Reflections
Soul Eater: Fan Fiction
Written by Yoru-101
Chapter 1
As Soul and Maka exited the swirling tornado known as Brew, Maka sighed in fatigue at a job not so well done. She knew she had tried her best and she knew Soul did too, but Mosquito was too strong. His powers were too unknown to her, and she didn't want Soul to get hurt again. She doubted that she could go through that ordeal again with her wits intact.
"How uncool" her weapon muttered, drudging through the snow," You okay, Maka?"
"I'm fine." She answered. She shivered. A chill suddenly crept up her spine.
She stopped dead in her tracks. This shiver didn't come from the cold; it came from an enormous soul that was more than 100 meters away.
"What's wrong Maka? You cold or something?" Soul asked, oblivious.
"I sense a huge soul nearby, Soul. And I'm not sure if it's on our side."
Soul instantly became alert and his muscles tensed in anticipation to the oncoming battle. He grinned his signature grin,
"Want to go check it out?" he asked, "I don't think the adrenaline has left my body just yet. You?"
Maka grinned in return, "I'm pumped up and ready to go,
"So what are we waiting for?"
As they approached the unknown soul, it seemed to almost buffer as they came near, each wave becoming stronger then the last.
By now Brew had dissipated behind them. Removing Eibons' invention from its core had caused it to return back to nothing but ruins once more.
When the soul finally came into Maka's view, she sensed such great despair that her heart clenched and she felt a horrible need to comfort whatever was feeling this intense sorrow.
The soul was enormous and tremendously strong. But at the same time it felt so weak that it was like glass; you could touch it and it would shatter to pieces.
A dark figure lay crouched in the centre, its face hidden from view. The body was wracked with sobs and the only audible noise that could be heard from it was the tiny whimpers that escaped the figure's hidden lips.
Soul had stopped grinning the moment he saw the sad figure. He glanced at Maka who was slowly walking towards the figure, eyes glazed as if she were in a trance.
"Stop Maka! We don't know if it's on our side yet!"
Maka ignored her partners plead, and continued walking forward.
"How could something so powerful be so sad?" she wondered to herself. The figure was oblivious to her nearing presence, and from Maka's view she could tell that this figure was a woman, older than she. The figure was almost an adult with long black hair that streamed over her face like an inky curtain, hiding the face from view. Part of her hair was in a loose loop that only covered half of the back of her head.
The woman trembled with sadness. Maka knelt down slowly and silently, and put her hand on the woman's back.
The woman immediately jerked her head up to look at Maka, her golden eyes full of tears and surprise.
Soul jumped at the sudden movement of the woman, poised and ready for action. His muscles were tense, and his mind was on high alert.
But after a moment the woman didn't move. He eyed the woman warily. It didn't look like she meant any harm…yet.
"Who are you?" the woman asked fearfully.
"I'm called Maka and that's my partner Soul over there." She gestured to Soul, who glared.
"Who are you? And why are you so sad?" The woman only jerked at the questions. Her golden eyes grew wide with tears and sadness.
"They're gone, they're all gone." She looked up at Maka with a look of shock on her pale face,
"I don't know who I am."
Maka furrowed her brows, "Amnesia?" Maka pondered thoughtfully. She wracked her mind with possible answers. She glanced around her. Her gaze fell over the ruins of Brew. Her eyes widened. "Brew!" She deduced out loud, making the woman flinch. She yelled over to Soul.
"She's got amnesia! And I think that Brew was the cause!" Soul nodded in the distance. Made sense.
"Do you remember anything? Anything all?" Maka inquired. The woman paused, tentative. Her golden eyes wandered up to Maka's face, her emerald eyes filled with pity, and a strong sense of justice. She looked trusting enough.
"I only remember feeling like I lost everything." The woman started slowly, tears slowly streaming down her face. Her hands, covered in black fabric, came up to her pale face as she wiped her eyes. She sobbed quietly, her only other sounds being the quiet sobs that shook her body.
Maka was stumped with the lack of information. Without any sort of clue it would be impossible to figure out her she was. Maka then spoke.
"Maybe someone at Shibusen would know who you are." She said optimistically.
"Shi-busen?" the woman murmured between hiccups. She tried to rhythm her breathing. Maka helped the woman to her feet, and slowly walked towards Soul, who by now was waiting impatiently.
"To Shibusen then?" he asked, having heard everything. Maka nodded.
"The others must already be there by now."
The strange woman started to calm down by this point, reducing her heart wrenching sobs to a few whimpers and some hiccups, but overall staying silent.
"I should tell Shinigami-sama and that we're on our way." Maka pulled out a pocket mirror. She started to phone her principal, breathing on the glass, writing in the numbers with her warm fingers. She pressed it to her ear and let it ring a few times until she heard the recording of a familiar high pitch voice, YO! I am away from my mirror right now. I will reply as soon as I can ne?
Maka shrugged. She understood why he would be away
"Oh well," Soul sighed, "I guess we'll have to tell him when he gets back."
Maka nodded in agreement, but noticed that the woman was staring at her. She moved to put the mirror in her pocket, and saw that the woman's eyes followed it. Curious, Maka held it out to her.
"Would you like to see it?" said Maka gently, not seeing any harm. The woman looked up cautiously, her hair falling over her face, restricting her view. She nodded, and took the mirror slowly. She peered into it, and gazed at her reflection. A soft smile came to her face.
"I think," she started slowly, "that I like mirrors."
Soul and Maka looked at each other, and then they both burst into laughter. The woman's confused look only made them laugh harder, even as they tried to tell her what was so funny. Maka regained her composure first.
