Summary: A weapon and meister create an unbreakable bond and work together for two goals. To destroy kishin and to make the weapon a death scythe. What does a weapon do when he can't keep a meister. How many times can one be abandoned before the madness takes over his life?
Warning! This story is a little AU (alternate Universe), contains male original character(s), female original character(s), angst, death, gore, harsh language and some mentions of near adult situations. If you do not like and/or are offended by this, please click the back button.
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.


Every weapon had a meister, and every meister had a weapon. The two formed an unbreakable bond that would last through most of their life, until said weapon became a death scythe. And if that didn't happen, they would be partners until the very end. Their souls were their powers and their weaknesses, nothing would ever change this fact.

Or at least, that was how it was for most weapons and meisters. Sometimes there were weapons that never found a meister, and vice verse. Meisters had the ability to fight on their own but very few weapons could do that. The weapons were often labeled as useless and their dreams of ever becoming a death scythe were crushed, as long as their spirit.

What's the point of being a weapon if no one can wield you?

Other times, the weapon and the meister will be cruel to another. If one can find another partner that they can be with, often they will go with the stronger one. Meister and weapons can be abandoned.

Most abandoned weapons will never let a meister near them. Others will cling to any chance at having another partner.

How many times can one be abandoned before enough is enough?

(-)

"Alright, class, settle down," Stein said calmly as he looked at row after row of students. He slowly turned the large bolt in his head, listening to the soft clicking noise it made as he focused himself, listening to the large group of youngsters. "We have a new student with us today," he gave a small jerk of his head to the boy standing right next to his desk.

"Hello, my name is Basil Tomas," the boy said, giving a small bow of respect to the classroom. "I've been in the Crescent Moon class before, but that was a few years ago and due to an issue with a previous meister, I had to go to the new moon class," he stood up straight again, light blue eyes looking over all the faces.

Already he could feel thier eyes directly on him, judging him. First appearances were all they needed to try to figure out who he was, he attempted to look nice today. His light brown hair was neatly combed, falling just past his chin in length. He looked around again, only moving his eyes, looking at the meisters and their weapons.

"'Previous'?" Stein looked at Basil, he still hadn't told the boy where to sit.

Basil nodded, not looking at the teacher. "I'm a weapon that nearly anyone can use, my soul is nothing special. I've had many meisters in the past, and they've all found the weapon they're really supposed to be with," his voice was calm, he was use to it. "Now, about my seat?"

"Right," Stein said, adjusting the screw again as he peered at the boy's soul. It was a light blue in color and seemed rather jitery, unstable. It was like an atom with only seven electrons. "It seems there's an empty seat on the first row, sit there for now."

Basil gave another nod before walking over to the seat Stein had pointed out. He sat down and gently placed his bookbag at his feet, after pulling out a pen and notebook. He sat up straight, eyes foreward as he waited for Stein to start the lesson.

He continued to feel the eyes of the other students on him. He already could hear the whispers. Everyone whispered about the new kid though, it was nothing new in today's society.

He just wished it would stop.

(-)

"So what do you guys think about the new guy?" Soul asked just as Black Star, Tsubaki, Maka, Kid, and Liz and Patti sat down at a table during their lunch period. "He seems rather uncool."

"I don't like him," Black Star said right off the bat. "I've heard about him. He goes through meisters like tissue, no one has lasted longer than a month," he then proceeded to scarf down the large pile of food on his tray.

"Black Star, you can't just say things about people," Tsubaki said, her voice a little nervous. "It's rude to make assumptions based on rumors."

The two softly bickered on whether or not it was rude to believe a rumor. Black Star had made his decision and nothing Tsubaki said would change his mind. It wasn't until Maka spoke up that they stopped their little quarrel.

"I will admit, he seems a little weird," she stated, gently poking at her food. "But it couldn't hurt to get to know him. He doesn't have a meister at the moment, he must be so lonely. Maybe we could make friends with him, it may help us understand the rumors more," she gave a hopeful smile to all at the table, hoping they would listen.

"Agreed," Kid said softly, carefully eating his food. It had taken the cooks forever to make it perfectly symmetrical for him. "A weapon that has had multiple meisters, it's an interesting puzzle. It makes me wonder what kind of person he is."

"Then it's settled!" Patti said, giggling softly.

"Yeah," Liz nodded. "He doesn't have to be a friend but getting to know the guy couldn't be a bad thing."

"He still seems uncool," Soul muttered, chugging down the contents of a milk carton. He let out a small sigh once it was all gone, wiping a bit of milk off his chin. "Oh look, there he is."

Basil had gotten his tray and was looking around the lunch room, trying to find an empty seat or table he could see. He blinked once, seeing Maka trying to wave him over to sit at her table. He slowly shook his head and calmly walked over to a table on the other side of the cafeteria, no one was sitting there.

"Un. Cool." Soul repeated.


Author's Notes: Alright, there's chapter one. I'm a little iffy on continuing this story, I want to hear a bit of feed back first.

I'm sorry if Basil seems anti-social at the moment, there is reason and it might change in the future. Most new students aren't social butterflies, after all.

I wanna hear your opinion on this story. Are you curious to know what's going to go on? Do you like Basil? Does he seem Gary-stu-ish to you? Let me know!