Synopsis: Maka's father has gotten himself into a bit of trouble and because of his mishaps finds herself hostage in a superb mansion working for a rich boy as...a personal butler?

Author's Note: My first story in years…! Always wanted to write this kinda story in the Soul Eater world…! o Ao Because…it seemed fun. Read, review, I hope my story will be able to make you laugh and smile! ^ A^

Chapter One

The Door of Fate

~The New Guy is a What?~

Before I knew it, I was surrounded with a very heavy search beam right on me. The helicopters overhead were loud enough to wake up the whole city.

"W-w-w-what the heck's going on?"

Someone stepped through the hoard of soldiers and faced me.

Diiiinngggg doonngggg danngggg doonngggg….

The school bells. I liked them. They reminded me of why I was in school. To me they sounded familiar and safe and well…comforting.

"Maka, have you chosen what you want to do?"

A tall girl with long, beautiful black hair approached me at my desk. I smiled up at her.

"Yeah, I am, Tsubaki."

"Are you going with what you chose?"

"Definitly!" I grinned confidently at her. In my hands was our future career sheet. Every student got one at the beginning of each school semester. Based on what you wanted to do, the school split everyone into math and art groups. Your class wouldn't change but your options for jobs sure would.

For me, I was definitely going for-

"What about you Tsubaki?" I asked, packing up my belongings. Tsubaki and I were the only ones in the class at the moment. Everyone had left hours ago. I stayed behind because…well, simply put, I love leaving school when the sun is setting. That was a secret though…! If anyone found out, I'd be too embarrassed for anything.

"Hmm…well…." Tsubaki gave me a nervous smile. "I'm still a bit undecided."

"Really? I thought I was the last one to turn in my sheet!" I really did think that. I had taken the longest to decide even though I knew what it was that I wanted to do. "But don't worry about it," I said as I slid my chair back to stand up. It made a scratching noise when I did so. "Lots of students have trouble deciding. Even if you don't turn it in now, you can still decide next school year."

"It'll be our last year here." Tsubaki smiled. I knew that smile. It was the smile she gave when she didn't know what to do. I decided to drop the conversation.

"Want to go home?" I slung my shoulder bag over myself and headed toward the door. I expected Tsubaki to follow but she didn't. Hm?

I turned around to find her looking at her shoes, her back facing the windows. The warm sunbeams broke across the room like fluttering butterflies and danced on Tsubaki's pale skin. Her dark eyes that were highlighted with the glows of the earth looked lonely mixed in with something else that I couldn't read.

"Tsubaki?" I took a step toward her.

She shook her head slowly and then smiled. "No, it's nothing. I think I'll stay here for a bit, Maka."

"Do you want me to stay with you?"

"No, you go on. I'll catch up."

"Are you sure…?"

"Yes, I am!"

Tsubaki was still smiling even as I left her.

I sighed. I didn't want to pry into my best friend's personal affairs so I left school feeling a bit down. I put on my outdoor shoes and took slow steps toward the front gates.

I was feeling a bit down myself right now.

I hated going home.

I narrowed my eyes at the concrete as if it had personally offended me.

My father would be waiting for me at home with another debt in his slimy hands. It was the same every time I went home. He would wait for me at the dining table and then cheerfully confess that he had gotten into trouble. And then I would ask how much he'd have to pay and then-

Well, let's just say things wouldn't turn out so good for him.

We were so in debt that buying food was a once a month thing. The only reason I could even afford to go to school was because my dead mother left me money, money that my father wasn't allowed to touch by law. I would never let him touch it either. That money is what would make my dream come true…! And I wanted to make it come true no matter what.

I sighed again.

I didn't want to go back home.

Death City was quiet during sunsets.

I liked this time of day very much.

I really did….

"I'm home…."

I had arrived at my house…or should I say, "shack"? I had no idea. My house was literally a hole in the wall. Just imagine the worst possible living space you could and times that by ten and you'd get my house. My house wasn't even in the city. It was sitting near the outskirts of town so getting to school was always a hassle but I've gotten used to it.

