I haven't read any of the other Soul Eater Fanfictions on this site, but I guarantee you, that this is nothing like any of them. This is the story of two brothers, brought together by blood and bonded by pain. This fan fiction takes place within the Soul Eater Anime universe, and begins a few months after the death of the Keshin. Without anyone to stand in her way a long "dead" witch awakes from her sleep to wage war on Lord Death. Without being able to leave Death City, he is forced to make the students of the DWMA fight for him once again.

The reason I say that this is unlike any other Soul Eater story out there, is because my characters are based off of two people who are no longer with me, but who I promised would live on in my heart and now will live on in my writing. I only hope that I can honor their memory and write a story that is worthy of them.

Chapter 1: Kill Number 126; The Prodigal Drest Brothers?

There was a man covered in blood running down Main Street at inhuman speeds. The world blurred around him as blood splattered all over the streets and walls of New York. Though it was night, the lights of the surrounding buildings gave plenty of light for the crazed man to see by. Turning a corner, he looked back to see if he was still being pursued and found no one there. Slowly to a slight jog, then coming to a complete halt, the man began to catch his breath. His sweat mixed with the blood of his most recent victim as he sank into the shadows, a grin of insanity crossing his face as he recalled the horribly beautiful details of Kill Number 125. The young woman's blood still clung to his skin as he began to lick his lips and plan for Kill Number 126.

Unknown to the murderer, a teenage boy stood atop a building not too far ahead, his black trench coat flapped soundlessly in the air as his cold gray eyes pierced through the night. Knelt down next to him was another teenager who was watching the boy in his trench coat. The boy's gray eyes continued to follow the man as they grew cold in passionate hatred. The man had begun to walk toward a church across the street from where they were now sitting perched.

The man still did not notice them, he wouldn't until it was too late - just like the ones before him. The boy next to the boy in the trench coat glowed for a moment before turning into a blue sword. The boy in the trench coat lifted his Weapon into the air and closed his eyes. The wind blew the hood of his coat away from his head, revealing the black hair that was was hidden just moments ago. The boy raised his Weapon to be directly between his eyes. The wind around him went to a standstill, the debris of the aged building shook slightly for a moment before it too, came to a halt. Not a sound was heard from the boy, his weapon, or the church. All was silent in the City That Never Sleeps.

Slowly, the boy's right foot slid back as he took a lunging position, moving as though preparing to attack. His blue sword cut through the still air with a faint hum. The sword was set at his side complete the form, making him look like a one winged bird preparing for flight. The humming became more intense, and when it was loud enough that it was echoing up and down the streets and could be heard on most rooftops in the surrounding blocks, there was a faint light beginning to emit from the blade. The light spread down to his hands and curled around him until he, too, had begun to glow. The light went from colorless to light blue, then it slowly began to deepen and become brighter. The silence was finally broken as the boy took a breath.

Badum…. badum…. badum… The humming hadn't stopped, it had only grown louder and taken on the rhythm of a struggling heart. The blue light grew deeper and brighter still and then for a moment the boy's own heartbeat could be heard, just a moment behind that of the humming. A few seconds passed in which the beats were out of sync. Then as the heartbeats began to beat in perfect harmony, the boy spoke "Soul Resonance Level 1, Heart Harmony"

With a flash the boy flung his eyes open and jumped forward. The light that was pulsing around him exploded for a moment and the heartbeat became deafeningly loud. Just when it appeared that the sound would shatter the glass of the church's stain glass windows it suddenly stopped, and with a battle cry the boy rocketed through the glass. The light danced through the shattered glass, the boy's trench coat kept him from being cut as he located his target at the foot of the pulpit, a young girl standing in front of him. Rage boiled up inside the boy's heart, the man turned and look up with crazy eyes. There was a quick flash of fear before the man jumped into action, throwing himself from the pulpit to the pews below. The light emitted from the boy's sword was suddenly pulled into the blade making it shine a brilliant blue light, that though beautiful was obviously dangerous. The look in the boy's eye changed from one of anger to absolute rage.

"Blue Flame Wheel!" The boy opened his mouth, but the words seemed to come from everywhere. Without giving the murder the time to run or even breath he turned at an unbelievable speed and the energy was released from the menacing blue blade. It curved around him before it was thrown across the room to the unprotected man below, who was barely able to get out of the way before the pews on either side of him spontaneously combust and instantly turn to ash. He landed in front of the girl who the man was standing before a moment ago. He gave her a glance, saw that she was unharmed and turned back to the murder. The look in his eyes was one of vengeance, the knuckles on his sword hand were white as he squeezed it, barely holding himself together. There was a slight pain in the center of his chest, but he ignored it. There was not time to waste anymore, he had to finish this here and now.

