Setting: an AU where the Kishin does not exist and/or has not been freed (haven't decided that yet). The witches are trying to take over but are constantly being stopped by the students at the Death Weapons Meister Academy. Arachne has just been killed by Soul and Maka, her soul was fed to Soul and he's now a Death Scythe. Maka has a soul perception ability that can see through witches soul protect. This makes her a big target.

Chapter 1

~{Soul}~

Inside the humble walls of the DWMA, there walked a not so humble student.

Soul Eater Evans was feeling quite arrogant at that particular moment, as though he were king of the school, badass of the month, and ladies most wanted… the world never looked so bright, open, and full of possibility…

Until he ran into his partner, Maka Albarn, whose green eyes glared at him, making him assume that she was about to smack him.

"What'd I do now?" He asked nonchalantly.

Her glare intensified, "Soul, I know you've been feeling like the king of the world ever since you ate Arachne's soul and became a Death Scythe but," Maka paused, taking a breath trying not to get TOO mad at her partner, "you can't just skip out on training sessions just because you're a Death Scythe now! In fact we need to be training mor-"

"Ahh, you worry too much," Soul interrupted, focusing on the peach colored wall to his left.

"No, I worry just the right amount! Soul! We need to keep training! If we don't we won't be able to use any of your new-"

"So? We took down a witch with no problems! We can handle anything."

"Soul…" Maka growled, in a tone he was all too familiar with, "You're pushing it. Please Soul! We NEED to train!"

He sighed, he wasn't going to win, he knew that the second they started talking. Better give up now. I'd rather not have to go through training with my shins, and skull, covered in bruises. "Yeah, okay. FINE! I'll train with you after school, okay?"

She smiled, "Thanks Soul! We really need this!" she exclaimed before running off down the hall, her sandy blonde hair bopping up and down with each step.

Soul watched her, with a pained look on his face, until she turned a corner before uttering a faint, "Yeah right, whatever." He shook his head sadly as he turned in the opposite direction. Practicing before school even starts? That is so uncool … He sighed, and thought that this really was the best choice. He knew that once Maka was determined to do something he was just a fool to try and stop her. He knew this, and yet he just couldn't help but try and fight her on some things.

Needless to say he never won…

Unless she was being really REALLY stupid, reckless, or a combination of any/or all those mentioned above.

Which did happen –occasionally- despite her being the top of the class and all… her problem was that she tended to be a friend first and a fighter second.

He sighed and shook his head again, causing his odd white hair to be thrown into a state of disarray. His black headband managed to stay on and keep the majority of his hair off of his face; however some of his bangs flew into his eyes causing slight discomfort. With another sigh, Soul's right hand reached up and brushed his bangs away while thinking: Summer is so boring, why can't school just start already?

Then again, Soul never wanted school to start. Ever.

The sole reason being that Lord Death, the creator and principal of the DWMA, decided to instigate a new… tradition – tradition being the word Lord Death had used, meanwhile Soul, as well as many other students, saw it more as a new form of torture.

Lord Death had decided that this year, on the last day of summer, he wanted the parents of the students to come join them in a "last-day-of-summer party".

Now, for the children who attended this academy, and had great relationships with their parents, this was amazing. This was the best idea Lord Death had ever had, giving these children one last chance to say goodbyes, as well as giving the parents a chance to meet the kids that their children will be spending their school year with.

However, for Soul and the majority of the other students, who did NOT have good relationships with their parents… this was just a major disaster waiting to happen.

All the kids know this is a BAD idea… we've told Lord Death plenty of times how bad of an idea this is yet he insists that we try it. Why won't he listen to us?

Even Soul, pride filled Soul, had gone to Lord Death and practically begged that he would cancel the event. Soul had figured that since he was a Death Scythe and all, he probably had more of an influence on Lord Death and could probably persuade him to NOT follow through.

He was sadly mistaken.

Flashback~

"Soul, this is an excellent opportunity for all of my students to be with their parents one last time. I am a parent myself you know. I'm trying to make this easier on them." Death informed him.

"What about the students who don't WANT a last moment with them? Didn't you think about them? Why not just have the kids who WANT their parents to be there invite them?"

"Because think about how sad and heartbroken the parents, who DIDN'T get invited, would be! They would feel like their children hate them, and don't care about them at all! That's just unacceptable. I won't play favorites. ALL students' family members will be invited and all students' family members HAVE already been invited, Soul. I can't change my mind now. It's too late."

Soul had groaned thinking over and over again: This can't be happening! This can't be happening! This can't be-

"But, if it'll make you feel better Soul, I'll tell you this." Death paused for a second his next words hesitating slightly, "This year will be a test run. If all you kids are right and lots of fighting occurs between families and students then… This year will be the only time. However Soul, I'm giving this event a chance! That means there's no stopping it this time."

Soul fell to the ground thinking 'Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!' over and over again.

"Now that you know there's absolutely nothing you can do to change this situation… Might I suggest that you accept the fact that you are probably going to see your parents, get off my floor, and go hang with your friends?"

Soul did as Lord Death asked.

End of flashback~

There was only one problem: that was a month ago, during the middle of summer.

Summer was almost over, over the next few days all the students would be returning to the DWMA… with their parents.

Soul grimaced and leaned against the right wall of the hallway. M-my parents… they're coming. They're coming here.

Slowly, Soul began to sit pressing his back more firmly against the stone.

They're coming now...

I'm going to apologize in advance; this story's going to have a slow start. The action probably won't start up until somewhere around chapter 6 or 7. I really want this to be perfect.

So? How was it? Review please!

I really hope I kept them in character. I feel like I did. Ideas? Suggestions?

REVIEW! Thanks! :D