PROLOGUE
I don't own Soul Eater, nor do I own Shingeki no Kyojin yay OOC SnK references.
Everything was quiet in the tavern, located in the corner of Death City, Nevada, until the door swung open. A white-haired boy stumbled inside, and his eyes were a dark crimson. The red shirt he wore underneath his disheveled black leather jacket was almost torn, and his hightops were scuffed up.
The bartender standing behind the counter shifted his gaze from the glass he was cleaning, to the albino boy. He looked at him with cold dark brown eyes, a slight frown on his face.
"Hello," the bartender greeted as the boy trudged over to the bar and sat down on a stool. "May I get you anything, mister...?"
"Soul," in a slurred voice, the white-haired male replied. "S-Soul Evans."
A chuckle could be heard from the bartender. "Ah, the ever-so-famous leader of Death's own weapon/meister group, Scandal," he ran a hand through his raven hair. "What are you doing here at Maria's?"
"I dunno," Soul replied leisurely. "I was just, y'know, wandering around. And I fo-found this place."
"Levi."
The bartender looked up, meeting the piercing gaze of a girl with dark brown hair thrown into a ponytail.
"He's tipsy," the girl said. "We should find a place for him to rest."
Levi let out an agitated sigh and set the glass in his hands down. "Let's take him to the room in the back, Hanji.."
Hanji nodded and rose from her seat at one of the tables and walked over to Soul, taking one of his arms. Levi took the other, and they pulled him through a door behind the counter.
"He-Hey, where are ya takin' me?" Soul looked at both of them.
"To a room where you can rest," Hanji grinned slightly.
The trio walked down a long hallway, and finally stopped at a door. Hanji opened it with the side of her arm and helped Soul inside. Levi let go of the albino and watched Hanji lay him down on a small bed.
"Sleep," Levi said.
And, just like that, Soul was out like a light.