Author's Note: Here's yet another Soul Eater fanfiction produced by me, but this time, I'm doing it solo, not with my boyfriend. I wanna be able to write freely, lol. Plus, I thought this would be a cute story. Only the introduction will be in third person; the rest I will do in first person, mostly in Maka's perspective, but it may switch at points to different characters. so yea, enjoy the first chapter!
Introduction Time!
How Crazy Will This Fanfiction End?
A young girl wearing a school girl outfit and a black robe and a tan-skinned male with silver hair stood in the middle of an abandoned street in Paris, France. The guy looked up at the smirking moon with his crimson red eyes.
"Maka, you sure that he'll be here tonight?" he asked the girl.
"Positive," she said, "I've done a bit of research on his attacks and I'm sure the pattern will lead him right here."
The guy looked at the girl and gave her a toothy grin. "You and books, Maka. Well, alright. Better get ready."
The ash blonde girl held out her hand as the albino took it, transforming into a badass, red-and-black scythe that almost had the resemblance of a bird. If that bird was super skinny without wings and was really big with an awesome-looking beak. The meister spun him around a few time before striking a cool pose and getting a good grip on him.
"I sense him." she said after a few seconds.
"Right." the scythe spoke in an altered voice.
Just then, a man with the upper body resembling a really buff tiger busted from around the corner, coming right at Maka and her demon weapon. Luckily, it had on ripped up jeans on his lower human half at least. The pre-Kishin growled as it charged at the meister. She gripped her scythe tighter and charged right back, yelling. The two opposing forces slashed at each other causing them to slide away from their opponent.
"Seems like this one is a tough one, but not for long." Maka said, "Ready, Soul?"
"Yep."
The weapon and meister started to glow as the two yelled, "Soul Resonance!"
The scythe grew into a wicked blade similar to a big ass, glowing axe with an eye as the girl ran at the monster.
"Witch Hunter!" she yelled, slicing him in two and making his body disappear.
All that was left of the tiger pre-Kishin was a corrupted red soul which Soul happily ate as soon as he turned back to his human form.
Clapping his hand together, he muttered, "Thanks for the good food."
"That's our seventy-eighth soul!" the girl happily said, grinning at her weapon, "We're almost back to ninety-nine!"
"And then, all that's left is that witch soul." Soul turned and grinned at her.
"I'll go tell Shinigami-sama how the mission went." she said, running over to a pawnshop's window. After fogging the glass up, she wrote "42-42-564" while chanting, "Forty-two, forty-two, five, sixty-four, whenever you wanna knock on Death's door."
The mirror rung and soon an image of a black figure with a silly skull mask appeared with a red-haired man in a suit with a cross tie beside him.
"Hello, hello, hello! Heya! How ya doing?" the black figured said, bouncing around, "Maka! How was the Paris mission?"
"It went great, Shinigami-sama!" Maka smiled.
"Maka!" the red-head cried, trying to stretch himself into the opposite line, "You're okay! Of course, you are; you're just like your mom! I love you, my Maka!"
The meister frowned and said, "I hate you."
The weirdo went into his little imaginary emo corner to cry.
"Ahem." Shinigami-sama said, wanting to finish up the conversation, "It's good to hear you finish the job! How many souls are you at again?"
"Seventy-eighth." Soul announced himself, "Just twenty-one more and the witch's soul and I'll finally be the coolest Death Scythe ever!"
The death god nodded, "Yep! Yep! Of course! Well, come back home and get some rest, you two!"
"Alright!" the team said as the line disconnected.
"Black Star said he wanted the whole gang to hang out at his place when we got back." the demon scythe said to the flat-chested girl.
"Alright, I hope it's not to play basketball again…"
"If he wants to play, then I'll be captain, Maka. Don't worry."
"Alright then…"