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So if you're wondering "Hey haven't I seen this before?" let me just tell you, you totally have. This is not a duplicate post and this is the same account. I got falsely reported, since someone noticed that I hadn't broken any rules with my story they decided to spend their afternoon falsely reporting my story as "Wrong Category". REALLY CUTE!

Yeah, it just so happens that this story was NOT placed in the wrong category, the Soul Eater section just so happens to be the place for Soul Eater fanfiction. GO FIGURE.

Anyway all that irritating nastiness aside I'm reposting this and my other fic that was removed, but in the case of this story there were small edits I made AFTER uploading to the site so I'm having to comb through and make edits which will mean that I can't repost all of this in one day.

I really do ask that anyone who faved, or reviewed the original do so again because stats are fairly important to me and it sucks to have lost them over something this stupid. I even emailed site support but no responce and no surprise really. If anyone can hook me up with an invite to Archive of Our Own I'd LOVE you forever.

There's a chance that someone may decide to put more fake reports on this story and if that happens I'll just keep resposting and sending complaint emails until I'm either heard of the admin's email box is flooded.

Anyway all that up there ^ tl;dr.

For people who haven't read this yet: This story would take place in the manga shortly after the group rescued Kidd. I decided Soul's point ov view would work best for this and while there ARE some disadvantages of being limited to him I think the advantages outweigh them.

And I don't own Soul Eater


There are very few ways to wake up in a cool manner, I mean let's face it even those of us who are just gifted with coolness can't look too cool when they're stumbling out of bed wiping buggers out of their eyes at the crack of dawn. In general sleeping is much cooler than waking up, but of course I strive wake up cool when I must wake up seeing as I am such a cool guy. Now a problem here is having a cool title (Death Scythe to be exact) means it's pretty hard to wake up in a cool way, the nights are later, days off don't happen as often and mornings are earlier. Since the missions are harder it means having more downtime in-between them; in this case it was for recovery purposes. One would think that their meister having stitches removed the day before and still being on and off of pain-killers would mean that she wouldn't be jumping all over the apartment at six in the morning.

One would think Maka Albarn wouldn't be making excited, ear killing girly screams at anytime during the day, and even the jumping around was unlike her in the first place. Now if the noise hadn't already woken me up and made me wonder if that nutty Dr. Stein had given her the wrong kind of pain-pills; then came the knocking open of my door and

"Soul, wake up! Soul! Soul!"

"Maka! What the hell?" Seriously, WHAT THE HELL?

"Soul! She sent- I got-" she was flagging some piece of paper around and didn't seem like she'd be able to get over her excitement long enough to form a full sentence.

"Will you chill out? It's six in the morning, you're not making sense and didn't you just get stitches removed around ten hours ago with strict orders not to jump around and shit and reopen your wounds?"

"Soul what an insult! My skin isn't that crappy and weak that… ow"

I sighed and turned on my bed lamp, "Turn around."

"It's probably fine, if it started bleeding I'm sure I would-" I tugged her around before she could finish whatever she was going to say

"Wouldn't really feel it at all." I sighed at the blood now starting to seep through the back of what used to by my Rolling Stones t-shirt. My meister is an idiot.

Luckily Doctor Stein is always willing to make morning house calls to re-stitch idiot misters; when they're one of his best students anyway, he might let other idiot meisters just chill around and bleed out a little while.

"Whether you like hearing it or not, you're a bit of a masochist like your father is." The mad doctor chuckled a bit doing his patch work while Maka huffed a sigh and muttered whatever new names she'd thought of for her creepy father in the past few hours.

I sipped my coffee, ignoring the glare she was casting my way, she didn't agree with calling Professor Stein so early in the morning saying it wasn't that bad and could wait. If it really wasn't so bad she could have snatched the phone from me when I was making the call.

"So, when can I get these ones out?"

"I'm using glue this time since the part you popped open isn't as deep as the initial cut, it's not as strong as stitches but it'll do provided you don't jump around." He smirked "Besides, do something like this again and I'll just sedate you, maybe accidently dissect you while I'm at it."

