So… It's been a while since I posted anything on . This is my first Soul Eater fic. It's SoulxOFC, and it's gonna have a bit of a bumpy start and is going to be more romance. Once it smooths out it'll get more into the actual plot.

~*I don't own Soul Eater. I don't own anyone in Soul Eater. I don't pretend to. All copyrights and trademarks to their respective owners, no infringement intended.*~

"Ryder!" Penny, my office girl yelled, pulling my attention away from the stack of order forms in front of me.

"What?" I called back.

"C'mere!"

I sighed and rose from my seat.

Due to a string of fucked up circumstances, I was the co-owner of Death Ride Repair, the most successful garage in Death City at 17. I had been since I was 11, but it wasn't until I was 15, and had graduated (Yeah. I'm smart.) that I really started to get involved past repairs.

Normally, whenever Penny called me to the office, she gave me some type of indication as to what was waiting for me, whether or not it was a simple "Bike!" or "Restoration!" When that didn't come either she had no clue what was going on or she knew that telling me, would end up in me telling her to find someone else. Either way I was already slightly annoyed, when I walked out into the office.

'Shit,' I thought, when I saw, who was standing there, hands in his pockets.

Now I knew why she hadn't told me. If she had I probably would've sent someone else to keep me from making a fool out of myself, or I might've walked out anyways and more likely than not injured myself.

"Oh what do you want?" I asked teasingly. "You keep that piece of scrap metal in perfect condition."

"Not cool, Ryder," the white haired boy said.

Soul "Eater" Evans was my least favorite, favorite customer. He was one of my favorites, because he wasn't an asshole. He took care of his bike and rarely needed anything other than basic maintenance or minor aesthetic work. He never argued, and even dropped by to say hello, when he got bored.

The problem? Every time he came around I ended up with some type of injury. The first time I slammed my hand in a door. The second I stepped on a slick spot on the floor and fell on my ass. Then there was the time, when I was trying to fix the paper shredder and ended up cutting my hand so bad I had to get stitches. Every time he came around it was something.

I shrugged. "What's up?"

"Meh, nothing. Went for a ride, figured I'd come and say hi."

"Oh. You just wanted to maim me?"

"Not my fault you're a klutz."

"Only, when you show up. You must be a jinx."

"Blame it on me. I see how it is."

The sound of a pit bike nearing, made me let out an irritated groan. "One of these days I'm just gonna let him run into the door."

"Call it?" Penny asked.

I nodded. She picked up the phone and used the intercom. "INCOMING!" she yelled. I walked around Soul and held open the door to the waiting room. Penny held the door that led to the shop floor. I gestured for Soul to stand off to the side.

The small motorcycle and its idiot rider came flying in one door and out the other. I was gonna shut it, but I heard more. I looked out and counted an additional two bikes. They had something on their backs. Now that I thought about it, so did the first. Like the first, they came flying in the first door then out the other.

It was sad that I didn't even question it. My brother and his friends did this all the time. I think it was just to piss me off, which in the beginning worked really really well

A large black van pulled into the parking lot. I recognized as my friend Brandon's. He hopped out and started towards the back.

I stuck my head out the door. "What the fuck are you idiots doing here?" I asked.

"Band practice man! You can never come, so we brought it to you!"

I face palmed at the drummer. "You have got to be fucking kidding me."

Before my shop was a shop, it was an old warehouse on the outskirts of the city. My father had turned it into a mechanic's paradise. The Office was in the front. It was almost like its own building. It just shared one wall with the rest of the building. It looked sort of like an emergency room, with ten different work spots separated by adjustable dividers and employee tool boxes. When you passed that there were a multitude of large machines, you for various reasons. Behind that were our paint and sand blasting rooms. We also had a place in the back, where our various show cars sat. I called it the trophy room.

"Well there's no point in standing here. Come on." I gestured for Soul to follow me.

The roof of the office served as a general hangout. We had a fridge, a tv, a game system, a stereo and a couch up there. It was used for breaks more than the actual break room.

That's where my brother Kyle was standing, taking off his helmet.

"You wanna tell me what the fuck this is?" I asked from the floor.

"Well, Sister Dearest, despite the fact it's my day off, I am here for band practice, because apparently the only way to get you there is to bring it to you."

He slid down the railing and walked over to me. He slung an arm around my shoulders.

I pushed him away. "You're covered in sand in dust, don't touch me."

"You're covered in grease," he countered, wiping at a spot on my face with his thumb. I jerked back and swatted, but nearly tumbled over in the process.

Kyle looked at me confused, until he saw Soul standing there, then a knowing smile spread across his face. 'Asshole,' I thought.

For the most part, I was the epitome of balance and grace. I was gifted that way. I could do a one handed hand stand on a banister twenty feet above the ground and not even wobble. All that went out the window, when Soul came around.

My brother knew his and teased me about it, whenever the crimson eye boy dropped by. "Hey man, what's up?" Kyle asked, giving Soul a bro hug. "It's been a while."

Kyle had befriend Soul first. He had a girlfriend, who was a weapon and had met Soul, one day, while waiting on her. Kyle was a lover of all things bike, so when he saw Soul's he had to of course go and check it out. That's how he became one of our clients.

"Yeah, been busy on assignments and stuff."

"Still working on becoming a death scythe?"

Soul nodded.

"Shit man, seems like it's been forever," Kyle said.

I punched his side. "Ignorant ass."

"Nah, we were close, but we fucked up and had to start over."

"Shit man. What happened?" Kyle asked.

"It turns out the witch, wasn't a witch. It was a magical cat."

I just stared at him for a minute. "You ate a cat's soul?"

Kyle started cracking up.

I punched him again. "IGNORANT ASS, SHUT UP IT AIN'T FUNNY!"

"No, it's not. It's just that-" he dissolved into giggles again. "He ate pussy!" he yelled laughing louder.

I face palmed. "How old are you?' My brother was in idiot. I looked at Soul from between my fingers. "Sorry about him."

He shrugged. "It's cool. It is kind of funny."

My brother was on the floor in hysterics. I kicked him. "Didn't you demand to practice here?" I asked. "Go help Brandon set up his kit."

"I didn't know you guys were in a band."

I nodded. "Somehow I haven't killed them yet."

"Oh hush," Kyle said, chopping the back of my knee.

I started to fall but Soul, quickly pulled me towards him and held me up. "You okay?" he asked.

If I was one to blush I probably would've, being so close to him. Luckily for me, I was not, and I could at least try to maintain my composure.

I nodded. "Yeah. Thanks for the save." I put my feet under me and stood up straight. I glared down at my brother, who was cackling manically. I pulled my favorite wrench from my pocket and hurled it at his throat. His laughing turned into coughing and sputtering. "Asshole."

"I forgot how crazy it gets around here," Soul said.

"You haven't even seen the half of it," I said.

"Really?"

I nodded. "You should come by more often man, check out a practice." If I was smart I woouldn't have said that.

"I'll have to," Soul agreed. "I gotta get going though. My roommate's expecting dinner, and if I don't deliver, she'll hit me with a book."

"Alright. It was good seeing you again," I said.

"Same."

"We're practicing here all next month, just drop on in," Kyle said.

"WE'RE WHAT?" I yelled.

He grinned up at me, and quickly rolled out of the way of my converse clad foot. He got up and scrambled back into the office, where I chased after him. "BETTER BE AFTER FUCKING HOURS!"

So there it is, the beginning. Follow, review, do whatever.