I finally got around to writing a Soul Eater fanfic. So I hope you guys enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater, if I did…well… *evil smirk*

Black Blood Is Thicker Than Water – Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Kris's P.O.V.

"Hey…" someone was yelling, "Hey! Kristopher, get the hell up!"

She was using my full name, damn; she had to be pretty pissed at me. I opened my eyes, wincing at the sudden light, to see my Meister standing over me, her arms folded across her chest, and annoyance in her eyes. She was wearing her usual outfit, consisting of a black shirt with "While you're reading this, I'm stealing your soul" written on it, a leather jacket, black jeans, cyberpunk boots almost up to her knees and a metal dog-tag around her neck with 'Kitsune' engraved onto in in Japanese characters. As normal, her ginger hair was worn loose, and her fringe fell over one pale blue eye.

"What?" I said innocently.

"Kris, you moron!" she threw a pillow at me, "It's the first day of term, and it's midday!"

I sat bolt upright, running my fingers absent-mindedly through my scruffy dark brown hair, "No way…I was supposed to wake you wasn't I?"

"Yes!"

"Ah, well," I murmured, lying back down to go to sleep, "Momentai…we're already five hours late, a few more won't make a difference…"

She beat me repeatedly over the head with another pillow, and in-between whacks she snapped, "Don't tell me to relax! Get your lazy ass up now!"

"Alright, alright," I sighed, standing up and stretching, "I guess it is pretty important for us to actually go to this Weapon Academy, seeing as they don't often let people in after the first term is over…"

She nodded, and replied impatiently, "Come on then!"

We arrived at the school to find a group of students sitting around the entrance.

"Wow," a kid with spiky white hair and a weird headband commented, "You're even later than Kid was on his first day."

A ripple of laughter at the memory (and a glare from the one who I presumed to be Kid) followed. The only one who wasn't laughing aside from Kid was a tall, skinny boy (Uh…I think he was a guy anyway…I really couldn't tell) with short pink hair who was sitting it the corner, his arms wrapped around his knees.

Before I had chance to make fun of him, a girl with blonde hair tied up in pigtails and dull green eyes stood up. She was wearing a black coat over her uniform and a short skirt. "Hey," she greeted cheerfully, "You're the new students, right? The others got here ages ago. I'm Maka by the way."

"I'm Kris," I replied, "The social reject is my Meister; she likes to be called Kitsune. Don't call her by her real name ever-"

"What do you mean by 'others'?" Kitsune interrupted.

Maka blinked, and replied curiously, "Oh, didn't you know? There's another Meister that joined today. Her name's Channon and she's really depressing; her weapon's called Lucian. They're a little odd, but I'm sure they're nice enough really."

"No way," the guy with white hair added, "They're totally emo."

I laughed, much to everyone's surprise, "Great, just what I need," I glanced meaningfully at my Meister, "Another emo to hit me with things and probably mentally scar me for life."

"It was a pillow Kris," she sighed, "And I'm not emo…just-"

"Emo," I finished, ignoring the glare I got in return.

Maka smiled, "Come on you two, you're too late for classes now, but we can show you to your house."

"We get a house to ourselves?" I asked, hoping there was no catch.

"Yep," she replied, and then hesitated,"…well, you have to share with Channon and Lucian."

"Great," I sighed.

As Maka began to lead us away from the school, I noticed the pink haired boy from before following us. Eventually becoming annoyed with this, I turned around and snapped, "Hey! Quit stalking us!"

"I-I'm sorry…" he stammered, looking terrified, which really made me feel bad for yelling at him, "…I…uh…wasn't f-following you…"

Maka sighed, "Crona was following me; he doesn't like to be alone with the others for some reason…he's not really good with people."

"Sorry kid," I said, trying to sound apologetic, although I'm not sure if it worked. And I tried to ignore Crona as he continued to follow us until we reached a small house about ten minutes' walk from the school, just as it began to rain.

Maka knocked twice on the door, which was ignored as the rain got heavier. I could tell she was beginning to get annoyed, and she raised her hand to break the door down or something, when it was answered. A guy, about the same age as us, who I guess was Lucian, answered the door. Wow, he was emo. He was dressed all in black, with medium length soft-looking black hair, and emotionless grey eyes.

Lucian looked at me, and I shivered, although it might have been the fact that I was by now soaking wet from the freezing rain. He didn't say anything, but left the door open and stalked off inside. Just as he did so, a bright flash lit up the grey sky, making us all jump.

Kitsune's P.O.V

I jumped as lightning flashed in the sky, and thunder began to rumble over the pounding rain. Pausing as Kris walked into the house, I glanced back at Maka, who was soaking wet, and Crona who was visibly shaking.

"You guys should stay here until the rain eases off," I murmured.

"Okay," Maka replied gratefully, following me into the dimly lit house.

Crona cautiously followed, muttering a shy "T-Thanks…" as he walked by.

I opened the first door I came across, to what I assumed was the living room. It was small, and darkly painted, with a few candles in the corner the only light source.

A girl about the same age as me, who I presumed was Channon, with blue eyes and reddish-brown hair looked up from where she was sitting in the darkest corner and sighed, "Great, more random people."

She was wearing a red vest top with 'Bite Me' written on it and a checkered hoodie wrapped around her shoulders, playing absent-mindedly with the gothic cross necklace and choker around her neck; she also wore a black pleated skirt and long black socks, a skull-adorned belt around her waist, and buckled boots. The various bracelets around her wrist clicked together as she pulled out an iPod and began listening to it, choosing to ignore us completely.

Lucian was sat, arms crossed, on the arm of the black leather sofa, glaring at us. From behind me, Kris took of his grey hoodie, and ruffled his already messy hair.

"Well," he said, sprawling across the sofa in a manner that, to anyone but me, would seem relaxed, "This is a cheerful place."

"It sure is," Maka replied, sighing exasperatedly as Crona curled up in the nearest corner, his back to us.

"What the hell is wrong with that guy?" Channon added harshly, glaring at Crona. I could see in his face that Kris was silently agreeing.

"I could say the same thing about you." I retorted. I only did it for the annoyed 'I-Will-Kill-You' glare that I knew I would receive.

Kris knew as well as anyone that I would never defend anyone I didn't know…He learnt that the hard way. I almost let him get beaten to death…But that doesn't matter anymore, Kris wouldn't hold a grudge – I don't think he has the mental capacity to.

At least, that's what I thought.

Uh…fail ending much? I'll try and get the next chapter up soon, and…uh…please don't ask about the title, because I'm not sure that I understand it either.

R & R please?