finally, a soul eater story! i've been wanting to write one for a long while.
summary: stein makes a clone of maka... and maka has a foreboding dream about it... but no one will listen to her.
disclaimer: i dont own soul eater, cuz soul eater is awesome, and i dont own disneyworld, cuz its in florida. which is really far from where i am now.
warning: language. im so sorry. :( i dont like swearing.
Chapter 1: Disneyworld, Nightmares, Eggs, and School
Maka's POV
"We're finally done with our last mission," Soul drawls, yawning. We stroll down the sidewalk, trying to find a mirror or maybe even a reflective window so we can contact Lord Death and report to him about the latest kishin egg.
"Yeah, it's freaking summer and we still have assignments," I answer, wiping sweat from my forehead. The laughing sun above us is burning into my already-tan skin, and I forgot to put on sunblock, even though we're in the burning lava-hot-pit called Florida- did I mention that it was summer? "What sucks the most is that we couldn't even go and visit Disneyworld."
"Disneyworld is for kids."
"Disneyworld is for the young at heart."
"Disney gives little kids bad ideas about the world."
"Bad? What, like a handsome prince will come and save them? That one day they'll meet the perfect girl?"
"It gets their hopes up."
"Soul, quit being a half-assed banana."
"I like bananas."
"Soul."
"Okaaaay, calm down, Maka. It's just Disneyworld."
I grit my teeth. "Never mind, Soul. You boys are just so thick-headed."
"Boys? I'm a man."
"Yeah, and men love Disney."
"You made that up."
"Fine; real men love Disney and aren't afraid to show it."
"I'm sexy and you know it."
"You know what, how about you shut up for now, and I won't slam a book onto your measly little head that contains your measly little brain, since you need your measly little brain for fighting measly little kishin eggies."
"Deal." We shake hands and go on sauntering on the sidewalk, ignoring each other.
Ten minutes later, we arrive at an empty, abandoned, closed-down lot with an empty building and glossy windows. It's dusty, too, so I trace 42-42-564 into the dust on the windowpane and watch as the window changes from being slightly reflective to streaming Lord Death and that horrible monster with red hair that I call my Papa.
"Well, hel-loooooo Maka," Papa swoons, bending in towards the mirror, making his face seem unnaturally close up. I take a step back and Soul chuckles behind me.
"Please go away, Papa," I complain. "You're being a freak." I mean, I know he's obsessed with me and all, but he seriously needs to realize that I hate it when he brings home a woman or something. It's like he's trying to replace Mom. Mom is irreplaceable, no matter what.
And then there's the problem of stalking me everywhere, being the overprotective dad, I can't date till I'm 80 years old, yada yada yada.
Lord Death popped out of nowhere and pushed Papa to the side. "Hellooooooo chillens', it's me, Lord Death! How did your mission go? Did you defeat the kishin egg? It certainly looks like it. Good job, hurray, goodbye. I'm watching a football game here. Next."
The screen blinks off, leaving me and Soul to stare at our reflections in awkward silence.
"Um," he says.
"Well… that was fast," I mutter.
"You don't say," Soul sighs.
"Oh yes I say, Soul Eater Evans. What happened to shutting up?"
Soul backs up and bows down low. "I give up, your bitchy Highness."
"Good." I pat him on the head.
I wake up sweating, my breath racing, and my heart pounding with a quick, rapid tha-thump tha-thump tha-thump.
It's always like this, with the stupid nightmare that keeps on coming back and haunting my dreams. I barely have any sleep, I'm so scared of having that freaking dream again.
Normally I'm tough, tough Maka, not scared of anything. But it's the stupid nightmare. Freaking stupid nightmare.
It usually begins kind of like a movie, with a black screen, and then I suddenly see stuff and realize that I'm ripping people's hearts and souls out of their bodies and tearing them apart. It's pure-out blood splattered all over a barely white floor, and everywhere people are bowing down to me and kissing the ground. They're all gazing at me with adoration.
Absolutely gory.
And then I see my dad in front of me, his arms outstretched, his mouth bloody, and a gaping hole in his chest. His eyes are glassy and blank. But he's grinning.
I slowly turn around, and then I spot all my friends, BlackStar, Tsubaki, Kid, Liz, Patti, Soul…
My dream-version snarls and gives a freakish evil laugh when it sees Soul. He's practically grabbing onto my legs and clawing me like there's no tomorrow. I step away and give him a good kick, and he sprawls onto the tainted red floor like a broken puppet.
"Stop!"
There's a voice in the corner, and there's a clone of me, huddled up, knees to her chest. She's the only one with a beating heart and glowing blue soul left. There's a tiny white ring that is completely clear of blood all around her.
