My first attempt at a Soul Eater story! Of course I have done others in the past but I have been just to embarrassed to publish them. Please leave a review if you would like me to continue the story or add anything to it. There may be a lemon in later chapters but for now its going to be pretty K+ haha. Soul Eater is an older anime but I don't think it's done with yet! ^_^

All was calm throughout the night streets of Death city. Just the rustling of trash in the back allies or a stray cat here and there. Maka Albarn had stayed up late that night to study hard for the next quiz. She always had to beat Ox Ford or she couldn't live with the gloating from him. Her skull print pen scribbled endlessly on the sheet of paper. Blair the cat purred softly on her lap. Maka stretched with a yawn and ran her tiny hands through the cat's lush purple fur. Packing up her books and papers, she climbed into bed. Snuggling into the duvet cover. Blair moved down to a warm spot by Maka's feet and stretched out her body.

The stars twinkled extra bright in the sky. The yellow moon glared down at the slumbering city and bared its teeth in a silent chuckle. Maka could hear Soul snoring from the room across the hall. His door was open a crack, just enough to see his messy white hair. Before long, Maka found herself drifting into a soundless sleep.

The morning was as usual, they both got out of bed, dressed in their usual clothes and ate breakfast together. Chrona knocked on the apartment door as expected, at the exact time every school day. Maka, dressed in her cooking apron and spatula in hand, bounced over and flung the door open.

"We already told you Chrona, you don't have to knock every time you come over!" She scolded. Pointing at him with the spatula. Quickly realizing her voice startled him and made him shake more than normal.

"S-Sorry Maka... I promise I-I wont next time." He whimpered. Shuffling to the kitchen table. He slid a chair out and sat down politely.

Chrona was too deathly afraid of walking to school by himself, so Maka said she would walk with him if he came by every morning. The pink haired boy was quite the handful at times, due to his extreme anxiety and social disorders. She flipped some eggs in a frying pan and the toast popped out from the toaster. After buttering it, she placed two slices on each plate along with some eggs and bacon. Chrona was too terrified to eat any meat after all the scarring things his mother had him do to animals as a child. His mother was a snake witch after all. She passed Chrona a plate and Ragnarok burst from his back without another word.

"Gimme the food you whore!" The little black demon yelled at Maka.

"Ragnarok that is no way to talk to M-Maka!" He squealed, embarrassed. Though Maka had already clonked the thing on the head with a large copy of How the Universe Works, in one fell swipe. He slumped over on Crona's head and his large drooling toung hung out. Crona nibbled at the bread and eggs, pushing aside the bacon for Ragnarok.

Maka noticed little red lines on the boy's wrists peeking out from his white cuffs and leapt across the table, catching his arm. A disappointed look spread across her face.

"I thought we talked about this?" She criticized. "You can't keep doing this and you will end up seriously injuring yourself Crona! Cutting is just stupid. If you need help, we are always here to talk or you can talk to Marie. She wanted you to start going to her about stuff."

Yanking back his long slender arm he held it to his chest. Looking down at the floor and letting his bright hair curtain his eyes. Suddenly he didn't seem as hungry. He had thought about speaking to Marie, his adoptive mother, and letting her know what was wrong. Though she was too motherly and would probably want to smother him, or worse put him on medication for depression. It never helped that his adoptive father was a scientist. A mad one to be exact. Stein would probably want to dissect him or something. The red scars were still fresh, he had only done them the night before. For some reason, self inflicted pain made his emotional trauma disappear, as he put it. They would heal within a day due to the black blood, leaving only a faint trace of silvery lines.

"I-I know." He cried softly. "S-Sorry Maka."

Just at that, soul came strolling into the kitchen and took a seat grumpily. Maka could sense there was agitation in his aura and she put it off as something petty, like he'd misplaced his Iphone or something.

"What now Soul." She sighed. Awaiting the answer hopelessly.

