SoUlEaTeR
hai! Im here with a (greatly) revised version of kids new weapon! This is much better than my last one so I hope you like it! Without further ado, Here is Chained Soul!
Anasatia's POV
"Soul!" I squealed, "We've finally made it!" I stood next to my older brother gazing up at the school, the Death Weapon Miester Academy.
"Well then, we should stop standing around and talk to Lord Death," he said showing off his shark teeth.
My older brother's name is Soul Eater Evans, and I am Anasatia Oblivion Evans. My brother has white hair, and red eyes. He's usually slouched over in a "cool" guy pose. He often wearing his yellow and black jacket and he had red, baggy jeans. He always wears his "Soul Eat" headband on. Baka.
I'm don't look anything like him, except for my hair.
I have blue eyes that change hue, depending on my mood. Often, I pull my hair into a short ponytail. I usually wear camo capri pants, and a plain black v-neck with a white tank top underneath. Simple, my style. I am also very pale, I look like a piece of paper compared to my tan brother.
As I was lost in my ramblings, I ran into something, or rather someone. I was knocked to the ground, and so was she.
Her papers and books were scattered every where.
"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry, I didn't see you!" I cried, while helping her pick up her books.
"It's okay! I'm fine and so are you, so no harm no foul," she said with a smile and stood, all of her belongings replaced safely in her book bag. "Oh, you two must be the two new weapons enrolling! Sid-sensi told us about you. Evans, right?"
Soul and I cringed at the sound of our family's name. "Yeah . . . " Soul said.
"Oh! Where are my manners! My name is Maka Albarn, Miester," she said with a smile, and then held out her hand.
"Maka Albarn, that's a nice name," I replied taking her hand. Another miester, not my miester though. "My name is Anastatia Oblivion."
Soul stared at Maka, and mumbled, "Names Soul."
"Soul and Anastatia, I hope we will see each other again, we could become friends!" she said, then turned and left, with a wave over her shoulder. As she walked away, I turned and started off towards the Death Room once more. I turned and saw Soul staring at the spot that Maka had just vacated and I knew it was time to start teasing.
"Awww, Soul are you falling in love at first sight!" Surprisingly Soul just shrugged.
"There's something about her." he started. "That draws me to her."
I shrugged, and started off again. Soul following closely behind.
"Hey there, Hiya, How ya doing?" A jumpy man in a black cloak practically sang. "So you to must be the two new weapons enrolling! I hope you'll like it here!"
"So far, so cool," Soul said.
"I love it!" I smiled.
"Good, Great, Wonderful! But before you enroll, we have to see you in weapon form!" Lord Death shouted.
'First up, Octopus head," a read head stated as he walked out from behind Lord Deaths mirror. I assumed he was Death Scythe Sama.
"Hai, Death Scythe Sama, Soul," I said holding out my hand. Soul nodded. He shined a harsh white light and shot up into the air, transforming into a red and black scythe. Death scythe sama wrote down his weapon form. Soul then transformed back into his human self.
"Next, you snowball, and none of this Death Scythe Sama stuff. Call me Spirit," Death- Spirit said.
I nodded my head and back flipped into the air. I emitted a soft golden glow as I fell into my brothers hands.
"OH THE BEAUTIFUL SYMMETRY!" some one screamed as I was ripped from my brothers hands. I gasped and felt a soul connect with mine. For once in my life I felt complete. I didn't feel alone. The boy holding gasped also. My miester gasped, feeling the piece of his soul that he never knew was missing, reach out for him, brushing him with the gentleness of a feather. I was snatched away from him, and it hurt us so bad.
"STAY AWAY FROM MY SON! ! !" Lord Death said, his voice alone terrifying me.
"Father! What's the meaning of this!" my miester yelled.
"Kid stay away from her, and you! Stay away from him, you vile, inhuman, thing!" He screamed at me. I felt tears sting my eyes, and then anger. I didn't come here to be insulted more, to be put down, to be told I was worthless! I came here to get away!
