Here it is, finally! Chapter one of the rewrite. I kept forgetting to come in and fix this. Sorry. But I did it now! Enjoy and review!
Chapter 1: A Soul's Brokenness
The sun beat it's brutal rays down on Death City. It was the kind of weather that most people would despise to go out in, but the residents still did their jobs. High above those average citizens stood the towering Death's Weapon and Meister Academy. And at the highest balcony sat a lone student. Soul Eater Evens was quietly looking out over the city, watching the citizens below live their normal lives in the schorching heat. Soul was never really bothered by heat, or cold for that matter. That's why he rarely took off his jacket. Though, it meant a lot to him, it was practically a part of him. It was given to him when...
Soul shook his head. He didn't want to think about that right now. Not with all that's happened. Not with what was coming up.
It'sbeen nearly ten years, he thought. Am I not over it yet?
Soul took one last glance at the simmering city before heading inside. He kept his head down, trying to not draw attention to himself.
"Look, there he is!"
But, then again, being the only person in the entire school with snow white hair, bright red eyes and razor sharp teeth didn't help. In a few minutes, he was surrounded . People began to ask him the same questions they' d been asking for the past month.
"Did you see the Kishin?"
"Are you really Maka's weapon?"
"Can I see your weapon form?"
"How did Maka defeat the Kishin?"
Soul groaned, this was so irritating. This had been going on since he, Maka, Kid, Liz, Patty, Black Star and Tsubaki came back from fighting the Kishin Asura. The other students constantly swarmed Maka when they heard she had delivered the final blow. Dr. Stein and Spirit had to stay by her side 24/7 just to keep them at bay. Since they couldn't get to Maka, they went after Soul and the others. The mostly went after Soul, however.
Soul jumped up and used the window sills to escape. He had become very agile since coming back. When he felt he lost them, he jumped down and entered an empty classroom. He shut the door, put his back against it, sat down and sighed. He hated all this attention, especially with what was going on with his weapon form.
He stood and walked to the center of the room. He closed his eyes and focused. He could get it to work this time. He had to. He imagined his right arm becoming a blade; it growing in length and changing from flesh and bone to cold metal. He felt the change start, his arm beginning to transform.
Then the burning started.
It began at his fingertips and began to move up his arm. It felt like his arm was slowly exploding, bit by bit from the inside out. He was able to shut it off just as the pain reached his elbow. He opened his eyes and fell to his knees, sweating badly and breathing heavily.
Soul had been unable to transform since returning from the battle. He didn't know how or why, but he definitely didn't want anyone to know. He wasn't sure what would happen to him if they found out and he didn't want to. He found a way to keep it from everyone, but he wasn't proud of it.
Soul sighed and shakily stood. He walked to the teacher's desk and rummaged through the drawers. All the classrooms had at least one jar of it around somewhere. He sighed when he found it. A jar of gold dust labeled 'Chigin' was resting amongst papers. Chigin was something that was used for first years to force transformations until they could do it on their own. Exactly what he needed to do. Soul reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of plastic gloves and a plastic bag. He slipped on the gloves and began to scoop the Chigin into the bag. When it was full, he closed it, placed it carefully back into his pocket, pocketed the gloves and closed the drawer.
"Still taking Chigin, are we?"
Soul jumped and turned to see Death the Kid standing in the doorway. He was the only person who knew about Soul's inability to transform and that he was stealing Chigin to force the transformation. Soul turned away from him, he didn't want to here him gripe at him.
Kid sighed and walked up to him, "You can't keep this up Soul. You and I both know that. The teachers are getting suspicious. We can't hide this forever."
Kid placed a hand on his shoulder, which he immediately brushed off, making Kid sigh again.
"The dust is taking it's toll on you and you know it."
Soul knew Kid was right. He had lost at the very least thirty pounds since he started. He was considerably paler now, since that was somehow possible and his once bright red eyes were now more of a dull pink. He felt dizzy and sick almost constantly. Whether it was fortunate or not, everyone close to him was too busy to notice his unnerving change.
"...I could take it full time. That would-"
"No. Your body is under enough stress as it is."
Taking it full time, would mean taking it everyday instead of only when he needed to transform. Theoretically it would mean Soul wouldn't look as bad as he currently did, but there was a major risk of getting addicted to it. If he got addicted... Well, it wouldn't be pretty.
Soul and Kid had left the room and walked down the hall. Neither said anything; Soul didn't want to talk about what just happened and apparently niether did Kid. The young Reaper stopped the younger Weapon from turning the corner and looked him in the eyes, his gold ones staring into the others pink ones.
"Soul, please..."
Soul sighed, "Don't worry about me, I'm fine."
He shrugged of Kid's hand and keeps walking. Soul knew he would tell someone sooner or latter. But, for now anyway, he was staying quiet which meant he was on his own. He got himself into this and he had to fix it. And he had full intention to do it on his own.