Her face pinked a bit and she glared at me again mouthing what I'm pretty sure was "I hate you Soul"

I laughed she looked like a pissed off four-year-old. "You did this, not me; seriously what the hell were you even going on about?"

She hadn't let go of the letter she was holding this entire time, she flagged it a bit earning a flick to the back of her hear curtsey of Stein "It's from Mama."

"Kami? Sending a real form of communication?" Professor Stein was tugging off his gloves tossing them into the wastebasket nearest to the couch

Maka nodded "She's coming to the city for all of October, apparently to teach a quick class."

"Ah, Shinigami mentioned something about a quick workshop on Resynching, I wouldn't have thought it was Kami but I guess he wouldn't want to mention it was her teaching it around Spirit."

"Anyway, she'll be here for 2 weeks before, so only one week until she's here and one extra week after the class, she said she wants to meet my partner and stuff." Maka was sitting up now, pulling my Pink Floyd t-shirt down over her newly-closed and bandaged back wound, if she ruined this one, I think I might have cried.

Stein smirked at me "You're in for it Soulie boy, better be on your Ps and Qs for Kami, she's a viper."

I rolled my eyes "If she's as much like Maka as you all say, I think I can handle her. At least she won't wake me up so early just to bleed all over my shirts."

And that's when a book slammed into my head, not cool at all.

When I finally came to Maka was chattering with Blair in the kitchen, the earlier beating of my skull seemed mostly forgotten.

"But with only a week to get ready, and there's a lot I need to do; this whole apartment could use some cleaning." Maka acknowledged my presence by shoving a plate of food onto the table and turning back to chatter more with the cat. I can't say I can complain about food, especially when breakfast isn't something lame like cold cereal or grainy boxed oatmeal. Spartoi had been keeping us too busy to usually eat a normal breakfast on weekdays and any non-mission weekends consisted of anything but giving a crap about breakfast. This recovery period was pretty nice if for nothing else but food.

"Death Scythe will be so thrilled to hear I bet."

Maka shot the cat a dirty look "Don't say a word to him Blair! If he doesn't already know then he doesn't need to." Blair winced, flattening her ears against her head; she must have realized all too late how much of an idiotic thing it was to bring up Spirit Albarn. "Besides it's his fault she left anyway, that disgusting bastard." Maka angrily mumbled into her orange juice gulping down the last of the glass before refilling it and muttering more.

I sighed, this was going to be a crappy morning even more so.

"Blair is sorry," the cat chirped "Anyway I should be going to work now." With a poof she transformed into her somewhat human form, scantily clad, somewhat covered by tiny leather pieces that could never be called clothing, and little ribbons, purple ribbons, which tied around her shapely legs, and hour glass waist, and her nearly completely exposed chest.

Which was right in my face…. And then smothering me… and I,

I expected to be chopped for the nosebleed.

I was prepared and everything even as the cat-lady skipped off, a cracked an eye open after a few seconds to see Maka shoving dishes into the dish washer, still muttering about her idiot father.

Wait, I can't call him an idiot when his existence just saved my brain from being hurt again on this un-cool morning can I?

No, never mind I take that back, if anything he's probably the cause of her violence towards me and anything unfortunate enough to have male genitalia in her presence. Spirit Albarn is the worst idiot in the world giving man-kind a powerful foe named Maka Albarn; we already had to deal with feminists before Maka, Amazon women, yeah apparently they weren't too nice to boys, Maka's mother was supposed to be amazingly powerful and now Maka following in her footsteps. Spirit Albarn probably started the doom of man-kind, ironically enough over his love of women.

"Kami."

That was the word of the firkin' week, if Death Scythe wasn't wailing it while running all over the academy then other teachers were saying it. If the teachers weren't talking the class sign up sheets all over the academy could remind me every few minutes, and then there was the chatter from students, I'm pretty sure there was a rumor about her having G-sized boobs. Blackstar couldn't even shut his trap about Maka's mom stealing his spotlight and how he'd take her class just to make sure she regretted it, I really wish he hadn't mentioned that in front of Maka.

"If you pull any stunts I will kick your ass Blackstar!"

"Tch! Like you could handle big ol' me!" he laughed, and Maka glared

"Stop being so cocky!"

"Make me."

