Hello! My name is Kris Maria; this here is my newest Soul Eater fan fiction. It includes O.C's of mine and the real characters (who will probably be O.O.C, sorry), it's an AU story (I have no idea what AU really means, but I believe I'm using the term correctly; in which this story is not at all like the anime or manga but it keeps the characters. Actually, it means Alternate Universe, doesn't it? DERP). Basically, meisters and weapons have never partnered. They keep apart from each other, each living on completely different ends of the scale: the meisters in the rich, the weapons in the dirt. The weapons are fed up and they finally decide to start a revolution, and the meisters won't hesitate retaliation. Only a couple of teenage weapons and meisters who see no difference between each other realize this bad situation, and they decide to try and unify everyone. Can they, though?
This will be told in Soul's point of view. If the POV should change, there'll be a page break saying whose view it is. But for now it's Soul's. Read and review, and make sure to favorite! I don't own Soul Eater, enjoy!
~oxoXoxo~
"This is just how life is; us weapons are left alone in the streets and those asshole meisters are all cooped up in their big fancy houses living the good life. How many times does it have to be explained to you idiots?" I tell them for the millionth time. These two never seem to get it. The one already lost his eye to some crazy meister bitch, so now I can tell these two apart, but they can't keep throwing their lives around like this. "You know if you steal from meisters, you'll get arrested. If you break into a meister's home, you'll get thrown in the asylum. If you dare attack a meister, you'll be executed. Do you guys want that to happen?" The twins don't meet my eyes as I yell down at them.
"It ain't an issue so long as you don't get caught…" mumbles Garret, the one with both his eyes intact. He recently dyed his hair black so he would look different from his brother, it kind of works; simply don't walk into a dark alleyway with them and it works fine.
"But you always get caught." I tell them. "Are you two trying to get yourselves killed?"
"We're tryin' to stay alive, Soul! Gettin' somethin' to eat ain't easy, and what difference is a loaf 'a bread gonna do!" Henry yells back, finally raising his head. Henry got his right eye scratched leaving it blind, and he's attention deficit. I feel bad for his brother; this guy's a disaster waiting to happen.
I sigh, "I told you, if you need food I can get it for you."
"We don't need help!" Garret stands up now. "We've been fine ever since the damn hospital and we're fine now! You take care of yourself, and we'll do the same with us." Garret grabs his brother's arm and they storm off. God, those guys are gonna get themselves hurt. I start to walk home.
I'm not sure why I started looking out for those two. Hell not just them, almost everyone else here too I keep an eye on. Death City isn't safe for weapons, and meisters are no different. If a weapon is alone he'll probably get jumped by meisters and vice-versa. But somehow us weapons are always the ones to blame. I don't know how this came about and I never could find out, according to the meister community I died six years ago. My psycho dad tried to kill me. Somehow I survived and I left for this city, leaving behind everything I had: a family, a valid education, a solid roof over my head. I don't know why I'm a weapon, I just am. And even though I should hate myself for it, I'm glad I've been left alone like this. It taught me how to take care of myself. I don't regret not dying that day, that day told me even your family can turn its back on you. I found out then that the world is so much worse than it seems to be. It's really sugarcoated in the meister community.
Turning the corner onto the street of my apartment I walk up the steps and head inside, the floorboards creaking underneath my feet. My cubicle is the one on the bottom floor right when you walk in, the room meant for the manager. However the manager of this building is non-other than a meister who's never here so I rented out his room. I go inside and walk down the few steps before stretching. It's been a long day, I'm exhausted. I should take a shower before getting comfortable though, before the hot water runs out again.
Done there with hardly any hot water left for the other guys in the building, I heat up some leftovers from a few nights ago for dinner. I am so sick of pizza, but it's cheap down here. And I have enough for a month, so either I eat it or give it to the twins and the rest of the sewer. I told them I can give them food…
I rest on the couch and turn on the TV. I don't get many channels, but then again I don't watch much TV. Except for sports. Right now the news is on and it's a story on some chick that got jumped on her way home from the grocer. She's kinda cute…hey, is that the person the twins were trying to rob? I turn up the volume and listen to what the girl is saying to the reporters.
