Spartoi Revived Chapter 1: Allow Me to Reintroduce Myself, a soul eater fanfic

Author's Note: Originally I was going to make one long ongoing fic of my SE characters, but then I decided, F it, gonna introduce you to these kiddies, let you get to know something about them, develop 'em and then bring out the big guns. So, here it is, a continuation of my fic Same Story, New Path. What lies ahead for the children of the original Spartoi group? Can they survive the madness that lies ahead? Better yet, can they survive themselves?

Disclaimer: I don't own the Soul Eater cast BUT I do own all the original characters you'll be reading about.

Chapter 1: Allow Me to Reintroduce Myself

Fear had a way of making the most level headed individuals break down. Even government lost its so called balanced structure when leaders are blinded by their own paranoia. Death City was no stranger to this. The city had always been ruled under Shinigami, with a governmental system that revolved around keeping the minimal order that the weapon and meisters couldn't. However, over time, a new system had been developed. Shinigami was bringing these people into the city in order to not just protect citizens, but outsiders. It was all over the news, students of Shibusen going to areas of the world to take on new threats that arose. For that reason alone, the citizens of Death City had long since developed a governmental system similar to normal cities. It had to be done. They needed to keep themselves safe for any and every possible threat.

They knew what Shibusen stood for and were well aware of what they had to endure daily, however, officials were starting to question the validity of the school and the safety of everyday "normal" citizens. Kid grimaced at the term when he had first heard it while sitting around a table with many of Death City's government representatives as well as other out of state reps. They were going on about how they felt that Shibusen and all associated with it were potential threats to them. How were they, regular citizens with no power or special ability, supposed to protect themselves from such beings? It was disgusting, but Kid had to find ways to express to the people that they wanted nothing more to live in just as much peace as Death City citizens wanted to. That the students were children and even orphans themselves that looked at not only the school but the city as their home.

Some things weren't always as easy to explain and arriving back at his school, the school his father founded, and thinking of the three year battle he had been going through in order to keep his kind safe, the Shinigami couldn't help but to drop in his seat in bury his face in his hands in defeat. What was he missing? Who and how were these people being manipulated so easily? More importantly, how was he supposed to expose to the world that behind it all, Shibusen was full of regular, everyday citizens as well, no matter how different they were for the others in the city?

Dropping back in his seat, Death the Kid leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, letting out a slow sigh. He would have to have a meeting with the staff explaining what was to come. After all, he knew that they weren't going to be accepting of what he had to give in to. Worst yet, he had a new batch of students and THIS to deal with. There was a knock on his door and peaking open a golden eye, the Shinigami allowed himself to relax at the sight of his wife entering the office. "Hey, how'd everything go?" she asked in a light tone, closing the door behind her.

"Could have been better." He answered, allowing himself to send her a defeated sigh. "You're not going to be too happy with what's to come. I don't think anyone will be." He watched as Liz unceremoniously dropped a thick folder onto his desk and took the seat across from him. She leaned into her seat, flipping her dark blonde hair over her shoulder and pinning her husband with an expectant look that soon went to her perfectly trimmed nails.

"So what's the damage?" She asked. The weapon was focused on her nails for a long while before she looked up at her meister and husband with a slight frown. "Kid?"What was the best way to explain what was coming? Shifting, the Shinigami cleared his throat.

"It's time we show the world there's more to this place than meets the eye."

Standing over her snoring partner, fifteen year old Ava Rung couldn't help but to let out an exasperated sigh. It had been three years since she entered Shibusen and her soul bond brought her to the snoozing sandy haired thirteen year old she was standing over. The two year age difference had never played as much of a hindrance for them, but from time to time she had to catch herself to prevent treating him as less than her equal. At the same time, the pipsqueak wasn't ten years old anymore. He was still shorter than most boys, but he made up for it in personality and loyalty... and she supposed he was kind of cute. He definitely looked different than the rest of her classmates with his bright golden eyes and messy golden brown hair. A fond smile crossed her face as she reached out and brushed some hair from his face.

"Ava?" Cracking an eye open, he fixed her with a groggy golden stare. "The hell are you doin'?" She stiffened and shuffled away from him, slightly embarrassed at being caught in such an affectionate position.

"N-nothing! I was coming to see if you were awake!" She squeaked as he sat up, staring at her blearily, his usually hat covered hair standing out in every which direction.

"Wha' time's it?" he grumbled out, reaching absently out for his clock, which was buried under haphazardly tossed clothing.

"6:45. I've started breakfast and already showered." Ava answered, watching as the weapon slid from bed, tripping on air as he stretched.

