Destiny.

AN: This was an idea I got while drawing, I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I'm only going to say this once I don't own Soul Eater if I did Soul and Maka would be married.

Prologue.

It wasn't his blood drenched clothing that made Latrell Rodriquez shake. Nor was it the fact that his weapon partner Kevin Cano had died right before his very eyes moments before. It was fear that made him tremble. Pure gut wrenching fear.

His mind was screaming and begging for him to turn around and run while he still could but, his heart wouldn't let him. He had a promise to do his duty at the Weapon Revival and Creation Association at all cost and damn it he was going to keep it. He had lost everything on this warm April day. His Family, his friends, and…his partner but his job was not going on the list!

He felt his heart stop as he reached the huge metal doors that lead to his boss's office.

'No turning back now…' The meister thought to himself as he pushed the cold hard doors wide open.

As the doors slammed shut behind him he scurried to his knees bowing in respect.

"What do you want now." Came his bosses voice loud and dripping with authority and power.

His voice alone made Latrell shiver. "W-Well you see sir…." He trailed off before looked up quickly to see if his boss was facing him. He sighed in relief.

His boss was facing the window just like he almost always was.

"Rodriquez! I am a very buzzy man with man things to do. Do not waste my time with such foolish things as stuttering. Speak loud and professional so I may hear you." The large voice boomed again almost deafening the poor man.

"Yes Sir." Latrell took a large deep breath before blurting it all out. "Well you see sir the kishin was acting strange. He wasn't exhibiting normal behaviors and it worried us, so one of the workers was sent in to check and see if it was sick or something but we underestimated its strength by alot and it escaped and killed a third of our staff!"

His boss turned around so swiftly Latrell didn't even see it coming when a chain wrapped tightly around his neck and raised him several feet into the air.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU USE MY WEAPONS?!"

"W-we couldn't sir." Latrell chocked out this was the third time he'd seen his bosses rough and cold face out of the 17 long regretful years he's worked here and it wasn't any more pleasant than the last two.

"AND WHY NOT!"

"Th-They have not made any progress!" Latrell said desperately.

The chain only tightened. "WHA DO YOU MEAN!"

" Weapon A36- C-Cant transform into anything yet and B48 can o-only turn into scissors!" As soon as he was released from his bosses iron grip. Latrell gasped and tried to force down as much air as possible down his throat causing him to choke and cough in the process.

"I give them 10 years! If they cant master more of there power by then its your head! I trust you know what to do."

"Y-yes Sir" Latrell sobbed. He had thought the pain was over until the ice cold steel chain whipped him across the face leaving a large red mark that would never go away.

"Real men don't cry! Now get out of my sight!"

Latrell scrambled out of the office. 'So that was the power of a chain scythe huh? They'll surpass even him someday. Just you wait.'

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