A/N: Hi! K8 Dunn here! This is going to be my first continual fanfic because *WARNING! Epic fangirl spasm ahead!*THEY ADDED HIRO AS A CHARACTER IN THE SOUL EATER CHARACTER SELECTON BAR! HELL YEAH! So, I bring to you…Holding Out For a Hero! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!

Chapter One

Zoey DeClour

~8~

Zoey DeClour stared at Death City, which was several miles away from her current destination. Her long journey would be over as she approached the oddly designed metropolis. Zoey smiled. Everything was placed just as she had remembered.

The circular city held all of the civilians' houses in a neat array, and the markets were easily notable. But Zoey didn't really care about those things. What Zoey needed to get to was the building fixed in the center of the city.

Zoey chuckled as she recalled the oddly symmetrical building with various spikes sticking out of the comical skulls and strange black spheres that seemed to magically float above the tallest towers.

The wind of the Nevada desert blew Zoey's long, straight pink hair fancifully. Zoey began to giggle. She probably looked like a pink unicorn or something. Zoey's stony grey eyes never lost their sparkle as she continued to gaze at the familiar city. She had never even visited before in her life, and knew of the perils that lay in the city.

But that was because Zoey wasn't from around here.

She wasn't even from this world.

No, Zoey wasn't an alien from a planet in distant space, she just was from a different dimension. She rubbed the tender spot on her head carefully as she tried again to remember how she had gotten here, in this place, in this dimension, in this body.

Before Zoey appeared here, she was nothing more than a simple girl. Short, straight brown locks, hazel eyes, and fair skin. She had a family and friends. And then one morning, she wakes up face down on a dusty plain. Zoey had woken up in this strange new body, and a mirror beside her. When she had looked into the mirror, her short, brown hair had been replaced with shoulder-blade length, straight pink hair. Her creamy hazel eyes were gone, youthful, yet spunky grey ones replacing them.

Her clothes, however, had not changed. Her pajama bottoms were still there and so was her rather revealing cream tank top. She was still horribly embarrassed, as this new body was far more developed than her previous one. Her old body had been average, small curves, plain legs, pretty much plain everything. But this body had extreme curves, lengthy legs, and larger…well…you know…Zoey wasn't used to it.

Fortunately for her, this new body had lots of stamina and strength, something her old body never had. Zoey had walked all morning, wanting to get to the city before a heat wave started up. She stared at Death City with admiration.

Back in her old world, Zoey was a huge fan of Soul Eater. She and her friends had studied it intently and wrote fanfiction all the time on the subject. Hiro had been, and still was her favorite character. He was her dream. That, naturally, had not changed since her arrival.

As she walked toward the city, Zoey contemplated what she would do upon her arrival in the city limits. She knew she would have to report to Shinigami-sama and ask for his help. But she was in her pajamas! What would she do if she walked past a character she knew! What if she walked past Hiro? The thought of it made her feel extremely tipsy.

Back in her old world, Zoey was known for being an obsessive fangirl over Hiro. She had wished and wished and wished to meet Hiro. Now, the circumstances were fit just perfectly for it, and Zoey's mind had yet to catch up.

A strong breeze shook Zoey out of her daydream. Zoey could now see the city clearly.

'You have now reached Death City limits'

~8~

Zoey nervously walked up the steps to Shibusen. She crossed her arms in front of her chest self consciously.

Zoey hated it when people stared at her, males especially. And right now she was getting WAY more male attention than she had ever received in her life.

By the time Zoey had reached the top of the steps, she had given death glares to at least eleven boys. She sighed irritably and shook off the recent memory.

The plaza that led to Shibusen was crowded with chattering students. Zoey looked into the crowd and didn't recognize anyone from the show.

She continued to trudge on, her bare feet thudding on the stone clearing. Zoey anxiously stared at the spikes above her and prayed to Shinigami-sama that Black Star wouldn't be there for a pep talk.

If he was there, she just might snap. Zoey wasn't ready to meet him yet, as she thought that he could be a bit annoying. Her patience was running low, and she wasn't in the mood to take Black Star's ego.

Her pace kicked up and she scurried inside.

