Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater
Chapter 1: Brooke Albarn: Will She Find Her Weapon?
"Hi, howdy, hello, wassup, my name is Lord Death, and welcome to Death Weapon Meister Academy! This school has a great reputation of making brave heroes and powerful Death Scythes. 21 years ago, three meisters and four weapons worked together to defeat a powerful kishin, Asura. They all graduated from this very Academy, married, and had such adorable children who now attend the DWMA! This is your chance to attend the DWMA and be a hero like those before you. I can tell you're curious about the heroes' children, so I'm gonna tell you about these kids. Let's start with my granddaughter, Brooke Albarn..."
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"Papa, can I pick a weapon for once?" a sandy blonde haired girl asked. She had catlike yellow eyes, like her father, and sandy blonde hair, like her mother. She was wearing a white blouse, partly covered by a red sweater vest and a emerald colored tie. Her lower-half consisted of a black, short, pleated skirt with three white stripes on the right side. She was sitting next to her father as he browsed a catalog of symmetrical weapons.
"No, sweetie. If I don't find a perfect weapon for you, I'll have to hang myself. We don't want that now, don't we?" he asked his daughter in a strangely positive tone. He was wearing his usual symmetrical suit with a Shinigami skull for a bowtie.
"Yeah, sure, whatever. Hey, I'm gonna go into the city for some fresh air. Bye!" she said as she ran for the door.
"Brooklyn Matilda Albarn, get your butt over here! You have no weapon for protection, you could get hurt! Besides, if you go, your mother will have fit and your big brother will be dissapointed!"
"If I go out on my own, Mama will be proud that I was brave enough to go by myself and I am definitely not sticking around for one of big brother's atomic nougies! See ya later!" she shut the door and walked to her favorite diner. Her best friends were waiting for her at the door.
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"Hi'ya, Brooke. Took you long enough! Did your spaz dad hold you back?" said the lazy twin Zoey Thompson. Her more serious, smarter twin Lara Thompson stood next to her. They were wearing identical clothes, excluding their fuzzy jackets. Zoey was wearing a pink one, while Lara wore a black one. They have long dirty blonde hair, like their mother.
"My dad is not a spaz! But he still held me back. He wants to help me find a weapon. He still babies me. I can pick a weapon for myself!" Brooke said. For the last three months, Brooke and her father have been searching for a weapon so she could become a full-fledged meister at the DWMA.
"Ha! Why don't you quit your search for a weapon and pick me! Only a godly weapon will distract people from your flat chest!" the flambouyant Dusk*Star said while a book came down on his thick skull. He wore similar clothes to his father, but had blue eyes and spiky blonde hair with blue streaks in it. His hair was currently soaked in his blood.
"I need something better than numbchucks and my chest isn't that flat!" she yelled. The not-reaching-puberty-during-the-proper-age gene came from her mother.
"Maybe we should go inside and have a bite..." the shy Lara Thompson asked, flashing a toothy nervous smile, showing her spiky teeth, which she and Zoey inherited from their father.
They went inside, sat at their usual booth and ordered their usuals. The waitress brought their food to their booth and as she turned to go back to the kitchen, her behind felt a sharp smack delivered by the now-recovered Dusk*Star. She smiled and turned around, giving him an even sharper smack on the face, knocking him out. She picked up his plate and said "Don't worry, you don't have to pay for his meal."
"Thanks!" the girls said as she walked away, giving the meal to a black haired boy about their age sitting at the bar table.
"So, did you find any interesting weapons?" Lara asked Brooke. "I mean, if you're so eager to join the DWMA, why don't you pick the first weapon you see?"
"If I join, I wanna be like Mama. She brought your dad with her to the DWMA and now he's Honorable Grandpa's personal weapon. Now she's trying to become a Death Scythe for when Papa becomes Lord Death."
"So you wanna be a scythe-meister? Pssh, that's lame! Gun-meisters are better. And I'm not saying that because I'm a shotgun. Still, gun-meisters have good coordination and guns are trustworthy." Zoey gloated. Brooke shot her a look of disbelief.
"Hey, speaking of trustworthy, shouldn't you be at the Vatican fighting off kishin cardinals and a squid pope with your meister?" Brooke asked, reminding Lara of Zoey's and her mission with Brooke's brother, their meister.
"Nah! Damien can handle it himself. By the way, it's an octopope." Zoey said, flailing her arms like tentacles. Her arm flailing caused her drink to spill.
"Dammit! Brooke, can you please get some napkins?"
"Sure!" Brooke got up, scooting past a snoring Dusk*Star, and got to the bar tables, getting a couple napkins. She turned to go back to her table, but bumped into someone, causing them to both fall.
"Watch it!" the person yelled. Brooke looked at the person she bumped into. It was the boy who got Dusk*Star meal! She got a good look at him. He was a black haired boy who seemed a year older than her. He had a skinny complexion and was wearing clothes that looked like rags, but was wearing a black leather cloak with no tears. It was a couple sizes smaller than him.
"I'm so sorr-" Brooke tried to say before the boy bolted out the diner, leaving Brooke very confused.