He ripped apart a piece of toast with his teeth and chewed a bit before talking. "Well I just got a call from my grandmother. Who my so called father had been talking to." He swallowed. "My father had dropped off the face of the fucking earth, and now he waits to tell the family that he had a secret kid with another slut!"

Maka cut her eggs with the side of her fork. "Oh yeah, you never told me much about him."

He was fuming at that point. Leaning back he rubbed his face with his hands. "My parents split when I was three, my mother left me and Wes with my grandma and took off. So long story short, after they split he got involved with another woman and had a kid is what she said. My grandmother called today to let me know she would be switching schools."

Ragnarok had regained consciousness and immediately began lapping up the bacon strips. Maka was astonished at Soul's words. Never would she have ever thought he'd have a baby sister. Of all things. He never really talked about his family at all. Nearly all that Maka knew was that his grandmother hated Soul, but loved Wes. In her heart she knew it was because his grandmother was probably just uneducated on Death Weapons. Wes became angry towards Soul because he'd gotten his father's Scythe power and not him. So Wes became a musician instead, taking the only thing Soul loved away from him. Music. They grew to hate each other even more and Soul had enough of it, and moved to Death city to become the greatest Death Scythe.

"Wow really? A baby sister! Who'd have thought you'd have a sister?" She gleamed. Maka always wondered what it would be like to have a sibling. "And you didn't know about her until now?"

Nodding his head, he grabbed a bunch of scrambled eggs with his fingers. "Nope. This is all new to me, got a fucking sister." He chewed them up and swallowed before talking again. "Never bothered to tell me much. Apparently she was being pushed around by some kids and her arm turned into a blade or something."

"Hope she at least has tit's, unlike you!" Ragnarok screamed. Soul burst out in a hysterical laugh. Crona blushed deep red and apologized repeatedly for the comment.

Due to Soul's motorbike being broken, they all had to walk. A spring let go in the wheel and he'd had to order the part online. It annoyed him greatly, but Maka seemed fine with having to walk. If it was to help Crona that was. Crona usually never talked unless he was spoken too. Soul wondered why he couldn't just catch a ride with Stein to school, seemingly since they lived together. Marie had bought him many different clothes and outfits, most of which made Soul and Black star bust a gut at. Though he rarely ever wore anything but black. Maka admired Marie's choice of clothing, how the outfit he'd been wearing hugged his curvy body. The black jeans with hiking boots that laced up, and the perfect black silk shirt with white cuffs. It buttoned up in the front and Maka couldn't help but stare at how it made him look so handsome, for a guy who's gender could be questioned at times. Maka's curiosity got the best of her sometimes. To the point where she wanted to ask him what specific gender he was, but didn't want to embarrass the poor kid. Marie complained often about how she wanted to cut Crona's uneven pink hair. The bangs were too long on the left side and places were choppy. Sadly, he was deathly afraid of scissors.

The school was only two blocks from the apartment complex where they lived. Since they were still students, the academy paid for the rent and grocery bills for each pair of students. All attendee's, Meisters and Weapons, were to be enrolled in the academy. Meisters are children who are born with the ability to sense. Souls, demons, wavelengths, you name it. These people can not only "Sense", but they can also use and control a Weapon in it's true form. Weapons are people with the ability to transform into a weapon customized to their personality traits. A Meister and weapon have to be paired together in order to assume soul resonance and fight off the evil in the world. Though for this to work, the Weapon and Meister have to be compatible through soul wavelengths. Even the most different of people can be compatible through each other's soul. Thus, the academy is just like any other private school, but they also teach everything and anything to do with Weapons and Meisters, down to Kishin and Witch hunting. The school was divided into two sections. Kids ages fourteen to eighteen were division one, and section two was children thirteen and younger. Most children never developed these abilities until around eleven or twelve.

