Angel Meister

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater. I do own this idea for a story though.

Chapter 1

It was the middle of winter a girl sat all alone on a park bench, she was wearing a thin coat that barely kept her warm from the icy cold, her ash blonde hair was pulled up into two pigtails, and her emerald green eyes were continually looking around at her surroundings. 16 year old Maka Albarn sat there, waiting for possibly the only person who cared she existed, her best friend, sorry make that ONLY friend. They'd been friend since she was little when he found her in the alleyway that night. Her father had finished with her so she ran to hide, to hide from the painful memories; the ones of her being hit into submission until she didn't even feel it anymore, the ones of being entered into against her will, the ones of her being teased by her classmates until she felt that her father's words were true. That she really was a whore. She remembered the first time her father had turned on her.

-Flashback-

"Papa! Papa please don't, I'm sorry!" She screamed as her father tore at her clothing. He had just finished beating her senseless. Blow after painful blow had come until it was just one cycle of pain, just continual pain. She didn't think it was possible to be this black and blue, to feel this low, to hurt this much. All this was nothing new but he had never tried to do this to her before.

"Papa I'll do what you want but please! Please stop!" She screamed just wanting this to be over. She'd sell her soul if it meant that this never happened that it never would happen.

"You'll give it to me anyway you little slut just like your stupid mother! When are you going to realise that no-one cares about you! Your whore of a mother left you! Is there anyone at school who would want to be friends with a freak like you?" he sneered at her.

She feebly shook her head as she realised that he was right. No-one did want to talk to the nerd girl who wore dirty clothes and looked as if she had been painted in black and blue paint from all the bruises on her body.

"That's what I thought you little hooker, now hold still." He said as he slid into her breaking her hymen.

Pain. Such mind numbing pain. There was nothing she could compare to this type of pain. Not the daily beatings her father gave her, not the other kids at school who threw rocks at the book freak, not even when her mother left, sick of her father's abusive treatment of her and his womanizing ways had she felt this much God awful pain. When the darkness had taken over she gave a sigh of relief.

-End flashback-

"Maka!" shouted a familiar voice that never failed to make her feel better.

She saw a flash of white and a brilliant red and knew her friend was here.

"Soul!" she called back. Soul "Eater" Evans sat down next to her.

"Yeah it's me the coolest person in the world. My coolness has only been increased by this cold weather." He said

She laughed but it was shaky.

"Aren't you cold tiny-tits?" he asked her mockingly, smirking his shark-toothed smirk at her, trying to make her feel better.

Usually she would Maka-chop him with a hardcover book she could seemingly pull out of thin air to slam into his cranium. But she didn't, she was feeling to low. Her father had had his way again today and she didn't have the energy to get mad like she normally would. Today she didn't want to fight with him. Soul still didn't know what happens to her when she goes home, she didn't want him to. Who would want a friend who was so dirty, who was so broken.

"Maka?" he asked her concerned about his friend lack of reaction, his grin fading into a concerned frown.

"Yeah what's up?" she forced a grin at him.

Soul wasn't fooled for a minute, he wasn't blind, and he could see the pain in her eyes. His friend had always looked haunted and was constantly wary of everything it took him two months to get her to trust him. His angel body had been shrunk down to a ten year olds body when he first came here so he could grow up with her, though people did find it strange that a ten year old kid had lived alone in the apartment shinigami-sama had given him once he grew up no one cared any more. He could tell she was poor and he was still trying to get her to tell him what was wrong with her. She always wore dirty clothes that covered her whole body. Occasionally there were some bruises on her face that she couldn't hide. But whenever he asked her about them she would always give him some bull-shit excuse about walking into a post or something. He never pushed her though it wasn't like he was completely honest with her either. But how in the hell do you tell some-one your their guardian angel-weapon and that they were your angel-meister. This of course means that they're going to die soon. Yep, no problem there.