I wrote two Soul Eater FanFictions quite a long time ago with the intention of making a third one to end the mini-series I had created. But I never got around to actually writing the third one.

I had the stories on a different account under the pen-name of Okami'sTwistedSoul, and as much as I liked to, I cannot delete the account.

I have decided to remove the stories from that account, edit them, and re-publish them here on this, my main account.

For any of you who read my Fairy Tail Stories, and begin to read the new Soul Eater Stories, and you notice a similarity between Okami and Frea, I apologize for sort of repeating the OC Design a little. I Might change Okami up a bit now that Frea is around, but I'm not sure, I like them both!

If you do decide to read the Soul Eater Stories, I thank you, and please enjoy!

Chapter 1

Stranger

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or its characters, only my own OC's and my Ideas

Life in DeathCity returned to normal after the defeat of the Kishin Asura almost a year before now. Maka, Kid, and Black*Star along with their Weapon Partners have been enjoying a well-deserved break since the battle was fought. DeathCity has been returned to its original position in the middle of the dessert, and all repairs have almost been finished.

Maka POV

Maka slowly lead the way toward the DWMA with Soul trailing along behind her, hands hooked behind his head, eyes glancing up toward the sky. The sun was rising higher and higher into the sky as the day began, its light cast down to hit everything below it.

They traveled along in silence, Maka's emerald eyes staring at the ground as they continued along. There weren't a lot of people out and around right now, but then again, not everybody had to get up early to get to school. Maka glanced up and looked sideways as they passed a dark alley on the other side of the street. This was the same route they took every morning to get to school, and since the week started, she had noticed somebody standing in the shadows of that very same alley everyday.

The figure there was tall, slender, and wrapped up in dark clothes with a hood up to cover their face. From what Maka could tell, it was a girl, but she never got a better look at her than that. But she was fairly sure she hadn't seen anybody that looked like that in the city before, so she assumed they were new.

The figure's head twitched a little as they looked sideways, and Maka's heart raced as bright silver eyes became level with her own emerald gaze. The two simply stared at each other for a minute as Maka kept on slowly walking along the side-walk, the strangers silver eyes didnt waver or look away, and she forced herself to stay level with her gaze.

"Maka!"

Their stares were separated as a hand grabbed on to Maka's wrist, and she was jerked to the side, bumping into Soul's chest as he kept a firm grip on her wrist. Then Maka realized what had happened, Soul had just pulled her out of the way of some young boy on a bike, that had been heading straight for her.

"Jeez Maka, don't you ever watch where your going?" Soul asked, his crimson eyes glittering with annoyance as he frowned at her. He released his grip on her wrist and raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for an answer.

"Sorry," Make murmured as she gave him a sheepish smile. Soul only shook his head at her and let out an exasperated sigh,

"Not cool." he murmured and started walking again, not waiting for her. Maka took a minute to cast a hasty glance down the alley again, and blinked in surprise to see that the stranger wasn't there anymore.

Huh... its like... she just disappeared...

"Are you coming or what?" Soul called back, he had come to a pause with his hands in his jacket pockets. Maka nodded hastily and jogged to catch up, grabbed on to her Partner's wrist as she passed, dragging him along behind her as she quickened her pace.

"Lets go, before we're late again!"

One thing stayed in her mind as she headed away; Silver Eyes.

Stranger POV

She leaned up against the cool wall of the building with her back, arms crossed over her chest and head tilted down, eyes closed. She was wearing a dark blue tank top with dark skinny jeans, and black converse. Over the tank top she was wearing a slim black coat that was zipped up half-way, and the hood pulled up so its shadow could cast itself across her face. Around her hands were black fingerless gloves, and on each hand she had a silver band around both her thumbs, and her index fingers. Around her neck was a silver crescent moon necklace. She was tall, slim, with a nice figure and a bigger than average bust, and she didn't look any older than 17 or 18.

She was lost in thought, this was the first time she had been in Death City for so long...

Her silver eyes opened once she got the feeling that someone was watching her, and she looked sideways. Immediately, her gaze became level with emerald eyes. There was a long-legged girl with honey-blonde hair pulled into two pigtails looking her way. She didn't move, and hardly even breathed as she met the green gaze of the other girl.

And the other girl just held her gaze steady, that was until she was suddenly yanked out of the way by the white-haired boy who had been walking with her.

