Yes, so this is the Prologue to my first fanfiction which was begging desperately to be redone and continued. Hopefully this time I will get past the prologue. Keep in mind after the prologue things are sure to get more… thrilling… and most likely descriptive. The rating may go up if future events call for it. But for now this rating will be just fine, I highly doubt I will need to raise it… but the concept of the 'Death Note' might just call for a higher rating.

Please read and review! Criticism is always welcome as long as it is not too cruel!

Death Note and Soul Eater do not belong to me. The characters, the concepts, and the setting is not of my creation and I take no credit for it. The only thing that does belong to me is this idea of a crossover and future events. But everything else, nope, not mine.

A dropped book

A different story

A collision of two worlds

A mistake that never should have happened

"Death Note?" Tsubaki questioned in her head, her eyes were trained on a small, notebook like object on the ground. It was plain back with the words 'Death Note' written plainly on the cover. Tsubaki did not understand what would a book like this be doing on the ground? It had to belong to the Lord Death himself, or perhaps Kid. Tsubaki would have to return it. She picked up the notebook and tucked it in her arms, hugging it to her to hide the cover. In no time at all Black*Star would be meeting her in this spot. Tsubaki did not doubt he would question the notebook.

"Hey, Tsubaki! What are ya' doing hangin' around here? I was looking everywhere for you," The distinct, high-pitched voice of her meister came from behind her. "I thought we were supposed to be meeting up at the front of the school?"

"Well, um, n-,"

"I understand, you probably forgot! That's okay but no slacking next time!" Black*Star cut her off grinning like a mad man. Tsubaki was patient with him, and decided not to tell him the actual case. They would be meeting at the front of the academy tomorrow for practice along with Maka and Soul. However today they would be practicing in the forest.

"Yes, I promise not to next time," Tsubaki said quietly, forcing a smile. She would always remain patient. She had faith in Black*Star sometime he would understand what responsibility really meant.

"What is that?" Black*Star asked, prying the black notebook from Tsubaki's clutches. He scanned the cover. What does that say? B… eath Noy? No… Death Note? Ha! Ridiculous! "Why does it say Debt Nude?"

"Well… it actually does not say Debt Nude. That is close… though," Tsubaki explained, "I'm just going to return it too-."

"Eh! Books are stupid anyway! And it does say Debt Nude, the amazing and powerful Black*Star never is wrong!" Black*Star announced. He spun on his heel, throwing the notebook as far away from Tsubaki and him as he could. Books were stupid and a waste of his time. Who needed them? Plus that one sounded really stupid.

"Black*Star!" Tsubaki yelped in surprise, before quieting down. She had to keep her patience and everything would be all right.

As it happened Maka was already heading home after a long, dull, afternoon at school. Soul Evans was beside her, they had no missions that needed to be completed right at that second but they both suspected tonight would be busy.

Maka paused as something caught her eyes by the sidewalk. It seemed to be lying there, calling to her to pick it up. Without stopping she walked forward until she was right in front of it. What was this?

"Huh… strange, I wonder what a book like this is doing around here?" Maka asked, picking it up and studying it. It was black, it seemed to be surrounded with a dark aurora but Maka decided that was nothing more than her mere imagination. It was probably because, aside from the white words spelling out 'Death Note', it held no color.

Lifeless. Dull. Boring.

But a book.

"Who cares? Maka, I'm hungry let's just go home," Soul rolled his eyes, "It's just a book. Hanging around here is so uncool."

"I think it is some sort of history book?" Maka said uncertainly, "But either way I think it belongs to Lord Death, or at least the school. The best place would be there, not on the sidewalk where anyone can pick it up. I'm going to the library to drop it off. If you don't want to come than that is alright with me. Feel free to make your own dinner."

"I'll come, whatever," Soul mumbled. He hated being seen in libraries. It was so not cool.

Maka smiled, she never understood Soul's huge deal with being "cool". Sometimes she wondered why Soul agreed to be her weapon in the first place, she really did not see herself as "cool". It was obvious Soul found women… or cats like Blair more "cool". Maka always was bothered by the annoying magical cat.

Maka and Soul walked back the way they came, travelling the sidewalk all the way back to DeathWeaponMeisterAcademy. Maka hopped up the stairs with ease, Soul trekking behind her, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket.

"Maka, wait up," Soul called from behind her, "What's the rush?"

"Do you want dinner, or no?" Maka called back from the top of the stairs shaking her head at how slow Soul was moving. "I'm going to go on ahead."

"Whatever," Soul muttered as he continued to lag behind. He was in no hurry, even if he was hungry. Rushing for food was just… not…. Cool.

Maka had already walked inside the school, zipping through the familiar hallways. She took the route to the library so often she did not even have to think about which way to turn. Her legs just carried her in that direction. Maka took time to admire her surroundings. The school was practically barren aside from a few students. They probably were up to no good, Maka could tell by the deviance that shone through there eyes. She shook her head and kept on moving, she could deal with them later.

The library was closer now and Maka broke of in a jog. She wanted to get there before the teachers came around. They would kick her out if that happened since the school closed down pretty soon. Maka opened the door to the library rushing inside. She took a deep breath, inhaling the somehow wonderful smell of books. Old books, new books, big books, small books, how she loved the library!

Maka moved her fingers over a row of books, looking at the top of the shelf as she walked, "Fiction, Science fiction, historical fiction, romance, and history." She tapped her finger on the last book her smile broadening. "And here is the place for you," She placed the book beside the large, red book sliding it in. The 'History' section was where this thing belonged.

If only Maka had opened a page inside…

Maybe her sense of rationale would have known this notebook was nothing like a History book…

It was dangerous and should have been taken straight to Lord Death

Or perhaps even destroyed…

Now it was out in the world, waiting, waiting, and waiting

Waiting for someone to open it up and try it out

That day would soon come

But for now it was left alone in a dark library where it would not stay

Well, yeah, that is pretty much it for the Prologue. Thank you so much for reading! Leave a review if you can, that would be fantastic, stay tuned hopefully a new chapter will be out soon.