"W-what a thing to remember," she said through breaths, "that-that tells us absolutely n-n-n-nothing." And she started to laugh again.
The woman pouted, pursing her pale lips, "Well so-orry, it's not as if I get to choose what I remember."
She looked at her feet, not wanting to meet their eyes. By the time the pair calmed down, Shibusen had already come into view. The woman looked in awe at her newfound surrounding, giving coos of appreciation and astonishment.
Maka waved. There were three dark figures in the distance.
"Liz, Patty," she started, but before she could finish, she saw the woman make a bee-line towards the third figure. Upon reaching him, she grasped his arms tightly in her hands, almost in desperation. It was as if she never wanted to let go.
"Kid," she smiled warmly with tears forming.
Kid blinked in confusion. He looked at Maka for help.
Maka walked over to the woman, put her hand on her shoulder and asked the obvious question,
"Do you know Kid?" Maka looked at Kid as if to ask the same question.
The woman blinked a few times, confused. She squinted at Kid, scrutinizing every inch of his face, his clothes. The woman gradually released the pressure on Kid's arms. She stood, and whispered something quieter than anyone could hear, and backed away slowly.
Nobody had noticed that from the moment the unknown woman had touched Kid, Liz transformed into her gun form and Patty armed her sister at the mysterious girl's head. As the girl backed away and the sisters retained their wariness, Patty remarked dangerously,
"Your eyes look similar."
Kid studied the girl. He knew he had never seen her before, for a Shinigami never forgets anything.
"Who is she?" Kid asked inquisitively, without taking his eyes off the stranger.
"We don't know," Maka answered quietly, "and neither does she for that matter. We think Brew erased her memory."
"Brew?" Kid murmured, and paused. "Sounds logical."
He glanced at the woman. She had backed away from him and started to twiddle her fingers. She kept giving him furtive glances, and every time their golden eyes met, she would look away quickly and mutter to herself incoherently.
"Do you think anyone at Shibusen would know who she is?" Maka gestured at the woman and then back to Kid. She seemed generally concerned on the woman's identity. Bu then again this was Maka they were talking about. Maka couldn't help putting her nose into everything.
Kid had made a mental note about that when they first met.
"Well," Kid started, "If anyone would know, it would be either my father…"
The woman glanced up, "and Professor Stein. And since my father's not here right now," The woman drooped unnoticeably "I suggest we go see Professor Stein immediately."
Maka nodded, and gestured for the woman and Soul to follow. The woman nodded and silently obeyed. Her eyes kept to the floor.
Her behavior towards his person was strange, Kid thought, which only furthered his, and he supposedly, Maka's, curiosity.
As they ventured towards the living quarters of Professor Stein, Kid took their time to ask the unknown female some questions. At first she seemed a bit nervous, but after a while she eased up to his presence.
"You really don't know who you are?" he had asked. She had shaken her head vigorously.
"Do you know anything about yourself? Anything at all?" he pestered.
She looked away, "I do know…" She started, and started twiddling her fingers again.
"I do know one thing."
She said quietly,
"But it's stupid." She finished.
"And what might that be?"
She sighed, wanting to give up the supposedly useless information.
"Please?" he asked again, gentler this time. He peered around her, trying to meet her eyes. She stared at him for a moment, her golden eyes drifting between his eyes and his hair stripes, until she finally nodded and agreed.
"I know that I like…" she paused for a moment supposedly changing her mind, "I like…mirrors." she said quietly.
"Mirrors." Kid stated, letting the word roll off his tongue, "That's it?" He chuckled.
She pouted at his response, "I told you it was stupid." She looked away from him.
"No, no, no, it's not that." Kid waved his hands in the "no" gesture.
"I was just thinking of a name we could give you. So, like, a name until we find out what your real name is?"
She stopped pouting and looked at him incredulously.
"A name?" she asked quietly, "You're going to give me a name?"
He nodded smiling, "Only a temporary one, until you find out your real one."
She looked down at her twiddling fingers and smiled, "Thank you." She said quietly.
Kid cleared his throat and stopped walking.
"Attention everyone," he announced, "I propose we give our new friend a name. One that suits her-"
"Martha!" Patty interrupted.
"No!" Kid argued, "I already have one in mind."
The nameless woman giggled.
"So, what is it?" Soul asked, impatient as always. Maka rolled her eyes.
"I propose," Kid regained his announcer voice, "that we name her…" he paused for effect. The others groaned.
"Toki." He said, with a smile on his face.
Soul chuckled, "It's perfect."
Liz patted Kid on the back, looming over him, "Good choice, it really suits her."
Maka looked at the new "Toki", who had a small smile on her face and was blushing a little from the attention. Maka extended her hand, "Shall we go then, Toki?"
Toki nodded, and took her hand.
"Yes," she replied, "I would very much like that."
Maka smiled contagiously and continued on.
END OF CHAPTER ONE?
/Author's Note/
AAAHHHHHHAAAAAAAAA IT'S FINALLY ON THE INTERNET.
I am not very charismatic. No I am not. But here it goes anyways.
….U-u-ummmm…H-hi there? Readers? I'm not used to this at all, see? I've been a loyal reader for YEARS. Ah-hah…
And fanart would also be appreciated….I'm an artist myself you see….This whole story came out of one drawing. It's kinda how I come up with things. I daydream too much. Anyways, please enjoy responsibly. NO FLAMES OR I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND GUT YOU LIKE A FISH.
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