"…those two chased me down an alley and threatened me to drop my bags. I tried my best to defend myself, but I had no idea they were weapons. I was lucky the police came by when they did, that's when the boys ran." The girl tells the reporters crowding around her.
"Could you describe what your assailants looked like, miss?" one of them ask her.
"They were twins. Both had dark hair and light eyes, although one had a large scar on his right eye. They looked young, around fifteen I believe. I didn't pay much attention to what they were wearing, but they looked like they were fished out of the gutter." She's spot on about that. She got attacked by those idiots though, she's surprisingly calm. Especially for a meister girl. Most meister girls are all great big whiners dying for attention, but not this girl it seems. The picture cuts back to the newsroom with the anchorman and woman looking over the papers on their desk.
"Alright, if you see these two boys call the police, do not act. They are dangerous weapons and should not be provoked for safety precautions." The anchorwoman says with a popup drawn picture of Garret and Henry next to her on the screen. That sketch artist is pretty accurate considering the girl's description was vague. I should go visit the twins tomorrow; they'll get took down for sure if they go out. They sleep pretty late, if I go to sleep right now and head out tomorrow morning I should be able to catch them right when they wake up.
I get up and turn the TV off before heading into my room. I'm lucky to be living here, I know that. Most of my friends down here don't have an old bed. I tell them my door's always open, but it's a rare thing for one of them to sleep over. It's a pride thing. I climb in bed and drift off.
The one thing I hate about this room is the window. It's small, doesn't have blinds or a curtain, and right when dawn breaks the sunlight pours in and burns my eyes until I wake up and turn over. But instead of flipping to the other side of the bed I get up and get dressed. I gotta go over to the twins' place. Good thing I have a day off today, they live kinda far.
I made sure to grab a few of those damn pizzas for them. They're on the wanted list now, it'll be hard for them to do things for themselves without getting caught by the police, and they're already on bad terms with them. I don't mind providing for them and the other less fortunate; it's something to do. Plus it proves to meisters that we're not going anywhere. I personally have nothing against them it's my family that I have a grudge against. From the start my dad never really liked me. And my older brother was always better than me at everything. It was so overbearing there.
I turn the corner on to the main street. This street is always lively, with people I mean. There aren't any cars in this part of Death City. At least non that work. In the weapon community everything is either close together or underground, plus nobody can afford a car. It'd be pretty cool to have one sure, but I don't need it.
"Mornin' Soul!" someone waves to me. I wave back to them. I know almost everyone around here; it's no surprise for me to get stopped on the street or have greetings thrown at me. They're good people. Sure they're different, but they're just as honest and hard-working as anyone. I continue on my way.
"Hey! You with the face!" a voice slurs at me. Oh yeah…I forgot she lives this way. I stop and turn to see the old hippie lady sitting on her blanket on the street corner drinking a bottle of gin. I honestly don't think she's old, but from what I've heard she's been sitting on that corner every day for the past fifty years. Although I've also heard she's actually a witch in disguise. Rumors around here are stupid.
"Morning Noire," I say. Noire is what is believed to be her last name, but she hates it. She prefers to be called the Oracle. I don't know why but she does. And under that name she tells fortunes to random people that pass her by for little to no money at all. Most of the time she just shouts it at you as you walk.
She smashes her bottle on the sidewalk, "I am the ORACLE, 'ya ignorant shit," she slurs and drools. She's always drunk during the day, at night is when she's all happy and tells fortunes. Noire really doesn't look old at all. I'd say she's somewhere in her twenties. She wears tons of necklaces of all different lengths around her neck and multi-colored beads in her long dark pink hair. Her bangs are so long you can't see her eyes, when she's drunk like this. Normally you can see her right eye but when she's drunk you don't. She's wearing a white tank-top over her tie-dye one and her shorts are as torn and ratty as always. She wears beads and feathers around her wrists and waist. And she's barefoot, as usual.
