You and me, we have no faces.
By delilanah.
AN: I don't own SoulEater or the song 'no ones there " by korn.
Summery: Kishens are domentate in the world, they rule. weapons and misters are put in arenas to fight to the death, the pair who wins gets the soul of the mister(the weapons eat it) the weapons slowly become kishens and there released but the misters are kept and given a new weapon to fight with, kishens will sell misters back and forth
CH 1: intro
You and me we have no faces
Soon our lives will be erased
Do you think they will remember?
Or will we just be replaced?
Maka's legs trembled, the cut on her leg bleeding all over her, her scythe covered in the blood of her opponent, the cut on her cheek bleeding down her face and neck. The boy she was fighting and a deep gash across the chest, he was trying to stop the bleeding but it wasn't working, his face growing paler and paler. "I-I'm so sorry" muttered Maka softly stumbling forward a little, her legs trembling more. The boy nodded and closed his eyes ready for the death blow. "KILL HIM!" yelled her scythe.
Maka let out a scream and swung the scythe cutting thru the boy, he dropped the sword and collapsed to the ground. A small blue orb flouted up as the arena burst into cheers, woops and yells. There was a flash of light and Maka's scythe turned into a man, he had spiked ghost white hair and pools of the blood he's spilt for eyes a wicked dagger toothed grin on his face, his red shirt and black leather coat covered in blood, his black skinny jeans ripped and torn. He grabbed the orb and held it up lifting his arms in triumph. The spectators roared and cheered at the pair. Maka's partner let out a roar of triumph while Maka sunk to her knees, watching her weapon eat the boys soul. She looked away, her weapon, Soul , was slowly being turned into a kishen, the raining species of the earth, once a weapon became a kishen (if they lived that long) where they released, leaving there partner, there mister, to rot in the hellhole of the arena, where they fought for there lives, while there former weapons watched them die.
Maka looked away from her weapon trying not to cry, it was unwise to show weakness in front of others, that kind of openness can get you killed or traded off. Maka was lifted to her feet by a kishen guard and pulled away, her weapon close behind. Maka was tossed into a cage with Soul as they normally where when they won a battle, a drink was pushed thru the bars, a healing elixir for Maka. She gulped it down and gagged at the awful taste. Soul leaned against the bars and held out an arm for his mister, who crawled over and nestled against him. "well done Maka" said the snowy haired man softly "we lived thru another fight, one more step to freedom" Maka shook her head "for you maybe, but I'm stuck here till I die, you know that Soul" she said softly. Soul frowned and hugged his mister gently "I will come back for you, I'm not going to let you die here" he said softly "I promise you" he said kissing her head gently and running his fingers thru her ash-blonde hair. She looked Into his blood red eyes and frowned. "Your mind will be gone, you'll come to the arena to watch me fight, you won't care about me anymore" Soul shook his head hard. " I will always care about you Maka, no matter what I become" he kissed her gently then pulled away and smiled " sleep, we have another battle tomorrow"
AN: tell me what you think of this! Hate it? Love it? Wanna talk about how adam lambert is an angel?