A/N: This is an anime version of Dissidia. I have taken some of the most popular, including Naruto, Bleach, Fairy Tail, and One Piece, together for one epic story. Please enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater, Naruto, Bleach, Fairy Tail, One Piece, Trigun, Black Cat, Full Metal Alchemist, D. Grayman, or Shaman king.
Death, the Lord of Order.
Asura, the Demon of Madness.
These two were at a constant struggle. They were at a complete standstill in might and will, and it was thought that there would never be a decided victor.
But now, they have brought mighty warriors from the vast existence of worlds to tip the scales.
Now, the fate of mankind lies on the shoulders of these soldiers of Order and Madness
The unforgiving sun blazed down over the dry desert plain. The arid sands were more intense than normal with mounds of burning silicon shaping in every direction. There were few plateaus that provided shade and a scarce number of floras that allow sustenance – the regular desert graveyard. Vultures were apparently capable of inhabiting this region as they slowly circled around the sky. Their targets: two unconscious teenagers.
The first was a fairly petite young girl with ashy-blond hair tied into two thin pigtails and a pair of jade-green eyes. Her attire consisted of a lengthy-black trench coat covering a pure-white blouse, a red plaid skirt, a pair of simple white gloves, and black boots with white buckles.
The other was a male roughly around her age with snow-white hair swept to one side, crimson-red eyes, and odd shark-like teeth that there tilted in a lazy smirk. He wore a black and yellow sports jacket that matched his shoes, a pair of deep-maroon pants, and a sweatband featuring a red-lipped mouth bearing pointed fangs surrounded with the letters 'E-A-T.' around his head.
The girl fidgeted for a moment before opening her eyes, slowly pushing herself to a sitting position.
"What happened?" She asked herself. She rubbed her eyes to clear her blurry vision, finding herself in a terrain unknown to her. In a panic, she quickly stood up and looked in all directions. "Hello? Is anyone there?" She kept trying to think of what happened, but the last thing she remembered was... ,"Soul!" Then, there was a grumble.
She looked over to her right side and saw the other teen sleeping on his back with his typical lazy grin. It angered her how he would always be the calm one in crucial situations like this. Crawling over to him, she grasped him by his shoulders and started shaking him awake.
"Soul." She said, pushing him again. "Hey, Soul, wake up." Soul merely responded with a head shake, and turned over to his side. The girl scowled at him and began again to wake him up. "Soul! You need to wake up." Soul grumbled again, and swatted his hand at her. Finally growing irritated, she somehow pulled a book from out of nowhere and smacked it down over his head. "Wake up, dumbass!"
Soul let out a yell of pain and held the area where he was hit. He quickly stood up, and began to bark at his attacker.
"What the hell was that for, Maka! I was just trying to sleep!" Maka shot up and grabbed him by the collar, staring him down with a glare that would send most men running to the hills – him included.
"Do you have any idea where we are?" Maka screamed angrily. "This is no time to be sleeping!" It was then, that Soul realized where they were. He stepped back from Maka, and began to look at the new surroundings.
"Where are we?" Soul asked. Maka crossed her arms and replied.
"If I knew that, I would have told you." Soul scratched his head, and groaned.
"Ah man, this is so not cool." He said, turning to Maka. "Do you remember anything?" Maka was about to speak, but she came to a startling realization.
"N-no." She said in a worried tone. Soul eyed her curiously as she continued. "I remember little bits about you and me, but…I can't remember anything else. Our friends, our family, our home – they're all gone." Soul shot her a surprised look from this, and began to think himself.
"Me too. That's all I remember." Maka looked at Soul with a frightened expression, and said.
"Soul, I'm scared." Soul nodded in response, and said.
"Yeah, this whole thing is crazy. What are we supposed to do?" Maka shook her head, and looked down. Soul scratched the back of his head, and knelt down while groaning.
"Hmmm, maybe I can help you two." Both, Maka and Soul snapped from their states, and began to search for the one talking, but found no origin. "Sorry, but I'm not there."
"Who are you?" Maka asked.
"Well, I cannot answer that now, but I am the one who is here to help you." Soul put his hands in his jacket, and asked.
"Why should we trust you?"
"You don't have a reason." The voice answered. "But, you also don't have much of a choice at the moment." Maka composed herself and asked.
