DWMA's latest student – weapon or villain? Chapter 1
Now I would rate this story at T, you know just to be safe. This is my very first fan fic so please forgive any spelling or grammar or story mistakes that i may have missed. Now i do not own soul eater nor have i ever owned soul eater so do not think that i do! Enjoy!
Our little story begins not at the academy as you may expect from the title, but at a witches gathering, five years before the Kishin's death. All the witches across the world were gathering once again,Erika Frog as well as the six Mizune among them. What made this gathering different, however, was that a different face had arrived, one that none of the witches had ever expected to see again. Her name was Salem, a powerful witch whom, strangely enough, had married a weapon. Soon after that, she disappeared, supposedly to avoid the wrath of the other witches. But now she had returned, and she was not alone. Trailing behind her was a young boy, no older than seven, with eyes as grey as a powerful storm, his reddish-brown hair spiked upon his head. The other witches watched her with hate as she made her way into the council chamber. The old witch was the most surprised of them all to see her return.
"Why have you returned, witch Salem?" she hissed, barely containing her disgust for the witch.
"I have come to ask for acceptance." Salem said, bowing her head.
"You must be mad to think that we would allow your return to us, leave now while you still can."
"I do not ask for myself to be accepted! I ask that my son be allowed to join the covenant, upon the right of his witch blood!"
The entire council chamber went into an uproar. In the chaos, Salem suddenly dropped to the floor, dead. Instantly all of them fell silent, and the only sound that could be heard was the tears of the young boy. All of the witches were frozen in shock. They had wanted her dead, but for her to die in front of them was overwhelming. The silence was broken by the soft sound of the child.
"Mom?" the little boy asked. Erika slowly approached to try and comfort the child.
"Shhh... It's okay, everything's going to be okay." Erika said placing her hand on his shoulder.
With one swift motion Erika suddenly found herself with a scythe at her throat, the blade glowing blood red.
"Get away from me!"
Erika changed into a frog and scrambled away as fast as she could.
"A scythe child? With magical talent?" the old witch hissed.
"A scythe child?" another witch said.
The word of the boy made its way all through the council chamber. The boy stayed, kneeling there at his dead mother's side, all the while muttering one word. The word that would become his new name, Scythe...
We return in Death City, ten years after the Kishin's defeat.
"Congratulations on defeating the Kishin, Scythe-Meister Maka." Lord Death said for the hundredth time.
"Thank you, Lord Death , but didn't you congratulate me already?" Maka sighed.
"Oh I know, I just like the sound of it." Lord Death said, with what was probably a smile, "Oh, I almost forgot. Two new students are arriving here today and I need you to give them a tour of the school. Both of them are a little older than most new students, just so you know. Also… one of them is a bit of a strange case."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, for one thing, we have no idea where he is from, who his parents were, or why he has appeared right at the gates of Death City."
"Do you at least know his name?"
"Actually, that's the only thing we know about him. He is called Scythe."
"And what of the other student?"
"The other new student's name is Jezebel Byrne. She is a bit of a simpler case. She is a meister and a powerful one at that, but the only problem is that her shyness competes with Crona's. She's a smart girl and incredibly talented, but because she is so shy she tends to mess up and that makes her shyness worse. So, in other words be as friendly as possible, okay?"
"I'm on it!" Maka said, turning and heading for the door.
"Oh Maka, I have just one more thing."
"What is it?" Maka asked, opening the door to find her father standing in front of her with a warm, yet kinda dopey, smile on his face.
"I had forgotten to mention… Spirit wanted to take you on a 'father- daughter' thing later today."
"Oh, Maka! We're going to have so much fun!"
"Er...Right...Fun..."
So, after Maka was able to shake the disturbing thought of spending time with her father she quickly made her way to the front gates of DWMA, although she could tell that she was a tad late since the two new students were standing there when she got there. The two of them were very much like Lord Death had described. Jezebel smiled weakly as she brushed her black hair behind her ear. Her emerald green eyes kept sadly drifting to the ground. She was as tall as Maka and seemed a little similar to Crona, not just because of the shyness and the kind of depressing demeanor, but the way she carried herself was so much like Crona. She wore a long black coat and had steel gray gloves similar to Maka's. Now, the other one was a bit more of an odd case. He had dark grey eyes, with his short, reddish-brown hair spiked up in all directions. But the thing she noticed the most was that his eyes seemed cold, dead almost. His face didn't portray even the slightest emotion or thought. He stood tall and straight yet he also seemed... cautious, like someone was going to suddenly attack him.