The three of them passed by Tsubaki and Black star on their way to class. Black star had celebrated his seventeenth birthday the week before, but still lived every moment like it was an event. First class of the day was Professor Sid's, which the fact he was a zombie creeped the hell out of timid Crona. Then block two was Professor Hauntsen with his charms class. Taught everything from hunting witches to little things like famous witches and charms. Crona and the rest of the gang absolutely hated third block, with Professor Stein. Who taught Sciences. Practically every day they dissected something. Usually a live animal and Crona despised that. Though he was his adoptive father, so he had to appreciate the man in some way.

It was during Stein's class that there came a weak knock on the door. They had been in the middle of taking notes when Stein dropped his pen, clicked the large screw sideways a few times on his head and wheeled to the door on his chair. Pushing it open, he gave an eerie smile. "Fresh meat I see."

"Is this... Uhm class Crescent Moon?" The tiny voice piped up. She flipped over her schedule in her hands after realizing it was upside down. The girl looked appalled by the giant screw sticking out of the man's head. The class full of students watched. Some got out of their seats to take a closer look at who was at the door all of a sudden.

She whispered something to Professor Stein and his smile faded. Pointing a stitched finger to Soul sitting in the bleacher desks beside Maka. Some of the students hurriedly whispered things to each other. Jacqueline blushed a bit red and gawked in awe. "She's so pretty!" She muttered excitedly.

Stein rolled back to a spot in front of his desk and crossed his arms over the back of the chair. All the students stared. She obviously felt uneasy and very uncomfortable, since she had been blushing and trying to hide her face with her silvery white bangs. Maka looked up from her book. The girl was adorable, a little short but adorable. She had the same blood red eyes as Soul and her hair was nearly the same shade of white. The over sized yellow sweater she wore gave her a cute childish appearance, while the large ribbon she used to tie up her thick ponytail made it even more sweet. The wooly sweater covered her wrists and hands, giving her cute sweater paws. Her skirt was short, pink and frilly. Ox in the back of the class was drooling all of a sudden. Kim lifted up her leg and gave him a swift kick in the side of the head, sending him tumbling down the desk bleachers. Soul never seemed to notice her until she was seated next to Crona. The only other available seat.

She waved nervously to Soul in the seat across her and he had to take a double look. Even Maka noticed the similarity and noted him on it. Yanking out his earphones he gawked, making her more insecure.

"It seems we have a new student. Go on stand up and tell everyone about yourself." He spoke. Voice raspy and as creepy as ever.

She lifted herself from the desk and looked down at the ground. Her tiny weak voice spoke up. "My name is Luna Evans, I-I'm from New York."

Several students in the back rows and squealed whenever she spoke. Flustering about how adorable she was. Crona never bothered to glance in her direction. He could feel a panic attack coming on. Someone had decided to sit in the empty desk next to him. A whole foot's length from touching him. Crona started to shake nervously. Soul gave him a suspicious glare. Maka continued to read her novel.

"Calm down everyone it's just a new student, copy down the rest of the notes or I'll dissect all of you." Stein argued, lighting up a cigarette.

Maka leaned over towards Soul and whispered "Is that her?" Peering over at the new student.

"In the flesh I suppose." He cupped his hands around his mouth and whispered. "Hey Luna!"

Her head turned to the left and she spotted the voice seated next to a blond girl. Soul didn't know what to say. Luna waved and smiled nervously. At the door, she had explained to Stein that she was Soul Evans younger sister, and he pointed to him in the desk bleachers. So this was the boy her grandmother had told her about. They certainly did look alike. In her mind she went over the thing's she'd heard about him. Such as they'd inherited the same Weapon ability. What would they talk about? What would he think of her. Soul mouthed the words meet us after school. She nodded shyly.

Luna reached down beside her desk and rummaged through her bag. She could feel the constant stares from all over the room and felt extremely vulnerable. When she hadn't found her notebook, tears welled up in her eyes. Sighing, she looked around for support but Soul had been distracted with whatever was on his phone. The woman seated next to him was deep in her novel.

Unprepared on the first day, what a loser! Luna thought to herself.