"Fine!"

And then Tsubaki and I had to spend our entire lunch break separating the two since neither of them really needed to be physically fighting with each other during down time… I really wanted to finish that sandwich too.

The two days before Kami was due in town were riddled with:

"Hey Soul, do you think it looks organized enough in here?"

"Soul, just wearing my Spartoi uniform is casual but at the same time formal right?"

"Ah what if she ends up coming over and I have to cook?"

"Soul, take your feet off the coffee table I don't want it to get scuffed and Mama to see it and think I'm a slob"

"Soul please don't act all deadpan when you meet my Mama."

"You'd tell me if I accidentally did my pigtails lopsided right?"

"My cooking is okay right?"

"Should I just order takeout if Mama comes over or would take out make me seem too lazy to cook?"

And the more excited and uptight Maka got about her mother's visit; the more excited I got… for it to be over with already! Seriously, how much nagging can a Death Scythe take? I would still bet serious money saying Maka didn't sleep at all the night before. She woke me up at five in the morning; we weren't going to meet up with her mother in town until eleven. October is always a busy month for missions no matter what the level of a Meister or Weapon and not getting one's human-right of proper sleep whenever possible just before and during the month of October should be a crime.

Kami Albarn was slated to meet with us at Express-Oh coffee shop, a boring store that only plays bad music and had furniture made from books; bad tastes must run in my meister's DNA.

She kept tapping her foot, and drumming on the table, and she was on her third girly over sugary 80% whipped cream coffee-wannabe. I was starting to feel like I was watching a 6-year old with the way she couldn't seem to sit still.

"There!" she tugged me by the tie to glance out the window that we were already sitting beside, you should never tug someone by the tie, it hurts like hell.

Anyway, she wanted me to see the lady walking towards the store, a tall nearly brown haired woman with the same green eyes as my meister, a better fashion sense and some assets that well matched my meister's. Her father always acted as if his ex wife was built in the chest department, but it wasn't much to see. Maka really did favor her mother; of course I still wouldn't tell her to this day that her face takes more after her father's, mostly because I like life.

As soon as I turned my head back to speak to my meister, I noticed she'd already left her seat and made her way to meet up with Kami not far from the front door. I stayed put, they were hugging and making quick but uncool greetings, standing near that would be way too awkward for me. She approached the table giving her mother the seat by the window and ordering another one of those damned 'frape du whip' things.

"This is Soul-Eater Evans mama." She just had to use my last name, she of all people knows I don't like that name. "We finished soul collecting a few months back."

"Scythe right?" Kami glanced curiously at me, almost like a lion looks at a piece of meat "Top heavy, with a big blade, or more sickle-like and agile?"

"More top heavy?" I answered awkwardly, but seriously, whose first question about someone is something like that?

"Curvature?"

"Uhhh…." I have no clue to this day what the proper answer for that was but apparently Maka knew well enough to tell her all the awkward details of my weapon form.

"How about your synch and resonance rates?"

"84.5 Stable"

"Not bad." She smiled a bit, sipping on that, whatever the hell French-wannabe coffee she had was. "What's your Star rank sweetie?"

"Ah 2 stars, I wannabe a 3-star meister before next fall but with Asura around and such soul collecting is kind of taking a back seat and we're mostly working on combat modes and stuff, along with special missions."

"Oh, I heard some rattling about that when I was in Senegal, kudos to your fuck-up father for not being by Shinigami-Sama's side when that Kishin was freed."

I've never really felt like the insults Spirit got weren't right until that one, anyone who really knew the situation of Asura being freed knew that organization and timing were more at fault than anything else. Besides, without Spirit being wielded by Professor Stein Medusa could have caused more damage and who knew if we would have been able to match her power at the time. It's probably thanks to that bumbling idiot that Maka wasn't skewered by a vector arrow and the fact that Kami could say anything about Spirit being there just showed how much she didn't know about the situation.

"I can't believe he didn't get a transfer after that."

"Cleaned the academy from top to bottom for weeks."

"Well he was always good at kissing ass, figurative and literal for all those bimbo-" Kami stopped mid sentence and redirected her thoughts "Well, it's of no matter now, as long as you're still on my side I don't care what that man does."