It's completely hate-able. (Even if that isn't a word, le awesome perfect me made a new word.)
She looks up at me with wide-ass eyes.
"It'll make you perfect," I snarl, and suddenly I reach forward to rip her tiny heart out-
I'm suddenly staring at my reflection, leaning in to kill me-
And then I wake up.
I have this, like, every other week. It adds more details every week, like I'm fixing the story, continuing it, whatever.
Last time, my clone wasn't looking at me with wide eyes. And I didn't switch into her body towards the end.
See, these are the reasons why I DON'T want to sleep. I mean, nightmares aren't real and all, but, it freaks me out, despite me being used to blood.
I lay back onto my bed, biting my lip.
Normal POV
Stein gazes down proudly at his new creation.
He wonders if Spirit had really, in his right mind, asked for this, and if it wasn't some clone of him. But, well, Spirit had been looking pretty tipsy, coming into his house, two scantily clad girls hanging on to him, one a blonde, and another a sarcastic brunette.
They had seemed plenty scared of him, and Stein had just given them a crazed look.
Then Spirit had made his request, and stomped out the door, grinning.
"Hey, Stein-kuuuun, how 'bout you make a perfect little Maka... One that's absolutely perfect... One that loves me..."
And now, he had this thing on his hands.
He can't wait to show Spirit the results of the clone…
…the clone of Maka Albarn.
"Hey, Stein-kuuuun... how 'bout you make a perfect little Maka..."
Maka's POV
I get up extra-early, just because I can't sleep, and the bed is entirely too uncomfortably hot for my liking. I throw the covers back and shove my feet into my slippers, stretching. I crack my back and my neck and maybe a leg before striding out past Soul's room, down the hallway, and into the kitchen.
I toss some eggs and scramble them until they're partially cooked and still a little bit raw, just the way Soul likes them.
He's grabbing my legs, clawing them, desperately...
He wants me.
Pain strikes through me, and I stumble backwards, dropping the pan with a loud, obnoxious CLANG, as Soul's tormented face flashes in my vision. I can almost feel his rough hands grasping my scratched legs, squeezing the life out of me.
I shake my head and everything blurs back to normal. However, the stupid-ass eggs are splattered all over the freaking floor.
Crap.
"Whassamatter?"
I turn around, and believe it or not, Soul is standing there, crusty eyed, drool hanging out of his mouth, staring groggily at the mess in the kitchen.
Then he shakes his head really quickly, just like I did.
"What happened?" Soul asks, all bright-eyed, drool gone, posture regained (it's still a slouch either way, but, comparably, it's great posture). He glances around at the cracked eggs and the splattered half-cooked yellow goo all over the floor and sighs. "What did you do to those poor, poor eggs? They look like you just kishinified them. Swiped them off a building and have them crash all the way down to the cemented floor."
I grab the nearest book in sight- a thankfully large recipe cookbook- and slam it on his head as hard as I dare without cracking his noggin. He slumps to the floor like a dead unicorn, whimpering, holding his head, while I begin my rant, "WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU CARE MORE ABOUT THE EGGS THAN ME, YOU A-HOLE! THAT'S YOUR BREAKFAST, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO CLEAN UP HALF OF THAT, YOU HEAR ME?"
He shrinks back a little bit.
The neighbors probably have gotten used to my yelling at 6:30 in the morning by now, since nobody yells back. The last time I screamed my head off at Soul because he was being perverted (having a nosebleed all over the newly cleaned sheets of his bed while Blair was smothering him with her big-ass boobs) the neighbors- more than one of them- knocked on our door, politely, and screamed back at us.
"WHAT THE F**** WE'RE TRYING TO GET SOME F***ING SLEEP HERE B****!"
"KEEP DOWN THE VOLUME, IF I WANTED THE VOLUME, I WOULD MOVE OVER TO BLACK STAR'S!"
"THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, IT'S FREAKING FIVE THIRTY, AND YOU'RE YELLING AT A POOR, INNOCENT BOY!"
The list goes on and on and on.
Well, needless to say, Soul got yelled at even more- when we got out of hearing distance, to be safe.
I mean, I feel sorry for Soul sometimes, since he got stuck with moi. But I never get why he chooses to stay by my side. Thanks to him, I'm now one of the top meisters at the DWMA. He gets fan letters every day, by both adoring, annoying fangirls and fanboys alike. More than three-fourths are way prettier than I will ever be (I'm referring to the girls here). They probably have a better, less tantrum-throwing personality, too.
Soul nods after I finish screaming at him, so I heave a huge breath, clean up the mess, and cook another breakfast that does not consist of poor eggs.
We barely get to school on time, considering that we woke up extra-early.