"Pancakes I hope."

"Course," Sending a smile over at her, Rion began searching the room for his uniform. Bare back exposed, Ava's heart sank at the sight of the scars down the flesh. She always felt sick when she saw them. "Rion..." The first time she had seen the marks he told her with a cheery smile that they were because he was a screw up and had to be punished. She still couldn't understand the full meaning of those words and he made no effort to explain.

"Ava I can't find my school shirt!" The whining voice of her partner snapped the girl from her thoughts. He was looking at her with an expectant expression. "Lemme borrow one of yours!" She blinked.

"What? No! You couldn't fit anyway!" she snapped swiftly, turning on her heel and leaving the junk yard of a room.

"Why not? I need a- oh wait! Found it!" he called triumphantly, giving the article of clothing an experimental sniff. She rolled her eyes. Sometimes she wondered how they worked so well together.

Staring critically in the mirror at herself, Aimee tousled her wavy red hair once more before leaning forward and with a wrinkled nose, adjusted her breasts before a content smile crossed her face. She really didn't enjoy much about wearing a uniform, especially since she was 19 and her classmates were a good four years younger than her, so she liked to put her own bit of sex appeal to it. She paid no attention to the groggy 17 year old standing in the bathroom doorway. "Are you done?"

"Good morning to you too, sunshine." The dark haired boy glowered even further as the red head proceeded to apply lip gloss. "Relax Liam. I'll be right out." she giggled.

"You cleaned out the shower when you were done, right?" He asked, earning a roll of the eyes from the woman. Her meister was a strange case and it wasn't just because of the two white stripes on the left side of his head.

"Yes, and I put the cleaner right back in its original spot." She answered, standing straight with an accomplished smile. "I was thinking we could make a stop and Death Bucks this morning on our way to school. I want to try a new latte that Lyra-senpai told me about." She informed, still not leaving the bathroom as her partner examined her cleaning job.

"If we have time. I was supposed to be getting to school to speak with my dad before classes." Liam answered distractedly, his light blue eyes focused. Aimee watched him easily from the mirror. She had always been slightly intrigued by her partner. He always had this poised way about him, despite his break downs when things were a smudged or dirty. He was more tame than he had been when they first met, but clearly old habits died hard.

"Maybe if you weren't so busy doing a run through before showering we'd have time for pit stops?" she suggested, turning around and learning into the sink with her arms crossed an a knowing look on her face as her partner stood and glared at her.

"I said I'm working on it!" he growled impatiently, a spark flashing in his eyes causing her to giggle.

"Yeah, I know." She answered, pushing off the sink and bumping her shoulder to his arm, noting he really had finally gotten a little taller than her, as she walked out the bathroom. "Just hurry and get ready. I don't want to miss seeing the orientation kids coming in." He grunted in response and slammed the door after her.

Always the gentleman.

He wasn't sure how he had the patience for his partner sometimes. The guy was nearly impossible sometimes, but maybe years of friendship brought about so much tolerance, acceptance and understanding… well as much understanding as Shinigami would allow. Standing in the doorway of his partner's room, toothbrush in mouth, Aiden watched as his long time friend practically trashed his room trying to find his favorite cargo vest with the Shibusen seal on it. The fact that he still wore that worn out thing was amazing. "You can always get a new one y'know." He finally spoke up. There was a few moments of shuffling before his partner's annoyed face appeared from the other side of the bed.

"No, I need that one. It's my lucky vest!" Gabe answered, green eyes flashing in annoyance. "You know that. We have the same discussion every year for the past three years!" Aiden rolled his eyes all the same.

"What luck do you need? You're not a first year anymore. All we have to do is go to that lame ceremony and head to homeroom." The dark haired boy reminded his irritable companion. Sitting in the middle of his mess of a room, Gabe glowered.

"That's the point," He informed and crossed his arms, pointing a finger in a knowing way. "It's about tradition. Every year Ayame wears the star clip in her hair that her dad got her from some magi in a small town and Zeke wears the EAT pin that his dad used to wear on the corner of his school jacket. Then there's Rion with that hot and did you know that Ava has some giraffe socks even she wears the first day of school?" He was ranting and Aiden knew it. "Not to mention Liam is doing the introductory speech this year and YOU have the goggles from since we were kids STILL around your neck or on your head no matter what so I don't see why I can't wear my lucky vest!" He finished. Rolling his eyes, the weapon shrugged a shoulder and turned on his heal back towards the bathroom.

