Hello everyone! Heya! Wassup wassup Waaaaassupp? Welcome to another Fanfic from the brilliant (or broken) mind of yours truly. i decided i was just having way too much fun doing one fanfic that i just had to do another, and what better series than one of my favorites: Soul Eater. This comic is OC and unlike my first is all original. So let's roll up our sleeves and get to work!

Disclaimer: Soul Eater and most characters herein are not my property nor are they my idea. but they're fun as heck to write about!

A Sound Soul dwells within a Sound Mind and a Sound Body.

Chapter 1: The Lost Fourth Prologue

It was the dead of night, big city that never sleeps and people bustling every which way. The lights from the billboards and giant screen televisions in the downtown area lit up square blocks as far as the eye could see. Sitting on the edge of one was a tiny blip of a person, smoking the last cigarette he had before chucking the cartridge over his shoulder into the alley. Just a tiny dot, unnoticed to everyone below. Well, almost everyone. As the little paper box drops and twists in the night breeze it lands on the shoulder of a masked figure below, catching its attention more than the body it had just mangled in order to get to the soul inside. As the thing looked up the little blip grew quickly, riding a long chain down to about the third story fire escape, watching as this thing licked its lips. "Another soul.. how yummy." The smoking teen gave it a quick once over. Axe in hand, hunting souls, and going after single moms, yup this was definitely the one he'd heard about.

"Lizzie Borden I presume? I'd say the honor is mine but your murderous ways must end. Surrender your soul quietly so I can go home, I have a headache and I'm supposed to be moving to a new school tomorrow."

The one known as Lizzie Borden raised her axe threateningly. "You got an Axe to grind with me? If you want my soul so bad you should axe nicely, don't you know it's improper manners to address a lady without giving your name? Not that I care I just want more power!" She lept up to where he was, cleaving the metal railing as he dodged to one side. She brought a second axe overhead and downward, catching the grate above her head for a second before following through. Having plenty of time to evade, the boy in loose clothing swung up to the next level and waited. Lizzie chopped both of her weapons throught the metallic lattice before heaving herself up in one swift move. He kicked back, loose jacket and baggy pants fluttering as he seemingly carelessly dove backwards over the guard rail. Lizzie took advantage of him being in the air and swung a second axe horizontally at his head, knowing he had no way to dodge or reposition himself. In the knick of time he tilted his head back, seemingly uncaring as the ashes from his cigarette were cut away leaving him with a useless unlit nub and a sprinkle of grey on his sunglasses. Lizzie only got a quick look before his shaggy black hair fell back over his eyes, but she was sure of what she saw.

"Now you've gone and done it. I'll need to clean those now, not to mention buy another cartridge since you interrupted my last one." He took the square frame coder glasses off and flicked them, using the inside of his jacket to clean the ash away before replacing them over his eyes. "That should be fine for a while. I hate cleaning. So futile, things always end up getting messy again. Such a pain in the ass having to clean something twice."

"Twice?" Lizzie drops from her place, double gainer before burying her hatchet in the pavement where he was just a second ago. When the dust settles, he's actually standing on top of the blade with his hood up. For a second the serial killer looks incredulous, but then a previously nonexistent cut appears on her mask near the chin. She follows the line down with her hand, then her eyes. There's a faint trickle of blood on the ground between them, and she sees why this one victim she chose had put up such a good fight. As the light fades and the young man's arm returns to normal, she drops backward, leaning on her second weapon with her full weight. "Wh- What are you?"

"I'm a weapon, and starting tomorrow, a student at the Death Weapon Meister Academy."

~Ding~Dong~Dong~Ding~

His backpack was flopped over one shoulder and hung by his hip. In his ears the music was playing softly to the tune of his footsteps. The sun was high and shining on his black shaggy hair and somewhere in Death City was his new home. That would wait, because as of this moment, he was dealing with perhaps the longest and steepest stairs anywhere in the world. The sheer size of the DWMA was renowned the world over, but to get there everyday the students would have to climb this sub-marathon. It was about two-thirds the way up that someone with blue hair shoved him accidentally while running past. "Sorry! I'm just too big a guy not to take up the whole stairs. YA-hoo!"

He took one look and assessed this person that shoved him, while taking a moment to recollect his pamphlet and pencil case. 'He's brawny, obviously devotes a lot of time to strength training. Also not much regard for others. Top it off, he's a loudmouth. Assessment: he won't last long.'

"BlackStar! I'm so sorry about him, please forgive us." A woman taller than either of the boys approached quickly and bowed, apologizing a couple times before dismissing herself to keep up with the blue haired one. 'She's far more gentle, conservatively dressed, neutral colors. obviously partners with the other. More quiet and reserved, prefering to think a fight out I'm guessing. Assessment: She might succeed if she can get her partner in line."