"What do you want from us?"
"For now, to go west." All of a sudden, a large, white, and flat hand appeared above them, and pointed in the direction of west. "That way." Soul was about to speak again, but was cut off by Maka.
"We really don't have much of a choice." Soul looked at her, and sighed.
"Fine." He said.
"Good." The voice said. "Now, get going." Then, the hand disappeared. Maka and Soul stared at each other, and Maka spoke.
"Guess we get started." Then, she began to walk west. Soul groaned, and followed her.
A ways behind them, a hazy figure watch them walk away, and then it began to fade away.
Half an hour later:
Maka and Soul slowly trudged through the intense heat of the sun, and the reflection of it off the sand. Soul groaned, and said.
"This is Hell. It has to be." Maka, who was trying to think of walking instead of the heat, replied.
"Just shut up. We need to just keep walking. We'll get their eventually." Soul let his head drop, and dropped back in pace a bit. After a couple more yards, they came up on a particularly steep dune. Maka was the first to attempt the incline, while Soul was trailing far behind.
Maka had made it halfway up the dune before slipping in the sand and started tumbling backwards. She rolled down the hill, until she collided with an oblivious Soul. The two went back a few feet, and landed with Soul on his back and Maka on top of him. Maka sat up from him, rubbed her head, and said.
"Sorry." Soul quickly stood up, and brushed off his jacket.
"Why are we doing this? We have no way of trusting that voice." At this point, Maka had picked herself up, and followed suit.
"I know, but Soul, we don't remember anything. All we can actually remember is each other, but past that: nothing." Soul sighed and let his head drop.
"This whole thing is just messed up." He said. Maka nodded, and replied.
"We just need to keep going." With that, the two attempted the dune again. This time there were no huge blunders, but they still had a couple slips on the loose sand. Once they had made it over, they could a small point in the horizon. Soul put his hands in his jacket, and said.
"That must be our destination." Maka nodded, and began to step forward. Then, Soul pushed her out of the way before a slash of energy made impact with the sand. Both Soul and Maka looked up from the ground, and saw a figure begin to fade in. It was at first hazy, but eventually the person was made clear to be another Maka.
Soul and Maka were shocked, and unable to speak. The newcomer looked exactly like Maka with the exception that the mimicked creature had violet hair and metal stitches under her right eye. The copy wore a gray overcoat with silver pants, and gray boots. In her hand, she carried a green and black scythe with a sharp-toothed pattern that separated the two hues down the line of the blade.
"W-what is this." Maka asked in a tone of shock. Soul stood up and replied.
"I have no idea." Maka followed suit, and stood with him. Then, the copy Maka dashed straight towards them, and brought her scythe back to strike. Maka crossed her arms for protection, and Soul did the same, but got in front of Maka to protect her. Once the copy was in range to strike, she slashed forward, but was somehow deflected with a ching of metal clashing.
Maka opened her eyes, and noticed that neither she nor Soul was harmed by the attack. She brought her arms down, and asked with a curious expression.
"What just happened?" Soul responded by turning around, and revealing his left arm had turned into a red and black blade, with a sharp-toothed pattern going down the line. Soul gave her a confused expression.
"Um, Maka?" He said. Maka stared at the blade as something began to click in her mind.
"Soul, I think I remember something." She said. Soul also looked down at his bladed arm and replied.
"Yeah...me too." As they were talking, the copy came back around for another attack. Maka thought quick and yelled.
"Soul!"
"Right." Soul replied.
In the brief moment that the fake started swinging around, the white-haired teen crouched before jumping up and dissolving it a quick sequence of light. When the light had faded, his appearance had shifted to a lengthy scythe with a blade similar to his arm earlier being carried by a silver pole. Maka wasted no time grabbing her newly changed partner and clashing with her copy, sending sparks flying from the two colliding metals.
Soul's image could be seen in the reflection of the red and black scythe. His expression seemed shocking as he said.
"Maka." Maka quickly looked, and saw a copy Soul in the scythe blade of the copy Maka.
Both the original and the copy Makas jumped back, and stared each other down.
"What is that thing?" Soul asked. Maka gripped hard, and gained an angry expression.
"I don't know." She said. "But, I'm ending it right now!" Then, she sprinted towards the copy and the copy did the same towards the original.
