"Yo," Stein said casually as he blew out smoke. I stood up and slowly turned around to look at him. Some of the blood coating my face dripped into my mouth and I spat it out on his foot. He continued to smoke his cigarette without giving me a second glance. I wiped the blood from my face to only smear it down my arm.

"Shit," I mutter darkly. "What the hell do you want Stein?" I hiss venomously. I tried to shake off blood from my hands and feet as I stepped out of the pool of the crimson liquid.

"I'm here to take you to Shinigami-sama," he said in his infuriatingly calm voice. Once it burned out he flicked his cigarette butt into the blood. "Let's go," he stands up from his crouching position, kicking up dust in his wake. I scoff at him and roll my eyes before stalking off towards the nearest village.

"How about instead…you fuck off?" I shout over my shoulder. I felt him move a second before his attack landed. I danced out of his reach before turning around and pushing him back with my wavelength. "Oh? Are we going to fight?" I cackled.

"No," he drawled out slowly. He tipped his head back to stare at the moon with a 'why me?' expression. "You are going to come willingly to the DWMA," he states. "With me," he said as an afterthought.

"Why would I be willing?" I ask curiously. I click my nails in annoyance as he continues to stare at the sky. "Stein…" I ground out warningly.

"Mhm? Oh," he says with a snap of his fingers. He pulls out another cigarette and lights it. "Well your soul is about to become very much a kishin," he states matter-of-factly after he blew out a drag. I narrow my eyes at him before snorting and continuing on my way. "You can't run away from this."

"I'm not running," I throw over my shoulder. "I'm sauntering." I can finally feel the ire radiating off of him and it causes me to smirk at myself. "Oh?" I say saucily as I turn back around to look at him. He unleashed his wavelength and it made me laugh out loud. "Don't fuck with me Stein. You have no idea what I can do."

"You think we haven't been watching?" he chides. "You think I haven't been watching you?" I actually stop at this question. For a moment my heart clenched at the real feeling in his voice.

"You…you've gotta be kidding me," I mumble. The fight went right out of me as quickly as it came.

"Do you want to become a kishin?" he asks in a strained voice. He turned his gaze towards me with imploring eyes. "Do you want the end result of this path?"

"Being lectured by a madman about being madder than him is depressing," I sigh. "Alright, I'll go with you. But don't think I'll stay just because the God of Death threatens me."


"Soul!" I scream as I rush around the apartment. "Will you hurry the hell up?! It's the first day!" My white haired weapon stumbles out of the bathroom without a shirt and a toothbrush in his mouth. I was buttoning up my shirt and glaring at him while his eyes were still hazy from sleep.

"Maka-chan!" Blair singsonged as she pranced into the living room from my bedroom. "Bu-tan needs cream!"

"Not now Blair!" I snap as I shove my foot into my boot. "I'll bring some home tonight," I say to her pouty face. Soul comes sauntering out of his room while throwing on his jacket. "Okay gotta go—bye!" I grab his hand and we go flying out the door.


"Kid we can't be late on the first day!" Liz snaps at me while she shoves Patty into her shoes. "Stop staring at that fucking picture it will not get any straighter! Now let's go!" she grabs my collar and pulls me out the door.

"But Liz it's off by at least a millimeter!" I cry as she throws me into the car and tosses Patty on top of me.


"B-Black*star?" I stutter as my meister walks out of the bathroom naked.

"Tsubaki! A god like me doesn't need school!" he laughs loudly.

"B-but Black*star we promised everyone else we'd meet them at the front doors in…" I stop to stare at the clock. "Ten minutes," I stare wide-eyed at the door. 'We live twenty minutes away,' I think desperately. Black*star laughs like a maniac while I try to convince him to put on pants.

"Come on Tsubaki! Let's go to the gym instead!" he starts doing two finger pushups and I felt my blush flood my entire face and neck.

"B-Black*star…" my temper started to simmer. "We. Are. Going. To. School." I whack him over the head. "Sorry!" I squeak as I dress him. "Sorry, sorry, sorry!" I repeat as I drag his deadweight out of the house and down the street.


"So those are your options," Shinigami-sama states in his ridiculous voice.

"Either you," I point to Spirit-san, "kill me or…" I stare intensely at Stein. "Or I become a student here…? That's it?"

"That's it you brat," Spirit snaps at me in irritation. "Even though I still think you should be stripped of all your titles and ranks!"

