Helloooo everyone! This is my first fic so be gentle. This is an OC story I've been pondering for a while now, so here's a prologue to get you started. Enjoy!

Disclamier: I do not and never will own Soul Eater

Summary: This is the tale of a two souls, partners, who climb to the top to become one of the most respected an well-known team in the DWMA's history.

With the sun laughing at no one in particular high in the sky, it was another normal day in Death City, well as far as normal goes. Although there was only one little thing that made today of all days stand out.

"GOD! WHY IS IT SO HOT TODAY?" shouted Soul frustratedly. He was literally sweating bullets as he collasped on the couch from his sudden outburst. "I….have no energy…to yell….not cool". Even with just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, the heat was unbearable.

"Makaaaa, how hot is it today?" called Soul exasperatedly from the couch

Maka shuffled over from the kitchen where she had buried her head in the sink full of water to the thermostat that hung from the wall. "It's uhh…", Maka's eyes widend a bit in shock as the temperature on the thermostat slowly began to rise steadily until it burst slightly, spilling mercury all over the floor.

"That's not a good sign" said Maka worriedly.

"Ugh, did the AC have to break the day we needed it most?" said Soul weakly.

"It can't be helped Soul" replied Maka "Anyways, I have to go return a couple books I borrowed from the library okay?"

As Maka began to walk to the door, an idea struck Soul harder than any Maka Chop ever could.

"Hey Maka…" called Soul from over the couch. Maka turned to face the couch

"Yeah?"

"You're going to the library right?"

Maka got slightly annoyed, "Yeah I am, weren't you pa-"

"There's air conditioning in the library right?"

"Y-Yeah but I don't-"

Before Maka could even finish, she was being dragged out the apartment by an AC-deprived Soul

At the library….

"Ahhhh, for once I'm actually glad to be inside a library" sighed a content Soul as he began to relax into one of the library chairs at a table

As the scythe boy began to close his eyes, he was awakened abruptly by a loud slam on the table, accompanied by a huge pile of books.

"What the hell?"

"If we're going to be here a while, I might as well do something to entertain myself" said Maka plainly

"You're going to read all of this?" asked Soul, but went unheard as his meister already had her faced buried in one of the books she gathered.

Sighing in defeat, Soul stood up to explore while Maka read to herself. While wandering about, he accidently bumped into a bookcase behind Maka, causing one of the books on the top shelf to fall and knock Maka squarely on the head.

Soul poked his head through one of the shelves of the bookcase behind Maka. "Hey, sorry about that, you alright?" His question however was met with a book to the face.

"Soul you idiot!". Maka bent down to pick up the book that had fallen on her. "You could've have damaged the book" said Maka as she sympathetically began petting the book.

Glancing at the title, she did a double take and her eyes widened as began to realize what she was holding.

"Where did you get this?" demanded Maka holding Soul up by the collar. Soul still woozy from the blow previously could only mutter 'wuhh' to Maka's question. "Snap out of it!" yelled Maka as she shook Soul. "Where'd you find this?" asked Maka again.

"I don't know, it just fell from up there". Maka released Soul and looked at the book again.

"What's so special about this book anyway?" asked Soul standing up next to her

"You don't know? This is the autobiography of Varro Marek and his demon weapon June Kento! They're one of the most famous meister-weapon pairs ever! They have their pictures and achievements hanging all over the DWMA. You never noticed?"

Soul shrugged indifferently.

"I need to read this". That said, Maka sped off back to the table to begin reading.

16 years ago….

It was a sunny day in Death City. The sun shone high in the sky, a creepy smile plastered across it's 'face'. It was the beginning of a new semester at the DWMA. A new semester meant new students, and new students meant new pretty girls. A young man with red hair and blue eyes smiled giddily to himself at the thought of having more girls to hit on this year.

"Spirit? What are you doing smiling over there hiding?"

"Shhhhhh Stein!" said Spirit with a serious yet goofy face "I'm checking out all the new freshies for this year". With that said, Spirit returned to his hiding place behind one of the archways of the DWMA's entrance.

"You mean you're looking for new girls to hit on right?"

Stein's comment fell on deaf ears as Spirit was too busy fixated on one girl in the courtyard who had particularly large breasts.

"Ahem!"

Spirit tensed at the sound of the voice, knowing all too well who it was.

"You better not be causing any trouble Spirit! Especially not on the first day of the new semester".

Spirit swallowed hard, "Oh you know me, Azusa! I would nev-"

Spirit stopped short at the sight of Azusa's glare. What made it more exceptionally scary was the fact that her eyes weren't visible due to the glare from her glasses.

