This story is one that has been on my mind for awhile yet I haven't put down into words but now it finally has come to fruition! So this follow the manga after the witch battle with Medusa and Crona, this is going to follow (or try) the story line as Tsubaki and Black✭Star tells about his past. Hope that is enough explanation and it doesn't get too confusing! Enough of my banter go forth and read my kittens!

A Sound soul dwells within a sound mind and a sound body.

A new semester of crazy within the DWMA, Maka and Soul walked along the halls of the school ready to hopefully fulfill the dream of becoming a death weapon pair. Soul slumped over with his hands deep in his pockets and let out a sigh.

"What?" Maka asked.

"Nothing, I'm just not looking forward to seeing screw head." another sigh escaped.

"Ah.. come on! Stein isn't that bad." Maka seemed too optimistic.

…

Maka ducked out of the way of a scalpel being flung from the professor. Barely missing the sandy blonde by a few centimeters, pinning a few strands of her hair to the wall.

"Okay, he is frightening." Maka gulped.

"No talking." Stein stated, "The next one won't miss."

Soul slumped in his chair mainly to escape the view of the professor and to look around the classroom. Black✭Star was leaned against the wall, a small bubble of snot escaped his nose and would disappear, showing that he was fast asleep. Many of the students were still freaking out with the small outburst from the crazy nut case, but one seemed to be giggling because of it. She was close to the wall with one hand behind her head and the other covering her mouth, she was not more than maybe two or three seats away. Who was she? Soul leaned over to Maka careful not to make any sudden movements, afraid of a scalpel in his forehead.

"Who is the girl over by the wall?" Soul gestured to where she sat.

"Hmm? Um, to tell you the truth I have no idea." Maka was confused as to why Soul even cared, but as she looked over to where she sat something struck her as weird.

"Soul."

"Huh?"

"I can't see her soul wavelength."

"What?"

"I SAID BE QUIET!" This time a scalpel was hurled in the girl's direction aimed for her head.

Gasp!

The girl had caught the scalpel within her fingers and was twirling it around, "Stein, its not nice to throw things," as she finished her phrase, she hurled it back effortlessly and it struck deep within the chalkboard. Everyone was astonished that she: one, caught it, and two said that… to Stein, of all people!

"Hm… I think you are the only one who has ever caught that. Not even Black✭Star has… yet."

"WHADDYA MEAN? HAVEN'T YET? I AM THE GREAT BLACK✭STAR! I AM THE ONE WHO WILL SURPASS GOD!" Black✭Star had somehow found his way to the very top of the very thin chalkboard, teetering on the edge almost falling off as he boasted about surpassing God; he held his hand high in the air with a grin stretched across his face.

"How the hell?" Stein turned in his chair looking up at the blue idiot. "Oh, nevermind, so.." As he turned to face the mysterious girl, she was nowhere to be found. Amid the blue buffoon's banter she had exited the room and walked to the front of the building.

"Maka, Soul." Stein turned his chair to face them, "Find out who that was. This is very important."

"Of course, sir!" Maka and Soul raced out of the room.

"Now I really want to know who that was!" Soul knew she didn't belong, and then Maka said she couldn't see her soul wavelength. "Can you use your soul perception?"

"I tried earlier, but she has something shielding me." Maka grew more and more anxious.

What could shield her soul perception like that? And why did she leave like she did? Maka was wrapped up within her thoughts as they ran down the halls towards the main entrance. As the reached to courtyard they skidded to a halt, to find the girl slowly walking out of the school and down the steps.

"There she is." Maka tried again to look for her soul but once again had a strange feeling.

"You know it isn't polite to see others soul's without permission." The girl had her hands folded neatly behind her head and turned on her heels to face Maka and Soul, her long black hair swaying in a loose braid down her back.

Maka wondered, How was she able to tell that I was trying to see her soul. That is impossible!

Soul: You are really useless without your soul perception huh?

Maka: WHAT!? *MAKA-CHOP*

Africa: Um... I... don't hurt me please.

Maka: As long as you don't say I am useless too.

Africa: NOPE! You are amazing... *quiver*

Maka: She doesn't own Soul Eater.

Africa: Isn't that a given? *Maka raises her book* NEVERMIND!