Finally reaching the top step, the boy looked around at all the new students taking in the sights. Many were on their cell phones taking photos or making new friends in groups of 4 or more. There would be time for that later. All alone, he kept walking to the room where orientation was supposed to be held this year. Following the signs, he took in a sight or two as he made his way around the massive place, nearly losing his way a few times. Finally, he walked into a hallway where there was a sign in booth and took his tag, displaying the word "Weapon" on his chest. Admittedly, he felt somewhat clumsy with his sleeves being too long to show his hands, so the pen seemed to smudge slightly when handing the paper back. He was directed to the Class called Crescent Moon, where he took a quick peek at the style of the room. It was designed for lecture and that suited him fine, taking a seat in the back corner where he could observe everyone filing in after him. The Orientation was thankfully brief, as the teacher Mr Sid had kept on point as well as making sure the demonstration of weapons and meisters was both concise and understandable for newbies. "...In conclusion, you'll be learning the best and latest from the best and greatest. Study hard and work hard and you too will be on your way to keeping balance in the world and fighting your way to the top. A few of you may even become legends. Before we conclude and dismiss for the day there are an odd number of weapons and meisters, namely less meisters than weapons. The Academy can try to compensate or accomodate any dual wielders, but for the time being one or more weapons will have to be without a partner."

He raised his hand, or rather his sleeve with his hand inside it. "I can go without a partner for the time being." His tone was a bit dark and quiet, but the blank look on his face belied no disappointment at all. Everyone took a moment to process, not sure what to think of this new guy. It was dropped and Sid took a note that this weapon was voluntarily on solo study, for the time being at least. The bell rang and everyone packed up and headed out, abuzz that they had started a new year of study. Of course he was the last out, save the teacher. When he got to the door Sid called out to him. "You're him right? I was told that you were a last minute arrival. I understand life here can be confusing or even disorienting but if you ever need anything don't be afraid to ask me. I'm here to help, that's just the kind of guy I am."

"..Thank you Professor. I do need one thing, if you could point me to the nearest store where I might find cigarettes."

"A student like you who's underage shouldn't be smoking. It's a bad habit you know. I guess I can't help you with everything but I won't suggest you smoke, that's not the man I am."

"I see. In that case, may I ask where a good place for a student to live would be?"

He had found a store all on his own but just like Professor Sid they refused to sell Deathsticks to a minor. He could only heave a sigh and resigned to buy a magazine and a bottle of ramune soda, plopping on the edge of a park where there were a few kids playing basketball. Immediately two of them were recognized as the boy from the stairs and his partner, as well as a young brunette with short twintails and a whitehaired boy who looked a bit predatorial in his grin and his eyes. 'She's very passive-aggressive, much like myself unfortunately. She fits in, having natural leadership capabilities though not the most gifted or strongest of the bunch. Then her partner. Laid back, lazy, but he doesn't waste any effort. So efficient he's inefficient in all his hard work. Assessment: They'll definitely make it. Unlike..' His thoughts were interrupted with the unruly bluenet heaved a half court toss that ricocheted right at him. The ball made contact and knocked him over backward, though his face was unchanged. He just lay on his back looking up at the sky as the ball bounced to a still by his side. He took it in his hand, holding it up like a trophy as they all ran over.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" the conservatively dressed gentle one from before asked. "Hey, you're that guy from this morning"

"Oh man, that looks like it hurt. Hey wait, are you just playing it off to be the big hero?"

"Blackstar, shut up. Sorry about that, you okay?" The one with twintails asked. She seemed to have a sympathetic smile, obviously this was somewhat of a regular experience with this group. 'Maybe they can help me fit in.'

He straightened up running a sleeve-covered hand over his glasses. "Are they cracked?" The white haired boy blinked, confused. "My glasses, are they cracked?"

"You're okay with getting hurt as long as you look cool? I guess that makes you cool too. Come on, up ya go." They got him to his feet, a bit weirded out by the fact that his hands never show. After the oddball in the oversized green-and-black striped jacket dusted off and shook his head, he tilted his neck to pop both sides. "Dimitri. My name. Dimitri Makovic."

"Oh! Nice to meet you, I'm Maka Albarn." The brunette known as Maka said with a bow.

"Tsubaki. Pleasure to meet you." The tall gentle ravenette added, again with a bow.

"YA-Hoo! The name's BlackStar, don't forget it cause I'm the biggest star around so count yourself lucky that you have me for a friend." The confident (read: arrogant) musclehead stated with a thumb to his chest and a head held high.

"Soul Eater. Cool to meet you." The two shook hands before Dimitri took a step back and bowed to them all. 'Maybe this time I can try having friends. This is going to be an interesting life.'

"Yoroshiku Onegaishimasu."

End Chapter 1

A/N: That's the end of this chapter! so yeah i'm gonna work on this fic and my other one as long and as hard as i can in conjunction with my other fic and.. well, my job. but hey, i promise to try and keep it regular and exciting. Thanks for reading!