Quickly she glanced over at the tall pink haired boy next to her and she spoke gently. "Uhm... E-Excuse me do you have a notepad I could b-borrow? She fiddled her fingers together feeling shy at having to speak up.

He seemed to jump at her mere words. A shy blush crept across his cheeks and he shakily reached into his book bag for a notepad. Crona thought about what kind of perfume she had been wearing, which almost smelled like lavender. Pulling out a brand new book, he placed a pen on top of it holding the edge of it out to her. Trying his hardest to avoid eye contact. Before she could reach it the pen rolled off the notebook and clattered onto the floorboards beneath them. Both Luna and Crona reached down for the pen at the same time, their heads smacking into each other. Crona wanted to kill himself right there.

Goodbye. He thought. This is the end.

"Ow" She whispered. Throwing a sweater paw up to her head. The nervousness was getting to her and she felt as though a hundred eyes were watching her every move, judging her silently.

Crona threw his eyes the other way, his face burning bright red. Ragnarok bust free from between his shoulder blades and raged his chibi like fists at the girl. Crona jerked backwards at the sudden growth from his back. He could never get used to the feeling of Ragnarok bursting from his skin. Which happened often.

"Crona you bitch! New kid and you already got her hating you!" The little black blood demon roared, pulling on Crona's ears. The whole class nearly died from laughter at the tiny demon beating it's Meister. Luna looked terrified at the sight, I mean how often do you see a blood demon spill out of someone's back and yell at them?

"Please stop Ragnarok! I-I don't know how to deal with things like this!"

The class had gotten used to Ragnarok's little outbursts. Sometimes directed at people, in which he would use curse words and throw things if he wasn't beating up the pink haired boy beneath him. Crona felt so embarrassed for the rest of that class. His ears red from the rough treatment he'd received from his weapon. He hated his mother for what she'd done to him. Used him as an experiment instead of treating him like a child, and the outcome was a shy boy who was afraid of everything and anything. With a black blood demon that had an unruly temper and mouth to match. For the longest time, he'd never experienced anything called love or friendship. Not even affection. Until Medusa the witch had been defeated a few years back. He'd been taken into the hands of the DWMA. Never had he ever felt such appreciation for what he could do. For the first time, he'd actually had loving friends.

Luna had waited until everyone had left the class before leaving. She was too short and would get tossed around in the barrage of tall students exiting the class. readjusting her bag on her shoulder, she realized that she still had the strange boy's notebook and pen. On the front of the book, in small cursive letters was the name: Crona Gorgon

The bell rung in it's usual two tone chime to signal that it was break period. She wandered around the school aimlessly trying to look for the cafeteria. On the way there she passed Soul and Maka who'd been talking to a muscly blue haired boy. Standing beside him was a beautiful Japanese girl with very large breasts. As she had noted. Luna's breasts weren't even half the size of hers. She wore a tight white dress that showed some cleavage. It reached down to her ankles with a hip-high slit going up the side of her right leg. A black scarf covered her neck and she wore her long black hair in a ponytail. Sewn over her right breast was a yellow star. Luna shyly tugged Soul on the sleeve of his shirt and he turned around, fingers still laced on the back of his head. She was greatly intimidated by the Japanese lady's perfect woman-like body.

"Soul can you t-tell me where the cafeteria is?" She asked cautiously.

Tsubaki's eyes sparkled. "Oh wow Soul she's so cute!"

The blue haired muscly boy jumped in front of her in an instant. Grabbing her tiny hands and holding them close. "You don't need a lazy older brother like Soul here, I'll be your big brother because who wouldn't want the great Black Star as-"

Soul had given the blue haired ninja a kick to the head. Sending him flying comically. Maka hugged her and said something about how she'd hoped they'd get to know each other sometime.

"Cafeteria is down to the right. Don't let anyone push you around Luna." He told. "Wait for us after school so you can come over to our place. Got a lot to ask."