"You two must be the new students."
"And you must be our tour guide." Scythe responded flatly.
"So, are you two ready to start your tour?"
Scythe gave a simple and quick nod and Jezebel gave a shaky and quiet "yes".
"Alright then, follow me."
Maka slowly lead the odd pair through the school. Both of them were quiet as they continued to follow Maka everywhere she wanted them to go. When she was finished, they had barely spoken, save for some nervous words from Jezebel.
"Th-thank you, m-miss..." Jezebel stuttered.
"You can call me Maka."
"Thank you M-Maka."
"Don't mention it. So I'll be seeing you guys tomorrow. I am one of the teachers after all."
"See y-you later."
Not everyone was bright eyed and bushy-tailed the next day. Ever since Stein had started teaching again, they'd been doing nothing but dissections or duel arts. To make matter worse, today was a duel arts day. The entire class was meeting out in the front courtyard of the school. Professor Stein had just arrived to explain what was going on that day.
"Hello class, I've call you out here for today's duel arts lesson." Stein said plainly.
"Now, to help me with today's lesson, I have asked Death the Kid to join us."
"Hello everyone, and hello to you too Maka." Kid said with a smile.
"Now, today, I want you to attack Kid with everything you have. The goal of this exercise is to work as a team. The three students who shall be a part of this exercise are Jezebel, Scythe and Thompson."
The three students stepped into the open space left for them and kid. Jezebel was cowering at the back of the group while Scythe and Thompson stood at the front.
"And begin!"
Kid was the first one to act as he fired rapidly at the three students. Jezebel ran for the nearest hiding place, but she ended up catching one shot in the back, knocking her to the ground. Meanwhile, Thompson wasn't doing much better as she was, essentially tap dancing to avoid Kid's attacks, which eventually failed. All the while, Scythe was easily dodging each shot. Kid quickly began to perform his Soul Resonance attack, Death Cannon. Scythe dodged the two blasts, disappearing from sight. Kid slowly walked over to where Jezebel was now cowering in fear of the powerful Grim Reaper. Suddenly a single blast was fired out of nowhere, forcing him to retreat. From his hiding place, Scythe stepped forward to face the Grim Reaper.
"I alone shall be your opponent from now on. Understood?" he asked.
"Sure. Why not?"
"You may have the first move."
Kid took little time to use this advantage as he fired at him again with Death Cannon. Scythe once again dodged this attack with ease, then another attack, and another. Finally the attacks stopped and he declared it his turn. Scythe held out his hand like it was a gun, the tips of his fingers glowing red.
"Crimson Arrow!" he exclaimed as a bolt of red electricity fired from his hand.
Kid barely had time to get out of the way as another bolt was fired, then another. The balance of power shifted in favor of Scythe as he now had Kid running from his every attack as he continued to fire.
"Let's try something new... Plasma Entity!"
Instantly, electricity began to gather in the air in front of Scythe. It combined to form a simple creature, its ghost-like body pulsing red. The entity's arm changed into a scythe. On one end its long blade curved until it was almost hook like at the end; on the other was a single long spike. It slashed at Kid, forcing him to block using his twin pistols. As he did he heard to cries of pain from the two pistols,Liz and Patti.
"Are you guys alright?" Kid asked with concern.
"We're fine." Liz groaned.
"Just go kick his ass." Patti yelled.
"On it!"
"If you three are quite done, shall we continue the duel?" Scythe asked, eyebrow raised.
Kid's response was incredibly simple and abrupt.
"Death Cannon!" Kid yelled as he fired at the entity.
One shot blew it completely apart while the other continued on to strike Scythe right in the chest. The blast sent him flying into a nearby building. As he got up his hands clenched into fists, and a smile spread across his face.
"Now it's time for some real fun!" he said his arm changing into a scythe.
Now if any of you have any complaints as to how this chapter ended, well...too bad! I'm just getting started so tune in next time to see the conclusion to Scythe's first duel arts class. I guarantee that it will make you guys a wee bit upset, but hey it's still fun though.