Maka readied Soul and so did the copy. Then, right when she was in striking distance, the copy swung copy Soul at Maka. But, Maka jumped into the air, and over the copy. As she began to land, Maka did a 360 spin, and Soul went right through its mid-back.
Maka landed gracefully, and stood up. When she turned around, she saw a giant gash from when Soul hit the copy, but, instead of blood, there was a dull light. Then, from the gash, the copy began to dissolve into particles of light. Eventually, the copy had completely faded away into nothing.
Maka sighed and said.
"Good things that's over."
"Maka!" Soul yelled abruptly. Maka glanced to her right, and brought Soul up to deflect the attack from another Maka copy. "How many are there?"
As soon as he asked, another copy jumped up, and began to come down with the scythe. Maka quickly reacted and dodged to the right, while the copy hit the sand. Maka got back onto her feet and eyed the two copies. Then, the copy on the left sprinted at Maka. Maka swung Soul around, hit the copy Soul. Next, she spun around and gave a thorough cut through the copy's chest. This sent the copy flying back, and hit the sand hard.
Then, Maka dashed at the copy. This cut it off guard, and it was too late to defend against the attack. Maka did a clean uppercut right up the middle, and the copy just fell over.
Maka huffed and put Soul down to her side.
"I think that's all of them." She said. Then, Soul turned back into his human form.
"Better for us." He said. Soul put his hands behind his head, and turned west. "Guess we should keep going." Then, he began walking. Maka nodded and followed him.
"Aren't you wondering about those things?" She asked.
"Hopefully that voice can tell us. He seems to know more about this whole thing than we do." Maka nodded in agreement.
"At least were not helpless anymore." She said.
"Yeah." Soul replied. Then, the two continued onto the spire in the distance.
Another half an hour later:
Soul and Maka stood with their breaths taken away. Before them, was a huge temple the size of a skyscraper – maybe even two skyscrapers. The walls looked ancient, but well-kept that there wasn't even the smallest crack in the thinnest corner. The most distinguishing feature was a giant dome in the center, with a large spire rising from the top. Stemming from the dome was branches of halls that stretched four miles in each direction. Behind it was a large waterfall that fell into a small lake that was surrounded by a lush green garden.
"This is...amazing." Maka uttered. Soul nodded, and replied.
"Yeah, it's pretty cool."
They kept standing in aw for a couple more minutes before they were suddenly jumped by a man that literally popper out of nowhere. It was hard to tell what he looked like due to his unusual attire of wearing a black cloak with an unusual number of edges. But possibly his most…unique feature was the white skull mask that was far from intimidating due to its cartoonish appearance.
Maka and Soul both jumped back in surprise to the man's sudden arrival. The man tilted his head, and said in the voice from before.
"Hey, Hi, How are ya! I see you have arrived!" The two nodded. "Now, welcome to the Serene Citadel." He said, while motioning a giant flat hand towards the temple. "This shall be your home for the days to come." Maka composed herself and asked.
"Wait, tell us who you are." The man straightened, and answered.
"Oh, yes. Well, I am Lord Death." Soul looked dumbfounded briefly as he eyed Death.
"Wait…your name is Death?" Death tilted his head, sound particularly amused.
"That's what they call me? Is that a problem?" Soul groaned inwardly as he looked away.
"Hanging around with a guy named Death isn't exactly boosting my confidence."
"Soul!" Maka slapped a hand over his head, causing him to finch as she bowed apologetically. "Please forgive him – he's an idiot. So...if you're the one that brought us here...why are we here?" Death brought a finger up and said.
"That shall have to wait until later."
"What about the copies of us that we fought?" Maka asked. With the finger still up, Death turned to Maka and replied.
"That will also have to wait till later." Soul groaned and asked.
"And when exactly is later?" Death brought his hand down and turned towards the citadel.
"When the others show up, of course." Both of the teens made confused looks.
"Others?" Maka said. Death began to walk back to the citadel and said.
"Once again, that will have to wait." Maka and Soul gave each other slide glances.
"Let's just go. We really don't have a choice." Maka said. Soul sighed and replied.
"Yeah, but this just doesn't seem cool." Maka nodded, and the two followed Death into the citadel.
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