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"Wow, that was the best food we ate in ages!" Zoey said.
"We've been eating here for two years, ordering the same meals everytime." Lara said, correcting her sister for the upteenth time. "I swear, you say that everytime we eat here."
"Maybe they cook gooder everytime we come here to eat!" Zoey said rather dumbly.
"Better, maybe they cook better, not gooder." Lara correcting her sister again.
"Well, your god should get some sleep! I need to rest for tomorrow's mission." Dusk*Star yelled, interrupting them.
"Bye" the girls said. They conversed on how they should do a co-op mission once Brooke gets a weapon. Once they finished planning Brooke's first mission, the laughing sun went down and it wasn't long until the Thompson Twins left, leaving Brooke alone in the emptiness of the night. She walked alone, wishing she was going on a mission like Dusk*Star and her brother. Dusk*Star was a beginner, but her brother only had three kishin souls and two witch souls left to turn the Thompson Twins into Death Scythes. She shook in anger/envy as she wished she had a weapon.
Then, out of nowhere, a rag-covered hand went across her mouth, dragging Brooke into a dark alley. Two men laughed in an evil, maniacal matter, like they were having fun.
"The girl seems cute, but she's flat chested..." one of the crooks said. He was covered in scars and wore a bulletproof vest. He looked like a average joe (despite the vest), but his inhuman, purple eyes made him look like a monster.
"No matter, her cute face and long legs will drive the customers crazy!" the other crook said. He looked more normal than his other. He wore a suit with the sleeves torn and spoke with a cockney accent.
"What do you want!?" Brooke yelled in fear. At the same moment, she thought of her father's words. You have no weapon for protection, you could get hurt! The words were burned into her mind as she wished she gave her mother and father a proper goodbye.
"You see, we gonna bring you to our warehouse, sell you for a couple G's, and then you'll go through an excrutiating pain that will make you a grown woman, if you know what I mean. Once that is done, you'll probably have your brains blown out. Don't worry though, your funeral won't be an open casket." the cockney crook said until his next words were interrupted by a scythe blade piercing his chest. Realizing the predicament he was in, the vest crook ran as the scythe blade pulled out of the first crook. He didn't make it a couple meters before his head was taken off by the blade.
"Thank you." Brooke managed to croak before looking at her savior. She was shocked when she saw that the weapon was the skinny boy from the diner. Before she could react, the boy's hands were gripped around her neck, choking her against the brick alley.
"Give me your money, now! I need it more than you do! I've only eaten once this week!" the boy screamed, but not in anger. Brooke saw in his eyes a look she saw on her father's everytime she rejected a weapon.
Desperation.
Her fear of being choked by the boy was replaced with sympathy. He was probably fed by those who felt sorry for him and his family either abandoned him or died. He seemed to be all alone, no one to lean on. Her tears of sadness for herself was now directed to the skinny boy.
"Wait. I can help you. I can have you fed everyday! Just please, let go!" she was now pleading not for herself, but for him.
"Do you think I'm stupid? So many people told me this and bolted after I let go! Just give me your goddamned money!" he yelled, his desperation turned into anger.
"Trust me, PLEASE!" Brooke cried. She could feel the light get darker and her grandfather's arms embracing her, until she was let go by the boy. She fell, coughing for nearly two minutes. She shakily got up and motioned to the boy. "Follow me..."
The boy hesitantly followed the shaking girl. He was scared she was going to sell him out to the cops.
They walked a couple of blocks and passed the diner from before. He could smell the food from where he stood. His hunger kicked in and he thought of robbing Brooke again. Or at least, attempt to.
"We're here." Brooke whispered. The boy looked up, expecting to see the police station, but saw a mansion instead.
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Brooke opened the double doors and turned to the boy. "You wanna eat?" The boy nodded eagerly as he followed her to the kitchen. He looked up at a Shinigami skull clock that said 6:00. He didn't know if it was AM or PM.
"Here's some eggs and bacon!" Brooke said joyfully, who also seemed to have recovered and cooked breakfast. The boy nearly grabbed the plate before it was pulled out of his grasp. What kind of sick joke is this? the boy thought.
"You can only have this if you answer a couple of questions." Brooke said.
"What!?"
"Do you wanna eat?" Brooke teased.
"Yeah, ask away." the boy said heitantly.
"Okay, uuhm, what's your name?
"Huh?"
"Your name? What is it?"
"I don't really have one..."
Brooke was shocked to hear his words. What kind of person had no name. She then thought of a couple names. She looked at the book on the dining table, which gave her an idea.
"I'll name you Harry then!"
"What?"
"Your name is Harry now!"
"Uh, okay. Can I eat now?" Harry asked impatiently.
"No." Brooke said bluntly. She thought of a couple of questions she could ask. She didn't want to be direct about her real questioon, so she thought of filler questions instead.
"Where are your parents?"
"Dunno"
"Where did you come from?"
"Dunno"
"When were you born?"
"Dunno," he was getting fed up. "Can I eat now!?"
"One more question." Brooke insisted.
"Then what!?"
"Will you be..."
"Be your what?"