"Feeling good today?" I ask her.
"Don't you spite me 'ya 'lil dipshit, I'll put a curse on your sorry ass." I interpret that as 'no, I'm not'. She holds up her broken bottle and stares at it wistfully. "Aw bitch, I'm all out again."
"Don't you have a stash somewhere around here?" I ask her. This street corner is close to a bar, her 'stash'.
I feel her eyes staring at me. "I do?" I take a deep breath. I really don't like trying to deal with this girl.
"Look, I'll see you later. I've got someplace to go." I start walking again.
"Hey! Bring your girlfriend later!" she yells as I leave. What is she talking about?
"What girlfriend?" she's already passed out, that was a waste of breath. What did she mean 'girlfriend', I haven't had a girlfriend for a few months now. Ah…whatever. She's drunk anyways. I keep walking.
I come across a few cop cars. Well, that tells me the police have an idea where the twins live. I hurry over to the opposite side of the street and pull my hood up. I don't want to risk being seen no matter what. It's obvious I'm a weapon, and those guys can pretty much sense who is what. I keep a fast pace as I walk by the cars and turn down an alleyway. I hate this part of town. It's right next to the border of the two communities. Us weapons on the town outskirts and the meisters in the heart of the city all divided by the railway crossing. Looking left down the alley I see the railroad. Looking on the right, where I am, is the only accessible entrance to the twins' place. They live in an abandoned building.
I walk inside and see the place is the same as always. Dirty. That's one of my greatest peeves; you can only be so dirty. Once it's this bad then you have to do something about it. I walk up the steps and look for the twins. I don't hear Henry snoring, was I too late? God, I hope not. Looking around I don't see them. It's completely silent in here. Where are they?
Suddenly someone rams into my chest and pins me to the wall. I feel a blade at my throat. Oh…this is where they've been. I glare down at the two as they realize who I am.
Garret's grip on his brother loosens and he lets me go. "God dammit Soul! What the hell do 'ya think you're doing sneaking up on us like that!" he yells.
Henry turns human and rubs his eyes. "What're 'ya doin' here Soul? It's early." God, these two…
"You guys know if I were a cop you'd be dead by now, right?" I keep my glare towards them. "Anyways, I came by today because the police know your identities. And they're right outside."
"Damn, that fast?" Garret walks over to the window with his head low. Henry follows him but doesn't duck. "Aw…great. Now what can we do?" Garret moans after pulling his brother down.
"You can NOT leave this place, and you can let me take care of you two. Look, I've got pizza for you." I show them the boxes and they're back over by me in less than a second. The really good thing about these two is that they eat literally everything and like it. Henry takes the boxes from me and wanders off with them.
Garret takes a step back, "Soul, I don't want you taking care of us. We're fine by ourselves."
"Garret, the cops are all over this side of town. I'm not kidding."
"We can use the sewers."
"They could sense you down there. You two need to lay low. If being here is such an issue you can use the sewer system to get over to my place but that's it."
"Soul…"
"I mean it."
"Soul!" I have him pinned to the wall, both our arms in weapon forms, his thin blade pushing against my long scythe.
"Hey, guys…" Henry says. He sounds fully awake now. I take a deep breath and let go, turning my arm back to normal.
"It's dangerous. I don't want anyone dying, alright? I'm trying to keep you safe."
"If you keep trying you're gonna get hurt yourself, Soul. I appreciate it and I understand, but lay off a bit, would you?"
"Umm…hey, Soul! We got that old TV working yesterday. Wanna check it out?" Henry changes the subject. Garret's eyes light up when his brother mentions that.
"That old piece of crap? There's no way." Did they really get that thing running?
"We really did!" Garret grabs my right arm. "C'mon, we'll show you!" Henry follows his brother's lead and takes my right arm. Looks like I'll be here for a while. Well at least they're preoccupied with something less serious.
