Chapter One

Rowena

"What the fuck?" she asked.

"What the fuck?" I asked in response. "No, seriously, what the actual fuck?"

"Omigosh!" she whisper-screamed. "You're actually here! I'm so glad it's actually you and you weren't just an old man pretending to be Rowena this whole time!" Nikki seal-clapped with joy and made excited whale noises in the back of her throat.

"Yes, oh my God, this is amazing!" I responded, seal-clapping back in response. "We can totally take over the world, now!"

"Yesss!" Nikki hissed back, dragging out the s sound like she was dragging a poor soul into the depths of hell. Then, kinda outta nowhere, she tackle hugged me and squeezed me maybe a second too long to be comfortable before letting go and getting back on the ground.

"Sorry, I've always really wanted to do that to a tall person," she explained. "All the other tall people I know are bad at being touchy-feely."

"You're so short," I snickered, patting her head. "But really, though, what the fuck?"

"Hm?"

"I mean, it's great you're here and all, and we can talk without Google Hangout, but how are you here? And where are we?" I asked, finally realizing that, nope, I was not in my room anymore.

"Well, we appear to be in an alley," Nicole said thoughtfully, a finger on her chin.

I snorted. "Yeah, like, no shit. But where?"

She turned in circles a bit, carefully observing the trashcans and rats and other things you may find in a generic alleyway. "Ro, maybe we're in-" she began, but she was cut off by a loud crash bang! noise.

It scared the crap out of me, and Nikki, apparently, too, because we both jumped several feet into the air.

Sometime during the shit, what was that? haze, I noticed things had darkened out, save for Nicole and wait did Nikki turn into a floating blue ball?

"Whatthefuckhappenedtomyarmomigoditturnedintoaswordwhatthefuck-" Words spewed out of Nicole's mouth and suddenly everything was normal again.

That's when I realized Nikki's arm no longer existed.

"Oh my God, is that a sword?" I gaped, stepping back a bit so as not to be chopped up from her frantic swinging.

"Omigod, Rowena, getitoffgetitoffgetitoffgetitoooOOOOOOooooffff!" was the only response.

"What the hell kind of Soul Eater bullshit is this?" I nearly shouted.

"Shut up down there!" an angry voice yelled. A red face peeked out from the apartment window above.

Nikki stopped her sword waving to awkwardly go, "Uh, sorry, ma'am!"

"I'm a guy!"

"Sir! I meant sir!" she hastily back pedaled.

Then her sword-arm glowed and turned back into flesh as the angry (wo)man grumbled and closed his window.

Then there was an awkward moment of silence. Feeling the need to kill it, I quietly told her, "That was some weird-ass shit, dude."

She was too busy holding her arm close to her and rocking on the floor to answer.

I had to coax her gently into letting go of her own limb and standing up.

"Now, let's check out the rest of the town. I'm sure we can find some answerrrrr-" I froze, my mind going blank for a few seconds.

Am I seriously seeing what I think I am seeing like seriously wait what what what what whatwhatwhatwhatwhat…?

"Rowena, what's wrooooo-" She froze, too. Was she seeing what I was seeing?

"What the fuck is up with the sun?" she burst out. Apparently she wasn't.

"The sun? Oh, I'm sorry, I was too busy looking at the giant skull castle!" I blurted, sarcasm getting the better of me in my panic. "Wait- sun?" I glanced up.

"Wait- castle?" She glanced down.

Directly above the giant skull castle was a sun with a menacing grin.

"Oh," I managed.

"Oh," Nikki echoed. "Is that…?"

"Yep." I answered before she even finished. "That is."

"Welcome to the DWMA," we muttered.

We held still for a moment, just to take it all in, and Nikki started laughing hysterically.

"What?" I asked. "What's so funny?"

"We…" she began, but was cut off by her own snorts. "We are so freaking…" She giggled. "It's just… Hehe, we're so totally screwed, man."

I gave a little laugh of my own, not wanting to feel awkward and hoping to disguise the fact that I was standing next to a hysteric madman (madwoman?) for the pedestrians' sakes.

"Ah," she sighed, apparently done with her giggle fit. "This is gonna be hella."

"So what do we do now?" I asked.

For some reason, Nikki had ended up sleeping in her regular clothes so she got actual jeans and a T-shirt while I was stuck in a too-big Captain America shirt and zebra-print soffe's. But both of us were barefoot. Oh, the joys of hot cement. She had her wallet on her, too, and since we were (thankfully) still in America (or, you know, a version of America), they took her money when she bought ice cream for the both of us.

She shrugged, slurping the little bit of chocolate left at the bottom of her cone. I'd already finished my Mackinac Island fudge, but Nikki ate slower than me so we just took a seat on a bench to think and finish up.

She shrugged. "Get a job, get a house, have two-point-five kids in a nice two story house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and only occasionally mentally scar the neighbors."

I suppressed a laugh and managed to get it down to a quiet, "pfft," and a snicker, but tried to keep things serious. "No, I mean, you are obviously a weapon, and I have freaky soul sense stuff going on in my brain. We could join the DWMA, you know," I told her.

She made a face. "Yeah, but it's pretty dangerous. Also, how the heck do we even get in? I don't even know how to handle regular school transfers, let alone school transfers to the friggin' Death Weapon Meister Academy. Like, do we go up and ask? Submit a resume? How would we even make a resume? Like, we're in another world, I think. Maybe. And also, we don't have any credentials, save for my military ID, and we don't have any money, save for the fifty-seven bucks I got left." Nikki finished her rant with a punctuating crunch of her waffle cone.

I thought for a moment. "Jobs first," I decided, "and then the cheapest apartment we can get, and then the DWMA."

She nodded in agreement. "Good plan, boss."

"Boss?"

"Just roll with it."

Hello and welcome to my first Soul Eater story! I realize this first chapter is very short, but that's because it ended up getting so long we needed to cut it into two. Chapter Two will be much longer, I promise. Now, for a disclaimer, I do NOT own Soul Eater or any of its canon characters. Rowena is a representation of me, and Nikki is my internet friend Kyla. Also, I have published this story on my account on Quotev, so if you see it on there, know that it is also me, and please don't report it. This story takes place in the anime story line, because the manga is way too long and I don't really like the manga's ending (CRONA MY BABY WHY).