Authors Note: Hello my dears! My name is Miranda and this is my very first fanfic. I have written some short stories with these characters before but none of them were good enough. So I originally posted a comment on an AMV for soul eater with the song Her Name Is Alice by Shinedown when I got the idea for this story. Some insomniac nights and a little coffee later and this little brain monkey popped out. So I hope you like it, I'm only posting the prologue for now to see if anyone is interested. I do have chapter 1 completed so if all goes well then that will be the next thing i post in a week. I wont be posting chapters often as i have a busy schedule but i will try to update as frequently as possible. So i hope all goes well and please Read and review!
Prologue
"Alice, dear? Why don't you grab your poor mommy a beer? It's been such a tiring day, don't you agree?" Kami asked, flopping on the couch."Yes mother, it has been a very hard day for you. May I have some juice?" Alison replied making her way to the apartment's tiny kitchen. Her mother had spent the day hunting kishin eggs and saving the world. Alice was so proud of her mother for continuing to do what she thought was right, even with being a single mother for Alice. Alice was never left home alone while her mother was on missions. Her mother's friend Lorethian always came over to keep an eye on Alice, though all she did was read and practice with her plastic scythe. Alice longed to be like her mother even though she was so young. Little Alice was only 8 years old, with her big green eyes an ash blonde hair done up in tiny pigtails, there was no debate that she was the child of Kamillia Albarn (aka Kami)
"Alison we have been over this a million times, eat or drink whatever you want just make sure that you leave something for others as well. I know what that horrid man told you but your emPapa/em isn't here, he can't punish you" Kami replied, flopping back down onto the ratty sofa. "Yes mom, thank you" Alice says as she returns with the before mentioned drinks. Plopping into a chair after handing her mother the alcoholic beverage Alice closes her eyes and recounts how her parents split.
"You ungrateful little girl, did I say you could eat that?" Her father, Spirit Albarn, asks. His hair is greasy and his breath reeks of alcohol. He held Alice by her hair, wrenching it back and moving his face closer. In her hands was a piece of watermelon, no bigger than a slice of pizza. She had not eaten since yesterday when her mother fed her. "Spirit? What in the world are you saying to our child? How dare you speak to her like that! She is your daughter not one of your Bimbo's!" Kami yells with rage showing in her delicate just returned home from another mission her clothes were slightly torn. Blond locks pulled into a high pony tail, dark emerald eyes burning at the sight before her. "Well well well, look whose home." Spirit replied, releasing his daughter and tossing her aside. Alice fell to the floor with a dull thud that echoed through the room, dropping the mellon. Her mother helped her up and dusted her clothes, careful not to jostle her. "Alice, honey, go pack your backpack, put all the clothes you can fit and whatever books you like in it. We are going on a trip." That day Alice packed all of her books into her bag, only bothering to grab a few pairs of underwear and a pair of pajamas. Mommy would buy her some new clothes so there wasn't much need for the ones she had.