DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER
Soul woke the next morning thanks to his alarm clock blaring a random jazz tune. He attempted to move but something hard came against his hand. Upon closer inspection, the large object was also draped across his body. Maka, they really should give her a last name. With a sigh, he tried to move her and get dressed and ready for work. Wes most likely was already at the record company seeing as his clock blared six in the morning and his brother went to work at five. By the time he returned from the shower clad only in a towel, Maka was sitting up in his bed with a lost look.
"Yeah, I don't know how you got here either. Anyway you need to get ready, your going to work with me. Wear something dressy." Soul said as he entered his walk in closet. Maka cocked her head before sliding down from the king sized bed and returned to her medium size room to get dressed.
Soul smiled as he straightened his black tie and pressed the wrinkles from his dark red dress shirt and black dress pants and shoes. He hated dressing up for work, but due to all the big names, coming to them it was necessary.
The smell of pancakes wafted through the closed bathroom door as Maka finished buttoning up her black knee length dress. She wore matching black flats on her feet and the sleeves covered over her fingers. The black panty hoes were a perfect fit to, considering who bought them. She entered the kitchen just as Soul placed two plates of pancakes on the table.
"Eat up, Wes doesn't allow lunch until after two." the albino warned before scarfing down his plate of food. Maka ate her meal with better manners finishing just as Soul was putting away the dishes he had used.
"You're a slow eater." Soul mused as he stared at her flowing blonde locks. She had left her hair down, it framed her face nicely and gave her a more mature look. Maka raised a brow as Soul swallowed to wetten his now dry throat.
"Shall we go, my lady?" he teased bowing and holding out a nice black jacket he had grown out of long ago. She nodded taking the clothing as he placed on his own leather coat. Maka froze once she noticed their means of transportation.
"Please tell me this is not what we're going in." she yelped as she watched her friend straddle the metal death trap.
"Yeah, got a problem with it?" he asked showing a sharky smirk.
"Yes, it's snowing and I'm in a dress. Not to mention we could die!" she snapped backing away from him slowly.
"Can't we take the bus?" Maka asked fiddling with her jacket in nervousness. Soul quickly caught on to her anxiety as he held his hand out to her. She blinked noticing the helmet he now had and placed it on her head allowing Soul to tighten the straps. The black headgear weighed down her head as she noticed Soul minus his headgear. He smiled placing her hands around his middle and then rushing off the four miles to work.
Maka quickly latched herself to her friends back as the final stretch became Soul's personal race track. Snow pelted down on them as he pulled into the car lot.
"Have fun?" he asked turning to her shaking form. Dresses were not good motorcycle attire. Soul blinked removing the helmet from her head to reveal slitted green eyes and thin lips.
"I hate you." she spat allowing him to help her from the bike. Soul smiled liking how she clung to him. He lifted her to the sidewalk and. Away from the fallen snow.
"Thanks." she mumbled as he led her inside and past a receptionist with golden hair and a golden eye, the other was covered by an eye patch.
"Marie, can you send me up two hot chocolates?" Soul asked as he gathered his papers the woman handed him.
"Sure thing Mr. Evans." she smiled, nodding to Maka before leaving to get the chocolate for them. Soul smirked as he grabbed Maka's hand and led her to the elevator and pressing the twelfth floor. Soul Evans office was just like his personality, dark and mysterious. The walls were painted white and the floors were checkered red and black tiles. The curtains covering his windows were black mesh and his furniture was all black leather and his desk a large oak that matched the empty secretary desk outside his office.
"Nice office." she whispered taking a seat on the leather couch.
"Thanks, I've been interviewing secretaries all week, so bare with me." he smiled. Maka nodded as she removed a magazine from Soul's desk unaware of the albino's stare as her hair fell into her face. Marie knocked before entering to hand them their drinks. With a thanks the two silently drank their drinks. Throughout the day, Soul had interviewed several secretaries and aided several musical artist. Now though, the two were seated for lunch brought over by a frazzled Wes.
"Afternoon sewer rat." the elder sibling greeted as he marched in. Soul removed the glasses he had worn to read over the files on his desk as his brother placed the Chinese take out in front of him.
"I am not a sewer rat, I am Maka!" she growled hitting the elder albino with a book and thanking Soul before taking the meal presented to her.
"That reminds me, you got a last name Sewer rat?" Wes asked as Soul wisely remained out of the conversation. All eyes focused on the young blonde as she closed her eyes and bit into the egg roll. After finishing half of it she opened her mouth.
"I can't remember." she said before finishing the meal ignoring the brothers unison sigh.
"Maka, you have to have some memory of who you are." Soul said as he finished his own lunch.
"Sorry, hey why don't I just become an Evans!" she smiled leaning across the desk they circled and faced the two brothers.
"No," Soul deadpanned, he refused to humor the thought of her holding the Evans name. Wes only smiled already thinking of the girl as a little sister.
"I see no problem in letting the sewer rat hold our name." Wes smiled as his brother glared at him.
"Have you heard her choice of music, mom and dad only wanted two kids, let's honor their decision shall we. Besides someone as music illiterate as her can't be an Evans." Soul said trying to ignore her sadden face.
