Soul Eater

The Gorgon Twins

SakuraSamuraiGirl

Soul Eater belongs to Atsushi Okubo

This story is based from the anime ending of Soul Eater. NOT the manga. Bits and pieces of the original manga of Soul Eater and Soul Eater NOT will be used.

Chapter One: No Back Support

Maka has her back towards Medusa. The witch grins wickedly. The Soul Meister was distracted at the perfect moment and she will be rid of the pesky girl so determined to place herself between her and her experimental child, Chrona. Chrona sees all this from a far. Not even thinking Chrona moves and shields the girl. Medusa's arrow pierces Chrona's body. Ragnarok does his best but the powerful witch penetrates through his black shield under the skin. Chrona feels the blood draining out. Something heavy drops out the Black Blood user's back. Black blood pools around Chrona's feet. The pain is weakening bring Chrona down.

"Ragna…rok?"

"Chrona…." Ragnarok croaks from under the rising pool. Chrona's searches through the dark pool of blood desperately to find Ragnarok.

"Chrona…" Ragnarok's calls were becoming faint.

"Ragnarok! Ragnarok! Ragnarok!"

The black blood wraps around Chrona's body. Chrona gasps and struggles to stay on top.

"Ragnarok…Ragnarok…."

"RAGNAROK!"

Chrona bolts upright screaming Ragnarok's name. Lungs quiver from within the chest. Blue wide eyes dart around the room. Struggling against the sheets, Chrona's arms get free and scratch at the now vacant back. Chrona's back had a fading scar. Chrona starts sobbing when the door opens.

"Chrona?" Marie peeks inside.

Seeing Chrona sobbing uncontrollably, Marie was instantly by Chrona's side and wraps her arms around the weeping miester. She rocks Chrona, pulling the long seeking arms away from the scarred back.

"There, there. There, there."

It had been six months since Medusa's death and the defeat of the Kishin. It had been six months since Chrona lost her weapon Ragnarok. The insulting, bullying living black blood that had been physically a part of Chrona spilled out.

Six months earlier, about two weeks after defeat the of the Kishin, Chrona had woken up alone feeling unbearably empty. Maka was at Chrona's bedside. The girl was grateful that Chrona was alive. But Ragnarok didn't appear when Maka hugged Chrona. No insults. No attempts to push her away or flip her skirt up. Nothing. Chrona called for Ragnarok and didn't get a response. Chrona asked what happened to Ragnarok. Maka had to tell her fellow miester that her weapon was gone. Maka confirmed Chrona being weaponless for she didn't sense the mean-spirited soul of Ragnarok.

Chrona screamed and screamed and screamed.

Chrona still screams and cries over Ragnarok.

Chrona felt unsafe without Ragnarok. Without the weapon, Chrona couldn't control the black blood that stilled flowed through the veins. Chrona clung to Maka more than ever and the Soul Miester-Weapon did everything she could for the struggling owner of the black blood.

Chrona dependence on Maka was needed greatly as over time Chrona was going through some physical changes.

It started with Death the Kid noticing that the once tall and willowy Chrona had lost a few inches in height. As the weeks went by, Chrona's shoulders began to round off at the edges. The waist thinned and the hips flared. The biggest change of all happened on one night with Chrona woke up screaming again. Chrona was sleeping over at Maka and Soul's shared apartment. The two roommates were awoken by Chrona's piercing screams. Maka was the first to reach Chrona who was in her bedroom.

"It won't stop! It won't stop coming out! Make the bleeding stop!"

At first, Maka searched Chrona for any cuts. Chrona had a tendency to bleed profusely of black blood from the tiniest of cuts due to the lack of control of the blood. Maka unzipped the sleeping bag to search Chrona's lower half. That was when she saw the origin and finally solved the mystery of Chrona's gender.

Chrona was a girl!

Maka called Marie. Marie was over immediately and helped Maka with the horrified Chrona. They took the newly discovered girl to Stein's laboratory. Stein was very willing to explore this incredible discovery. Several theories were made by the semi-mad genius but not even he was absolutely sure. But, he was sure one thing. Ragnarok, the loss of the weapon, was possibly why Chrona had changed so dramatically.

