Hey guys! I'm back but not with the next installment in my avatar fic. no sadly, my sayuri muse has been extremely sick so i haven't been able to see her and i get writer's block like no other so I started a new story to help me with my writer's block. this is based off the soul eater anime but its set twenty years after the defeat of Keshin Asura, so its a next generation fic. also there;s a picture of my main character, Alessa, on my deviantart account. if you're interested in seeing it the account is Kasumi2011. Now that that's been said, I don't own soul eater or any of the characters in the anime. Enjoy this chapter and please review. sorry its so short.

It was a warm spring day in New York City. There was a cool breeze floating through the city, carried on it was the strong scent of rain. Alessa turned her emerald colored gaze to the southeast as gray and back storm clouds began to appear on the horizon. The very sight of such clouds was enough to depress the sixteen-year-old girl. School had literally just let out for the day and the last thing that Alessa needed was to be caught in a thunderstorm as she walked home from school.

'This is so uncool,' Alessa thought to herself. 'I wonder if mom can pick me up today.'

Alessa set her black backpack on the ground and started digging in it for her cellphone. As she was rummaging through her school books, Alessa felt someone tugging on a piece of her unusually colored, snowy white hair. It was Alessa's ever-so-hyper best friend, Danika Summers. With porcelin white skin and mesmorizing blue eyes, Danika was one of the most sought after girls in the school. How she and Alessa became friends was a mystery in itself.

"Alessa, what are you doing later today?" Danika asked.

"Studying for finals-something that you should do too, Dani." Alessa commented as she went back to looking for her phone.

"Sounds boring,"

"Well then, what do you think I should do?"

"Come on a double date with me!" Danika practically screamed."I know the perfect guy for you!"

Alessa began to laugh uncontrollably, almost as if she'd gone insane. Danika puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms as if she was mad at someone. As the insane laughter began to wind down, the girls heard a melody. It was dark, foreboding, and beautiful. Alessa couldn't help but wonder what kind of instrument could produce such a sublime sound. Alessa and Danika wandered back into the halls of the school, chasing after the fleating notes of the dark song.

Eventually, the halls of the school wound down to the abandoned music room- the room that used to be used by the school's orchestra until the program was cut. This room was meant to be locked up tight but, somehow, a young man had gotten access to the room and was now playing the a cello. From what Alessa could see, he had dusty-blonde hair, and pale skin. The boy wore a black dress coat, and a white collared shirt. This boy looked like he belonged at a formal party, or a movie premire- anywhere except the confines of a dusty, old music room.

"He's kinda cute, " Danika whispered to Alessa, her piercing blue gaze never shifting away from the young cellist.

Alessa, however, never heard the whisper. She was lost in a trance at the very sight of this young musician. She was almost certain she'd seen him before. Unfortunately, Alessa had no idea where. Was it in a dream? No, that was just plain crazy. Maybe he was a classmate of her's and she'd seen him in the halls? That could be possible.

As Alessa pondered the subject of where she'd seen this boy, the boy's song had started to change from a slow, calm, peaceful tempo to a sporadic, fitfull, hellish tempo. Alessa jumped once the shrill sounds found their way to her ears. This new song was definintely different from the first song. It seemed like it was filled with anger, sadness, and other emotions. The song abruptly ended and the boy turned toward the door and Alessa could now see his eyes clearly.

The boy had unearthly yellow eyes that seemed to be two different shades. The very look of them made both Danika and Alessa feel like they were being sucked into a black hole. The boy ran a hand through his dishwater-colored hair and sighed. He mumbled something inaudiable to the girls and began to pack up his instrument. As the boy latched the locks on his cello case, Danika bumped into Alessa; sending her crashing through the doors and onto the floor.

The boy looked in Alessa's direction and, by the way he acted when he saw her, Alessa thought he'd seen a ghost. His skin turned even more paler than what Alessa thought was humanly possible. Danika pulled Alessa from the floor and the two girls ran as far away from the yellow-eyed boy as they could.

"I think I'm gonna head home now, Dani," Alessa spoke up after a minute or two of running away from the school.

"Yeah, I think I'll do the same thing," Danika panted, "I'll see you tomorrow."

The girls split up and Alessa was about two bocks from home. Night was beginning to take hold over the day as the sky became a dark inky color. The storm from earlier was about to begin. Maybe it would knock out the power and Alessa wouldn't have to go to school and see that boy. Then again, stuff like that never did work in Alessa's favor.

Alessa shook her mind off of the mysterious boy as she walked up the steps to her house.

"Hey, Mom," Alessa called out as she opened the front door, "I'm home,"

"Alessa Ann Marsh!" a high-pitched feminine voice called out, "get in her right now,"

"Why? What happened?" Alessa asked in an uncaring voice.

"Do you mind explaining why you and Danika were caught skipping class?"

"That was a misunderstanding," Alessa replied defensively, "We were going to our lockers and a teacher thought we were skipping."

"Ok then," Alessa's mother said.

"I'm going to bed now," Alessa announced as she left the kitchen. She stalked up the stairs to her room and entered it. Ever since seeing that boy, Alessa felt an odd sensation. It was like her mind was looking for something that wasn't there. Alessa ran her hands through her white hair as she lay on her bed, allowing sleep to take her. Unbeknownst to the snowy-haired girl, a dark shadow sat in the tree outside her window-watching her as if she were a peice of tasty meat.

When Alessa woke up, she felt an uneasy air surrounding her room. She felt as if someone was watching her, waiting to attack. Then she left her room, deciding that having a glass of water would hepl calm her senses. That's when she heard her mother speaking with someone.

"Do you think they've met yet? Did she say anything about a boy when she came home?" the voice asked, full of worry.

"No as far as I can tell, Alessa has not met the demon weapon yet." Alessa heard her mother say.

"Well you better keep her away from that school untill the demon weapon has left New York. I cannot have the DWMA after us with charges of kiddnapping and brainwashing the daughter of the Death Scythe. Do I make myself clear, Witch Madison?" the voice asked intimmidatingly.

"Yes," Madison said.

Alessa shifted her feet on the stairs, but slipped and fell to the bottom. Madison and the other person turned to her in shock. With fear welling up in her chest, Alessa bolted out of the room. She heard the echo of an order to follow her as she ran through the street. Alessa gained enough distance between herself and the people who were chasing her to be able to hide in an alley. She saw two women pass by her on broomsticks and Alessa figured that she was safe for now. Exhaling loudly, Alessa peered out of the alley. That was a big mistake.

Looming over her, a giant woman glared at Alessa, ready to strike her down with a magic spell. That was when he appeared. That boy with the cello attacked the woman with a powerfull kick to her back.

"Stand up." he said to Alessa.

"What?"

"Are you deaf of something? I said stand up!"