"Try checking the hallway closet." He said easily before turning the corner. He could make out the scrambling and stumbling as he kicked the bathroom door closed behind him. The short summer break they got from Shibusen was always fun, but the first day back was just as exciting for them as it was for "average" people.

They grew up together, had sleep overs here and there, fought, ended up going to school together, becoming partners, and now lived together yet there were just some things you could never get used to. Groggy and wishing there were another week left of break, Zeke tried to ignore his partner's annoyed voice as he dragged himself from bed and sluggishly pulled open his door, staring blearily down at the equally groggy, dark haired female in front of him. She looked a mess with her long dark hair up in some horrible excuse of a bun at the top of her hair and oversized t-shirt (his, he had noted). "What?" he asked, wrinkling his nose in disapproval. She narrowed her eyes.

"We're running late, idiot." She answered and lifted an old alarm clock in his face. "We were supposed to be up and getting ready an hour ago!" Grimacing, Zeke pushed the clock from his face and grunted.

"Who gives a damn? No one cares about the entrance ceremony their third year." He muttered. Ayame frowned even more.

"But this year is different. Liam's giving the speech and we should be there." She countered, sticking her hand out and stopping her tired partner from closing the door in her face. She glared at him. "Why don't you stop being a brat and grow up." He raised an eyebrow.

"A brat? You're too cute Aya." He scoffed as she puffed her suddenly reddening cheeks. "You're the one who could use a little growing, pipsqueak."

"Hey now!" she growled only to freeze when he reached out and gave her chest a poke.

"Though I suppose something has grown, huh?" Face now red as her partner laughed, Ayame jumped back and folded her arms over her breasts indignantly.

"What the hell is your problem, sicko!" she screeched. His smirk faded and he rolled his eyes, turning on his heel and walking into his room.

"I'll be ready in twenty." He spoke before dropping, on his face, into his mattress. He turned his head, watching as his flustered and annoyed partner shuffled away from his room with a huff. He smiled slightly to himself. Was she always that cute? He groaned miserably at the thought and pushed himself up. He needed to stay focused. He had other things to worry about before he could think about crushes or dating. They were entering their third year of Shibusen.

He wanted to have at least ONE normal year of school.

Like most things, if you're exposed to it long enough it loses it appeal and fascinating qualities. In fact, it just becomes a natural part of your everyday existence. For that, Soul Evans barely even lifted his eyes from the file in his arms as he finished up the thousandth step that brought him to the landing of Shibusen. There was excited chatter of early arrivals that filled the air, but he simply continued on his way, easily maneuvering around the student and into the entrance, walking flawlessly to his office. He had the journey memorized. Let's face it, he had to do the trip since he was twelve years old, and having his own office for nearly twenty years was just a little something extra to add to his daily travels. However, he wasn't always prepared for what he'd meet with once he entered his personal space.

"Morning sensei." Snapping from his personal thoughts, Soul lifted his eyes to meet with entertained golden ones of a silver haired, curvy young woman. "I was wondering how long you'd be. I was hoping Star-sensei would be with you." The girl hummed, kicking her feet off of the man's desk and feigning a pout.

"Lyra, what're you doing here?" The weapon asked in exasperation, flipping the folder closed and tossing it into a pile of other work to tend to. The girl merely shrugged. Lyra Stein really was an interesting case. A beautiful girl and would appear to be mysterious, until she opened her mouth. She was a fire cracker, but could back up all her words just as well. All that could really be questioned of her was her infatuation with Black Star.

"I wanted to check out the newbies." The girl hummed, standing and gliding her fingers across the surface of Soul's desk as she moved. "Honestly, this place is really going downhill with the lazy ass brats that have been trying to run this place." She muttered and Soul rolled his eyes.

"You're one to talk." He retorted, brushing past the young woman and dropping into his seat. He kicked up his feet, leaned back and closed his eyes as he laced his fingers behind his head. "You're still missing that last recommended soul, girly." At this, Lyra spun around and faced the white haired death scythe with a defeated groan. She crossed her arms, poking her hip out as she stood and threw her head back.

"Senseeeeei," She whined. "What the hell am I supposed to do when we're only allowed to hunt witches that are a threat!" she complained. "Ares is just itchin' to be done with this! We can get a real position doing real missions once he's a death scythe!"

"There's more to it than just that." The girl stood straight and spun around as Maka walked into the room, her face serious and hands on her hips as she eyed the young woman. "You're not a child anymore Lyra. You could at least do some work around the school while you're here. Student or not." Soul allowed a hint of a smile grace his lips at his wife's executive ways. Why was it she had to speak like she was in a meeting nearly everywhere she went? Standing straight, though attitude still evident in her stance, Lyra spoke up.