Looks like the cops left for today. I got everything straightened out with Garret and Henry and hung out with them for just about the whole day. It's evening now…maybe around seven? Probably later. I'm glad I didn't have anything planned for today. I look around the alleyway. It doesn't look bugged. You never know with the cops, though. I just hope those two will be careful. I go out the alley and start to make my way back home.
Something bumps into my chest and makes me stumble backwards onto the ground. "Ah!" it says. Hey, it's a girl. She looks meister…what's she doing all the way out here? She grabs a book out of her bag. What's she's doing? "Get AWAY!" she smacks me on the head with it.
"Ow, what the hell!" I yell. She doesn't stop swinging it until I grab her arm and stop her. She stares me in the eyes, she looks freaked out. Wait…this is the chick that was on the news last night, the one that the twins tried to rob. This is really her? She's freaking tiny. She has not quite blonde but not quite dark blonde hair pulled up in pigtails and green eyes. She's wearing what looks like a school uniform. God, how old is she? Those idiots jumped her?
"Get off me! Get off!" she tries to break away. Hey calm down, I won't hurt you.
"Hey 'lil girl!" she freezes. I look behind her and see…him? Crap, he broke out of the asylum already? Was she running from him? He is part of the reason us weapons have such a bad rep, he's an asshole—and that's being nice about it.
"Here," I hand her her bag.
"W-wait…" she takes it as I help her stand up.
"You're gonna have to trust me on this." I tell her and I pull her into the alleyway. I hold her close to me and wait until he passes by. She stays still and silent. When I don't hear him anymore I let her go. "He's gone now." I tell her. She looks up at me with her big green eyes. She honestly is really cute. With my luck she's probably just turned twelve and got off at the wrong train stop or something.
"I said," she says in a low voice. "Get OFF!" she smacks me with her book again.
"What the hell, crazy? You do realize I just saved from a friggin' asylum patient, don't you?!" what is her problem!
"What the hell, you! I was almost nearly home, I would've been fine then!" she yells back.
"Uh, you don't get it. That's the kind of psycho that will follow you home. You're damn lucky to have run into me! I saved you!"
"DUMBASS!" she hits me again. "I can very easily take care of myself and I don't need any help! Now get off and leave me alone!"
"QUIT SMACKIN' ME WITH YOUR DAMN BOOK!" The roar of the night train interrupts our arguing. She stops completely at the sound. Once it goes by I look to her again, she's still looking at it. What? "What's your problem?" I ask her.
"You ASSHOLE!" she hits me yet again. "That was the last train of the night! Now I gotta walk home because of you!" What is with you and books!
"You know maybe if you would stop hitting me, I would offer you my place for the night." I rub the bumps she left on my head. She stares at me like I'm speaking French or something.
"You? Ha! Thanks bud, but I'm not stupid!"
"So you're gonna walk home?"
"Of course. I don't need any help, so now I'll just be on my way." She gets up and starts to leave but I pull her back. "What?" she glares at me.
"In case you haven't already noticed, there's a psychopath on the loose. Not only that but the weapon community ain't exactly someplace you wanna be, especially now. Plus, weren't you on the news last night?" her glare deepens and I glare at her back.
"You're a real bastard, you know that?"
"The one and only," I get up and offer her my hand. "Soul Eater." I introduce myself. She stares at me like I have two heads. Hey, I'm trying to be nice.
She sighs, finally giving in. "Fine." Shaking my hand she says, "I'm Maka Albarn."
~oxoXoxo~
And here is chapter one. It was originally longer but I cut it up into two chapters. So when this is uploaded it should already have chapter two! I thought the longer it was it would just get uninteresting, so here it is now in TWO parts, chapter one and two. I think it works out quite nicely this way. :]
Anyways, what do you think? Leave me a review telling me what I need to improve or general comments, I love reading them. Plus they help me out a lot; they basically tell me if the story is going well or not. So please, leave a review. Or PM! That's good too. Just tell me what you think as a bare minimum. Anyways, chapter two is right next, check it out!
~Kris Maria -^w^-