Switching Souls
Hey everyone! :) This is a story about what would happen if the Soul Eater gang all switched bodies. I watched the anime recently and was inspired by it, and I thought this would be a fun idea to write about. There will be a bit of SoMa in here too for those of you that ship it. It takes place in the time that Crona was a student at the DWMA. It's my first ever fanfiction, so I hope you guys enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters nor the story of Soul Eater. The only thing that's mine is this story.
Chapter One
The sunny Tuesday morning started off like any other day. Soul awoke to the thick smell of eggs and bacon frying in a skillet and the smell of toast. He groggily crawled out of his bed and opened his bedroom door, only to be assaulted by Blair, the resident magical cat of the house who spent part of her time as a feline and the rest of her time as a sexy, large-breasted women, immediately upon exiting his room. As usual, her clothes did not leave much to the imagination.
"Hey, Scythey-Boy, do you want to skip school today and hang out with me instead?" she purred, winking and shoving her chest in his face, which despite being used to it by now, still caused him to break out in a nosebleed. He immediately put his finger up to his nose.
"Blair, it's too early for this," he said trying to avert his eyes from her breasts, but finding it difficult. "Just let me go eat breakfast and stop this nosebleed before-"
"Soul, breakfast is ready!" Maka called from the kitchen before walking down the hall to come get him. "Come on, it'll get cold if you don't hurry-" she stopped mid-sentence and looked at the scene in front of her. From her point of view, she saw Soul backed against a wall by a scantily-clad Blair who had her overly large breasts, which Maka would never admit that she was somewhat jealous of, hovering about two inches from her weapon's face. Everyone was quiet for a moment as she stared at the odd pair, and then suddenly, "MAKA-CHOP!" Maka yelled as she pulled a very large hardcover book out of seemingly nowhere and slammed it into Soul's head.
"OW!" Soul yelled as the familiar pain shot through his head. As many times as he has been the recipient of Maka's infamous "Maka-Chops," they never got any less painful.
Taking this as her cue to leave, Blair gave a little wave and mewed, "Bye-bye Scythey-Boy! Let's finish this later!" and winked before exiting the too-crowded hallway.
"What was THAT for?!" Soul shouted, rubbing his head as he turned back to his meister.
"For canoodling with Blair first thing in the morning and thinking perverted thoughts! Gosh, all men are the same," Maka rolled her eyes. "All they want in a woman is big boobs. What happened to actually having a brain?!" she fumed.
Soul knew that Maka's mistrust of men actually came from family issues; her father cheated on her mom repeatedly throughout her childhood, causing her to fear that all men would do the same and break her trust. Something rooted that deeply doesn't just disappear overnight. It was a miracle that she even agreed to be Soul's partner. Still, Soul thought, it doesn't give her any right to take out her daddy–issues on me.
Not wanting to get into an argument first thing in the morning, Soul tried to lighten up the mood by saying, "Haven't you heard? Having a brain these days isn't cool."
His statement only seemed to make Maka angrier, but she merely let out a sound of disgust and said, "Come on. Breakfast is probably cold by now."
They ate in an awkward silence before splitting up to get ready for school. Maka washed her face, brushed her teeth, and dressed herself in her usual school uniform which consisted of a red and black pleated skirt, a simple white button-down, a light yellow sweater vest, and a long black trench coat over that. She put her dirty blonde hair into her signature pigtails, slipped on her black and silver combat boots, and examined her appearance in the mirror with her moss green eyes. Ready, she thought to herself.
Soul, on the other hand, trudged back to his room, threw on his maroon jeans that he had been wearing for the past week, a clean white t-shirt, and his yellow and black sweatshirt. He shoved his feet into his black and yellow sneakers, and then stuck a headband in his white hair to make it at least look presentable. He skimmed a toothbrush over his shark-like teeth and splashed some cold water on his face. His red eyes flicked over to his reflection. Good enough, he thought as he exited the bathroom.