"Number 126!" The man screamed his inhuman scream. He began to tear at his face, and the boy knew that Madness surrounded the fool heart. "That girl… she is number 126 in collection!" He pulled his hands away from his face, leaving red lines from where the nails had turn through the skin. He let out another bone chilling scream as the boy dropped the sword, letting it fall to the floor below where it sank into the carpet and stood straight up, as if waiting for him. "Give me…." The man began, his voice taking on a monstrous tone as the boy clapped his hands together and closed his eyes. The man shot forward with unbelievably speed throwing his hands at his sides as though they were claws that he intended to use to rip open the boy's throat. When he was just a few steps away, the boys eyes shot open expelling a massive amour of blue light, and the air around him rippled with energy. A larger sphere of blue light began to expand from where the boy stood, and when it made contact with the murderer's body it carried it away as though it were nothing but a feather in the wind.

"What is this?! Are you some kind of witch!?" The murderer asked, slightly panicked. He was unable to see the boys Soul. "Is this your Soul? You can move things just by letting your Soul out to its full size?"

"This isn't even the full size of my Soul." He spoke, the blue fading from his eyes as he took a step forward, causing the light of his Soul to press the man's body against the wall. "If you knew who you were messing with, you would have surrendered the moment you saw me break through the glass up there." He gestured. then with a blank face and emotionless eyes he spoke again, this time in a voice so cold that it chilled the man to his very Soul. "I am Clyde Drest, that Weapon over there is my brother Jon."

Clyde's Soul slowly began to retreat back to his body, releasing the man from the wall. The man must have heard the name before, because when he stood up he was poised to strike. The murderous look in his eyes returned and he smiled that sick smile. The man began to mumble under his breath and then took a small dagger from the coat of his pocket. It wasn't a Weapon, it was definitely home-made, though it was very skillfully done. There was still blood on the blade from his most recent kill, Kill 125. The man wiped the blood from the dagger with leg of his pants and then pointed it at Clyde.

"I may not be a Meister like you, but I think I have more experience with killing people than you do. You're going to be kill number 126, and then I'm going to wait until your brother comes out of Weapon form and cut him into tiny pieces. Then, I'll kill that girl over there." He started to laugh and was too distracted with his own humor to notice the sly smile appear on Clyde's face.

Within a few seconds the man was suddenly gone, appearing behind Clyde, knife in hand. Clyde responded quickly with a roll to his right, leaving the man to strike the air behind him. Placing his right elbow on the ground, Clyde sent a spinning kick into his jaw and using the momentum to spin to his feet, where he stopped the spinning of the murderer by placing his hand on his throat.

"I won't be kill 125, and there won't be a kill 126." Clyde's pupils dilated and he used Soul Perception to hear his Soul. "From what I can tell, you have a sick personality. You don't care about anyone but yourself and you find it fun to kill. It's people like you who keep me in business." Clyde tossed him a few feet and crossed his arms, remembering the sensation that his Soul had played within his mind. "There are many ways to understand a Soul, all the senses can be used in Soul Perception you know. Well, I guess I'm just going to end this." He listened to the sound of the murders soul, then allowed his to flow out slightly.

Soul Wavelength 1, Soul Amplitude 2, Soul Power required 5%

He opened his eyes to see that the man had jumped to his feet and had turned to fight back. Clyde smiled again and looked over toward his brother, then back towards the man with the knife. He chuckled and raised his right hand, and with a flick of his wrist Jon shifted from Weapon to human form and jumped toward Clyde, turning back into a sword, and landing softly in his brothers waiting hand.

Resonance Level 1, Heart Harmony

The air became still, and Jon began to glow slightly, then the light built intensely until it was almost blinding. Let's use Reaper Slice! Jon said within Clyde's mind. Clyde smiled and slammed the blade of the sword down with groundbreaking force and flinging dust into the air high enough to hide them. Clyde jumped several feet into the air and doing a backflip, landed on the windowsill of one of the stain glass windows behind him.

The dust was already beginning to fade, but it had done its job, leaving Clyde and Jon almost ten feet away. It gave them a few moments to concentrate on the task at hand. Jon's blade began to shimmer and the light spread out from it, building until the blade had expanded to three times its original size. Energy poured from it, fading between blue and green and then returning to blue.

When the dust was completely cleared the man looked up at Clyde and Jon. His brown eyes grew wide with fear, shock and confusion. The man hesitated and that moment was his last, because just then Clyde moved. In the blink of an eye, Clyde jumped from the window, sliced through the man and landed in a crouch a few steps behind him. Jon returned to normal size and stopped glowing. Clyde stood up and began to walk away.