Not that Soul actually does anything during class, but whatever, Stein just dissects stuff and spins around on that spinny-chair of his, humming along to a random song. Today, it's "Call Me Maybe" by Carly Rae Jepson. Not to mention that Black Star is beat-boxing to it, going, "Bum bum TSSS bum bum TSSSS bum bum TSSS…."
"Hey, I just met you."
Stein spins around and slices the terrified now-dead endangered dragon open.
"And this is crazy."
He splits open the guts, grinning like a maniac.
"But here's my scalpel."
He waves it around, and then sticks it in the dragon's ribs.
"Dissection maybe?"
He laughs, let's go of the scalpel, and does a mini-360 on his gray wheely-chair, laughing and laughing as Black Star goes, "BUM TSSS! WAUB WAUB WAUB WAUB WAUB WAUB WAAAAAUB! BUM-TSSS!"
Soul yawns and leans forward to take a small peek at the dragon's insides.
I raise my hand. "Professor Stein?"
He looks up, with his freaky grin, takes a moment to rearrange his features, "Yes?"
"Are you going to do anything besides cut open a dragon?"
He frowns.
"I'm humming. Singing. And humming."
"Besides that."
"Converting oxygen to carbon dioxide?"
"You do that every day."
"Maka, shut up, I was having a nice nap," complains Black Star, his head now on the desk.
"Oh yes, that!" Stein laughs, and we all give him a weird look. He explains, "The new student."
Kidd jumps up suddenly from behind me and yodels, "ARE THEY-YOOHOO SYMMETRI-YOOHOO-CAL?" (Are they symmetrical?)
Liz and Patty both jump on him and pull him down as he warbles, "SO MANY-YOOHOO ASY-OOHOO-MMETRICAL PE-YOOHOO-EOPLE HE-YOOHOO-RE." (So many asymmetrical people here.)
He manages to strangle out: "PATTY, WHAT DIDYOO-HOO YOU-HOO PUT IN MY YOOHOO DRINK?" (Patty, what did you put in my drink?)
Patty giggles innocently, bashing his head onto the desk. Kidd gives a painful gurgle and flops over onto his side.
"Maka," Soul whispers quietly.
I look at him.
He nods toward Stein. "He's looking at you funny."
I snap my head back to look at the professor.
And, true to Soul's word, Professor Stein is giving me a freakish eyeball (not literally) and making this funny frowny-face at me.
"Okay, class," he claps his hands together to get attention; everyone faces forward automatically, afraid to get dissected by the hot (please tell me I did not just say 'hot') mad scientist we know as our teacher. "Our student is as symmetrical as symmetrical goes-" (he tilts his head towards Kidd, Kidd give a mangled smile before falling to the floor in a dead faint) "-it's a girl-" (the guys all gasp, including freaking Soul, who I smash on the head with a book, maybe I should hire Patty) "-and Maka, just…." He looks uncomfortable.
"What?" I ask.
".. just… don't do anything rash," Stein sighs. He spins his chair, has a little trouble opening the door, and spins outside.
Soul and I look at each other, like WTF?
"The heck?" I exclaim.
"Don't do anything rash," he reminds me.
I glare at him. "Got it."
From behind me I hear "LET'S PARTY! WOOHOO! LET'S PARTY! WOOHOO!" from a very excited Black Star, who's apparently bouncing around the room with Tsubaki chasing after him, a frantic look on her face. "Black Star, get back here! We might get in trouble!"
"YOLO, BLACK STAR!" shrieks Kilik. "YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE!"
"DAMN RIGHT!" Black Star shrieks back. "YOLO, TSUBAKI, LET ME BE!"
Tsubaki stops and sighs. "But... Black Star... That's not the meaning of YOLO."
Black Star grabs onto the ceiling like Spiderman and grins at us upside down. Our whole class glances up at him, and Jackie (Jacqueline) yells at him, "Get down from there!"
Black Star leaps at the door, screaming, "I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-"
-at the same moment the door opens-
-and Black Star collides with a very startled Professor Stein.
Their heads bash together, and you can hear a distinct CRACK~
The whole class winces.
"Ouch, my friend, that is taking it too far," Soul murmurs. "Not cool."
"Sometimes he acts retarded," Tsubaki mutters.
"He always acts retarded," I point out.
"He is retarded," Liz sighs.
"I feel ashamed to know him," Kidd admits.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHMWAHAHAHAHAHA!" Patty giggles, pounding the desk with her fist.
We all watch as Black Star stumbles backwards, and the Professor runs into someone behind him.
Then I hear a familiar voice call out.
"Are you alright, Professor?"
Crap.
oi, that was fun. even with the baaaaaad words in it. ^^
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