Chrona now had a new stressor in her new life. Chrona was a girl and had to learn how to deal with being one. Something she knew absolutely next to nothing about!

Chrona never identified herself as a person. She was her mother's child. Her mother's experiment. A piece of a puzzle to Medusa's crazy scheme to create madness. Medusa never showed love or appreciation to her own flesh and blood. All she knew was to kill and to become a Kishin. Now that she was labeled as a girl. A human girl. Not a monstrous Kishin-to-be. Chrona felt even more vulnerable and lost. It was overwhelming with all the new sensations and emotions. The emotional turmoil wreaked havoc on her blood. The largest known trigger happened between classes. Maka had left Chrona on her own for a brief moment and Chrona was approached by a male student. Boys were slowly warming up to Chrona's body changes. Chrona was curvy now, just like her mother, perhaps even more so (her aunt was the attractive elder sister, Arachne Gorgon). Plus, Chrona's vulnerable and shy personality seemed to awaken a need to protect her from most male students. Unfortunately, one male student saw Chrona as an easy target. He tried to put his moves on her but Chrona didn't understand his intentions and sudden attention! She tried to flee but was roughly grabbed. Chrona panicked. Her black blood reacted and burst from her body. Chrona unintentionally created Bloody Needles. The attack destroyed the hallway. Several students were pierced and cut. It was pure luck that no students were killed. The male student that hit on Chrona got the brunt of it yet he survived.

Chrona hid herself from the school in Stein's laboratory. No matter how much Marie and Maka pleaded with her to go back to school. Chrona refused.

Chrona didn't know to how deal with herself. She didn't understand her new body! Ragnarok was always the one to keep her head and body straight. Ragnarok was always the one who shielded her from harm. Though he had beaten her up on occasion, it was for the sake of their survival to get through Medusa's abuse. It had kept her alive up until that point when Medusa herself nearly killed her. It was Ragnarok's last save that cost him his life.

It was her fault that Ragnarok was gone. Her fault that she was alone.

In a small town there was church. The church bells ring the late hour of the night. The church wasn't too big or too small. It was open to those seeking help or wanting to be a part of the church. It was known to pick up as one would call strays and drifters in need.

Six months ago, a boy was found naked right at the foot of the church's steps. The boy was brought in immediately and tended to. The boy woke up a few weeks later with no memory of his past. Not even a name. He was taken into the church and would quietly wander about until he was completely healed. The boy was put to gentle labor. Lighting candles, welcoming patrons and cleaning here and there. He didn't speak to anyone, unless spoken to.

Weeks turn into months and the boy, called Cain began to become restless. More and more each day, he began acting out. The jobs that he used to do began to fall at the waist-side. He snapped at the sisters and on several occasions cursed out patrons. The sisters complain to the father to speak with the boy.

The father pulled Cain to the side and asked what was wrong. It took some coaxing, but finally Cain had enough of the father's prying and went on a tantrum about the nightmares he had been having for the past three months. He had dreamed of himself sinking in some dark ooze. He tried to climb out of it, but the ooze was alive and crawled over him, pulling him deeper until he sunk in. The nightmares begin to increase and become more detailed every time. Snakes began appearing and he hears a woman's chant, "Snake…snake…cobra…cobra…" The father was greatly disturbed by Cain's dreams.

Cain was sitting in the sanctuary alone staring at the stain glass. Cain had always stared at the stain glass since he had been taken in. Cain was drawn by them for the setting of the sanctuary felt familiar to him. A sister approaches Cain and requests his assistance. Cain refuses and tries to leave the sanctuary. He goes to the double doors and grips the door handle. He pauses.

"That door there...It opens to the inside, right…?"

That voice. Who is that? The voice was haunted and low. He knew that voice…who had that voice?

"You need to have a complete grasp of your surroundings."

"Cain? Where are you going?!"

"SHUT UP!" Caino screams.

"How dare you…"

"SHUT UP YOU, BITCH! I'M TRYING TO HEAR THE VOICE!"

"That door there opens to the inside."

Cain grabs the door's handle with two hands. He opens the door. The door opened out.

