THE NON-EXISTENT CALM AFTER THE STORM

Note: hey guys! It's been a while, but I've decided to try something new! I recently started reading/ watching soul eater, and I'm officially obsessed. But I was a tad disappointed by the ending of the anime series. This story was a result of my disappointment.

Disclaimer: I don't own soul eater. If I did, tadpole Jackson would be rollin' with the good guys!

Prologue- IT'S NOT OVER YET

The battle was over. All was well. But, as with everything in the land of meisters and weapons, there can be no victory without loss.

Standing high above the battle field where loss could all but reach them, seven children stood marvelling in the day's win, smiling at the blue sky and the lack of the madness they had all but come to think of as normal.

Maka Albarn, daughter of the death scythe Spirit, single-handed conqueror of the Kishin, Asura.

Soul Eater Evans, acceptor of the madness that would always be a part of him, clapping his hand on the back of the best partner ever.

BlackStar; Assassin; The last of his kind; who had fulfilled his destiny and surpassed the gods.

Tsubaki, weapon, clapping her hands while wondering what to make for dinner.

Liz Thompson, no longer afraid of monsters.

Patty Thomson, her sister, thinking about giraffes.

And Death the Kid, his head hanging, not even able to revel in the sky's symmetry.

The Death god's son put up his head as if to say something, but the mysterious stripes in his hair flickered and he fell backwards, his eyes rolling into his head.

"KID!" The chorus of screams, produced by his weapons and friends alike, fell on the empty ears of the unconscious Shinigami.

Meanwhile, in the remains of the death room, Spirit sat up sharply as the kishin's barrier disappeared. He promptly hissed in pain and rubbed the bandages that covered his chest. He looked over at Lord Death, who looked worried behind his goofy mask. Spirit was reminded that they both had children up there. He was about to stand to retrieve his daughter, now tired of sending his positive energy her way, when he heard the screams that could only be coming from the students. Was this not over? If only they could hear what was being said…

Beside him, Lord Death tensed. The yelling continued, and everyone began to look alarmed. Hearing his son's name with his delicate reaper senses, the Shinigami swooped out of the hole in the wall; heading towards what he thought was a fight between his Death the Kid and a weakened kishin.

How wrong he was. He arrived on the platform where all of the students were kneeling in a circle, and realized that his son was in the middle, unconscious, his soul wavelength retreating. He pushed his way to the centre, receiving surprised looks from the students who thought him dead. Ignoring this, he snapped his ridiculously large fingers in front of the boy's face, receiving no response. Becoming more worried, he gathered the fragile form in his arms, and flew back to the death room, handing the boy off to Nygus, a sad expression on his face. He took a seat and rested his chin in his hands. Stein followed after her to assess kid's condition, leaving as the rest of the students from the platform entered the room. Realizing the somber attitude in the room, everyone took seats round the reaper, not saying anything. Waiting…

A few minutes later, Stein returned to the room, and lord death lifted his head beginning to speak. The doctor held up a finger and turned to the children.

"What happened to him?" he asked curiously. " I need to know before I can properly treat him. " there was an intensity in his tone that the children had only heard when he spoke of dissecting something, and Maka turned to BlackStar, worry in her green eyes.

"BlackStar," she asked him gently, "what happened while Soul and I were…unconscious?"

"I surpassed god, of course," said the cocky assassin, receiving dirty looks all around the small circle. "But now that you mention it, kid started talking about how he wanted me to back him up 'till he was ready, but that didn't work for me, because no one steals my spotlight. And then…"

"BlackStar!" shouted everyone in unison, making him jump slightly.

"Ok, ok, calm down. So anyway, kid started talking about how he had to avenge his father, which is stupid because he's not even dead. So," at this, Maka produced a book and chopped him over the head with it, a murderous look in her eyes. Everyone then turned the Tsubaki, who shrugged apologetically and said wistfully, "I'm sorry, but I don't know how to explain it." Everyone nodded and turned to the ones in the circle who would know the most. Liz and Patty looked up, and Liz took a steadying breath before beginning;

"We started to resonate, and it was all going fine, until the Kishin…" she proceeded to tell them everything. The stab wounds, the failure of their soul's link, the fire, and the strongest resonance she had ever experienced. When she got to the part about the stripes in his hair conjoining, becoming, in so many words, symmetrical, the room quieted and somber giggles were shared. Everyone with the exception of BlackStar, who was lying on the floor with a smoking dent in his head, laughed at the expense of the reaper whose life hung in the balance in some other room.

"I bet he really enjoyed that, didn't he?" asked Maka, her hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter. "The symmetry?"

Liz and Patty chuckled, and quizzically turned to lord death, realizing that the elder god hadn't spoken, not even laughed. It may have been funny, but the still wanted answers. They needed to know what had happened to their weapon, and what was going to happen now.

Shinigami-Sama had a distant look on his face (or mask) and was wearing a wistful smile.

"It's starting."

Ok guys, sorry it was so short, but I'm working on the next chapter right now. I have a small idea where this is going, but nothing is set in stone. Expect the next update soon!

-Death the Chick-

PS. the review button likes to be pushed. Flamers, how dare you insult me, for someday I will surpass god! Yahoo!