MERRY(late) CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! SO I got this awesome new laptop and because of that I'm going to be writing more~! As celebration of that, and because I just couldn't wait to finish Wendigo even though that fic has barely started, I bring you the very first chapter of my Soul Eater Next Generation story!
This takes place twenty-seven years after the series, Death the Kid is Lord Death in this, thus no symmetry OCD rants(Though his son sometimes rants about the importance of cleanliness.) and he's a lot more strict and REALLY stressed out. His children are the main characters. Also, I made up a last name for Blair. It's Maeveen. Please don't say it's not canon, because I know it's not.
Now... ON TO THE STORY!
Seth sat up in his bed slowly, yawning as he did so. He looked over at his blaring alarm clock, it said 6:42 on the blinking, red screen, but he had set it to be ten minutes fast. He took a thin, pale finger and pressed the sleep button on it, instantly silencing the obnoxious blaring. His eyes wandered up to the mirror above it, as was his morning routine ever since his sister had drawn a pink moustache and unibrow on his face, and he saw himself in the reflective glass.
He had a pale complection, and scars dotted his knuckles. His elf-like features, such as his pointed ears and small nose, were not very noticable compared to his bright red eyes. People said his eyes could stop traffic, with the glowing quality they had, but Seth honestly adored the abnormal color. He thought it made him stand out, which it certainly did, as well as his snow-white hair.
His hair used to be a dark, pitch black that sometimes appeared to be blue in the moonlight. Three white stripes, the Lines of Zanzu, as his father called them, lined up perfectly on the left side of his hair. Now one day, when he was going through the stuff in the bathroom cupboard like the curious little six-year-old he was, he came across some white hair dye.
He'd known that his father, the current Lord Death of the somewhat mad world they lived in, had also hated the Lines of Zanzu that lined up on his jet-black hair in a complete circle and had tried to dye his hair many times, failing because of the God's blood running through his veins. Seth wanted to see if he could dye his own hair, somehow knowing of the human blood his father never told him about that would let him succeed in this feat.
Seth got out of bed, putting on his clothes which consisted of a light gray shirt, white pants and a lab-coat that was originally white but had patches of darker shades of gray sewn on the sleeves and on some of the body.
He left his small, tidy room, passing by the cutlass swords that hung on the creamy white wall above the door, and walked over to the room across the hall, his sister Syra's room. He gently turned the golden knob, pushing the door open silently. He creeped over to the bed, cringing at the messiness of the room. Clothes were all over the floor, the knick-knacks on her dresser were in disarray and were very unorginized, unlike Seth's room which was always clean and neat.
He took a second to look over his twin, making sure nothing had happened to her over night. Her jet black hair was the same, yet messy from sleep. The Lines of Zanzu also danced around the right side of her head, like an incomplete crown. Her face was just like her brother's, round with elf-like, pointed ears and a small nose.
After checking over her, Seth shook her arm in an attempt to wake her. She opened her eyes groggily. They, too, were a bright crimson color, though more muted and tired. "Clean your room," Seth said to her rudely. "This mess is very annoying."
Syra groaned. "Shut up, I'll clean it later. Now go wake up Dad," she muttered. "I'll go make him some coffee."
"But it's your turn to wake up Dad! I'll make the coffee." Seth argued. Waking their father was a task in itself. He was a very heavy sleeper and there was no subtle or polite way to wake him. The real trouble was getting him out of bed, for he was very cranky in the mornings until he got his coffee and always slept with a jagged dagger underneath his pillow.
"Too bad," Syra retorted. "Dad can miss work then,"
"If he does, he'll have both our heads!"
"Then go wake him up."
Seth pouted, but reluctantly agreed. He left his sister's room, passing by one of the maids. "Good morning, Lady Elizabeta," he said to the woman.
Her hair was silver and her eyes were blue, like cold, running water. "Good morning, young Master." she replied in a soft voice.
Silver hair, blue eyes and soft voices, such characteristics were the norm for the spirits that served in the Shinigami Manor. You see, after Lord Death became Lord Death, the Netherworld where the spirits and gods roamed merged with the human world. Ghosts of the dead and the human forms of Gods and Gods' servants attended their father's school and were their classmates now.
Seth gave her a respectful nod and headed up the stairs to his father's room. He took a moment to stare at the wooden door that led to the Attic stairs. He wondered what possibly could be in there and why it was always locked.
One of the most strictly enforced rules of the Shinigami manor was to never, under any circumstances, go into the Attic or the Basement Laboratory.
