"A sound soul, dwells within a sound mind, and a sound body."
I always think about that saying when I watch my favorite anime, 'Soul Eater.' The humor was good, the action was epic, and the suspense was thrilling! I Liked the fan-fictions they had on this show, some were admirable, others where... Just weird. My favorite character is Chrona, I still have no idea if Chrona is a boy or a girl, but I really don't question it most of the time, I just enjoy the anime. "JAKE! Get off the computer and get downstairs and eat your breakfast or you'll miss your bus!" My mother yelled upstairs.
"Coming mom." I called back as I shut down my laptop and rushed into my bathroom to shower and change clothes. I came out in an orange unzipped hoodie and black jeans. My brown skin showed in the mirror, as did my coal black eyes. I stepped into my red and blue sneakers and rushed downstairs.
"Hurry up or you'll be late, like your usual record."
"I still don't get since I have a bike I just don't ride to school." I said still confused about the subject.
"Because you barely ride it, and the bus is more safe." she retorted back, looking at me sternly.
I let out a sigh knowing the argument would just be pointless and went to the cabinet.
"I'll just have cereal," I said avoiding eye contact with mom.
"I thought you liked my usual breakfast meal," she said showing at least a small percent of disappointment.
"Cereal, please." I reinstated, holding a box of Apple Jacks.
"Okay. Also, did you finish your homework?"
I froze as I was about to pour my cereal.
"I've been telling you all summer. And now that the school year is starting you still haven't changed. How are you supposed to become an artist/slash writer if you keep slacking?"
I always hated when she lectured me, it was like a hornet with a swollen stinger still stuck in your neck.
"Don't worry, when have I ever steered you wrong when it came to work?" I questioned with feeling that my pride was being tugged at.
"Many times, at the last minute."
"Well, you got me there."
I finished off my breakfast, and with a goodbye I flew out the door and ran to my bike, but not before seeing dark clouds in the distance.
"Hello P.K.B." I named my black-painted bike with the initials P.K.B on the side, seeing as how what mom won't know won't hurt her or me.
I pedaled out of my drive way and started down the road.
"Well, if it isn't PK-san"
I looked to my side and saw my one and only friend, Ninciao. I thought it was a weird name, she said she didn't like her old name, Sienna. So she changed it, seeing as how she thought it made her sound Japanese. Ninciao was wearing a red zipped jacket, grey kaki's, black tennis shoes, and was riding a skateboard. Her skin was a chocolate brown, her eyes were grey, but showed a moon-like glow. She never liked skirts and only wore pants. She liked it since no other girl at our school did it. Also she had long black hair that went down to the middle of her back.
"How many times are you gonna call me that? I thought you gave it up."
"Well, I thought to myself, why should old habits die hard?"
"And that's your philosophy?"
"I don't know."
"You really can be clueless."
"I really wouldn't say clueless as much as bored. So you have writers block? You haven't made an update to your fan-fiction in over a month."
"I had to do most of my homework over that month. And somehow I'm still not done." I said, slowing down as we turned a corner.
"So you're gonna do the usual and copy mine?"
"You read me like a book." I said as we stopped to cross the street.
"You know, I've known you for so long you've become predictable."
"Really? Cause' mostly I haven't even noticed" I looked up and saw the clouds in the sky start to darken.
"It's gonna rain soon." I said to her.
"The schools coming into view, let's hurry." She said as we already felt little drizzles.
We rode into school grounds, already being drowned out by the talking gossip, welcome of friends, and the rolling thunder. Ninciao kicked up her skateboard and set it in a section in her backpack, while I had to find an empty spot on a bike rack for mine. After at least 3 minutes I was victorious in finding one empty and at the end of the rack.
"Let's hurry." I said as a drop landed on my head.
We ran into a different entrance of the school. Seeing countless students run into the front entrance of the school. Some were pushing and shoving trying not to get there clothes wet. Ninciao chuckled as some tripped and fell over others.
"They look like a herd of animals." She said with a childlike smile on her face.
"Your sense of humor frightens me." I said to her creeped out.
"Why thank you. As much fun as this is we should get to class."
"Alright." I said walking away from the sad spectacle we just saw.
Thunder crackled across the sky and rain pounded at the windows of our classroom. Many student in the class were trying to stay awake as the teacher's boring, depressing voice echoed through the classroom. Even Ninciao was bored to the point of falling asleep. So was I, only I actually tried to care. And failed miserably.