"Don't worry Ms. President, we were just leaving. Come on Spirit" said Stien as he dragged away a motionless Spirit away.

Azusa huffed and walked away, probably to find someone else to scold.

30 minutes earlier…

"Oh no! I'm gunna be late!"

A student bound across the busy streets, leaping over cars, desperate to reach her destination. She stole a quick glance at her wristwatch, it read 7:30.

'Shoot! I only have 20 minutes left!' June mentally cursed to herself. 'At this rate, I'll be lucky if I can catch the orientation mid-session!'.

Hoping to reach the school faster, the young student began to cut through the adjacent alleyways within the city in an attempt to get there faster. Had she not been rushing to school, she would have noticed the three men she was on a straight collision course for, but unfortunately for her, she didn't. As the student crashed into the three men, she rose immediately.

"Crap! I'm so sorry! Are you guys-"

June stopped herself mid-speech and realized who the three men were. Recognizing the black trademark suits on each of the men, the horrid truth began to take shape. Her fears were soon confirmed as the biggest of the three men rose first, a scowl spread a across his face.

"Stupid brat, do you have a death wish?"

' Crap! Why today of all days did I have to run into the Axe gang?' The young student thought as fear spread across her face.

She stood planted on the spot until the man reached inside his jacket to pull out a weapon she was all too familiar with. Senses slowly returning to her, she took off into the nearby alleyways, hoping to lose them.

"Hey! Get back here! I'm not done with you!" June heard over her shoulder

'Why me?'

1 hour earlier…

Within the market district of the city, a father and son sat at a table enjoying breakfast. They lived inside a small and humble apartment complex. The paint on the walls was chipping off and the floorboards looked like they've seen better days but still, it was nice and humble home. The son, livelier of the two, took no time to enjoy his breakfast as he swallowed it whole and slightly gagged in his haste.

"Easy there, what's the rush?" asked the father as he chuckled at the sight of his son. The father was quite large, as the table seemed a little too small for him. His body was a testament to an occupation he once held long ago. His hair was black and shaggy and his eyes a dull blue (due to age), and a well trimmed beard covered the lower half of his face.

"Sorry Pop, but I can't help it" said Varro catching his breath

"It's alright to be nervous your first day" replied the father "Why, on my first day, I couldn't stop going to the bathroom every five minutes" laughed the father to himself as he reminisced.

"Pshh, what kind of guy do you take me for?" answered the son "I'm just anxious to become a great miester like you Pop".

"Well you won't accomplish much if you choke on your breakfast on your first day" called a voice from another room.

A woman in a sleeping gown appeared from one of the bedroom's doorways. She was quite beautiful despite being terminally ill.

"Hey ma!" called Varro with a smile.

"Sera, you shouldn't be up yet, not until your health returns" said the father.

"I'm fine Argo" the woman named Sera said "I just wanted to see my son off today on his first day of school".

"That reminds me" said Argo looking at the clock on the wall "You better get going kiddo, or you might be late".

"Right" nodded Varro. As he headed out the door, he heard his father call "Hey! On your way down could you do me a favor and put those sacks near the door into the truck? I'm taking those down to the shop later today"

Varro looked down near the door and sure enough, there were the sacks he heard his father mention. As he hoisted all of the sacks on his back, he groaned under the weight of the bags.

"Geez, what's inside these things? Bricks?"

He looked for where his father had parked the truck.

"Ugh, why did he have to park it all on the other end of the block?" complanied Varro as he began to waddle over to the truck.

As soon as he reached the truck, he took a breath. "Whew, finally" said the boy in relief. Just as soon as he was to settle down the load into the truck, he was knocked off balance by a running passerby and managed to let out a small "Gah!" before being engulfed by the heavy weight. Groaning in pain while poking his head out of the pile, Varro noticed a girl around his age running for what seemed to be her life before she was cut off by two men in two suits. Doubling back from where she came, an even bigger man in a black suit stood before her, blocking her path.

"Where do you think you're going little brat?" asked the bigger of the three as they slowed encircled her

The girl started to panic a little, looking in all directions until she met eyes with the boy. At that moment, the boy felt a ping go off within his body. He felt her fear at the situation and her anxiety to find a way to escape. It was almost as if her soul called out to his.

"Yo!" the biggest of the three thugs felt a finger tap on his shoulder."You want som-"the thug was cut off mid-sentence as his jaw caved in on itself from the heel kick delivered to his lower jaw, propelling him off the ground and onto his back.

"Boss!" one of the average sized thugs yelled out to his fallen comrade who now lay sprawled on the ground.