"…..wrong. This is wrong!"

"The door opens in…"

"The door opens in…" Cain repeats. "The door opens in…the door opens in." SLAM! "The door opens in!" SLAM. "The door opens in…the door opens in…the door opens in…it opens in, it opens in, it opens in, it opens in! Itopensinitopensinitopeninitopensinitopensin!"

Cain repeats these words like a demonic mantra as he continues ripping the door open and slamming it closes. The sister becomes frightened and flees to find help. Cain was still raving at the door when the father confronts him. He orders Cain to stop but his voice doesn't carry over Cain's howling. The father tries to use force to pry Caino away from the door. Despite Cain's lean frame he was remarkably strong!

It was the father's turn to leave Cain and go for more help. He was able to round up some men to pull Cain away from the door. It took two men on each hand to uncurl each finger from the handle. Six men and the father work hard bodily removed Cain. When he is released from the door, Cain went mad! He kicks and screams; spits and curses. Cain manages to shake his arm free and he throws a punch, hitting the father and breaking his nose. Furious, a man punches across Cain's face. The punch must have been a shock to him for he stops struggling and was still. His blue eyes were wide. The man who punched him stares at Cain. He had punched Cain hitting him along his nose. A dark fluid trickles out of it. His first thought that it was blood. But, it was far too dark to be blood!

"Is that blood?"

"It can't be!"

Cain's face…hurt. It hurt. Cain reaches up to his nose and holds it. He winces. Pulling his hand away he looks at hand. A black smudge was there. He reaches to nose again and sees more of the black fluid on his hand. Slowly, he brings his hand up to lips, sticks his tongue out and licks his hand tentatively.

"Blood…it's my blood…" Cain gasps.

"…My blood is black," agrees the voice in his head.

"…heh…heh heh…heh, heh, heh, heh…AHA HA HA HA HAAAAA~!"

Cain laughs with glee. He leans back backwards, laughing at the ceiling, his hands touching the ground. The men around back away from child laughing like a lunatic.

"He's mad!"

"His blood, he admits that it's his blood!"

"That blood is black as Satan's sin!"

Cain abruptly stops laughing. He manages to pull himself up from his awkward backwards arch, throwing himself forward, he now hunches his back and his eyes were glued to the floor.

"Hey guys…that's a great prank! You changed the doors! Ha ha ha! You got the doors to go out instead of in, right? The doors are suppose go in…not out! You tricked me! Ha ha ha, you funny guys!"

The black blood drops onto to the floor. Cain stares at his blood.

"My blood…my blood…"

"My blood is black."

There's that voice again! Who is that?

"Who are you?" Cain growls.

Cain blinks and the blood appears to be spreading around his feet. Cain's eye widen in panic as blood grows into a puddle around his feet. The blood rises from the puddle and crawl of his leg. Just like his nightmares!

"What's wrong?" asks another voice in his head.

Cain's heart beats in a rush. That voice. He didn't like that voice. Where did the other voice go?

"Nake, snake, cobra, cobra..."

"Go away! Go away!"

"Nake, snake, cobra, cobra!"

"Get away from meeeeeeee-!" Cain grips his hair.

"It's you two…"

Who?

"It's you two who embody the ultimate weapon and meister."

"You two? Who's the two? There's only me! Just me and my black blood…who's the weapon? Who's the meister? Which one's me? Am I the weapon? Am I the meister!? I don't know…it's just me and my black blood…two? Two?! Who's the two?"

"My blood is back."

"…Is it you?" Cain asks almost innocently.

"You will become a Kishin!"

"Who? Who will be a Kishin?!"

"Chrona…"

"Ch…Chrona?...Chrona?"

"Hee hee hee, I am a Kishin!"

"It's you?...It's you, Chrona?"

From the pool of blood a hand whips out and grasps above the surface. Another hand pulls itself up. That hands strain and a body is pulled out the liquid darkness. Cain was staring at mirror image of himself. The same light lavender short hair with the ends uneven. It had eyes just like his, pale and blue with dark bags under them. His own eyes look up at him with an unfocused, glassy-eyed expression. His other self was wearing a dark gown with a white collar clamped around his neck.