"You missed!" The man said, taking a step toward them, and raising his knife to strike. "I thought you would be more fun, kill 126!" He ran toward Clyde who turned to face him. He raised his left hand and within it was a small ball of red and black light. It looked like a small ball of magma that swirled in Clyde's outstretched hand.

"Reaper Slice, Release!" Clyde hissed, his voice echoing across the entire church, and then a multitude of bloody slices appeared on the man's chest. Then they began to glow with blue light. Pain twisted his face and he fell to his knees trying to find where the pain was coming from, clawing at his bloody chest.

"In the time it took you to realize that I'd moved, I cut through your body five times. It happened so fast, your brain didn't have time to realize you were dead." Jon transformed back into his human form, and took the soul from Clyde.

"I've always hated these things." Jon signed to his brother. Jon had been deaf since birth and the sign language had always been their primary form of communication even once they learned how to talk telepathically they still signed more than anything else. "They don't have a flavor, but it's like eating sandpaper." Jon opened his mouth and swallowed the man's soul.

Jon looked back with a disgusted look toward the altar where the girl was still standing, still shocked. He gestured from Clyde to the girl and started to walk away. Clyde looked around before following Jon who was already smiling a big smile at the girl, she looked terrified and had yet to speak.

"Hey! My name is Clyde. We need to get out of here, is there somewhere you need to be?" Clyde said when he was near the young girl.

From that distance he could tell that she was quite a few years younger than Clyde and Jon, maybe eleven or twelve. She was wearing a small white dress that was much too big on her little frame and her eyes were sunken and dark. She looked like she hadn't eaten in days, and the moment Clyde saw her he knew that she was an orphan. Feeling an aching in his heart, he walked over to the girl and reached to take her face in his hands.

"Where are your parents?" Clyde asked, concern in his eyes. She looked over to the murders dead body. She didn't say anything so Clyde asked again. "What happened to your parents?"

"He killed them…. He killed them five days ago, and left me here by myself." Her eyes swelled up with tears and she pulled away from him, crying into her hands. Jon walked away and sat down on one of the pews that hadn't caught fire. He pulled a PS Vita from his pocket and started playing it.

"Shhh…" Clyde said in a sweet voice. "It's going to be okay, everything is fine. Where do you live?" She looked up into his face and took a deep breath, trying to gain her composure. It took her some time to speak again, and it was in a whisper when she finally did.

"I lived in a trailer park… he killed everyone there." She looked it Clyde's eyes with a hollowness that he had never seen before, her pupils so big you could barely see the dark green. "We didn't leave anyone alive."

Clyde wrapped his arms around the young girl and she cried into his shoulder. The whole time he forced himself not to blink, drying out his eyes to prevent them from tearing up.

"What is your name?" He asked her, trying to bring her back.

"Serenity…. my name is Serenity." She said through her tears. When she was finally finished she was weak and had the hiccups. He ran through a thousand scenarios in his mind and could only come to one conclusion.

"Would you like to come home with us, Serenity? We live in a big apartment and I'm sure there is room for you. You can even have my bed if you want." Clyde smiled and took a step back holding his hand out for her. For a moment she just stared at it. Hesitantly, she linked her fingers with his. He looked over to Jon and walked out the front door of the church without another word. Jon looked up when he walked by and followed close behind.

It was cold outside now, almost as if the city knew what had happened inside the church. The cold bit into Jon's skin and Serenity, being as small as she was, shivered constantly, until Clyde noticed and wrapped his coat around her. When the weight of the coat began to slow her down, Clyde stopped her to let her climb on his back.

Jon looked down each alley and on every rooftop, knowing that, should anything happen, he would have to alert his brother of danger. Jon's Soul Perception pierced through every wall, car and shadow. Clyde never took his eyes from in front of his face.

They walked for about a quarter of a mile before Serenity fell asleep. Even with dead weight, it was far too easy for Clyde to lift her; she was almost nothing but skin and bones. A deep frown settled on Clydes face and he slowed to a stop. He looked over at Jon and nodded toward a window across the street that had a bench next to it that looked pretty comfortable.

Clyde set Serenity down on the bench and walked over to the window. Though it had gotten chilly there was no frost on the glass, so he breathed onto it. When it was fogged up enough, he set his finger to write on it.

"42-42-564, when you want to knock on Death's door." Then with a shimmer the glass showed a man in a skull mask. It took him a moment to realize that someone had contacted him. The Lord Death look at Clyde.

"Lord Death, it's me, Clyde." He said, looking at the bench that Serenity was

"Hiya! How you doin'?" Lord Death replied, Spirit standing behind him.

