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The Turned
by: Freak Show Daisy

Soul woke up earlier the next day, grunting when he felt a soaring pain from his neck. He sat up, facing the still unconscious girl on the opposite side. She didn't even moved, she was still in the exact same position just like he had left her. The necklace immediately reappeared in his mind, the word Albarn engraved in formal writing, glimmering in silver. It didn't take a genius to figure out that it must be her name; last name, at least related to it.

He checked the time, 9:03 AM. He decided to make breakfast, knowing that the girl will not wake up any time soon, he was still cooking breakfast for two, deciding on eggs and bacon. Once he started cooking, he checked the girl from where he's standing. Apparently, the kitchen is not separated by the living room with walls except for the counters and the small dining room. The curiosity was killing him though, he was itching to know about this peculiar girl. How she got there in the first place, unconscious with serious wounds and her dress smeared in blood.

While eating his breakfast, his phone started ringing.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Soul, get off your ass! You're late and I think the manager doesn't like it!" Soul jumped. Black Star, an idiotic monkey yet his friend yelled from the other line. He paused for a while, cursing to himself about forgetting a meeting. A meeting! And explaining himself won't do any good because people wouldn't care except that he had to be there.

"I know! I'm sorry! I'll be there when I get there... But for the meantime-" He cuts himself off, looking down at the girl. "Give excuses to the manager and let him deal with it... I'm going to get ready"

"Soul! You better be here when-" He ends the call, sighing heavily. This is going to be a problem. He can't be in two places at once; The hospital was on the opposite road from where he's going and he can't risk his time being interviewed by doctors or nurses on what happened, he doesn't even have the slightest clue to answer their questions, he's just as curious as they are. So, he immorally convinced himself to leave the house, go to the meeting and finish it as fast as he could.

He took a shower, got dressed in long sleeves and pants before loosely wrapping a red striped necktie around his neck. He hurriedly went downstairs, properly knotting his necktie in place and checking if he didn't forget anything. He almost didn't, except his driver is not around because of some problem and he clearly doesn't have any means of transportation to get there. Soul felt stupid, he didn't think of it sooner especially when he's ready to leave. He yanked his uncombed hair and mumbled curses, pacing randomly around the house.

Until his phone started ringing again. "Soul! The manager is ready to leave soon! You better be here!"

"I know! I'm trying! I don't have a fucking car to get there!" He was becoming furious, he hates it, especially when he's taking it out on someone else. Cursing and pacing like a maniac wouldn't have helped except he caught a glimpse of something silver on the ceramic bowl on the divider. He walked towards it and found a key as he grinned in response, ignoring his nagging friend on the other end.

"Never mind that, Black Star. I'll be there in a few minutes..." With that, he got the key and found himself at the garage of the house. He was even surprised that there was a garage in the first place and even more surprised when he found out what's in the garage. His eyes widened at the sight of a black motorcycle sitting in the room. When he got closer, he just noticed until now the orange flames running along with it, as if the owner was a biker, a scar-faced biker who doesn't want being fucked around. The leather seat was low and what caught most of his attention is the sound it makes when he started it. The motorcycle roared to life and he instantly liked it.

"I'm just going to borrow you for a little while..." He said to no one in particular with a mischievous grin before bolting in speed.

She could still feel the pain radiating from her arm but it was bearable than before. She remembers the last thing on her mind before she passed out; she was tired and hurt but mostly she was on the road surrounded by trees except now, she felt that she's not lying on the hard ground anymore and there were no rustling leaves she could hear, yet alone a car passing through.

Maka cracked one eye open. Meeting the view of a plain white ceiling instead of the sky, she immediately sat up, the pain from her arm shooting at her in a thousand volts. But looking at it now, her arm was cleansed from blood and bacteria and was treated with a white bandage and it didn't hurt like it did before. She figured that someone must have helped her and she felt completely thankful for that.

"Hello?" She called out. Hoping that someone would respond but did not received any. She slowly stood up this time, calling out once again but found herself alone in a stranger's house. It was almost afternoon, skipping breakfast, she realized she was hungry, hungry for real food this time. She made her way towards the kitchen and found a note on the fridge. I cooked eggs and bacon in case you're alive and still breathing. She turned towards the counter and just like the note promised, there's a plate of breakfast cooked just for her, without anymore hesitation, she started eating.