*BOOOM*
A giant crackle from the storm was like a wakeup call to the entire class and the both of us as my eyes literally snapped open.
"Man, I really hate grammar. I'd go so far as to call it an evil subject that should never exist." I thought in my mind as the rain constantly tapped at the windows.
*DING-DONG, DONG-DING*
The sound of the school intercom came through my ears, although not as loud as the thunder.
"Attention students." Came the voice of what sounded like the principle.
"Due to the storm, A hurricane warning has been issued to the school, and the advice that all students and faculty stay away from the windows."
"Well that's reassuring" I thought as I scooted my desk over like the other students who were in front and behind me.
"I repeat all students an-
*Crssssshhhh!*
The rest of the principles sentenced was drowned out as the storm's violent winds broke all the windows, sending some of the students to the floor, including me.
The entire room was filled with screams and outbursts like: "GET DOWN!, HOLY $#%&, I DON'T WANNA DIIE!
I crawled over to Ninciao's desk as she hid under it.
"Beats another boring day of studying, huh?" She said with a hint of excitement. Only her face showed that she was as scared as I was.
"STUDENTS!" The teacher tried to yell over the wind.
"IF YOU WOULD FOLLOW ME! WE WILL CALMLY WALK OUTSIDE THE CLASSROOM, INTO THE HALLWAY!"
But as soon as he opened the door, the students clamored to the door. Pushing and shoving to get outside. I tried to get up from under the desk, but Ninciao pulled me back down, looking more scared than I thought.
"Come on Ninciao! We have to go!" I yelled at her as I tried to pull her just shook her head and held on to my arm.
All of the students including the teacher were gone. It was just us. I pried Ninciao off of me to at least see how bad the storm was. When I looked up cautiously out the window...I nearly froze.
I crawled back to Ninciao's desk trying to look little to not scared as possible.
"What did you see?" She said with a little piece of hope in her voice.
I pulled her into a hug and put her head under my chin to shield her eyes.
"It's best that you don't look." I said as tears started to fill my eyes.
A humungous hurricane was heading straight for the school. Some who saw it yelled it out and then panic started to snowball. Millions of screams could be heard from where I was sitting.
"P.K..." Ninciao choked out through my shirt.
I squeezed her into my chest tightly as I heard the hurricane get closer. Her voice sounded muffled as I could only hear the piercing wind.
I could feel myself being lifted up before then feeling nothing at all...
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After what felt like hours or days or maybe even years. I felt something... Stone-cold ground. Wait, did the storm throw me to the ground? ...NINCIAO! My eyes pried themselves open and I pushed myself from the ground and stumbled a little before falling on my butt. I looked around to see that it was night-time. The shops around me had their lights on. Still open, but no one was around. Almost like as if it was a ghost town. Then I looked at the sky. I froze on the spot. THE EFFING MOON HAD A FACE! AND IT WAS SMILING! Okay, pull yourself together P.K. You're just hallucinating. Wait, Ninciao! I sprang back to my feet and looked around.
"Aw man, I really hope I'm wrong about where she is. And I really hope I'm wrong about where I am!" I thought to myself as I ran.
Block after block, alley through alley. I turned a corner and stopped when I saw it. There was no doubt about it. That black hair, that jacket, those shoes... she was sitting down hugging her legs and I think she was crying. She was sitting next to a flight of stairs that looked familiar, but I didn't want to remember at the moment. I went over to her and sat down next to her.
"Hey, are you alright?" I said trying to act casual.
Her head popped up with a gasp and looked in my direction. Her eyes were red from the tears she was letting out.
"Pk?..." She asked softly, as if I was a ghost.
I stood up and pointed my thumb to my chest.
"The one and only." I said, feeling proud of the smile I brought to her face.
Then her happy smile turned into what looked like she was so scared she was about to have a heart attack.
I turned around...I wish I didn't. I wish I had just sat there with Ninciao and waited, but I didn't. I turned around, and what I saw confirmed everything. A Kishin, and not just any Kishin. This Kishin was supposed to be Maka and Soul's 99th Kishin soul also known as: Jack The Ripper. That confirmed it. I was in the Soul Eater universe, and I was gonna die right before any action started.
"WaNt MoRe POweR..." Was what Jack had said to us as he licked his razer-sharp claws with blood-lust shining in his eyes.
