What Could Have Been

Summary - In the Death Weapon Meister Academy, weapons are seen as no more than tools. They are kept from their human form through a special type of magic called Transfer Block, or TB, trained never to speak or defy their meister's orders. Maka Albarn, the child of a weapon and a rebel meister, has only recently enrolled in the DWMA, and has been entrusted with one of the school's most faulty weapons, Soul Eater. Through long terms of trial and error, late night whispers, and quiet fantasies, Maka starts to understand the atrocities that Death has committed against the weapon population.

Chapter One - Prologue

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Transfer Block, better known as the abbreviation TB, was first created by one of the original Death Reapers, Asura. Some believe he proposed TB only as treatment for malfunctioning weapons, for fear of the weapon engulfing its meister's soul, but Death saw it as a way to keep all possibly rambunctious weapons under control. Vajra, Asura's weapon partner, strongly detested the method, calling it, "Inhumane toward any and all weapons, regardless of dysfunction."

Quiet, careful fingers brushed through old, worn pages, skipping past the introduction and to what had captured their owner's interest in the index.

TB acts as a barricade between any weapon's two forms. Once a weapon has been treated with TB, it is virtually impossible for said weapon to change back to its human form. Should the weapon try, it will experience Basic Obstruction Leading Transfer, or BOLT, a shot of displeasing electricity. In some cases, the weapon will develop a tolerance to BOLT, and thus gain the ability to shift to human form for short periods of time. However, this is extremely rare, only found in advanced Death Scythes.

"So that's how," whispered a voice, soft and curious. The fingers continued to leaf through the pages, then stopped as another paragraph caught their attention.

TB is applied through a series of separate injections. The weapon MUST be in its individual weapon form when treated, to ensure that it is suitable for a meister to use. The first injection, popularly referred to as Cease Prep, or CP, is applied to the weapon's upper arm when in human form. This is only after the weapon has shown signs of its opposite form as a child, or if there is an extremely strong possibility that they will soon after CP. The second injection, Soul Stabilizer (SS), is applied to the weapon's solar plexus precisely two weeks after CP. SS ensures that the weapon's soul wavelengths are stable enough to be synced with a meister. The third and final injection, TB itself, is applied to the weapon's handle (or the palm for glove type weapons) as soon as it shows the ability to perform a full transformation.

"Maka?" A voice prodded gently, just in time with a graying brunette head peering around the tall bookshelves. A young girl, sporting blonde pigtails and wide green eyes, jumped slightly, looking up. She sat at a table, a thick, opened book in front of her, its pages yellowed and moth bitten. "Oh, hi, Missus Jones," Maka gently closed the book, standing. "Sorry I've been here so long. I just wanted to do some research for tomorrow."

Missus Jones, a stout, middle aged woman, nodded in understanding. "It's no problem, sweetheart," she shuffled forward, taking the book from Maka's outstretched hands. "Are you nervous? The DWMA is such a big school. I'm sure it must be scary."

Maka laughed as she gathered her coat from the back of her chair. "Just a little," she agreed, throwing her arms through the sleeves and buttoning the front. "Don't worry about me, though. I should be fine, really. Mother took me with her one day, when she had a meeting with Death." An admiring sigh left the girl's lips, and she smiled in a way one could only describe as dreamily. "The inside is so beautiful."

The librarian hummed, a fond glint in her soft brown eyes. "I'm sure you'll fit in just fine, Maka," she paused, gathering a few other stray books from the table. "How is your mother, by the way? I haven't heard much from her since... you know."

Almost in a chain reaction, Maka's smile faded, then fell. A solemn look overcame her young face, and she played vaguely with the hems of her coat's sleeves. "I haven't either," admitted the girl, and Missus Jones immediately apologized quietly. Again, Maka smiled, though this time it was more tired than anything. "It's okay. She's busy, that's all. Maybe she'll send me a letter soon. Death said he'd tell her about my enrollment."

A worried frown overtook Missus Jones's round features, and she opened her mouth to say something else, but seemed to decide against it. Instead, she shook her head, and smiled back at Maka encouragingly. "I'm sure she will, sweetheart." From somewhere else in the library, the deep chimes of a grandfather clock sang ten in the evening, and Missus Jones tossed up her free hand in surprise. "Oh! Come now, you should be getting home. You've got an early day tomorrow."

Hurriedly, she shooed Maka out from between the bookshelves, and soon after out the door. Maka laughed the whole way, assuring the librarian that she was fine, she still had plenty of time to get home. "Go on now, get," Missus Jones waved at the girl as she left down the street, chuckling herself. "I want to hear all about it when you get back!"

Eventually, Maka turned the corner and was out of sight. Slowly, Missus Jones's hand fell back to her side, and a tired sigh left her lips. "Oh, Kami," she whispered, shaking her head, "What have you and Spirit gotten yourselves into?"

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i shouldn't even be doing this atm, especially with GOL also in progress, but my grad is on the 23rd and i'm in a super good mood 'cause i get to see FOB live on Thursday and then go to Darien Lake on the 25th

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