"Isn't that right, Ragnarok?"

Cain blinks.

"…Scream…Resonance…"

Cain's eye twitches and he slowly grins. His grin cuts his face in half. He bares all his teeth even revealing his pink gums. Cain straightens his body up, still grinning from ear to ear.

"Heh heh heh….PIIIIIGIEEEEEYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

"Good morning, Maka." Greets the weapon, Tsubaki.

"Good morning, Tsubaki." Maka smiles lightly.

Soul and Black*Star knock their wrists together in a cool, manly greeting.

"Is everything okay, Maka?" Tsubaki loses her smile. "Is it, Chrona?"

Maka sighs and nods, "I don't know what I can do for her. She seems so lost."

"Give her time, Maka. That's all you can do," Soul shrugs.

"Yes, that's all we can do for her." Death the Kid joins them, along with Liz and Patty. "It has been six months since she's lost her weapon, Ragnarok. Yes, he wasn't the most pleasant being, but they had been through hell together, being under Medusa and all."

"That is the only good thing Ragnarok was. He was better company than Medusa! At least he kept her alive…until the end." Maka bows her head.

The mood is somber amongst the meisters and weapons. All had grown attached to Chrona and Ragnarok. Chrona was a strange, socially awkward person. She hid herself from others and when she was unable to deal with something she rushed to Mr. Corner. Ragnarok always bullied her. Punching her head, giving her noogies and threatening her to grow a spine and face her fears. He was rude to others, especially to Maka. He hated Maka, hated that she became Chrona's friend. But, slowly, he had opened up to them. He hated Maka, but would do her a favor…for a jellybean or more. Tsubaki was patient with Ragnarok and it seemed that no matter what he said to her she would bear it with a smile. He stopped insulting Tsubaki quickly when she offered him her cooking, which he enjoyed. Patty had found both Ragnarok and Chrona amusing. She and her big sister had a good time finding Chrona something to wear for a party thrown by Kidd.

"Well…er…anyway," Liz clears her throat, "It looks like we're all going to same place. To see Lord Death, wonder what he wants."

"Possibly some special missions," Kidd offers.

"Yeah, but all of us at the same time…" asks Soul.

"I bet is a really BIG mission! Don't know why you called you guys! I'm a big enough man to handle this mission!"

"W-well, you're probably right about it being a big mission or two," Tsubaki agrees, "But, it could be very dangerous and may require us to work as a team."

Maka temporarily puts her concerns of Chrona behind her. Her fellow meisters and weapons' speculations of why Lord Death called them all at the same time meant that the mission was certainly something serious and very dangerous.

They enter the blue skies and white puffy cloud atmosphere of Lord Death's office. The headmaster of the DWMA, wrapped in his dark cloak and silly white skull-motif mask bounces happily seeing his top students arrive. A large white, blocky hand snaps away from his skinny body and waves.

"What's up~!" he greets cheerfully.

"Good morning, Lord Death."

"Hmmmm," his mask tightens pensively.

The students were quiet, awaiting Lord Death's orders.

"This mission is very important," he cuts to the chase. "A church had taken in a young man. This young man had been found at their doorstep completely naked and without memory."

Patty giggles, hearing the word naked.

"The young man had been with the church for six months, but yesterday, something terrible had happen! The boy snapped out of the blue and attacked the members of the church. According to the report, the boy is a weapon that lost control of himself."

"An out-of-control weapon? Nothing out of the ordinary," Kidd narrows his eyes. "It does happen from time to time of a weapon just entering puberty…"

Patty snorts. Kidd sighs and continues, "…would discover that he or she is a weapon and is unable to control themselves. Is the situation that bad that it requires all of us to handle a single weapon?"

"Indeed it does. Further into the report and various witnesses' statements from the survivors were mentions of some things about the weapon that all of you are very familiar with. Especially, Maka and Soul and Kidd, Patty and Liz. You have fought this weapon before. The weapon was struck during a struggle. His nose began bleeding."

Maka shivers. Soul tenses as he feels his scar begin to itch.

"His blood bled black."