"Picking on helpless girls? What kind of tough guys are you?" jest the boy. One of the two thugs growled angrily "You'll pay for that ya little punk!" and both charged at the boy. Sidestepping the first thug, the boy jumped and dealt a round house kick to the back of the thug's head, putting him down. Once the other thug came close enough, he threw a wild punch, only for the boy to dodge easily and step into his guard. A couple well placed jabs and a knee to the stomach and the last thug was down.

"You guys aren't so tough" stated the boy triumphantly with a smirk, viewing his handiwork, as the three thugs, struggling to stand, each clutching their bruises.

The boss of the three stood up first. "Men! Let's pull back for now….we'll be back for the kid later". With that said, the thugs ran off into an adjacent alleyway and out of sight.

Varro puffed out his chest. "You better bring more guys next time!" called out Varro as he watched the thugs slip away. He then turned his attention to the girl he just helped out. She sat rooted to the ground in amazement.

"Hey, you alright?" asked the teen, offering a hand.

The girl snapped out of her trance and took the boy's offer.

"I don't think they'll be bothering you anymore" said Varro "What's your name by the way?"

The girl looked at the ground before muttering a 'thanks' and took off without another word

"Geez, what's her problem?" Varro thought before sighing to himself and resumed packing up the sacks he had dropped earlier and loading them into his father's truck.

'Ugh! That was so stupid of me! Stupid, stupid, stupid!' June scolded to herself. 'I don't need to get people wrapped up in my problems!' She skidded to a halt in front of a huge set of stairs that lead to a huge towering building above. "Whew, finally!" sighed the girl in relief. Once she climbed the front step and made it to the orientation room for new students, she could hear the chatter of the many students that had been waiting at the school already. As she walked in, she saw that many of them had already found partners and were conversing amongst themselves within the courtyard. A large podium stood out amongst the sea of students.

'Crap, this is exactly what I wanted to avoid. Being partner-less' thought the girl disappointedly. The girl didn't have much to time to think on what to do when a man with a buzz cut in a suit came to the podium with a black kid around my age with cornrows. "Attention students!

All eyes turned to the man standing on the podium and right away, the girl knew who this woman was.

"Good morning! My name is John Forza and I'd like to welcome you all as students to the DWMA. I'll be once of your many instructors this year as you strive to achieve your goal of collecting 100 souls to create a weapon for Lord Death. Now if you haven't already, you should begin to look for partners. In the meantime, standby to receive your schedules, these are not final however until you have obtained a partner".

John turned to his assistant, "Go ahead and hand those out Sid"

As Sid began to hand out schedules to everyone, June heard a voice behind her. "This looks fun, think they got good food here?" the girl jumped at the sound of the voice and turned to see the same boy who had helped her earlier.

"YOU!" exclaimed June, pointing a finger at the boy with shock written all over her face. "What are YOU doing here?"

"What's it look like? I go to school here" said the boy coolly with his hands in his pockets. "Ya know a simple 'thank you' would have sufficed back there earlier. Why'd you take off like that?"

The girl looked at ground for a moment "No reason….I was late" The boy looked at her disbelievingly. "Anyway, I have to go look for a partner" hoping to brush the boy off.

"You're looking for a miester aren't you?"

"How did u-?" June mentally slapped herself when she remebered she had been wearing the "Weapon" nametag that she received prior to the orientation.

"Well, look no further" as Varro gestured to his "Miester" nametag proudly.

June smiled weakly. Ah what the hell, he looks capable enough.

"You got a name 'miester'?"

The boy smirked "Yeah, name's Varro, Varro Marek". June took in his features. Beige colored cargo pants, red and white patterned sneakers, a close fitting white t-shirt and an open collared sleeveless black vest with the emblem of death on the back. He had yellow armbands on each hand. His skin was lightly tan, his eyes a piercing blue and his jet black hair; messy and short. His body had a lean build.

"And your name is…" trailed Varro. "My name is June, June Kento. Nice to meet you" smiled June as she held out her hand. Varro looked at her open hand and then to June. She looked small considering she was a couple inches shorter than him. She had a short bob of blonde hair that almost touched her shoulders; a few strands of hair hung in front her face. Her face was heart shaped. She had hazel eyes and white skin. She wore a loose, long sleeve shirt with black lines running down from the collar to the sleeves; the shirt had a slight v-shape and her sleeves covered half her hands with the acronym of "Death City" above her right breast. Blue jeans and brown shoes completed the outfit.

Varro grinned and took hold of her hand, "Nice to meet you too".

Well? How bout it? :)

Note that I will be switching back and forth through time periods since the book Maka is reading is the actual fanfiction being told. Which if you haven't noticed, takes place 16 years in the past

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