He raised his arm ready to strike both of us. If I was gonna die, I was gonna at least do something before that. So I shielded myself (even though it won't work) with my arms.
Momentum built up in me as the hand came down. I closed my eyes, as to not see how much pain I'll be in.
*CLANK*
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Huh, clank? I opened my eyes and could not help but say,
"Holy $%#!"
Jack's razor-sharp claws came down one of my arms which saved the other arm to move another day. But what replaced that was a...sword?
My arm transformed in to a sword...Epic!
But that epic moment was short lived when Jack used his OTHER claw.
"Well, that was a short-lived moment of awesomeness." I thought as I closed my eyes again. Ready to die.. Again.
*CLANK*
Again with the clank!
I opened my eyes and expected to see my other arm transform. Instead, something just as good if not better.
A person wielding a red-black zigzagged scythe stopped the other claw. And I knew these two all too well.
Scythe meister: Maka Albarn, and scythe weapon: Soul 'Eater' Evans. Just saved my life.
"Hey, are you both alright?" were the first words out of Maka's mouth.
I nodded, still amazed at what I'm seeing.
"You should get your meister to safety." She said to me.
Meister? What's she? I looked over to Ninciao, who was as shocked as me, but scared at the same time. Then it hit me. She thinks Ninciao's my partner.
"Uuh. Right, thanks." I said as I put down my arm off his claw seeing as how Jack was more preoccupied with the person that interrupted his meal. I ran over to Ninciao and pulled her up. She still acted limp as I lead her up the steps. I ran up the stairs and far away enough to see the battle already start. I realized my sword arm went down to my elbow and I was careful not to hurt Ninciao with it when I set her down next to the wall of a house. I looked over to see the battle that was just about over.
"Man, I wish I saw what happened! Wait a minute, I'm not supposed to even be here. Aw crap! This is bad. If fan-fictions have taught me anything, it's that since the universe I'm in has already set the wheels in motion for what will happen. Since Ninciao and I are here, we've destroyed that order! Now that we're here, the universe might find ways to keep that order and kill Ninciao and I. Or it might squeeze me in with the world, and leave us alone. WOW! I haven't thought this long in a while. I was so lost in thought I didn't see Maka tap my shoulder.
I yelped and turned to greet her in the best way I could.
"*gulp* H-hey, thanks for saving us. We are..kinda new to town. I'm Pk, and that's Ninciao." I said, trying to play it cool and act like I don't know any of them. I gestured to Ninciao, who got over her little waterworks show and rushed over to me. Man, she can bounce back when she is amazed.
"I'm Maka, Nice to meet you two. And this is my weapon partner, Soul."
"Heh, a guy like me is too cool to be introduced like that, Maka."
I still can't believe I'm meeting. NO, I'M IN FRONT of my favorite duo from my favorite anime! don't get me wrong, I still favor Chrona more, it's just that at this moment I was ready to just spaz out.
"Well, if you'll excuse us we need to make a call to Lord Death." Maka said walking past us.
"Can we come?" That was the first thing Ninciao said since we landed here.
"Um, sure it's okay." Maka said, a little confused at her excitment.
Maka walked up to a shop window and breathed on it, fogging up the glass, and then wrote the number to Lord Death himself.
"42-42-564, whenever you wanna knock on death's door." She recited as blue waves started to appear over the mirror, and a bright light enveloped it.
"Hello? Lord Death, are you there?" She questioned, almost as if the mirror was a phone.
Then a cartoony version of the grim reaper appeared With three holes in his skull and what looked like three long teeth under the holes. If I didn't know the series I'd say that was a mask.
"Meister Maka reporting." She said, stating herself.
"Yeah, yeah, hello meister Maka. How are you doing? How did it go?" Came the cartoony sounding voice that Lord Death used. I know the voice is fake, but he makes it sound really convincing.
"I've just collected the 99th Kishin soul, sir. Now we just have one witch soul to collect and we'll be done." She said to Lord Death, looking proud of herself.
"Well done Maka. You're proving to be just as excellent a meister as your was." Lord Death said with glee, Earning a chuckle from Maka.
"Oh boy, here comes 'you know who'." I thought to myself in dread.
"HEY! Soul Eater!" Came the annoying voice which snapped our peaceful moment.
Up walked Maka's overprotective, cheating, and in my opinion weird father, Spirit.