"Watch yourself Spirit-san!" I snap back. "You might find yourself in an earlier grave than you originally thought."

"That's enough senpai," Stein drawls. He was sitting in a swivel chair of all things and that was also pissing me off in this already messed up situation.

"So, what do you say?" Shinigami-sama asks. I sneer at Spirit-san again before turning back to the God of Death.

"Tsk, I mean I can be a student here—"

"Perfect!"

"But," I snap, I hate being interrupted. "I'm not going to be in those E.A.T classes. I don't want to waste my time and be bored to tears. I'll be in those stupid N.O.T classes."

"Well now wait a minute…" Spirit-san starts.

"Mm, it's okay Spirit-kun," Shinigami-sama says. "You want to be in classes below your talents? That's fine; I wasn't going to allow you out on missions anyways."

"Tsk," I mumble. I slouch as Stein rolls up next to me with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He pinches me in my hip and I swat at him with a hiss.

"Now that that is out of the way can we get ready for classes to start? When I was alive I always got a head start on preparations that's just the kind of man I was," Sid-san says. Naigus-san was standing next to him, looking everything but interested in this meeting. When she caught me staring at her I did not look away. She appeared to smirk at me under her bandages and I smirked back.

"Of course Sid-kun! We shouldn't be late to class!" Shinigami-sama said cheerily. All of us turned to leave except for Spirit-san, I could feel his hatred for me on the back of my head. I shrug it off as I follow behind Stein and his fucking chair. We all walk down one of the many long hallways in silence. The sounds of other teachers and staff bounce around with a few random noises in between. Down closer to the entrance we hear the students.

"Noisy bunch of idiots," I seethe in distain.

"You get used to it," Stein mutters drily.

"You're going to have to be nicer than that," Sid-san chides. Naigus-san only looks at me curiously as I roll my eyes and break off from them.

"Yeah, yeah Sid-san I'll keep that in mind."

"That's sensei to you," he says sharply.

"We'll see," I say bitterly. "I gotta go to the reception desk now. Bye," I salute to them before stalking off towards the bulletin board.


"Thank you," I say kindly to the lady behind the desk. I turn around and someone runs straight into me.

"O-o-oh—I'm so sorry!" a girl stutters. A blush spread across her cheeks at an alarming rate. "I-I di-didn't mean t-to run into y-you miss," her voice was becoming more watery by the second.

"Umm…." I say awkwardly. "It's okay really. I mean no harm no foul right?" I scratch at the back of my head. "Are you in a rush for something?" I ask to try to break the tension. The worry lines around her pale blue eyes ease away slowly. Her slight shoulders relaxed and I released the breath I had been holding.

"I'm j-just a little l-lost is all," she smiles. "I'm Helena Boughwright by the way. First year student here!" she said without a stutter.

"Oh…um I'm Ramla," I hold out my hand and she shakes it vigorously.

"A-are you new h-here too?"

"You could say that," I mutter. "Where are you headin'?"

"Homeroom with Professor H-Hedge in the Bl-Blue Moon room." She reads from her schedule. I glance down at my schedule and surprisingly find that I am heading the same way. "Oh! That's great, at least this way if we get lost at least we h-have a buddy!" she says brightly. Her stutter was being less noticeable and I found her change of vocal patterns unnerving. "I'm a weapon by the way! Can t-turn into a-a falcate at will already," she boosts proudly.

"A falcate you say?" I respond in surprise. "That's a pretty brutal weapon, you gonna move on into the E.A.T classes then?"

"O-oh! N-no probably not," she blushes again. "I-I don't think I wou-would be good enough for that!"

"Mhm?" I muse while turning towards the bulletin board. "You'll figure it out. Come on let's go," I say with a bored tone. Helena bounces next to me as we walk towards the Blue Moon classroom. We chatted a little while we walked down the halls, but it was relatively quiet between us.

"Black*star wait!" we heard some girl scream down the hallway as a tiny boy comes running headlong at us.

"Move Helena!" I command as I shove her to the side and fall on top of her. The boy with alarmingly blue hair goes careening past us while screaming in what appeared to be joy. A tall pretty girl with long black hair runs past us yelling at him. She apologized to us briefly before continuing on after the blue haired boy.

"Tsubaki! Black*star! Wait up!" a group of other students come running after them. We sat on the floor in a stunned daze before I finally let out a low growl.

"What a bunch of assholes," I hiss before standing up. I grab Helena and pull her to her feet.