By the time I got home, it was already dark. When I walked in, something cold hit the top of my head and I looked up. Ah….

The pipes were leaking again.

Great.

"Papa…?"

I noticed that the house was very quiet. Strange, my idiot father usually came home before me. Had he gone out again?

I reached up into the dark, grabbed a metal string, and pulled down. Instantly, a small light flashed on and the room lit up.

"No one's here…."

I felt a strange sense of foreboding.

I looked down…and saw it.

On the rackety dining room table…was a note.

From my father.

For some reason, I knew what the letter would say even before I read it.

I picked it up in my hands and began reading.

"My dearest Maka. Papa has done something terribly wrong and will be leaving everything in your hands for now. Please do not be angry. In time, will you be able to forgive me?"

It was signed with my father's scribbly handwriting. He only wrote this way to me. For everyone else, he would use his elegant one. I didn't like how he did that. It made me feel childish.

But honestly, what did he do this time?

I paused to think about it.

Well, whatever it was, it was going to be on him. I was tired of cleaning up after his mess. I went into my room and changed into my casual clothes. I was basically wearing a loose shirt and knee shorts. These were my father's clothes from when he was young. I wore them because I didn't want to waste money buying new, girl clothes.

Besides, they were actually pretty comfortable.

I went into the dining room with my school bag, prepared to do homework.

That was when everything happened.

Suddenly, the roof was lifted right up from the walls and men in black suits dropped down around me from helicopters above, sliding down long ropes. They were carrying guns? More men carrying shields smashed the thin, front door down, spilling into my house and before I knew it, I was surrounded with a very heavy search beam right on me. The helicopters overhead were loud enough to wake up the whole city.

"W-w-w-what the heck's going on?" I shouted, clutching my school bag against my chest and looking around like a trapped animal. I couldn't see the men's faces because they were wearing gas masks for some reason. Did they think my house was emitting a poisonous odor or something? Or maybe I was so used to the smell that I had unknowingly become immune to it?

I did notice, however, that they all had the same symbol on their shields, jackets, and guns. It looked like…some kind of fruit.

The soldiers stood stock still and seemed to be waiting for something. And then, someone came through from the back, letting himself be seen. Unlike the soldiers, this boy looked my age and wasn't wearing the uniform and gas mask. Instead he was wearing a very nice looking black suit with white gloves. He was holding what looked like a file of someone.

"This is his child, no doubt about it." His golden eyes looked me up and down. I couldn't help but think that this boy looked extremely handsome…. He had golden eyes that seemed to melt the viewer's heart, black, silky hair with three white stripes, milky white skin and a voice that made me weak in the knees….

W-wait! There was no time to be gawking at someone! I needed to know what the heck was going on!

"Hey! Who are you and what are you doing here?" I demanded in my toughest voice.

The boy looked at me with no emotion. "We'll question this one about the wig at the master's mansion. For now…" we shared a split second of eye contact, "capture."

"W-wait a minute!" I shouted, sensing danger.

The boy didn't look back as he turned around and walked away. A half second later, after he had disappeared, the soldiers ganged up on me. I was ready to fight to the death but before I knew it, something hit me hard on the head and I was out.

"…ke up…. …w…p…."

Ugh…who the heck was that…?

"w..k…up…"

Shut up…shut up…let me sleep…it's too early for this….

"Wake the hell up!"

"W-what?" My eyes snapped open and a sharp pain attacked my head. "Ow…!" I braced myself through the pain, gritting my teeth.

Finally, after breathing in and out a few times, I lifted my eyes and looked around.

The first thing I noticed was the room I was in. I was in a dark room, with a single lamp hanging on the ceiling and shining down on me like I was some criminal. There was a metal table with a plastic cup filled with water in front of me. Other than that, the room was very empty.

I realized that I was thirsty after looking at the cup of water and made to move my hand to grab it. But I couldn't. "W-what…? What? What?"

I was tied up in the chair! Why was I tied?

I wriggled around but it was no use. Whoever tied me did a fantastic job…sarcasm intended.

"Where am I? Why am I tied up!"

