Oh my god I am so sorry that I haven't updated in forever. :C I kept getting writers block at the soul-meets-maka part and just couldn't think of the perfect way to do it. I'm still not oh so happy with how they met, but I'm pretty sure you guys were getting restless. OTL but here's an update, and between school and whatnot, I think they'll be sporadic. I'm also pretty occupied with roleplaying sites, because I'm just that weird. Think of this as a Christmas gift! :D

Broken Dreams

Chapter Three;; Confrontations

Disclaimer/ I do not own Soul Eater, just the plot is mine.

A fist came out, and slammed down on the screaming alarm clock. It ruined her perfect, perfect dream. She'd even gotten his name from it! Although, it would have been a good note to keep if, you know, if this Soul figure even existed past the dream realm. Maka was pretty sure that he was just some dream person she conjured up one lonely night because she couldn't sleep. Whether she was wrong or not, well, that was something she'd have to find out later, no? The girl arose from her bed, noticing that she was going to have the wash the sheets . . . again. She didn't feel like she was up to having to go to work today, having to put up with more men. All Maka wanted was to lay in her bed and sleep, sleep and dream more. Actually, she was tempted to call in sick, call up Stein and tell him that she wouldn't be able to take care of the streets today, get a lecture about how important health was about hooking, and then get told to sleep it off. It was a lecture she got so often, she could probably rehearse it to him word for word.

Sadly, she didn't. Not because she didn't want to hear another one of Stein's lectures, but because she wanted to put food on the table, and that just so happened to be more important than sleeping in all day. Yep. So, Maka did throw herself out of bed, although reluctantly. She dug through her clothes to look for a special outfit, something that just screamed "please don't stop by me today". Honestly, if she could find the wrong thing to wear, then she'd be in the best of luck. No need to use that auto pilot if there was no one wanting her, right? Maka dug around some more, and with an agitated sigh, found nothing fitting of the idea she had in mind. She threw on some clothes, consisting of another low dipping V neck and, this time, a skirt. Her tennis shoes were thrown on and it was time to get going, taking little notice of the food she'd set out in case she was actually hungry for breakfast.

Within moments Kid was there to pick her up. "Where to today, Maka?" he asked, although rather fidgety for some odd reason. Maka frowned, as she remembered all the things she'd have to suffer through today. Honestly, she was not looking forward to it. If anything, she longed for the comfort of her bed, to be nestled up in the comforter forever and never have to leave. But, no, she had to come out into the cold just to show off her body.

She curled up in the seat, sighing out a "Just wherever works." before resting her head against the cold window. Kid nodded and took off down the street, planning on taking her farther away from her house than what the two were used to. He didn't want, by some freak accident, to have someone follow her home and abduct her or something. Such a thing was quite common with the prostitutes. It was like society didn't even really care, either, with what happened to the women on the streets. It angered the pale skinned boy, but he kept his mouth closed. The last thing Kid wanted was to distress Maka. Especially if him spouting off random, but relating, things like that would be a bit more than just distressing to her. Maka would end up getting pissed off with him, and that was the last thing Kid wanted at the moment. So, he did the best thing possible, and just kept his mouth shut.

Eventually, Kid did drop her off at one of the many corners. The wind decided it was going to be colder than the weather had anticipated today, and as Maka was underdressed for the weather, she also seemed to have the spite of no one in the mood for a street worker today. Either way, she hung against the wall, the cold brick sapping the warmth from her. It was uncomfortable for her, and for once, the sandy haired girl was hoping for someone to pick her up. It would at least shield her from the cold wind nipping at her pale skin . . .

"You look awfully cold over there."

It took her a moment to register that someone was talking. More specifically, someone was talking to her. When she looked across, eyes quickly scanning the street for someone, she covered her mouth for a moment, holding in a gasp. No. There was no possible way that could be him. Red eyes seemed to scan her body for a moment, showing no sign that he recognized her in the same way that she recognized him. It made anger flare up, a pink tinting her cheeks more so than the cold was. Why was it that she was feeling the urge to throw a book at his head when his gaze rested on her chest?

"I am, actually." She gulped out, as his eyes still scanned over her. Revealing nothing but judging. Maybe that was his way of recognizing her? Maybe he was picturing her like she was last night? The thought of it made her cheeks grow even pinker, but it didn't seem like he noticed whatsoever. Instead, he started to wrap his arm around her shoulder. Although he was basically a stranger to her, Maka did allow his arm to wrap around her shoulder, before she suddenly remembered that Kid was watching the two. Instantly she shrugged his arm off.

Calm and collected, that was how she was supposed to be acting. "So, um, where do you want to do this? The car is my preferred place." No emotion could be detected in her voice, as she was suddenly on autopilot for this again. Except, for once, she didn't want to be on autopilot for this, she wanted to be able to feel what was going on for once.

He gave her a strange look, before he understood just where he was. "It's a bit too cold for an alley."

"Where's your car parked?"

It sucks. I know. I'm sorry. I told you, I don't like how they met. OTL I'll make you guys a better chapter, I swear.