"Ladies," A very short man with an impressive yellow mustache approaches us. His head was so bald the light shone off of it, although he did wear a very stylish outfit. A red button down tucked into pressed black dress pants and finished with black shoes as shiny as his head. "I believe you are both in my homeroom class."

"P-Professor H-H-Hedge!" Helena squeaked.

"No need to be so uptight," he sniffled. "Let us be on our way." He shuffled off ahead of us as we both stared dumbfounded at him. I sigh and shrug as I grab Helena's arm and drag her behind me. As we enter the room we find ourselves face to face with a classroom full of at least thirty students.

'Fucking great,' I think with a groan. There were two seats in the very front row open and I threw Helena into one of them before sitting down next to her. The next three hours consisted of Helena taking furious notes while I snored in class. Professor Hedge was no joke at least, he really knew his history and mathematics. We also had Sid-san as a teacher for our study hall before the inevitable happened.

"Whaaat?! We don't have n-next class together?! Helena screams at lunch. A couple people turn their heads towards us, but ultimately continue eating.

"It's no big deal Helena," I say calmly while trying to soothe a headache.

"Yahoo!" a booming voice cuts through all of the chatter in the cafeteria. "You wanna fight punk?!" Helena stood up to see what the commotion was about.

She gasp, "it's that kid from earlier! The one that tried to run us over!"

"Whaa…?" I say around a mouth full of food. "Sit down Helena, you don't want to get caught up in whatever stupid thing that kid is doing." I continue eating without so much as looking up.

"Black*star sit down!" Sid-san scolds from across the room. However, it appears this Black*star was a terrible listener because the next thing we hear is the sounds of a dying animal. Or more likely another student have the shit kicked out of them by Black*star. I sigh before standing up and throwing away my food.

"W-where are you go-going Ramla?" Helena calls after me. I just wave at her over my shoulder before exiting the cafeteria.


I wander down the hallways killing time before my next class. "Yo," someone says behind me.

"Go away Spirit-san," I ground out. I keep walking, but pick up my pace a little.

"You know you're a real shitty person Ramla."

"Oh? Coming from the king of shitty people I'll take that as a compliment," I sneer. "Where's your wife Spirit-san?" I spit.

"Why you little—" he stops himself even though it sounds like he wants to say more. I slow my pace before eventually stopping to turn and look at him. His shoulders were slouched in that ever 'I'm too cool for you' pose. "We could have really used your help two years ago you know."

The impact of his words punch me straight in the gut. I turn back around before I let my anger get the better of me. "I've got class," I say before continuing down the hall. This time he did not follow me.


"You have got to be fucking kidding me…" I hiss when I step into the classroom. I was late because I took the wrong set of stairs and ended up on the other side of the school.

"Ha, ha, ha! What a loser getting lost! A god like me never gets lost!" that fucking child that almost ran me over was in this class. I looked down at my schedule again to make sure I was in the right place. 'Soul Studies/ teacher unknown/ Crescent Moon classroom' stared back at me from the page.

When I looked up again Stein was sitting on his infuriatingly squeaky swivel chair about to light a smoke up. The board was already lined with study material and I felt my headache come back with a painful throb at the base of my skull. That asshole was still laughing at me as I walked up to Stein and stole his smoke. No one made a sound as I took a long drag and blew it up into the air. "Sorry I'm late," I say sarcastically.

Without waiting for a response I take the cigarette and head to the only open seat in the last row at the top of the classroom. I could feel every single pair of eyes staring at me in either wonder or disgust. While I personally didn't care I made a show of turning my head towards Black*star and his group of friends and smiling broadly at him. He tried to start something—and I kind of wished he would have—but a girl with pigtails in her hair hit him over the head with a thick book. 'Mhm…interesting choice of weapon I suppose,' I muse before leaning back in my chair. Stein starts to drone on and on about something boring while I dozed off.

After the day is over Helena managed to find me despite my best efforts to avoid her. "Ramla! Ramla! How was t-the rest of your d-day?" she asks.

I merely grunt in response as we start the downward trek from the school. Before she could say another word I violently shoved her to the side as someone crashes into my back. I manage to correct my footing and brace myself before the impact and don't go flying down the stairs. "Big Wave!" I hear right before the attack lands on my left side. I grunt in pain, but do not move. Through sheer force of my wavelength I push the attacker back and manage to glide a few feet away.

"You!" I bark out at the attacker. "You—you, you asshole!" I say venomously. "You could have seriously hurt Helena!"