"Father!" he yelled again. I sensed all of Lord Deaths anger to turn to him.
No. I rose from the spot where I was thrown and I slowly took a step. I may not know his name.
No! Another step. I may not know what he likes and dislikes.
NO! I was running. But I will allow no one to hurt him!
"Don't touch my miester!" I hit Lord Death strait on, as he raised a hand to strike my miester, and knocked him to the floor. I was too light to keep him down, though. Lord Death raised his huge hand up, and struck me across the room.
Light exploded behind my eyes, as my head met the wall. I was starting to fall. I heard a feral scream. I hit the floor. Two arms encircled me, and made me feel safe.
So, I let the blackness hold me in it's gentle embrace.
DTK (Death the Kid) POV
"SUCH BEAUTIFUL SYMMETRY! ! !" I screamed as I saw the girl fall into her brothers hands. Without thinking I ran over and snatched up the beautiful weapon. I felt something reach for me as soon as I grabbed her. It was a missing piece from my soul. Something that I never knew was missing, was trying to return to me. My soul reached for it and brushed it, then my father grabbed her and threw her across the room. I growled lowly, pissed beyond comparison cause my father threw a girl I didn't even know. I felt something else to, a sharp pain and suddenly, it felt like nothing else mattered except the girl that was sitting up.
I heard my father scream at her, "STAY AWAY FROM MY SON! ! !" His angry voice echoing. I felt fear towards him.
"Father," I yelled, trying to make sense of what was happening around, of what was happening to me! "What's the meaning of this!"
"Kid stay away from her, and you! Stay away from him, you vile, inhuman, thing!" He screamed at her. I felt an angry beast begging to be let free, when I saw her eyes glisten.
"Father!" I yelled again. He turned on me and I felt terror. Pure, unadulterated, fear. He was pissed. He then raised his hand to strike me.
He was knocked over though, by the tiny girl I felt so strongly for. She was protecting me, even though she knew nothing about me. I don't think she cared about that, and neither did I.
I stared as Father raised a hand to strike her. I scream tried to escape me.
And then she flew. Across the room, where her head met the wall with a sickening clunk. I did scream then, I screamed out of sheer anger. This girl that I didn't know was affecting me so much. I had to help her. Not wanted to, needed to. I ran to her body that was slumped up against the wall, and wrapped my arms around her petite body. She looked at me for a second, and smiled, before falling unconscious.
I heard my father yelling at me in the backround, but I didn't care.
Then I shook off my shocked.
"You son of a bitch!" I screached, my arms tightening around her. "You asshole, you hurt her! Why? Why! ? WHY! ? !" I heard my voice rising on each why, and heard the distinct crack at the end of my sentence.
"I'm sorry Kid, but this is for your own safety," I heard Spirit say behind me. I looked at him and saw the scythe that came in with her, in his arm, knocked out. Spirit raised his hand and slammed it onto my neck. My eyes widened and I gasped.
The last thing I saw was darkness.
Normal POV
Lord Death simply watched as Spirit knocked out Soul and Kid. He had to erase both their memories. Neither would be safe if they had memories of Anastatia. Soul wouldn't know her at all, and Kid would only recall her as a faint memory of a dream.
"Lord Death, what are we supposed to do with her," Spirit asked, as he returned from placing Kid and Soul in their respective spots.
"Put her in a cell. She is still a bit human right now, and I will not kill an innocent. This is mercy, putting her in a cell where she can't hurt anyone," Lord Death replied.
"All right."
As soon as Spirit left, Lord Death slumped up against the wall. He removed his mask, revealing deep tortured purple eyes, and pitch black hair, all three lines of sanzu connected.
He burst into tears, hurting so much.
He spoke into air, his voice filled with pain and pleaded, "Please Kid, forgive me!"
When Spirit returned, he saw his boss with his head in his hands, crying silently.
Spirit knew he was not crying for the innocent girl he had just imprisoned. For the first time ever, Spirit hated Lord Death. Spirit didn't see that girl the way Lord Death saw. He saw a broken girl looking for a refuge.
