Okay, so this is just a random idea for a Soul Eater fanfic that popped into my head, but I'll try to stay close to the chapter until I have to go off on my own. This might be a one-shot, it may not be and can have some more chapters. It just kinda depends on what I think/reviews I receive. Anyways, here I go! Hope my fanfic writing skills aren't too rusty!

Essentially, this is the fight that is happening in Chapter 80 with Noah v. Death the Kid v. Black Star v. Maka v. everyone else I forgot to mention. With the summoning of the Hora (Horror) Dragon, Noah pulls out one of his big guns, determined to drag Kid back in the book of Eibon. Yet, Hora Dragon isn't the only creature he brings out, but the latter piece of his collection hits much more closer to home for the Soul Eater gang than what they believed was possible.

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"Until you value yourself, you won't value your time. Until you value your time, you will not do anything with it."

-M. Scott Peck

:prologue.

At times, time itself breathed calmly through their veins, but there was no perception of night or day to the two of them. They were beside one another, weapon and meister, forever meant to support one another through their lives. They were the only witnesses to the sluggish voyage of the clock's hands as it journeyed across the face. Its steady ticking made for the only accompanying beat with the slow beating of their hearts. They were allowed to lay there in a frozen moment in time, able to enjoy the peace when it was theirs to have.

But other times, the clocks beat was too fast for comfort; the room with its numerous objects began to smear together with nauseating velocity. Their breathing was labored and their hearts hurt from franticly beating like a trapped bird inside of a cage. They could not get up and leave. They could not move. There was nothing they could do. They were trapped inside of a motionless race. Lying there next to one another, they could merely try and make sense of a living nightmare.

Yet, neither of these occurred often. Instead, they were forced to live through time one heartbeat at a time, each second taking just as long as the next one. They could feel themselves growing older the longer they remained motionless. Truth be told, they were trapped; cornered and pinned down by an opponent they had failed to beat. Trophies for the victory, they were meant to remain there until seen fit to leave. Their screams could not be heard. They were to never be let out.

Unless they were called to be pawns for Him.

:endprologue.

I know, it's short. But I'm going to try and upload the actual first chapter next. Wish me luck!

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