"Yo, Clyde!" Spirit said waving in the background. "What's going on?"

"Well, I took out Jason Dillon, but he had kidnapped this girl." Clyde stepped aside to show Spirit and Lord Death Serenity. She was sound asleep, not even stirring one bit. "Also, with the soul collected today, Jon has 43."

"That's great!" Lord Death said, holding up a peace sign. "What do you plan to do with the girl?" He said, with Spirit leaning in for a closer look.

"Well, I think I'll bring her home with us for a few days, at least until we can find her somewhere else to stay."

"That's a great idea! Well, I'll see you when you get here!" Lord Death waved. "Bye now"

Clyde looked over at Serenity, then rose to walk to her side. He lifted her in his arms and gestured for Jon to follow him. They walked off, unfazed by man laying on a rooftop 2 kilometers away looking down his scope. His finger hovered over the trigger and he took a deep breath. There was a moment of silence before he looked away from his scope and stood up wiping the dust from his clothes.

The man had cold blue eyes, dirty blond hair that fell to his shoulders and a scar on his right cheek that was almost a perfect C. His sniper was completely black, except for three white lines that were on his muzzle compensator. They curved half way around the compensator.

"Let's go, Anubis." The man said, setting the sniper rifle on the ground and walking away. The rifle vanished and instead was replaced by a man with black hair that had three white lines around the right side of his head. The Lines of Sanzu seemed to shine in the light of the full moon, the white almost completely illuminated.

Anubis ran his hand through the Lines of Sanzu, thinking back to the perfect shot they had a moment ago. His partner was always giving up the perfect shot, much to his annoyance. Despite his displeasure, he followed, not looking back to see what the boy was doing.

"He will be ready next time, I promise." The man said, looking back at Anubis. Anubis nodded, lost in thought.

"He wouldn't be worth killing now, he's far too inexperienced with his abilities for it to be with it. He wouldn't withstand a single attack from us. Let's just continue with the plan first."

"I would prefer to finish him now, he may be a problem in the future. We will have our hands full with Maka, Black*Star and Death son, Death the Kid. They are a great team, this boy will definitely make that team stronger. I've looked into his soul, he is a monster."

The man laughed and turned back to Anubis; the look on his face was enough to make a child scream. The sick joy was overwhelming, and even Anubis, who was used to it, felt the strength of his Madness.

"I'm a monster too, unless you've forgotten. I am one of the Immortal Clan, I am as strong as the Kishin was. I have the most powerful in the world at my side." The man turned and looked back in the direction of Clyde. His smile grew, and his eyes became even colder. "I want to kill him when he's strong enough to know just how much he should be afraid."

Anubis knew the fear that he felt. The Madness of this man was like nothing he had ever felt. Though Madness flowed from him, he was completely sane. The most terrifying part was that, even after all this time, Anubis knew that at any given moment he would turn on him, deeming him worthy of killing…. and Anubis was sure that he would not survive.

Clyde, Serenity and Jon were standing in front of the entrance to Death's Chamber. Serenity was now awake and was shifting on her feet nervously. Watching the young girl reminded Clyde of a time when he stood in front of this entrance ten years ago, covered in dirt and grime. Jon was in tears, completely devastated by the lose of their mother.

It was on that day they had met Professor Stein, who was the one to kill and take the soul of their mother, a witch by the name of Juno. She had many children, but they were the only ones living when Stein saw Clyde use his soul to defend himself. At the of eight, Clyde was already a adept user of Soul Menace. Though he stood no chance against Stein and his weapon, but was able to resonate with Stein's soul, showing him the potential that the boy and his twin brother.

When Stein had returned he told them that Lord Death would allow them to stay and train at the DWMA, as long as they found a way to inhibit Clyde's powers to be equal to that of the other students his age. For the next few he trained with Stein one on one, until he became overcome with madness, and then he didn't continue the private training when Stein joined again at the DWMA. It was a few days after Stein's disappearance that Lord Death placed two black bracelets on his wrists that withheld two thirds of his power. This was more than Death had expected, leaving him weaker than his fellow students.

This was the first time they had been home to the DWMA in almost six months. Since the outbreak of Madness upon the defeat of the Kishin, it seemed that only the top Meister/Weapon could stand a chance against the rise in violence. So for the first time in almost six years the brothers were paired together. Their bond was stronger than most, with combined powers of Clyde's extremely large and dense soul, with Jon's ability to become almost any type of weapon he soon became a Two Star Meister.