"If you even think of touching my Maka, if you lay a hand on her. As a death scythe, no...As her father, I will freaking kill you! You got me, you little octopus head?" He said, threatening the already not caring scythe weapon.
"And here comes two of my funniest moments in this episode." I thought to myself, chuckling.
"What are you smoking? See how cool I am? You think I'm gonna settle for a flat-chested girl like her?" He replied cooly, pointing his thumb at his chest.
That did it.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAAAY! ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME MY MAKA'S NOT ATTRACTIVE! WHY HAVEN'T YOU MADE A MOVE ON HER YOUR A MAN AREN'T YOUUU!" He literally screamed, pushing his face and half his body into the glass as if it was rubber.
"You know you're, a little annoying." Soul retorted, and irratated expression on his face.
Spirit turned his head to Maka, his expression changing from crazy to father-loving.
"Maka, your dad loves you." He said with care. But Maka just turned her head away with hate.
"Here it comes." I thought with glee and I think Ninciao was thinking the same thing too.
"Don't waste your breath on me. There's no way I'll ever consider you my father." She said with no mercy in her tone.
That did it. The shocked expression on his face sent Ninciao and I to the floor, busting a gut. And it may have been worth giving us away.
"Hmm? And who are you two?" That question sent us right back to our feet. The hilarious moment was gone and now for the moment of truth. I hope I don't screw up.
"I'm Pk, and this is my meister Ninciao. We're new to death city and we were hoping to enlist in the DWMA. We got lost finding the place and ran into a Kishin and were saved by these two." I said, hoping I didn't give away too much information.
"I see, well I look forward to seeing you two in action in the future. Now then, as I was going to say. As you know if a meister pair collects 99 evil souls, souls that have strained and become Kishin eggs, and additionally collect the soul of one witch, then the weapon will obtain the qualifications necessary to become a death scythe, one of my instruments. But it's that last soul that's a bit tricky. You two made it this far, but you should know there are countless meisters who have lost their lives when they challenged a witch. You'll need to be very careful maka ,but if you're not lucky maybe the death scythe you create will be as powerful as the one your mom created before you." He explained even though I already heard it.
"Right." Maka said, listening with utmost attention.
"Also, please do be sure not to make any mistakes. This last collection, the witch's soul, is is very important. If you slip up all of the 99 kishin souls you two have collected will be confiscated." He said trying to sound serious. Although I thought it was serious.
"We understand, sir." Maka said with enthusiasm.
"Yeah, we'll make a clean job of it, no worries." Soul said, full of himself.
"In that case, I'll see you two later. And I hope to meet your acquaintances, Pk and Ninciao." Lord Death said as the mirror shined bright before it turned back into just a regular mirror.
"Ninciao and I are royally screwed." Thought to myself.
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We arrived at the witch Blair's pumpkin house. I always thought of Blair as annoying, and I hope she doesn't see me. Not that I care, I just don't want to get a nosebleed, although I might not.
"This must be the house of where the witch Blair lives." Maka said looking at the architecture that was pumpkins. I think I could still hear Blair singing in there.
"A pumpkin house, That's cool." said Soul, being very lax about the situation.
"I wonder if it's edible." Said Ninciao, licking her lips.
"Looks tasty, but sneaking into a house isn't very manly. Why don't we just charge right in?" Soul questioned, not even thinking his plan through.
"We can't, she's different from the other ones we faced so far." Maka cried out as Soul barged ahead anyways.
"Let's go!" He said, getting a running start.
"Hey, wait, come back here!" Maka yelled, surprised by his rush.
"I will predict the future, and say Soul lands in her bathtub." Ninciao said with a smirk on her face.
Then Maka ran in too, either to prove Ninciao wrong or to whack some sense into her partner.
"Shall we follow?" Ninciao asked, walking to the house, gleeful as ever.
"After you." I said, following.
"Maybe if I hide at the door, she won't see me." I thought to myself.
Ninciao knocked before walking on to see Maka pointing at Blair, Soul out cold with a bloody nose, and Blair in the tub with the soap bubbles censoring her body.
"Hey, what do you know? I was right Maka." Ninciao chirped, looking at the scene before her.
"So, who's that cute boy hiding behind the door?" Blair asked with a smile.
Crap, she saw me. I better not look like an idiot. I walked into the room and through some miracle saw Blair and didn't get a nosebleed.