Seth knew why they weren't allowed in the basement. It was dangerous with all the genetically engineered animals. Some of them were still radioactive.
Due to the major climate shift that happened when the spirit world melded with the human's world, the primordial animals that already inhabited the earth began to die out and had to be replaced.
The Lightning Bugs and Muskrats had been replaced with Nuclear Shock Bugs and Musket Rats, used for Animal Warfare. Some breeds of dogs had been replaced with Hell Hounds, though other breeds, such as Rottweilers and German Shepards, and, unfortunately, small breeds of dogs that bark a lot, survived in the now extreme conditions of North America and Western Europe, now called the "United Territories" after WWIII.
The domestic cats had been replaced by Fanile, also called Faynes. Yes, a lot had changed during the twenty-five years their father had taken over his own father's job.
Why they weren't allowed in the Attic, he'd never know. But he wanted to. Maybe he could bust the door down somehow...
No, Seth thought. Such thoughts are not allowed in this house. And with that thought, he turned to his father's room, took a deep breath, opened the exquisitely decorated-in-gold door and charged in.
The curtains were drawn and the lights were off, making the room extremely dark and hard to see in. Seth, who was a Grim Reaper, was accustomed to the dark lighting and easily found the light switch.
He flipped it on.
Lord Death didn't wake up.
Seth knew his father wouldn't awaken easily, but cutting the light on always proved useful when dragging him out of bed. He stalked over to his father's bed and shook him.
He didn't wake.
Seth shook him harder.
Still didn't wake up.
Seth shook him the hardest he could. "WAKE UP!" he yelled.
His father still didn't wake.
Seth groaned and decided to use his last-resort option. Poking him in the face.
"Get out," Lord Death said in his deep voice that somewhat reminded Seth of a growling wolf. His voice was being muffled by the pillow his face was smushed in.
"Get up." Seth replied, continuing to poke him.
"Do that one more time, boy, and I'll bite you're finger off." The man growled, turning his head to face his son.
Lord Death had greasy, black hair with completed Lines of Zanzu and pale skin. Unlike his children, who had elf-like features and red eyes, he had a square, toughened jaw and scars all over him. His eyes were a hard, mean-looking golden amber, his nose slightly crooked, his teeth razor-sharp.
Seth poked him again, not believing that his father would try to bite him, but was proven wrong when Lord Death snapped at him.
Seth drew his hand back quickly, partly because he was afraid Lord Death would really bite his hand off and mainly because his fingers were half an inch away from his fang-like teeth, which only added to his fear.
"Get. Out." Lord Death snarled.
"Dad, Syra's making coffee." Seth said. Lord Death raised an eyebrow.
"Alright, get out o' my room so I can get dressed. I'll be down in a minute." he said, sitting up in his bed. Seth left the room calmly, closing the door behind him.
He felt along the left wall, looking for the 'switch' he'd found when he was twelve, four years prior.
You see, one day when his father was on a mission with Patty, because Liz had left some time ago, Seth went wandering around the top floor. He wasn't allowed on the eigth floor then, so he thought with his Dad gone and carefree ol' Blair Maeveen 'babysitting' them, he'd have a chance to explore and maybe even find the key to the Attic, which he was sure their father had hid somewhere in the walls or something.
Anyway, Seth was feeling for any bumps or small little crevices big enough for a key. Then... he found it.
Half-way down the hall, he felt the switch and pressed it, making an indention in the wall. He waited a few seconds-this always filled him with anticipation and made him wonder if it was broken-before a large chunk of the wall fell away and opened up a dark hallway embedded into the wall.
Going through this path always made Seth felt like he had a secret of his own, something that not even his father knew about, like he was having some sort of an adventure! He had something all his own and he'd never share it with anyone else.
The hallway was thin, Seth was practically being squeezed by it and he barely fit through. Syra was thinner and would be able to squirm her way through easier, but unfortunately, he wasn't Syra.
Soon he had squirmed his way through the passage completely and came to a room made out of steel. The room was hexagon-shaped, large enough to hold three of Seth at most. In the middle stood a small green platform, large enough for one person.
He stood on the platform and was enveloped in a warm, green light. Soon after, he disappeared and reappeared into another room identical to the last one, only made of iron.
He squeezed his way through another thin hallway and came out into the livingroom, which was on the bottom floor and connected to the kitchen. He went into the kitchen and saw his sister trying to cook breakfast... again. He and his father wouldn't eat it. Last person who did ended up in the hospital.
Ah, what a strange family he had.