Serenity coughed, bringing his attention back to the present. He felt his shoulders tense as Stein walked up toward them, twisting the screw that went through his head. There was a glare on his glasses as he pushed them up, revealing that he was looking Clyde directly in the eye. Clyde swallowed hard, and felt his right hand tense. Stein stared at him for a long while before finally speaking.

"You've grown Clyde, Jon. I can see that my idea to team the two of you up has paid off. Though Clyde, I'm telling you this as your friend." He paused for effect, then he took a few steps forward, saying. "If you keep being so cocky about your own abilities you will never become the kind of Meister that you think you are. You have the potential, but you need to be humbled a bit."

He didn't say anything else, but turned around and started walking toward Death's Chamber. That was all the invitation Jon needed, who jumped up from his seat on the floor and followed Stein like a lost puppy. Serenity looked up toward Clyde then took his, pulling a shocked Clyde with her. Clyde didn't object, just followed with his mouth hanging open.

Death was waiting for them, Spirit standing beside him. The room was cold, but Clyde barely felt the effects. Despite everything that Clyde felt nervous. Something about the sudden message that had arrived that morning, telling him to report to Death's Chamber upon arrival in Death City, had freaked him out. Jon had just shrugged.

"Maybe you're in trouble?" He had said jokingly, though the thought hadn't quite left Clyde's thoughts.

"You're probably wondering why we wanted you to come here." Death said in his usual chipper voice. "Well the answer is quite simple. You're being demoted to a One Star Meister!"

Jon busted out laughing, falling to the floor with his hands to his ribs. Spirit looked at him like he was insane. Jon stayed there, laughing the whole time, until Spirit threatened to kill him. When he finally rose to his feet again Clyde's face had sucken and there was a deep frown on his face.

"This isn't a punishment." said Death. "This is because we believe it is time you went back to training. We can't spare Mifune or Stein to give you personal teachers, so the best thing to do is put you into classes. We also feel that you should have the chance to be a pair with your brother more long term. Though don't worry, we haven't forgotten your skill."

"You will be in Strike Team with Maka, Black*Star and Death's Son, Death the Kid." Stein continued. "You will have private lessons with me and Mifune whenever we can set apart the time. Besides that you will just have to do the work that we assign you." Stein walked over to Serenity and set a hand on her shoulder.

"You young lady have been on my mind all day!" Death said, even more excited than normal. "Would you like to be a weapon Meister?"

"What's a Meister….?" Serenity asked, her voice barely audible in the noiseless room. Lord Death bounced over. His giant hands took both of Serenity's and walked with her over to the window that he used to watch the world. They began to talk as Stein stood and walked over to Clyde and Jon.

"You will start class at seven a.m. Sid will be your first class of the day, and Mifune will be your second. After his class you'll have private studies, followed by lunch. Last class of the day will be with me, and it will your entire Strike Team. Do you understand?"

Clyde nodded then translated to Jon, who nodded. Stein motioned for them to follow. Serenity was laughing over by Death, who was showing her pictures in his mirror. Clyde felt an ache as he walked away, knowing that he wouldn't see her for at least a few hours. After only a short time her had grown attached to the young girl. Jon looked back at Spirit who nodded at him before waving goodbye.

Clyde and Jon Crest took the twenty minute walk to their apartment in the middle of Death City. The door was unlocked so they walked right in, and took turns taking showers. Clyde keep thinking about Maka and Black*Star. He knew that with Death the Kid the three had succeeded in killing the Kishin. All three were exceptional Meisters, who just had to become Two Star Meisters.

He remembered that Black*Star was the one who defeated Mifune and brought him to teach at the DWMA. This had helped Clyde quite a bit over the past few months. With regular private lessons from Mifune, he had learned to control Jon in Blue Flame Sword Mode with amazing efficiency. Though he had learned combat skills from Stein in the few months they had trained together, and years of practice had given him the skill to hold his own with most Three Star Meisters. Mifune had taught him everything about swordfighting.

Jon came out of the shower and got Jon's attention. Jon looked over to him, who pointed toward the door. a shadow appeared in front of the window. A moment later a boy with blue hair and all black clothing burst through the door.

"Yawhoo!" The boy said, standing in the livingroom. "I've bet you've never seen a big star like me!" The boy said, pressing his thumb into his chest.

"The names Black*Star and I'm here to see if you're worth to join our Strike Team." He took an offensive stance, getting low to the ground. Clyde smiled to himself, because he knew that this was actually going to be enjoyable.

"I hope you can fight as well as you can run your mouth," Clyde said, walking out the back door. He knew that he couldn't use his full abilities, the weight of the bracelets reminded him just how powerless he could really be. The wasn't too worried, though. A smile crossed his face. "'Cause if not... You're not going to be able to walk away from this."