First M rated Soul Eater fanfic (^ω^)pretty excited! M is what I'm used to writing so this'll be fun *laughs evilly* Hope you all enjoy! Not sure how long this one will be, but it's centered around Maka. R&R!

Don't own Soul Eater!

As she sat in her class, feet up on the desk and her arms folded behind her head, Maka Albarn didn't have a care in the world. Stein and Spirit barely paid attention to her anymore, as long as she didn't harm anyone else, and she happily obliged. BlackStar sat at her right and Soul at her left, both smirking and talking over her. They were her two best friends, sat with her in every class, and made sure she was never caught for half the shit she did by backing her up when she insisted that she didn't do anything. The power trio, many people referred to them as, and they ruled the school with Maka at the top.

Yet, she had the shittiest home life. Being, simply, she didn't have one. A home. That's right, she was homeless. But no one knew that, only BlackStar and Soul. She would go back and forth between crashing on their couches, not that either of them minded. All she had was her duffle of clothes, a sketchbook, her guitar, and her backpack. Not much at all.

"Maka, feet off the table please." Spirit said, chastising his daughter-technically, she was his daughter, but he didn't have custody of her. Her mother did, yet the police didn't know she had high-tailed it out of the city and left Maka high-and-dry.

"Hmm, let me think about that…thinking, thinking…no." She grinned, and he had opened his mouth just as the bell rang, signaling dismissal and she plopped her feet down loudly, making sure he heard. Yeah, it wasn't the smartest idea, but he couldn't get her in trouble, class had ended.

She reached down, grabbing her bag and tossing the strap onto her shoulder, sauntering out of the room, but not before she waved her fingers at her 'Papa' and said, "Good day, Spirit." In a sarcastic way before walking out of the room.

"So, Maka. You staying at my place tonight?" Soul asked, his hands in pockets as he walked.

"Yeah, I don't think my other option is available tonight. I'm pretty sure I heard our Star over here ask Tsubaki out earlier." She grinned, nudging the smaller boy with her hip.

"AH! I-I…" BlackStar flushed, mumbling, "Don't make fun of me about it, okay?"

Maka laughed slightly with Soul, smirking. "Nah, don't worry about it, Star. It's cute." She said, her hand on her backpack strap.

"Maka, you wanna go to Joe's later?" Soul asked, referring to the local coffee shop that she played at occasionally.

She shrugged, "If you want to. I don't have to work today, Free gave me the week off because he's having renovations done to the Parlor." Maka worked at a tattoo parlor as an artist and applicant, even if she was underaged. Free and Asura were like brothers to her, and they owned the place.

"Asura finally allowed him to do that, huh?" BlackStar asked, his curiosity piqued at the mention of the Parlor. He had been pining for a job there for a long time, but no spaces were open.

"Finally! The place was fucking crumbling!" Maka exclaimed, earning glares from some of her 'peers' for her explicit language.

"Yeah, I didn't want to say anything, but…" Soul started, earning a laugh from the other two.

"Maka Albarn!" A teacher yelled from his door, earning the young girl's attention. "Principal Death would like to see you."

She sighed, turning to Soul. "Meet you at your place?" He nodded, and she walked to the office, a trudge in her step as she dragged the heels of her combat boots on the floor, earring glares from students.

"Yes, Principal Death?" She asked as she stepped into the large office, shutting the door behind her.

"Maka! Heya! Have a seat!" He exclaimed, gesturing to the empty chair in front of his desk.

She did as told, hesitantly sliding her backpack off. "What's this about?" Maka ran a hand through her long hair, feeling it fall around her shoulders in a wild manner. Her hands had a small skull tattoo on the pads of her thumbs, hopefully unnoticed by the bubbly man.

"It's been brought to my attention that you are homeless." He said, serious face on.

"I'm not homeless! I live with my mother!" She said, telling him the story the cops knew. As far as they were concerned, Kami Albarn still lived in Death City.

"We both know that's not true." The Principal said, his eyes soft yet serious. "My place is large, large enough for you to live there."

She jerked her head up, scowling. "No! No offense, Mr. Death, but I will not!" She cried, knowing what living him would mean. 'Lizand Patty.' She couldn't stand those two, and the feelings were mutual. She didn't think she would mind Kid as much, except his OCD thing. "I already have a living situation, don't worry about it!" She waved her hands innocently, her thumbs tucked against her palms to hide the tattoos, a smile on her face.

"Okay…but I will be checking up on you." He said, dismissing her from his office.

Maka bolted from the room, her backpack bouncing and her boots slapping the floor loudly. 'That was too fucking close.' She thought, running towards Soul's place. At some point rain had picked up, glueing her white shirt to her skin and making it harder to run in her plaid skirt. Eventually, she opened the door and slammed it shut as if she was being chased, breathing heavily.

Soul wandered out of his room, shirt off and exposing his scar along his chest. "Woah, Maka, what's wrong?"

Instead of breaking down, she grabbed him and pushed him against the wall, pissed as a wet cat. "Who fucking told?! Which one of you told!?" She yelled, pinning him to the wall.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Told who what?" Soul was trying to remain calm, yet she could see it in his red-eyes: he was pissed that she was yelling at him.

"Death! He knows I'm fucking homeless, and only you and Star know!" She yelled louder, letting her anger get the best of her.

"Hold up. He knows what?!" He asked, incredulous.

All of a sudden all the fight left her, and she let him go, falling onto the couch. "Fuck. Fuck!" Maka slammed her fist down, her eyes closed. She hadn't remembered ever freaking out like this. She was just scared she was going to be tied down again, and forced to live with two girls she couldn't stand. At least, those were the reasons she told herself.

"What happened?" She felt the couch dip beside her as Soul sat down, his arm coming around her shoulders.

"Death said he knew I'm homeless, and he insisted I live with him. Do you know what that means?" She asked, looking up at him, her voice breaking slightly from fighting tears. She did not cry, even over this.


"It means the twins! It's means dealing with OCD! It means not being able to play games with you and Star or order takeout with you. No more waking you up by jumping on your bed or throwing water on you. I couldn't have pancake eating competitions with Star, then regret it the rest of the day." She sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. "It'd mean almost every fun thing I've ever looked forward to besides performing and work would be over."

Soul rubbed my arm, sighing. "Well, you're still here. I'll make sure you never have to live there, if it's really want you don't want."

Maka smiles up at him, ruffling his hair. "Thank you, Eater."

He grinned, helping her up. "Now, go get changed. We're going to Joe's."

First chapter done! Review me!