"Shut…up!" Someone slammed their hands down on the metal table, making a very loud banging sound. The plastic cup toppled over, spilling water on the table and the floor. "I'm the one asking questions, not you!"

I looked at whoever it was that talking.

It was another boy. He wore a black suit that would have looked nice if he had buttoned up the front and did his tie. White gloves, spiky blue hair, and he looked like a punk. Muscles, toned body, cocky grin…this guy had an, "I'm better than you and God," kind of attitude.

"I am God in this room and when I am God, you low life will listen to me even if you want to or not! Got it!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

Ah…I was right.

I just hoped this room was sound proof. I wouldn't want this idiot's voice bothering anyone else.

I sighed, feeling annoyed.

"All right now!" The boy folded his arms and grinned. "What the heck did Kid want me to ask you again…? Ow!" Suddenly, the boy jerked to the side as if someone had punched him.

…was he going crazy?

The boy pulled something out of his ear and I realized that he had been wearing an earphone. This was…an interrogation room!

I could hear a static kind of voice shouting from the microphone. "Black Star! Stop fooling around and start interrogating! Make sure to go in order from question one to question eight! Do them in that perfect order!"

Hm? Where have I heard this handsome voice before…?

"What? But I want to ask my own questions now," the blue haired boy complained, holding up the tiny microphone.

"Black Star! You ask the questions in my perfect order or else I'll tell master!"

"What? Go ahead! I'm not scared!"

"Bla-!"

"Anyway." The boy, whose name I figured was Black Star, crushed the microphone between his fingers and dropped it to the ground. Whoever it was that was on the other end of the line must have been steaming.

Black Star slammed his hands down on the table again. "You! Tell me your name!"

"Why should I?" I snapped.

"Because I am God and as a lowly human you must answer my question."

I stayed silent.

"Answer my question!" Black Star flipped the table and it lifted over my head, landing behind me.

Whoa…. Calm down?

"Listen kid, you're in a lot of trouble with my master's family so you better speak up or else someone you know will get hurt," Black Star said, moving his face right in front of mine. I didn't want to lose, so I stared back.

I wasn't sure who he was talking about, but I didn't want to take the chance. He could have been telling the truth.

"Maka Albarn," I said with gritted teeth.

"Okay, Maka. Do you know why you're here?"

"No, I don't."

"Let me clue you in then, since you seem pretty stupid."

I took offense to that but didn't say anything.

The boy kept talking. "Your dad, Spirit Albarn, stole money from my master's company."

"He what?" I couldn't believe this! My father…stole money!

"Yes, he did. And he ran away as soon as he caught wind we were going after him. So we decided to hold his only child hostage until he comes back with the money."

"I can't believe papa did this! Do you know where he is?" I asked, my voice rising.

"Of course not. If we did, we'd have finished him off already."

"Trust me, if I found him first, I'd finish him off myself."

Black Star looked at me with a face I thought wasn't possible for him. He looked…I couldn't explain how he looked but he didn't seem to like my answer.

He didn't dwell on it, though.

"So there you have it. Until your stupid dad comes back with the money, you'll be staying here in my master's mansion, working day and night for him. You'll answer his every whim, you'll obey his every command, and no matter what, you can't leave this place."

"I have school-"

"You quit just today."

"What?"

"Are you done?" Black Star seemed bored already.

"Is this real…?" I didn't want it to be.

My dream…

What was I going to do?

I was starting to panic.

"It's real," Black Star said without remorse. "We don't know where your dad is but we do know that you're important to him. If you're as important to him as we've found out, then he'll have known we took you."

He put his hand into his pocket and brought out a pointed metal star. He threw it at me. What the heck? I was being attacked? I shut my eyes and prepared for the stab.

But it didn't come.

Instead, I felt the ropes around me loosen. Black Star had cut me free. His shuriken was stabbed into the wall behind me.

"Follow me," he ordered.

I didn't want to but also didn't want his "master" to be doing any harm to my friends. My father was another thing.

Who the heck was this "master" anyway?

Black Star opened the only door in the room. I expected to see people in this room but I was wrong. It was empty.

