This my very first story with like actual chapters and stuff. I wrote a little one shot awhile back called Empty Frames (hint hint, wink wink :P) but this story will be way longer.
Background: This story inspired by the book/movie "The Five People You Meet in Heaven." I saw the movie on DVD with my mom (she read the book and I was bored). It's about an old man who dies and goes to heaven. In heaven he meets five people that somehow effected his life. Each person has a story to tell and a lesson to teach. Anyway it's really good and made me cry ( which is hard to do) and I would recommend it to anyone who likes weird heart filled movies.
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater and if I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfics about it.
I do not own "The Five People You Meet in Heaven" either.
Five Souls
Chapter 1: By Poprockz
I glared at the little boy standing five feet away from me. He proudly held a pre-kisin soul in front of his face grinning ear to ear.
My glare was thankfully hidden behind my mask. If I remember correctly the boy's name is Andrew. He was a good kid who works hard and collects many souls. That wasn't my problem. It was his greasy dirty blond hair that defied all gravity sticking out in random areas with no reason that vexed me so.
IT. WAS. ASYMMETRICAL.
I clench my hands, trying not to give into the temptation to pull out my scissors, strap Andrew down, and give him a symmetrical make- over.
Get a hold of yourself Kid! You're a Shiginami now; you can't run around Shibusen with scissors and measuring tapes attacking all of the asymmetrical brats.
A very tempting idea, but I'm sure everyone would fear that the madness had covered the world and I was infected… again.
For the past hundred or so years I've had to fulfill my Shiginami duties despite the asymmetry that filled this world. After my father's mysterious disappearance from Death City I took on his role as Shinigami.
How he managed to leave while his soul was still surrounding the school is beyond me. After years without a hint as to where he was we eventually gave up the search and I assumed his role.
I turned to the boy, trying my best to look into his eyes and ignore his shameful hair. "Thank you very much meister Andrew Simis and weapon Alicia Grace for recovering the pre-kishin soul. I believe that makes", I paused, calculating in my head, "thirty-seven pre-kishin souls."
"Thank you very much Shiginami-sama", Alicia said sweetly bowing her head.
For some strange reason her blonde hair and emerald eyes reminded me of someone I once knew.
"You are excused now," I replied as the two left the Death Room.
An old feeling of déjà vu swept my mind.
"Good morning Shiginami-sama", said my overly peppy Death Weapon, Emma.
"Emma" I answered, nodding in her direction, too bothered by my unusual feelings to return her cheeriness.
"I told you, call me Emma-chan! That's what my sister and friends call me."
"Where is Mia anyways?" I asked, ignoring the nickname. Mia was Emma's identical twin sister who is my other Death Weapon. I refused to have only one weapon; it isn't symmetrical. Besides I'm the Shiginami! If I wanted two weapons then I got two weapons!
"Shiginami-sama? Ooooiiii~ Shiginami-sama!" Emma shouted annoyingly.
"What is it?" I said receiving a headache from her shouting.
"I said Mia is out on a mission. You sent her on it, don't you remember?"
Missions… I remember my first mission with my old partners, Liz and Patti. I haven't thought about those two in a long time...
"Shinigami-sama, are you feeling all right? You're acting so weird today."
I frantically glance around the room looking for some sort of excuse for my behavior, noting the crosses in the Death Room I exclaimed, "The cross directly in front of me is two inches too close to the other crosses surrounding it."
It was actually perfectly fine, but the last thing I needed was Emma on my case, so one little lie wouldn't kill her.
She instantly pulled a measuring tape and leveler from her belt (that just so happened to be strapped around her black dress) and began checking it over. I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. She knew me so well.
"Um, I'm pretty sure it's perfect, but I could check again…"
"No, no I just need to rest, I think I'm developing a headache."
I sat down on a thick, perfectly symmetrical, chair. Not even a minute later, two students entered, a meister and his weapon. Emma instantly began to nag about their inability to collect souls while on missions.
"Who cares about souls!" said the loud-mouthed red head.
"I am so great that souls mean nothing! I will transform Sarah into the greatest Death Weapon the world has ever seen!"
It is ever so tempting to hit this child upside the head, but I know I shouldn't beat the students. If only... Poor girl, it must require so much effort to keep him in line and not receive any souls from the ordeal.
"I will definitely be the best the best, huh Sarah?" She nods, giving him a small smile.
I can't help but smile at this girl. She must have an endless supply of patience.
Looking at the bouncing boy and quiet girl took me back. Memories from ages ago flooded my mind.
Tsubaki… BlackStar… the mission… search parties… her tears…
It all came back.
Why? Why am I remembering all of this? It remained dormant in my mind for a hundred years. Why has it chosen now to awaken?
"Shiginami-sama? Are you all right?" Sarah asked, concerned .
"I'm fine, you are excused. Please return to your class." I replied.
"Emma, will you take over for me? I am going home to rest." I said turning towards the mirror.
"Yes Shiginami-sama, feel better!"
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I walked into my house from the mirror. The Shinigami home is a secret apartment in Shibusen that only the Shiginami's know of. I walked along the hall, running my fingers along the perfectly white walls. Ahh home, my favorite place in all of Death City.
Upon entering the bathroom I removed my Death Mask and began to wash my face. It is a rule for all Shiginamis to wear the mask at all times.
'The face of Death must remain unknown' is the answer I received when I was young and wanted to know why I had never seen my own father's face.
As the water continued to drip down my face, I studied my features. I still had my golden eyes that could see though one's soul, literally. My smile was perfectly symmetrical. I looked a bit older than I did when I first began wearing the mask. More experienced. My hair was raven black with three white lines across it. The lines of Sanzu, as they where called, finally connected when I became Shiginami. My Shiginami skin showed no lines or wrinkles. One hundred and eighty years old yet I don't look a day past thirty.
I slowly walk away from the mirror. What better way to relax than to spend the rest of the day cleaning? With that frame of mind I gathered up my cleaning supplies and began working.
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42- 42- 564, or death death kill was written on a smoky mirror. Someone was trying to contact Shiginami. I groan from my bed. There was always something. Swinging my feet over my bed I crept over to the mirror. With my mask in its place I ask, "This is Shiginami, what is your emergency?"
"Shiginami, there is a situation, you're needed in the Death Room immediately!"
The figure was masked by darkness. Its voice was unmemorable. "I will be there in a minute."
Walking though the mirror I enter the Death Room. The eerie silence gave the room an ominous feeling.
Turning towards the shadowy figure I ask, "What is the emergency?" It remained silent.
"Well speak up!"
"Shi- ni- ga- mi" It said, uncurling each syllable in an unusual way. "You should worry more about yourself." It said before a single shot was fired into the night.
I'd like to thank Anime Karasu for fixing my endless spelling errors. You get a cupcake with a Morgan Alarm so she can't scrap the icing off. I'd also like to thank any of you that read Empty Frames and left a review. Your comments made me happy and encouraged me to write this chapter.
Yeah I know, I threw in my nickname, couldn't resist. My name is Emily, but my close friends call me Emma-chan.
By the way, I know this chapter kinda sucked. I'm terrible when it comes to first chapters. I promise the next chapter will be way better. I'm not sure when I'll update, but Friday was my last day of school, so I should have lots of time. No promises!
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