She took the momentary distraction to get away without being seen, and she easily jumped forward, with inhuman agility, and was suddenly landing up on the roof of the building she had been directly across from. She paused for a moment and glanced down into the street again, smirking a little.

She turned away, stuck her hands in her coat pockets, and started walking across the baking roof. She cast a glance up at the sun and shook her head a little to see it with its usual twisted grin spread across its face.

She kept her face hidden from most people now-a-days. It wasn't because she had done something bad, it was just sort of something she had started doing. It was normal, considering she didn't want to be seen by anyone, not since she had left this place all those years ago...

She glanced ahead as she neared the edge of the roof, looking out across all the tops of the building toward the DWMA, standing proudly over everything.

She came to a slow pause as she reached the edge of the roof, sweeping her silver gaze over the Academy slowly.

"One call, that's all he gave me." She muttered under her breath, eyes narrowing a bit. "One damn call, demanding that I speak with him." She growled lowly. "Who the hell does he think he is? To think I can be summoned just like some damn dog..." She hissed and shook her head, closing her eyes for a moment.

Oh well... I suppose he does have the right for some answers... just not a lot.

Annoyance and agitation had started to rise up inside of her at the thought, but she quickly suppressed it. She looked up at the sun again, and shrugged as she lightly stepped off the edge of the building without a second thought. She landed neatly on the ground down another alley, before stepping out into the sunlight and walking along the sidewalk.

"I'll be late I suppose, but he'll just have to deal with it." She murmured to herself in a low tone. She took a few turns here and there, but always headed in the same direction, toward the center of town. She traveled with her eyes closed mostly, not having any worries about where she was going, she remembered most of it from when she had lived here awhile.

She opened her eyes as she heard the engines of cars, and heard the metal vehicles driving by down the street. This part of the city was mostly crowded by the cars that drove on the streets here, not many people were on the sidewalks. In fact, as far as she could see, she was the only one. Then she looked ahead as a guy, looking about 17 rounded a corner ahead of her. He was walking along ahead of her, hands in his pants pockets, head moving back and forth, his messy brown hair moving with the motion, with black ear buds in his ears, eyes closed.

She blinked once, when she saw where he was headed, right toward the busy street in front of him. What kind of an idiot wouldn't watch where he was going around here, let alone listen to music?

Dumbass, who could be so stupid?!

In an instant, he was already a few steps onto the road, a car headed his way, she was suddenly right behind him. Her hand shot out and grabbed onto the back of his shirt, yanking him backward a little roughly. The car honked as it sped by, just missing him as he was pulled backward by her.

"Wha-?! Hey!?" He yelped in surprise, falling onto his ass. He looked up to see her standing behind him, and he slowly pulled his head-phones out of his ears.

"Do you ever watch where your going?" She growled at him, tone surprisingly cold and it stung a little. The guy even flinched a little at her tone, but he gave her a neutral stare, quickly getting to his feet and spinning around to face her.

"Of course!" He snapped back, more defensive then she had expected him to be. His deep brown eyes became level with her own bright silver ones as they simply stared each other down for a minute. "Either way, you don't have to be so damn rude.." He told her and she blinked.

"Maybe you shouldn't have almost gotten yourself killed." She growled back and he frowned.

"Damn, what the hell is up with you? Somebody definitely woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning!" He snapped at her and she froze. She knew she was being harsh, but that was because she was already in a foul mood because she was being forced to head up to the Academy that morning, when she would much rather fight 100 Kishin Eggs.

She let out a low sigh and looked away, "Whatever, just be more careful next time." She sighed and turned away, heading up the street without a second glance at him.

"Thanks anyway!" She heard him call after a moments hesitation, and she came to a slow stop. She turned a little to look back at him, eyes narrowed.

"What's your name?" She asked, for a moment he looked surprised then smirked a little.

"Kiba." He said and she nodded lifting her hand from her side to wave at him.

"Well then, Kiba, your welcome." She said with a small smile and continued walking.

Kiba POV

Kiba stood in silence as he watched her walk away, then finally disappear as she rounded a corner. For a split second, he felt gratitude for her rise up inside of him, but he quickly suppressed it out of stubbornness.

She may have been a little rude, but hell, she had saved his life by pulling him out of the way.

He hung his head-phones around his neck and stuffed his hands back in his jean pockets, this time waiting till there were no cars to cross the street.

Huh... I gave her my name, but I didn't get hers...

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