A Steampunk/Soul Eater crossover.
A/N: It starts off with a bang! It's gonna have horror, adventure, betrayal, etc. Lots and lots of awesome stuff! I hope everyone enjoys this story! Please tell me what you think!
MY FIRST AND LAST DISCLAIMER.
Soul Eater (C) Ohkubo
Metal Soul's Insanity (c) ToastWeaselofDOOM
Crossposted on devianart.
Chapter 1
"Arachnophobia off the port side! All hands to battle stations! Let's go, let's go, let's go!"
Red eyes snapped open and Soul Eater Evans rolled out of his bunk. Beside him, Black*Star was already standing, his blue hair in total disarray. He flexed his muscles and yelled, "Yahoo! Let's beat us some baddies!" before racing up onto the deck, half-clothed.
"Not cool," Soul muttered, tying his headband and snapping his goggles on before heading topside. The crew of the Shibusen was spilling onto the main deck like a swarm of bees. Many already had their weapons clutched in their hands, looking determinedly at the sky-ship that was gaining fast on the port side.
Soul looked around for his own meister, Maka Albarn. He found her standing on the quarter deck with her father, the first mate aboard the Shibusen. He hurried up one of the staircases to the deck and called out, "Maka!"
She turned, green eyes relieved. "Soul!"
"Evans!" The teenager turned from his meister to her father. First Mate Albarn's cravat wasn't tied completely, and he looked frazzled. "You protect my Maka, you got that? You protect her with your life, you got that?"
Soul nodded and said, "Aye, sir" at the same time Maka yelped, "Who are you calling 'My Maka'?!"
Maka scowled deeply, then added, 'C'mon, Soul, let's go!" The teenager nodded and transformed into his scythe form, all gold and copper and black. Maka caught her partner and twirled him over her head.
Spirit looked at his daughter proudly. "Be careful, Maka," said her father and Soul at the same time.
"I will, Papa," Maka replied, just as an explosion sounded and a cannonball slammed into the Shibusen's reinforced hull, making the ship rock.
"Battle stations!" Spirit yelled at the deck below. "Load the cannons, ready the torches, prepare for boarding!"
"Maka, above you!" The teenaged girl looked up just in time to see something flying towards her. She raised Soul in a brace position, but the thing was shot out of the sky before it could reach her.
"Wha—?"
"Watch yourself, Albarn." Maka looked over to see Death the Kid, son of the Shibusen's captain, standing on the stairs to the quarter deck. In his hands he held his weapons, twin steam- and wavelength-powered pistols the color of gold. The Thompson sisters.
"Maka!" The green-eyed girl turned and blocked the sword of her attacker. The wielder was a young teenager with choppy punk hair and pale grey eyes.
"Aaaaah, such strong eyes," the new enemy whimpered as Maka shot her opponent a glare. "I don't think I can deal with this!"
"Can you handle this, Albarn?"
Maka nodded. "Of course."
"I leave this to you." And Kid darted off to fight other invaders.
"Who are you?" Maka snapped.
"C-Crona . . . and my weapon is Ragnorak . . ." The teenager's expression changed, a grin spreading over the androgynous face. "And you're gonna die here!"
"We'll see about that! Let's go, Soul!" Crona darted forward, and Maka barely had time to block the sword that was swung towards her head.
"Strong," Maka hissed as she was pushed backwards. "Stronger than before."
"Maka, believe it or not, that hurt!" Soul growled as the blade began to cut into his shaft. "Fuck, that's my neck, you uncool bastard!" Hurriedly, Maka kicked away from Crona and swung Soul at her attacker.
Crona blocked easily and cackled. "Nice try, nice try, little bitch girl! But you can't touch me!" Before Maka could blink, she was being slammed into the wall of the ship. Soul clattered out of her hands and spun out of reach.
Crona grinned again and charged. The black blade whistled through the air and sliced through flesh.
As If by a signal, Crona stopped and the sword disappeared, reappearing as wings. "Hee hee, I killed you!" the teenager cackled before flying off, then returned to the Arachnophobia, as did the other invaders.
As fast as they came, they were gone, leaving a sobbing Maka to hold a dying Soul in her arms.
The ship's crew was gathered around Soul, who lay in the middle of the main deck. Nygus, the ship's nurse, was doing her best stop the bleeding from the deep gash. She wound snow-white bandages around the teenager's chest, talking quietly with Azusa, the ship's navigator.
"I can't do much more," the dark-skinned nurse murmured. "I don't have the equipment to be able to deal with this type of wound. Soul needs a doctor, a real one."
"I'll inform the captain," Azusa said crisply, standing and adjusting her glasses before crossing the ship, climbing the stairs to the quarter-deck, and disappearing into the bridge.
"Miss Nygus, will Soul be okay?" Nygus looked at Maka, who suddenly looked her age of barely fourteen compared to her normal, very mature disposition.
"It's impossible to say," Nygus replied. "Black*Star, Sid. Carry him down to the infirmary."
"No." Death the Kid shook his head from where he stood. "He can sleep in my room. It will be more comfortable for him."
"Very well." Black*Star and Sid, the grease-covered mechanic, carefully took their fallen comrade across the deck into Kid's private room. Tsubaki lead the sniffling Maka below for some tea and comfort in the galley.
Spirit crossed his arms as he watched his daughter disappear below deck, then barked, "Alright, everyone, back to work!" After everyone went back to their respective jobs, or back to bed in the case of some, the first mate climbed to the quarter deck and disappeared inside the bridge.
A/N: Crona is not going to have a gender this time! Designs are on my DA which is ToastWeaselofDOOM. ;D See you next chapter!