Maka Albarn was a mystery, even to her friends and co-workers. She knows that she was because it was completely intentional to act that way. She believes in one principle and one principle only; the less people know about you, the safer. That's why she already planned to wait for the person who helped her, thank them and move on. It was that simple except she doesn't know how to explain herself especially when there's a boy standing on the doorway.

He was finally home. Soul was very tired even though he was only gone for a couple of hours because he spoke for more than half an hour, explaining, convincing and both all at once. But he was thankful that is all over and the manager approved of him, when he opened the door and found the comfort of the average house, glancing at the couch, he was surprised to find it empty and completely caught off guard when he saw a girl eating on the kitchen counter. It didn't take long for the girl to glance back at him, mimicking the same reaction he had.

He kicked the door shut, speechless and dumbfounded at the same time, he took of his shoes. It shouldn't surprise him that the girl is alive and eating breakfast because he expected this before he stepped outside. He walked over to the opposite side of the counter as he stared down at her lively green eyes. It astonished him that she had green eyes, he could see more of her now.

"... Hi" She muttered, breaking the silence between them.

"Hi..." He responded back, completely lost for words.

"Did you helped me?"

"Yeah"

Maka bowed her head once he answered, she felt relieved that she was able to meet the person who helped her and to know them in the process too. She knows Soul Eater Evans, she would see him in magazines everywhere. Writing songs, composing melodies for famous people, she didn't dare say anything about something.

"Thank you for helping me... I really stayed here to wait and thank you in person and for that, I owe you my life"

"... You don't owe me anything. In fact, I want to go home earlier to check if you're okay"

"I am... I give you my most sincere gratitude but I have to go" She gave a small smile before walking away with long strides. Soul was confused that he stopped her from leaving, his hand found its way on his wispy bleach white hair, the other on her wrist.

"I have questions to ask you... At least, I deserve some explanation" She looked down on the ground, still and quiet for a while and she hates that he's right. She can't just leave without giving him answers, how stupid it was to think that her plan of an easy way out of this would work. It didn't helped either when she gazed at his red wine eyes. She once thought he wore contacts to have red eyes to get along with his image and name as Soul Eater, but seeing it up close convinced her, they were natural.

"Okay..."

He lets go of her wrist before motioning for her on the couch. "Let's start with our names... I'm Soul-" She cuts her off. "Soul Eater Evans. I know" She shook his hand. "I'm Maka... Maka Albarn"

"How do you know my name?" Maka snorted and gave him a look like the answer was obvious, and it was. It was kind of stupid that the guy was still surprised that people know his name, though thousands of magazines of him in it are handed everywhere around the world.

"You're all over the magazine, idiot. Almost everybody knows you" He grinned and she was telling him the half of the truth.

Soul looked at her dress with grimace. "I think you should take a bath first... I'll just go upstairs to find you some clothes" She nodded before making her way towards the bathroom.

When he started climbing up the stairs, she made her way towards the bathroom. It was a good thing, she still had some time to think of what to tell him, she knows he'll ask about the incident, she had to give him another story. She stripped down her dress and her undergarments, turning the knob of the shower to start washing herself. Even with water, she still smelled of blood and sweat.

He found some sweatpants and a shirt she could use. He already reviewed what to ask her and he found it even weirder that she wanted to leave so soon. But he couldn't blame her, she did wake up in a stranger's house, he thought. But he'll ask her anyway. Going down the stairs, he could already hear the water running from the other side, all he had to do, is wait.

Time passed by sluggishly and Soul startled awake, it took a second for him to realize he had fallen asleep. He checked the time, it was 3:38 PM now. An hour and a half passed and he could still hear the water running from the bathroom. It was rude to interrupt whatever business the girl was doing in the bathroom but every second made him impatient.

So he knocked on the door. "Maka... Maka... Hey" He received no response but the water continued running.

"Maka? Are you done? Hey!" He pushed the door open, surprised to find it empty. He turned the knob of the shower and he was about to leave the bathroom, when a note attached on the mirror caught his attention.

I left because I really had to go.

Sorry to leave you unanswered but I'm fine now, thanks to you.

I still owe you my life... I'll see you around soon.

And the note ended just like that. She left without him knowing and all he could think of now is the answers for his questions, more and more questions compiled with one another, like why did she dodged him? Why can't she tell him personally? What does she mean by 'see you around soon'? ; until he worried for the water bill he was going to pay.