"I'll show you to master now. But before I do…" Black Star fished something out from his pocket again and slapped something down on my head.

It was a hat.

He shoved my hair under the hat for some reason. But he didn't do it gently.

"Don't show master your stupid hair style," he said.

"What? Why? It's my hair, not his," I said gruffly.

"Just shut up and follow me!"

I glared at Black Star as he led me out of the interrogation area.

"Where's your master?" I asked, trying not to feel too scared.

"He's your master now too, idiot," Black Star replied with, looking over his shoulder at me.

I grumbled. I refused to let anyone be my master.

We stepped into what looked like a very grand entrance. The walls themselves looked expensive and I was pretty sure even the air cost money. I felt extremely out of place with my father's left over clothes.

Despite the mansion's size, the place was empty. Every hall was filled with silence; every corner watered down with a kind of…loneliness.

This place felt a bit ethereal.

"Black Star, I'll show Maka to master." The boy with golden eyes had just come out from one of the thousand rooms. He walked over to us, not looking at me.

"Sure, go ahead. I was getting bored anyway." Black Star shrugged and disappeared down the hall.

I was left alone with the handsome boy. Great….

Without meaning to, my heart was thumping hard against my chest.

Stop it!

"Maka."

I jumped when he said my name. "W-what?"

"This way." He led me up a staircase. He seemed a lot more serious than Black Star. And I still didn't know his name.

We walked in silence until he finally stopped in front of a pair of doors at the very end of a long hallway. He looked at me, locking his eyes with mine. He seemed to want to say something, but stopped himself. If you want to say something then please, go ahead. It'd sure break this awkward silence.

He turned back to the door and knocked on it.

"Master, Maka Albarn is here."

"Come in," answered his master.

The golden eyed boy grabbed the expensive looking doorknob and twisted it, pushing it open gently. I felt my own door of fate be opened as well. In fact, I could have been going on a limb here, but this door must have been the door of fate.

Although, I was highly inclined to say that there was no such thing as fate.

"This is Maka Albarn, master," he said.

I stood where I was, staring at this "master" dead in the eyes.

He was sitting behind a beautiful oak desk carved with mysterious figures and letters and symbols. It didn't look like any ordinary desk.

"Maka Albarn." The master said my name as if tasting every letter in his mouth. He brushed his fingers though his white, messy hair, his ruby red eyes scanning me over. I sensed something from him, I didn't know what, but it wasn't a good feeling.

"Leave," he ordered the golden eyed boy, and the boy did.

Now it was just the two of us…

…the master…

…and me.

"Why are you standing there like an idiot?" the master said sluggishly. His voice was calm and lazy.

I didn't answer, but I did step into the room. Somehow, the door was able to close by itself behind me.

I tried not to feel nervous.

My heart was thumping against my chest hard.

The master stood up from his chair and walked over to me, stopping just a foot away. I felt the tension in the room rise up like a volcano on the verge of exploding. The smallest noise would set it off. And then all hell would break loose.

I wasn't sure what this kid was capable of, really. He was the same age as me, maybe a year older, I wasn't sure. But I did know that Black Star and the other boy with golden eyes called him "master" so he had to have some power.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Soul Evans. I'm the president's son."

"What is this place exactly?"

He sounded bitter as he answered my question. "This is my mansion."

"Your mansion? Are you telling me this entire place belongs to you?" I scoffed.

"Yeah." He sounded indifferent about that.

A kid owning a mansion this large and not caring should have been against the law. I thought about my own house.

"Who's the president?" I asked.

"My father."

"Who's your father?"

"At his own place. Now, enough with the questions." Soul began pacing in circles around me like a vulture did when it wanted to make sure whatever it was going to eat was dead. "I guess you'll do."

"Do? Do for what?" I backed away from him, ready to defend myself if he tried anything.

And then he said those words that changed my entire life.

"My personal butler." Soul's words were slow in my mind. With each word he said, I could hear the clock strike midnight.

Was the magic starting?

Or was I finally waking up into reality?

"Per…" I started slowly, my mind racing. "Personal…butler?"

There was just one missing important factor in this all.

I'm a girl!