"So you're Blair, huh?" I said, trying to sound professional.
"So you know my name? And what would you want with me?" She said, trying to sound seductive.
"Nothing really. The two of us are just spectators." I said pointing to Ninciao.
"Soul, would you transform into a scythe already?"Maka said to soul.
"Yeah, working on it Maka. Alright witch lady, naked or not, I'm still gonna defeat you and eat your soul." Soul said, tissues in both of his nostrils.
"Witch lady?" Blair said, slightly confused.
Then soul transformed into a scythe into Maka's hand, ready to fight.
"Oh wow! He really became a scythe. Can you transform into something?" Blair said, looking at me with excitement.
"I transform into a sword." I said to her, shrugging.
"After I take your soul. Soul will be a death scythe, and I'll have created a weapon stronger than my dad." Maka boldly stated.
"I like it." Blair declared as he leapt off the edge of her tub and transformed into her witch garments.
"Why don't you be a good little girl and give it to me?" She said, smirking lightly under the brim of her hat.
I remembered what happened next and grabbed Ninciao by the hand and ran straight out of the house. I ran fast enough to see an energy beam erupt from her house, signaling Maka and Soul's defeat.
"Round 1: Blair the witch." I said as Ninciao let out a whistle.
"We should probably find a place to sleep tonight." Ninciao said, looking at the sky.
"Yeah, but we don't have any money." I said, a little sad.
"Well, we'll think of something." She replied as we started walking away from te house.
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We were walking around the city looking for some kind of miracle. And that miracle was shot down with each stop at a place to stay or at least sleep. So I gave up. I plopped down on a park bench, defeated.
"Man! We'll never find a place to stay." I said with disappointment in my tone.
"Well, if the universe cares, we might get a lucky break." Ninciao said, trying to brighten my spirits.
"I could give you two a place to stay."
We both looked around to see where the voice came from.
"Up here you two."
We looked up and saw an old lady in a blue cloak and blue pointy hat, riding on a broom.
"Hey, you're a witch." Ninciao stated, looking at how the broom was floating.
"Yes I am, but I prefer not to be called that. I'm more of a old sorcerer." She stated with a smile.
"Uh, I hate to break it to you, but I'm a weapon." I said thinking she might go away.
"So?"
That was not the reaction I was expecting.
"What?" Was all I could say.
"So? I don't care that you're a weapon."
"Really? Wait, what's the catch?" I said knowing it was to good an offer.
"Well, I would like help at my house seeing as how I'm not able use as much magic as I was when I was young. So, will you accept my offer?"
It was a choice I couldn't go on. If this was a show, somebody would say something like, "DON'T DO IT, YOU'LL DIE!" or something but in this case.
"I accept." Was Ninciao's acceptation.
"Me too." Was mine.
"Great, follow me. My abode is not far from here. My name is Odawa." She said, introducing herself as she floated slow enough for us to follow.
"My name's Pk." I said.
"Ninciao's mine." Her voice rang in the alley.
"Nice names." She responded.
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"We're here." She proclaimed.
It was... A clothing shop. A small one at that.
"Do you get customers?" I said, out of curiosity.
"I get some. But not an overflowing crowd or an empty store. Just enough for the store and some for me left over." She said as she unlocked the door.
As we opened the door we were welcome with the sound of old classic music on a record player. I have to admit the atmosphere was like when I was dragged by my mother to get new cloths...Mom, dad, everyone. I'll never see them again.
"I miss them too." Ninciao said feeling the same way as she took my hand and we walked in.
"You'll both move some things around and do some chores around the store like cleaning dusting and unpacking. You'll be able to use any of the cloths in the store, only if you ask for my permission. You'll both share one of the two bedrooms I have upstairs. Are there any more questions?" She said, turning around as we saw her go behind the counter.
"No". I said as I smiled to my new boss of my entire life.
"Good. Now then, let's hit the sack." She said as she floated upstairs.
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We found the room we were sleeping in, and as soon as I saw the bed my body fell straight into the pillow. I was never so happy to see a pillow in my entire life.
"I'm going to see if I can get some good pajamas." Ninciao called back, walking out.
So, I'm in the Soul Eater universe. I already landed a job and a place to stay. And to top it all off, it's only the first episode. Man this is the best/worst day of my life. And only can get better/horrible.