[Thank you for choosing to read Soul Eater: Type 2. This is my first fanfic on here so feel free to be as brutally honest as possible. I'm using the standard pairing as follows: SoulXMaka, BlackstarXTsubaki, KidXLiz, CronaXPatty, SteinXMarie, and a few others. This story is based in the universe of the ANIME not the manga. Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or any of its canon characters, but I do own the OCs used in this story. I will try my best to upload a new segment every other week, if not every week. Thank you again for choosing Soul Eater: Type 2.]
CHAPTER 1: A NEW GENERATION
8 years ago…...
"Wake up, Master Jarid," an old man's voice echoed. "WAKE UP!"
Jarid opened one eye to see his butler, Edgar, standing over him, a look of urgency in his old eyes. Delilah, the maid, stood in the doorway like she was watching out for something.
"What's wrong, Ed?" Jarid asked.
"It's an emergency, young master. Get up, and follow us."
Jarid frowned at this. Usually when Edgar woke him up at hours like this it was for surprise combat training. I'm just a kid, Jarid thought. Give me a break. Reluctantly, Jarid dragged himself out from under his covers. Just as he reached the door, however, a loud screech filled the house.
"They're coming!" Delilah yelled.
Edgar put his hands on Jarid's shoulders. "Listen to me, Master Jarid. You need to run to the secret room in your father's study. Do you understand?"
"Edgar, I'm scared. What's going on?"
Edgar ruffled Jarid's hair. "You just need to trust me, alright? Go to the bunker and wait for us there."
Jarid nodded. Edgar led him out of the room and took Delilah's hand. The maid's body turned into a pink light until it transformed into a gauntlet that encased Edgar's right arm. Jarid heard quick footsteps from one end of the hall and got a glimpse of the creature coming after him. It was a freakishly skinny humanoid that appeared to be female with long black hair that reached the floor. Two bat-like wings sprung from its back. Its eyes were red with golden pupils. It let out a shattering screech, and Jarid felt his heart stop.
"Go, Master Jarid!" Edgar ordered. "We will take care of the Kishins!"
Jarid dashed down the other end of the hall and made his way to his dad's study. He slammed the door shut and pushed a chair in front of it. He walked over to one of the bookcases and placed his hand along the trim. An invisible scanner picked up his handprint and soon a holographic keypad appeared. Jarid entered the password. He knew it by heart from the rhyme his mother had taught him.
42-42-564
Whenever you want to knock on Death's door
The shelf made a series of clicking noises and then slid open to reveal a long corridor. As Jarid entered, a man's scream rang through the house. Jarid blinked back tears and took off running down the corridor. It couldn't be true…...Edgar and Delilah couldn't be dead…. they couldn't….
Jarid heard the door to the study crash open, the sounds of the creatures' howls behind him. Suddenly, a hand shoved him to the ground. Jarid was surrounded by not one, but three horrible Kishins: one the long-haired female from before, and two others that appeared male. One was older with short black hair, bulging muscles, and claws. The younger one was skinnier but with longer hair. They both had glowing red and orange eyes like the female.
Jarid started crying. "Please, leave me alone!" he wailed.
The three monsters screamed and leaped into the air to strike at the boy. Jarid closed his eyes and waited for death to come…. but it never did. Instead the sounds of metal against metal and gunshots echoed all around him.
When the fighting stopped, Jarid felt a hand on his shoulder and a girl's voice said, "It's okay. The monsters are gone now."
Jarid opened his eyes to see a girl about his age. She had snow-white hair that reached her waist and eyes that glowed a crimson red. She wore a white sundress, sandals, and a long, pink ribbon in her hair.
"My name is Krystal," she said. "Krystal Fang. What's your name?"
Jarid blinked. "J-Jarid van Karsa."
There's no way this little girl could have taken those three vicious killers. Then Jarid saw them. Standing all around him were several warriors, each holding a dangerous-looking weapon. One of them approached Jarid. She was a tall, middle-aged woman with ash-blonde hair. She wore a long black coat over a white shirt, white pants, boots, and oval-shaped glasses. Behind them were the most intense green eyes Jarid had ever seen. In her hand was a long scythe with a red and black blade.
"Can you tell us what happened here, Jarid?" she asked.
Jarid retold the events of the night, tears running down his face. The woman looked him over and smiled.
"You've been through a lot tonight," she said. "You must have been so scared. But I promise you're safe now."
"Mommy," Krystal said, "should I tell him about the monsters?"
The woman nodded and walked back over to the other strangers. Krystal sat down beside Jarid. Krystal went on to explain who and what the creatures were but Jarid barely heard any of it. He felt like the world was closing in around him.
The woman with glasses returned. She knelt down and said, "I'm sorry this happened to you, Jarid. Is there someone you can live with? Any family members around here?"
Jarid shook his head. "My parents and my brother were my only family around here. My grandfather lives in Ireland, but…. I don't want to live with him…."
"I have an offer for you. You are upset about tonight's events, right?"
"Yeah of course."
"I would like you to come live with us at the D.W.M.A."
Jarid's eyes widened. His parents had graduated form that school. It was supposed to be the most advanced fighting school in the world.
"My name is Maka Evan," the woman introduced herself. "I'm a teacher there. My husband, Krystal and I live there. I have the power to see a person's soul and I can tell you're special. We would be honored if you came us."
"We could be partners!" Krystal exclaimed. "C'mon it'll be fun!"
Jarid felt happy. These people offered to help him, live with them, in this horrible time. Who would he be to refuse? He smiled slightly and nodded. Another of the strangers approached. This one was a tall man in a black suit. He had black hair with three white stripes, a goatee, and golden eyes.
"I am Death the Kid," he said. "I am the headmaster of the D.W.M.A. I will warn you, coming to this school will push you to your limits every day. If you manage to survive, however, you will become a great warrior. Are you still willing to come?"
Jarid thought, silently. Could he really allow himself to be strained to his limits? Did he have the strength to protect others? Then he looked at Krystal. She smiled at him. He could tell she was determined to be successful, no matter what. She gave him hope.
"I do."
Maka smiled and Krystal jumped for joy. Death the Kid held out a hand. He said, "Jarid, as headmaster of the Death Weapon Meister Academy, I hereby give you admittance to attend my school. Best of luck to you, young man."