Luna nodded and hurried off to the end of the hall. The cafeteria had been crammed full of students. Long rectangular tables lined the room and the kitchen was placed on the left. Nearly all the tables were full and she was about to decide against sitting in the cafeteria when she'd spotted Crona in the right corner. Trying her best to dodge students or tripping she shuffled towards the boy failing to eating sushi with chopsticks.

"C-Can I sit here?" She asked. He nodded without looking. Awkwardly sitting across from the boy.

Sorting through her book bag, she pulled out a bag with a small container full of strawberries and another with leftover pasta. She placed the notebook on the table with the pen and slid them across to Crona. He noticed the same scent he'd smelled earlier, lavender.

"I forgot to give it back to you after class. I'm so sorry." She muttered. Her slight Italian accent catching her words.

The boy lifted a piece of sushi up to his mouth and it fell back into the container. "W-Why are you apologizing?" He shook nervously. This had been the longest he'd ever talked to someone at school.

"Uhm, I don't know... I thought you were going to be mad that I had to ask you for your notebook, a-and then never gave it back to you." She blushed. His pink hair reminded her of her favorite flowers. Strangely.

Come on say something to her! This is too awkward and I don't think I can deal with situations like this! Crona thought to himself. He ended up having to stab the sushi on the end of the chopstick to eat it.

He watched her through his bangs trying to think of some way to break the silence. He was just so terribly socially awkward that even sitting next to people made him uncomfortable. It would have made for a decent time for Ragnarok to burst out of his back. Though his screaming and swearing would attract the attention of the whole cafeteria and he didn't think he could deal with that much attention. She slurped up a fork full of spaghetti, using the napkin to wipe her mouth afterwards.

Stop staring at her you idiot! you will make her uncomfortable and then then everything will be just so embarrassing. Crona looked away suddenly.

"So w-where are you from?" Her tiny voice perked up. Chrona had been intently staring at the spec of dirt on the table. He felt relieved that she was making small talk. He'd gotten better at talking to people over the years, since he'd finally had friends.

"I'm n-not sure. D-Death city I think." He was jumbled for words. His nervousness was getting to him.

"Wow that's so awesome. Im originally from Italy... But we moved to New York when I was a child." She went on, Crona caught her eyes for a second. Noticing they were the same red like Soul's. She made them cute.

The same red that was slowly making his face hot and his anxiety skyrocket. He racked his brain for something to say, but his social anxiety was making it impossible for him to make clear words.

"I-I'm sorry for hitting your h-head in class L-Luna." He blurted out.

"That's fine." She tilted her head to the side and smiled. At least this boy was as shy as she was, it made her feel happier to know she wasn't the only one with social anxiety.

Crona had draped his bangs over his eyes like a curtain and had seen when she'd smiled. Their was something about her smile that made him quiver. He felt weak and vulnerable towards this girl.

"Your a good listener Crona. I hope we can be better friends! I've never really had a friend before because I'm so shy." She sighed. "People used to pick on me because I'm so short and I get so flustered when I talk to people."

The bell wrung again and they collected their things. Waiting for all the other students to leave first before daring to face the crowd. Their was the sound of flesh bursting and Ragnarok sprouted his tiny little arms over Crona's head. Crona jerked and flailed his arms around for a second.

"You slut! Making my Meister all embarrassed!" He pointed a gloved mitten at her. "You should be ashamed!"

"Ragnarok! Stop it I don't think I can deal with things like this!"

Luna had a grossed out look on her face. The large talking growth on his back seemed to creep her out. It's words made her see flashbacks of incidents that had happened at her old school. As Crona was in yet another scuffle with the demon, she turned and left. Not wanting to be of interference. She was confused as to what the thing in his back was. It could talk, and it liked to beat the boy up. Crona had to catch up.

"D-Do you, er... W-Want to walk to class? W-with me?" He shook nervously. He hated walking into a class alone. One of his many fears.

"Sure if you want! I don't know where any of the classes are..." She smiled again. Crona avoided eye contact.