"I understand, I don't think my parents wanted me either." she whispered before leaving the room.
"Soul, the twenty four year old virgin." Wes teased as he watched his younger brother curse and run after the saddened girl.
"I foresee their love blossoming by Christmas." Wes smiled before cleaning up the food they had eaten.
Soul sighed once he found her sitting alone in the stairwell leading upstairs. Upon closer inspection, he could see her tear stained face and red rimmed eyes. He had made her cry, and he felt horrible. Sitting next to her he placed a calming hand on her shoulder before pulling her to his chest.
"I'm sorry Maka, I didn't mean to make you feel unwanted, it's just, and you need your own last name. If you had ours people would expect a lot from you and I don't won't you to have to endure the publicity Wes and I go through." Soul explained. Maka sniffles burying her head deeper into his satin shirt.
"What If I never recover my memories?" she asked looking desperately into his red orbs.
"Then you'll have new ones of us." he smiled as his fingers gently brushed through her hair. She was shivering slightly from the unheated stairwell.
"Come on, let's get you inside, after work Wes and I will take you to the bar to meet our friends, then you can have even more people star in your new memories." Soul said before standing, never letting go of her hand.
The bar was fairly empty when they arrived, this time thankfully by bus as Soul had taken the bike home alone. The magical cat, was nearing it's closing time as a tall Asian girl and a purple haired girl busted the tables and a loud mouthed blue haired boy looking a year older than her ran the dj booth. At another booth a tall boy, around twenty-five sat in a black business suit and three white lines on the left side of his head. He was flanked by two blondes one with short hair and coloring on a pile of papers and the other with longer hair and currently painting her nails. All eyes turned to them when the purple haired girl launched herself at the oldest brother.
"Wesley, I've missed you. Any new gossip I need to hear?" she asked as the Asian girl flipped the open sign to close.
"Well, Soul found a sewer rat." Wes smiled before a heavy book followed by Soul's baritone laugh once again hit him.
"Hello, I'm Tsubaki Nakatsukasa." the Asian girl greeted leading Maka to the table occupied by the three people she saw when they entered.
"And these three are the. Mayor's son and his three body guards, Death the Kid, Elizabeth Thompson better known as Liz, and her twin sister Patricia Thompson best called Patty." Tsubaki introduced. The three smiled and motivation for her to sit.
"And I am the great god Blackstar!" the hyper blue haired dj yelled as he landed beside the Evans brothers.
"And this is the owner of the bar Blair Neko." Tsubaki finished.
"And what is your real name, unless sewer rat really is your name." Kid asked.
"He'll no," she deadpanned before explaining her life after being saved by Soul and his brother.
"That's sounds so scary," Patty said as she clung to her sister. Blackstar was busy laughing at the fact that Soul had been forced to shop for girl clothes.
"Soul and Wes are helping out loads." Maka replied as both Tsubaki and Soul flanked her sides.
"That's great of them, Wes now you can help me in the kitchen, I'm sure your all hungry after the work you've all done today." Blair mused before dragging the man inside the kitchen area. Maka and the others watched them leave before she decided to ask the question.
"Are Wes and Blair dating!" she asked as the group tried to silence their laughter.
"No, but we all thank they should, but Wes is too stubborn to admit his feelings and Blair Keeps jinxing it." Soul explained as the five friends nodded in agreement.
"That's horrible, a true romance story if I ever saw one." Maka said as her eyes went distant.
"I take it she loves books, but I have to agree, they do need a little push." Liz said as she eyed her sister who had been drawing aggressively for the past five minutes.
"I have a plan," Patty finally said as she held up the drawing of Wes and Blair kissing. All three boys blinked in confusion as the girls awed.
"I don't get it." Kid said as he looked at his assistant for help. Maka came to the rescue as she pointed the mistletoe out for the boys.
"But that's a Christmas decoration!" Soul yelped since it hadn't even reached thanksgiving yet.
"Duh, it gives us a month to better define the plan." Liz stated as both Tsubaki and Maka nodded their agreement.
Wes moaned as Blair's tongue fought his for dominance their hands roaming each other's bodies freely. Finally, Wes pulled away.
"Blair, we can't. Besides it's Soul and his sewer rat we have to get together." he rasped out as Blair placed her head on his shoulder.
"Fine, what do you want me to do?" she asked as a smile came to the elder Evans face.
"My brother's as stubborn as I am. So while I work on getting Marie to find Stien, I need you to work on getting Maka looking good so she can become Soul's secretary, that way I can keep an eye on them." Wes explained.
"Conservative or unconservative?" Blair asked taking on a more business-like manner.
"Both, I' ll let my brother beg a bit before I allow the little sewer rat to play." the Evans brother laughed.
Maka yawned as she sat. Between the two brothers on the bus ride home. They had pointed to where she was found and explained to her about a job working as Soul's secretary while she recovered her memories. Of course, that meant allowing Blair to help her find clothes and judging how the woman usually dressed Soul ordered Tsubaki to accompany them. The little excursion would happen the next day since it was a Sunday and no one had work. When they got home Maka showered and fell on her bed exhausted, Soul had already fallen asleep on the bus leaving Wes to carry him to bed.