"How could I not be on your side? That man is ridiculous, I can't even bring myself to claim him, he's sick."

"That's my girl." Kami quirked an eyebrow at me "You're a quiet one aren't you?"

Maka chuckled "Until you get to know him he is. Anyway, did you still want to see the apartment today?"

Kami looked a bit surprised by the question, though I was sure Maka mentioned planning for her to come by and see the apartment "Oh sweetie I forgot, I'm supposed to meet with Shinigami-sama in a few hours and I wanted to freshen up before so I wouldn't have the time today."

"Oh, that's alright." Maka had that look she gets on her face when Professor Stein omits her from extra credit lessons because her grade doesn't need the help; that secretly disappointed look. "What about tomorrow?"

"Well it's possible, but I have to go by your idiot father's place, it seems he has some of my vital paperwork that I'll need filed in order to teach."

"Oh, you probably wouldn't want to go many places after having to be there would you?"

Kami chuckled "Well I may go down a couple of drinks but that might be it." I never thought Kami would be the type to drink from the way everyone talked about her, she was a saint. "I'll just call you when I'm free, that work?"

Maka nodded "Oh Mama, you're teaching about Resynching right?"

Kami nodded "I am, you planning to take it for the bonus credit hours?"

"Actually, I was wondering if you needed help, I mean Soul and I passed the two weeks assessment Sid gave with flying colors."

"Oh well, passing assessments are nice, and I know it's under your skill level, at least I could only hope it is at this point… but bonus credit hours look nice on big mission applications."

And the nagging began at 7am sharp the next morning before our morning class started

"Soul" She was hugging her textbook with a pout that I'm sure would only work on her father and probably hadn't been practiced too often.

"No way Maka."

"But Soul, it's just for the month, and only twice a week… look I know it's a Thursday afternoon, and I know that's usually a basketball day but we won't have this chance again."

"You said yourself, October is a really busy month for missions and you're already stressing over December exams since you want to stay at the top of the class why add to your to-do list?"

"I can handle it, mama even says so. All we really have to do is take just weekend missions if we're not assigned anything to do for Spartoi. I'll just need to be on campus a little early on Monday to check for those kinds of things."

"Not factoring in hospital time?"

"Shut up Soul! That doesn't happen that often."

I wanted to remind her that we've been to the hospital after the last 2 missions but I gave my argument up before starting. "Just saying."

"No! This can work, Mama's classes are on Tuesdays and Thursdays at 5, our classes get out at 3 so we could just stay on campus until 5 and we'll get home around 8 or 8:30, we could just order out for food on those nights."

"Those are usually your nights to cook"

She rolled her eyes "If that's really the problem I'll take your Monday night then and we won't alternate Sundays anymore I'll just take it for the month."

"If we do most of our mission work on the weekends we'll be getting home on Sundays, I highly doubt you'll want to cook."

"Soul, please; she's only in town for the month."

"Spend time with her out of class then, she can't be that busy."

"She seems like it, besides it's just a month it shouldn't be that big a deal for you to be inconvenienced for just a month. You need the extra credit anyway."
I should have known she'd play that card and prepared an argument against it but sadly I never seem to think far enough ahead.

"Two extra missions could get that credit."

"Please Soul, I'll even do all of the laundry."

I suck at laundry.
Do you know how uncool it is to be stuck in pink for a week because of one stupid red sock? If you do then you know why it was that offer that sold me on it.

"Fine." I slammed my locker shut "but don't complain when it's obviously too much work."

"Thank you! "She smiled, jump hugging me and making a girly squeal in front of god and everyone; seriously uncool.

I will never understand how people who sleep so quiet and easily have this thing about choosing to wake up insanely early and hardly sleeping the night before something big will happen. Is it seriously so hard to hit the snooze button at 4 AM? Who is really going to rush to be at the academy by six in the morning to get a mission? Maybe 3 other people or someone in serious need but not really anyone.

Know how cold mornings are in Nevada before the sun rises?
I realize that meisters and weapons are supposed to be tuff but it's kind of crappy to have a school in such a horrible climate.

Motorcycles also don't like running properly when it's so early.