"How dare you upstage a star like me?!" Black*star screams. He runs at me and instead of moving my anger roots me in place. Black*star takes a swing at me and I stop his punch with one hand. "Wha—what?" he says dumbly as I start to crush his fist in mine. I hear a satisfying bone snapping sound, I smile viciously at him.

"How dare you launch an attack without provocation or reason?" I say calmly. I tighten my grip on his hand. His other hand lashes out at me, but I block it easily enough. "I don't like people who hurt those weaker than them," I hiss as I release his hand and block his kick. He moves to rush me again, but this time I beat him to the punch. My fist collides with the side of his face sending him back up the stairs and landing on his ass. "People like you with no regard for others is considered trash in my book," I spit on the ground. "Don't piss me off again little boy."

That pretty girl named Tsubaki rushes over to him and starts tending to his wounds. That group of friends of his from earlier also gather around.

"Hey Ramla," the girl with pigtails says.

"Huh?" I say up at her. 'How did she know my name?'

"Next time you mess with my friends," she narrows her eyes at me. "I'll end you." At that the boy with white hair transforms into a scythe and lands in her hands lightly.

"Tsk keep your high and mightiness to yourself. And tell your dumbass friend to not pick unwarranted fight. Could get him killed one day," I state matter-of-factly. Helena walks over to me shaking violently and I can see pigtail's face falls a little. 'Self-righteous assholes,' I seethe. I walk Helena back to the dormitories and drop her off at her room.

"D-don't you-you live h-here too, Ramla?" her stutter was back in full force.

"Nah," I respond casually. It seemed like she wanted to say more, but a bunch of other girls started to crowd around her room asking if she was okay. Without another word I snuck out of there and started off towards the lower part of Death City.


I think Death City was taking the term 'underbelly' too seriously. The farther down you go the seedier it became. The streets were showing signs of wear and tear as were the people living there. The buildings looked decrepit and unkempt, but everywhere you went music was heard. Heavy metal to lively jazz filtered through the air almost as much as oxygen. I passed people strung out or passed out in bus stops and in gutters. Some disturbing noises bled out of alleyways and open windows while I sauntered down the street. Men were shouting vile and unforgivable things to people—mostly women—on the street.

"Hey baby how you doin'?" a man that reeked of alcohol walks up next to me. "What's a pretty lil' thang like you doin' down here?" he hiccupped.

"Ugh please you're not worth my time," I brush him off and continue on. He grabs my arm and forces me back against his chest.

"Whaddya say you bitch?" he hisses drunkenly in my face.

"Let go of me unless you wanna lose that arm," I reply darkly. By now we have attracted attention as several men and a few women gathered around us watching. "Let. Go."

Instead of heeding my warning the man dives in to kiss me on the lips. My whole vision goes red as I grab him around the throat and strangle him. People start to scream and someone is crying in the background, but I don't care. The man starts to turn purple and claws at my hand.

A cool hand lands on my head startling me out of my daze. The man gasps and gags as air refills his burning lungs. He scrambles to his feet cursing at me around pants and gasps before taking off the way he had come. I look up hazily at who stopped my rampage. "S-Stein…?"

"Come on," he picks me up bridal style and starts to move out of the underbelly. We were in suburbia hell before I came to my senses fully. Instead of being angry and outraged that Stein stopped me I simply rested my head against his shoulder.

"I did it again didn't I?" I ask.

"Mhm," he responds flatly. "Black*star attacking you didn't help your condition."

"Am I really so close to being a kishin?" I implore.

"Pre-kishin and yes." He was never one to beat around the bush. Instead of continuing down this line of questioning I stare ahead at the neat fences lining the street.

"I was just looking for a place to live," I finally admit.

"You'll be staying with me from now on," he replies. This does cause a reaction from me.

"What? No way in hell am I staying with you!" I swat at his chest. "Let me down Stein."

"Can't do that Ramie," he says.

"Don't call me that," I hiss.

"Don't steal my smokes then," he replies without missing a beat. "Also you're going to be taken out of gym class immediately and you're exempt from that test." I sigh in understanding.

"I'm going to grow fat and ugly at this rate," I intone.

"We can spar sometimes. If I have time for you," his last words stung. I didn't have to ask to know that he was mad at me. Hell I was still mad at me.

"Alright," I concede and neither of us spoke the rest of the way back.


Hello everyone! This is my first Soul Eater fic! I'm pretty excited about this story-let me know what you think!

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