~8~

If the circumstances were different, Zoey would have strolled around the school for a moment and taken in the scenery. But all she wanted to do right now was get to Shinigami-sama so he could help her sort this mess out. She was tired, she was hungry, and she wanted a change of clothes as soon as possible.

Even though Zoey knew a great deal about Shibusen, she had never seen how to get to the Death Room. She didn't want to just wander aimlessly, she needed to get there as quickly as she could.

She started to look around for a teacher. But among the mass of students, it was going to be much harder than expected.

"Whoa, whoa!" Zoey cried as she bumped into someone. Whoever it was went down with her as she fell on her rear. She rubbed her eyes and glanced at the person she had bumped into. The person (who was a woman) had shoulder length blonde hair and an eye patch with an odd lightning bolt design on it. Zoey immediately recognized the woman as Marie Mjolnir.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you!" Marie said in Japanese, standing up. She offered her hand to Zoey with an apologetic smile on her face. Zoey grabbed her hand and Marie hoisted her up.

"It's quite alright. It was kinda my fault anyway," Zoey replied, switching from French to Japanese. Japanese was the only other language Zoey knew other than French and English. Marie laughed.

"Okay, whatever. What's your name?" Marie asked.

"My name is Zoey DeClour. However, I'm not a student of Shibusen, Marie-sensei." Zoey said. Marie seemed shocked for a moment, but gained her composure.

"How did you know my name?" she asked. Zoey's cheeks felt warm as she remembered that this wasn't Soul Eater to them. This was reality to them, and in reality if you've never met someone before, it's not normal to know their name without them telling you. Zoey leaned in and whispered to Marie,

"This is a matter of urgent importance. I need to see Shinigami-sama right away,"

Marie got a serious look on her face.

"Alright. I'll take you there Ms. DeClour," Marie stated, grabbing Zoey's hand. Zoey grimaced as she remembered that Marie was horrible with directions. It would be hours before she got to see Shinigami-sama. She stopped walking, and Marie was jerked back.

"Look Marie-sensei. I'm not trying to scare you, but I already know you aren't good with directions. I need you to find Stein-sensei or Sid-sensei," she whispered. Marie paled a bit. Her voice shook as she spoke.

"O-Okay. I think I see Dr. Stein over there," she stammered. She dragged Zoey over to a stitched up office chair. A man with grey hair and hazel-green eyes sat in the chair backwards, leaning on the chair. He glanced up at the two females through his glasses with a bit of interest flickering in them.

"Hello Marie," he greeted. Marie smiled and said a bit robotically,

"Hi Stein. This is Zoey DeClour," Zoey waved sheepishly. "She needs to see Shinigami-sama. Could you escort her to the Death Room?"

Stein smiled a bit.

"Yes Marie, thank you. Come with me Ms. DeClour," Marie released her grip on Zoey's hand and waved goodbye. Stein looked up at the quiet girl.

"May I ask why you are wearing pajamas on a school day?" he asked. Her cheeks reddened drastically. She crossed her arms over her chest quickly.

"I'm not a student here," she said defiantly. The doctor chuckled darkly. Zoey squirmed under his gaze, recalling that he saw everyone as an experiment, and she would be no different.

"Shall we go to the Death Room?" he asked. She nodded her head rapidly. Stein pushed his feet off the floor and he began to roll away on his office chair, Zoey following suit.

~8~

Several times throughout the journey to the Death Room, Stein stared back at the completely silent girl.

Zoey stared at him strangely, knowing he was most likely looking at her soul. She herself wondered what her soul looked like, but knowing she probably wasn't either a meister or a weapon, she'd never know.

Stein's chair rolled to a stop.

"This is it Ms. DeClour," he said. He knocked on the door.

"Shinigami-sama. This is Dr. Stein, I have someone to see you," Stein called. Zoey shifted from foot to foot, hoping he would answer. Sure enough, after a few moments, a jolly voice from the other side of the door called out,

"Come in, come in!~" Zoey smiled warmly and thanked Dr. Stein as he held the door open for her, where Shinigami-sama would help her with all the confusion that was flooding her mind.

A/N: And that's where I leave it for now. 'Till next time children!

P.S.: Review!~ :3