"C'mon Maka-sensei. You know I don't have a place teaching any one in this school." She informed causing the older woman to purse her lips in disapproval.

"You would do good to be of use. Even Ares has been tutoring and assisting." She chastised. The silver haired girl grimaced, muttering something under her breath that sounded like 'kiss ass'. "You need to give back to the place that made you who you are. You shouldn't be so selfish." Maka continued.

"Harsh much?" Maka frowned over her shoulder and Lyra perked up significantly when Black Star came walking in, Tsubaki at his side. Soul quirked a brow at Stein's daughter as she spun to fully face the new comers, a sweet smile now on her face. And was she poking out her chest as well?

"Good morning, Tsubaki-sensei. Star-sensei." Lyra spoke brightly. Tsubaki returned the smile, but Black Star gave a simple wave, walking by her and dropping into the cushy seat in Soul's office.

"The entrance ceremony will be starting soon, Lyra. Don't you want to be there? You've missed them every year since you came back." Tsubaki informed. The girl slouched some.

"I'm not particularly interested." She answered dully.

"It would do you good to go." Maka cut in. "This ceremony is different from what you experienced when you attended. A based on soul bonds. Maybe you and Ares can try it for fun. See how strong your bond is over the time that's passed."

"That's a great idea. Maybe we should do it too." Tsubaki laughed lightly, sitting on the arm of the seat her husband was slouched in. He sent her an entertained grin.

"What for? My soul would connect me to you even if you were all the way back in Japan." He bragged and smiled smugly as she laughed and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. Lyra rolled her eyes, nose wrinkled in disapproval.

"I'm waiting for you to tell me I don't have a choice and to get out because you have more adult things to discuss." She muttered.

"Well I guess that saves us the trouble since you knew it was coming." Soul spoke up. "Ares is with your old man. Get him and go down for the ceremony. There's something the upper classmen have to be at afterwards anyway. I expect to see you."

"Right." The young woman gave a careless wave over her shoulder as she walked out the room.

"Her skirt's too short." Maka muttered, nose wrinkled. "Do they honestly make the uniform skirts that short or did she have it hiked up more?" Soul scoffed.

"You're one to talk. Yours wasn't very modest when we were in school." He informed and ignored his wife's indignant look. Kicking his feet down from his desk, the white haired weapon sat up straight and let out a slow sigh as he fixed his long time companions with a serious look. "So, I had a little meeting with Kid this morning…"

Another year and it was as if nothing had changed. Yes, there were new faces, and every so often maybe Shinigami would allow the students to try something new- like the year when they were allowed to have something called a Sadie Hawkins- but at the end of the day, it was still Shibusen. Home. He had been away for quite a while, so in a way, Ares was more than happy to help out around the school. Granted, his partner wanted nothing more than to travel and become stronger, he didn't mind the modest life. Leaning back in his seat with a content sigh, the weapon glanced expectantly over his shoulder, green eyes falling on the short-tempered female walking into the room. "Good morning sunshine." He greeted only for the silver haired beauty to scowl further.

"Shut up, goon." She muttered. She walked over to his desk, easily hopping up and taking her seat on the surface, crossing one leg over the other as she leaned back on her palms and huffed. "It's being suggested that we go to this stupid ceremony." He cocked a brow.

"Oh yeah? I thought we didn't have to be there until the speech?" he asked, putting his arms behind his head as he leaned back heavily in his seat. Lyra simply shrugged a shoulder.

"I don't really want to go, but I feel like if we don't, Maka-sensei is gonna rip me a new one." She muttered, playing with loose strands of her hair distractedly and paying no mind to how attentively her partner had been watching her as he hummed in acknowledgement and allowed her to continue on her complaint tangent. How was it she could be so hot but so obnoxious? "Ares?" Snapping from his thoughts, the weapon looked up at his huffy partner.

"What?"

"You're not listening to me." She answered and slid off his desk. "Quit gawking at my legs and lets go." She muttered. Fighting back a blush, Ares stood up and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Why the hell would I be checking you out?" he asked and Lyra scoffed, looking over her shoulder at him indignantly.

"Why wouldn't you want to? This is a lot of amazing right here." She answered and it was her partner's turn to scoff.

"Cocky much?" he asked, falling in step with her as they made their way to the ceremony.

"Sometimes it can't be helped."

Author's Note: And welcome back to the series! If you haven't read the first installment, its called Same Story, New Path. You'll get the gist of who these kids are and what the have coming. Got predictions, questions, maybe even suggestions, then hit the review button and go right ahead! Reviews make the world go round.