Maka likes running when she's trying to get somewhere early and the bike isn't working.

She's my meister so I can't really let her run around the city alone while it's still dark.

Sometimes, being a weapon really sucks.

Next time I'm sleeping in.

So fast forward one cold ass walk up the giant mass of stairs and It's five thirty in the morning and I'm freezing my ass off because Maka refuses to wear pants and naturally I end up feeling bad for her and lend her my jacket for use on her frozen legs as we camp out beside the mission board which hasn't even been updated yet. I really just wanted to take a freaking nap, the cold always makes me sleepy; I don't understand how Maka could just sit there reading her textbook.

"Mama!" soul perception must work like Spidy-Senses because I swear she noticed Kami's presence before the clicking of her heels even sounded in the hall.

"Maka? Isn't it early?" Even her apparently workaholic mother must have thought this set up was a little overzealous!

"Soul and I needed to stop by early to check mission assignments so I can plan for the week."

"Oh, I heard one is opening in Canada, Stein was reading over the briefs on the new student missions and I instantly thought of you. Is he really a teacher?"

"Yeah, I'm in his class actually."

"I don't know if I feel okay about that I mean you do know he tried to, well he used to be your man-child of a father's partner and…" she trailed off a bit nervously searching for how to warn Maka about her insane teacher

"Oh I know. He's fine though, a really good teacher when he's not making us do a lot of dissections, of course some of those have been a little helpful. I can locate the jugular on five different species that kishin forms commonly mimic."

Kami gave a slight grimace and a nod "Well that is useful but it doesn't seem like it needed to be so hands-on."

Maka shrugged "He grows on you, I promise."

I don't think she could tell that her mother wasn't convinced, even if she could tell I doubt she'd admit it.

Four hours and one class into what was going to be the longest day of my life my attempt to spend my free-period (during which Maka took an elective class) admiring the back of my eyelids was interrupted by an argument outside of the mostly empty classroom door.

"Marie, it is hardly your business."

"I'm sorry Kami but this is just ridiculous; he's no more a danger to your daughter than her partner is."

"Have you seen my ex husband's scars?"

"yes."

"Oh so you've seen him naked right?"

"No! That's a horrible idea"

"No I wasn't implying that, just pushing forward the fact that you have not seen all of his scars. I know you have a soft spot for Stein but that's you and it's fine if you are okay with risking your well being by being around the man but she is my daughter and I know what is best for her and I don't want her around someone who was obsessed with finding out how her father,-" I could hear the cringe in Kami's voice "tweaked."

"He won't touch her Kami, he jokes around more than anything Maka knows that; just over a week ago he made a house call at six in the morning because Maka had reopened a wound."

"She didn't mention a wound to me."

"She should be mostly healed by now anyway so I guess it's not relevant. Besides you've only really spent time with her once since you got back into town I doubt she'd have any reservations about telling you she probably just didn't have the chance. Now back to the subject of Stein honestly Kami I-"

"How the hell does she end up wounded anyway? Her weapon should be keeping her safe."

"And he does, he's a great partner they wouldn't have made it so far if he wasn't. Please just lay off the boy and lay off of Stein until you've been here long enough to really see what's going on."

"I'm only here for the month."

"And if you're still worried by the end of the month then stay a little longer; it's not like we don't need extra help around here."

"I can't stay longer. I just need to make sure my daughter is on the right track before I leave again."

"What is so important that you can't stick around if you're so worried?"

"I just can't stick around. Nothing to it but that."

"No one is going to agree with you about Stein."

"They don't have to agree. I'm her legal guardian." She snapped, and the sound of her heels quickly clipping away resonated in the hall. I didn't expect Miss Marie to angrily stomp into the classroom herself and from the look on her face I don't think she expected to see me.

"Soul… good morning." She put a smile on her face quickly as if nothing had been said on the other side of the door, I figured if she wanted to pretend it didn't happen then that was for the best.

I let out a yawn "mornin'"

"Ahh I was just looking for my coffee cup." She pranced around the room in an overly dramatic way "but I guess it isn't here; maybe I left it in the teacher's lounge!"

This was going to be the shittiest month ever.


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