"Be my..."
Harry started to get impatient, his impatience turning to rage.
"BE MY WEAPON PARTNER!" Brooke blurted out. Her hands covered her mouth like she didn't mean to say those words.
Brooke thought of her mother. She was a scythe-meister whose death scythe is now the new personal weapon of Lord Death and was so close to becoming a death scythe herself by her husband/meister. Brooke wanted to be just like her.
"Uh, do I get to eat everyday?" Harry said, feeling an emotion between shocked and overjoyed.
"Yup!"
"Get new clothes?"
"Mmm-hmm"
"A bed?"
"Just answer, already!" Brooke said impatiently, noticing he was stalling like she did with her filler questions.
"Alright," Harry said extending his arm for a handshake. "I'll be your weapon partner!"
Brooke was overjoyed. She shook his hands vigorously, starting to cry tears of joy, then a door in the hallway blasted off its hinges and a boy with black hair that had six lines on them, three in the front-right quarter and three in the back-left quarter, and emerald eyes bursted out.
"BROOKE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THIS EARLY! WE'RE SUPPOSED TO WAKE UP AT 6:66 (7:06)! GO TO BE-" a book connected to his skull as he fell back unconscious.
"Shut up, Damien..." She turned to go back to her room. "You can eat now Harry!"
Harry looked at the unconscious teen, Brooke, his plate of breakfast, and back at Brooke. He started to cry tears of joy himself when he just realized he had a home, a family, and would be taken care of.
"Thanks."
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The alarm clock rung as Brooke woke up from her dream and dressed up. Man, I wish my weapon would be like that boy. she thought as she tied her tie and prepared to eat breakfast.
Brooke walked into the kitchen to see a father, a mother, and a blood-covered brother stare at her.
"What's with the stares?" Brooke asked. She was afraid she was in trouble, a feeling she was new to.
"Care to explain the bum on the couch?" Brooke's identical mother with emerald eyes asked in a stern motherly tone.
"Huh!?" Brooke said, running to the couch to find the bum to be the blacked haired boy. It wasn't a dream after all. "Oh. Um, mom, dad, meet Harry. He's my new weapon."
"Picking a weapon by youself without my symmetrical consent? For shame!" Brooke's father said sternly.
"Now, Kid, don't get angry. It's fine if she picks her own weapon." Brooke's mom said to her husband.
"But Maka! If she gets an asymmetrical weapon, I'll be the pure definition of trash!" Two books collided into his skull, a punishment he was new with.
"Our daughter can pick her own weapon, Kid." Maka said with a bloody book in her hand while her daughter copied the pose.
"Uh, hello? Future Grim Reaper who is also your son is bleeding to near-death or coma. Don't you think he needs help?" Damien said as he fainted on cue.
"Go register this boy into the DWMA so you can start your meister classes." Maka said. They woke up Harry and they introduced themselves. Once they all ate (excluding the Reapers), Brooke and Harry left for school, ready to start their adventure.
On the next chapter...
Damien Albarn gets three kishin souls and is two witch souls shy of making Lara and Zoey into death scythes. He is sent to Istanbul to kill two traitorous witches. He has this in the bag, but what will his chances be the same when his little sis has to tag along?
Chapter 2: Damien Albarn: Will His Obsession with the #6 Get in the Way?
A/N: This is my first fanfic. I hope you like it. After every Author's Note, I'll put a description of every newly introduced character. You should know the original characters so I won't describe them. The originals that married are KidXMaka, SoulXLiz, and B*SXPatti.
Brooke Albarn: Looks like Maka, but has Kid's eyes. She is an independent who wants to best her brother in everything. Her dream is to be like her mother, an expert scythe-meister and death scythe.
Zoey Thompson: Has dirty blonde hair, like Liz, and sharp teeth, like Soul. She wears a tanktop, jean shorts, and a pink, fuzzy jacket. A lazy teen who is into all of that mainstream crap. She is close to being a death scythe by her meister, Damien Albarn. Named after Zoey from Left4Dead. I don't own Left4Dead. Weapon Form: Sawed-Off Shotgun
Lara Thompson: She looks like her sis, but with a black, fuzzy jacket. A smart, but shy, teen. She, like her sister, is close to becoming a death scythe. Named after Lara Croft from Tomb Raider. I don't own Tomb Raider. Weapon Form: Sawed-Off Shotgun
Dusk*Star: Wears the same clothes B*S wore and has spiky, blonde hair with blue streaks. A perv and an ignorant brat. He is , though, loyal to his friends and would sacrifice his life for them. Weapon Form: Electrified Numbchucks.
Harry: An orphan adopted by Brooke so he could be her weapon. He is a scythe and can be pretty mysterious. Named after Harry Potter. Don't own Harry Potter. Appearance inspired by Garry from Ib. Don't own Ib. Weapon Form: Scythe
Damien Albarn: Brooke's older brother by ten minutes. He is a perfectionist who hates symmetry. He wears asymmetrical suits to piss off his father, but has a lot of respect for him. He has OCD like his father, but his obsession is the number six. He is the second-next Lord Death, right behind his father.
