This is my first fan fiction, so give me a break...

also don't expect chapters to come out rapidly, I'll make them when I make them, I will also be changing the personalities of some of the characters slightly. NO FLAMES. Enjoy!

Quick Disclaimer: I do not own any aspect of the black rock shooter or soul eater.

Prologue

" A sound soul, dwells within a sound mind, and a sound body"

Death weapon Meister Academy...

Popularly known is the DWMA.

It is an institute to train weapons and meisters, established by Death, to prevent Afreets, the demon gods who plunge the entire world into the depths of terror, drove people into a maelstrom of madness, and nearly destroy everything, from ever being born again...

"GAH!" the white haired boy screamed as he sat up in his bed, sweat pouring from his skin. He glanced around the room quickly to reassure himself that he was in reality, he muttered quietly to himself "same nightmare as before, not cool..." just then a voice called.

"Soul... are you OK? A purple cat walked in with a witches hat on.

"I'm OK Blair, just a nightmare" soul responded

"Was it the one with the girl with blue eyes" Blair asked.

Soul simple nodded in reply, although he has had the dream many times before, the only thing he could remember about them was that pair of blue eyes, and how they stared, expressionless. He then took a quick glance at the clock "2:30, I'll never get back to sleep."

"I think I can help you with that" Blair then disappeared into a puff of smoke to reveal a women with a rather large chest, she only wore a bikini that was rather small for her, she then grabbed Soul and held him close to her chest. Soul only responded with a nose bleed with enough force to send him flying back into his bed, unconscious.

"works every time" she giggled as she returned to her cat form. She left the room and entered Maka's, who was Souls miester, who was somewhat half awake.

"Is soul OK" she mumbled

"yeah, he just had some trouble sleeping" Blair said as she nestled down at the end of Maka's bed

"Hope he gets some sleep, we need to be ready for tomorrows assignment" Maka then fell back on her pillow and shut her eyes...

How long have I been walking? She wondered to herself. The figure continued to walk through the forest. How long has it been? A week, maybe 2...

The figure was female, she wore a long jacket with white stripes that ran down both sides and a white star on the back, beneath that was a black bikini top with short shorts and knee high boots, her skin was pale white with several stitched scars on the lower half of her torso, although her hood covered her head enough that her face was consumed in a shadows, only showing to bright blue ringed eyes, she looked roughly 17 or so.

She sat in the grass, feeling every blade touch her fingers as a whisper escaped her breath "soft..." With her back in the grass as she started collecting her thoughts

I wonder if the others got sucking into that light along with me... if so I need to find them... she then

turned her head and looked to the hills where a small village can be seen hidden in its light. I guess I'll start there in the mourning. She then turned her head back toward the sky and shut her eyes. Though other-selves didn't require sleep, it was refreshing to feel the sandmans sleep spell cast over her eyes.

Alright thats the end of the prologue. Please review, NO FLAMES.