On the way to the Death Weapon Meister Academy, DWMA for short, there was more uncomfortable silence. The DWMA is a school for people who can turn into weapons and those who can wield them called meisters. Weapons and meisters partner together to go on missions and defeat evil humans whose souls have turned into Kishin eggs which is the preliminary stage before actually becoming a Kishin which is a demon of sorts. If a weapon can eat the souls of ninety-nine Kishin eggs and one witch, then that weapon can turn into a death scythe, a personal weapon of Lord Death, the headmaster of the school who was also a Shinigami. It was a dream of Maka's to create a death scythe, much like her mom had turned her father into one. Soul wanted to be a death scythe mainly because it would make him powerful, and he was pretty sure that it would increase his coolness factor by a lot. However, there was also a small part of him that wanted to see Maka's dream realized which brought him back to the current situation.
Maka was still giving Soul the silent treatment as the school came into view. Okay, this isn't cool, thought Soul. Finally getting fed up with the prolonged silence, he broke it. "I'm sorry…" he started awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, "I shouldn't have said that earlier. It wasn't very cool of me. I was just trying to make a joke, but it wasn't very funny, so…sorry."
Maka turned to look at the rambling scythe. Normally, she would just stay angry at him for making a careless comment like that and get over it on her own later, but he looked sincerely apologetic. Slightly taken aback by this side of Soul that he typically covers up with his whole "cool" act, she responded with a sigh, "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten so angry at you."
"Well, it looks like this is the start of a beautiful friendship," Soul joked, flashing his teeth in a lopsided grin.
Maka laughed, "Until you say something stupid again. Which will probably be in, oh, ten minutes? Five minutes?" As they approached the DWMA, Maka noticed a pair approaching them, consisting of a muscular blue-haired boy wearing a black and silver assassin's outfit and a tall, slender, but busty (apparently everyone had to have bigger boobs than Maka) girl with long black hair tied back in a ponytail and a simple white dress adorning her body. "Speaking of saying stupid things…"
"SOUL! MAKA!" the blue-haired boy yelled, making exaggerated arm motions at them.
"Black*Star!" Soul yelled back. He and Black*Star ran towards each other, ending up in a not-so-manly embrace.
"Hi, Tsubaki," Maka said, acknowledging the other girl with a friendly wave and smile.
"Hi, Maka," she answered back. "How was your morn-"
"I AM SURE BOTH OF YOUR DAYS JUST GOT 210% BETTER NOW THAT YOU HAVE BEEN GRACED BY THE PRESCENCE OF THE MAN WHO WILL TRANSCEND THE GODS."
"Yes, of course they did, Black*Star," Tsubaki said with a smile. I don't know how she puts up with Black*Star all the time, Maka thought. I don't think I would even last a day if he was my partner.
The group of four continued up the extremely long staircase to get to the DWMA when Maka noticed three familiar faces coming up from behind them. The first one approaching was a boy wearing a black suit with horizontal white stripes adoring the shoulders and middle. It was complete with the school emblem, a skull resembling that of Lord Death, serving as the neckpiece. He had carefully styled black hair with three horizontal white stripes on the left side of his head. The two girls coming up on either side behind him, perfectly positioned to be symmetrical, were his weapons, known as the Thompson sisters. The one on the left was short with short blonde hair, while the one on the right was taller with long, straight, dirty blonde hair. They were both wearing maroon crop tops, while the one on the left was wearing a jean skirt and the one on the right was wearing a pair of low-rise jeans that flared out slightly at the bottom. "Hey Kid, Patty, Liz," she greeted them each in turn.
Everyone exchanged greetings and Maka was about to turn around and continue up the staircase when Kid called out, "Wait!" Everyone stopped and turned around, except for Patty and Liz who already knew what was going on. "We're actually not going to school today. We took a job," Kid informed them. Maka could tell that Black*Star and Soul were jealous. She had to admit that she was a bit jealous herself. Black*Star opened his mouth to say something (most likely something idiotic), but Kid continued before he could get a word in, "And I'd like you guys to come along with us."
I hope you guys liked it! Chapter One was mainly just introducing the characters and setting the scene, but I promise that the body-switching is coming soon.
Please read and review! :3 I would really appreciate it. And if you have any suggestions or ideas, go ahead. I'm open to them. Thank you for reading! Chapter Two to come very soon! :)