Hey everyone, this is my first published fan-fiction, but I have written some before so fear not!
This will be centered around Soul and Maka but I wanted to have an actual plot line. Short romance chapters are great, but I want to write something longer with conflict.
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or its characters. If I did, I wouldn't be writing a fan fiction.
Rated 'T' to be safe.
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Caught in the Nightmare
He gasped for air. His feet pounded the uneven cobblestones in time with is resounding heart. Panic and dehydration make the blood in his veins feel thick and sticky. But what Soul saw as he rounded the corner took all his mundane physical pain away, suspending his body in a cloud of ice.
The new pain was harsh, cold, and relentless.
Maka, locked in Crona's embrace, lips locked with a snake sliding between them…Soul had just opened his mouth to protest when Ragnarock's blade slipped smoothly between Maka's ribcage.
Her jade eyes widened in surprise as her hand reached toward Soul and went limp.
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Beep. Beep. Beep. Soul woke up a mass of flailing limbs and rolling sweat.
Just a dream, Soul thought. Of course.
Soul slipped on a shirt to hide his scar for Maka, and went out of his bedroom to the sound of sizzling eggs and popping bacon.
Maka was humming a bouncy tune lightly. It suited her springy pigtails, Soul thought. Soul shook his head, clearing away the disturbing dream and even scarier new ideas.
"Good morning Soul! You actually woke up to your alarm without Blair. Hungry?" Maka asked as toast jumped out of the toaster.
Soul looked at those jade-green eyes, so warm and jovial now, that were so terrified and betrayed only moments ago.
Snap out of it stupid, Soul chided himself. It does no good to dwell on dreams. So uncool.
"Hello? Soul?"
"Sorry, what?"
"Well, I guess you aren't awake. Hurry up and eat or we'll be late for school."
"Right…" Soul shrugged and became very focused on his breakfast.
X
Maka, now in her cloak, and Soul, in his blue shirt and grey jeans, sat in Steins class waiting for him to show up.
Black*Star and Kid were arguing about the usefulness of symmetry in the world. Kid arguing that symmetry is perfection and Black*Star countering that he himself was perfection so symmetry is therefore overrated was in the process of building to a fight later on.
Maka rolled her eyes into her book.
Can't Black*Star see how uncomfortable he makes Tsubaki? Maka thought.
Tsubaki was fidgeting uncomfortably in her seat, not sure how to cope with Black*Star's outbursts. Tsubaki is a nonviolent and a very non-confrontational person; she is always awkward around Black*Star's vivacious tendencies.
Black*Star is just lucky she's so damn tolerant, Maka thought vehemently.
Soul, ignoring Kid and Black*Star, looked over at Crona. Since the battle with Medusa, Lord Death cleared him of his charges. He sat in his usual place on Maka's left side and only looked up out of his pitiful 'I'm invisible' position to look at—yup—Maka.
At that moment, Professor Stein rolled into the room. The class visibly straightened, out of respect for the powerful meister. Of course, Black*Star had to get his last "HAHA!" in after the class quieted.
"Today," Stein began, "we will be discussing a topic that, up until now, has been considered legend. In some cases, people consider this topic as mere wishful thinking or a disaster waiting to happen. Due to the relativity of this subject matter, this will not be on the spring exam."
The tension building in the class immediately dissipated.
"However," Stein cut in, "I did not say you wouldn't be tested."
A new solemnity settled throughout the students.
"In light of recent events with the Kishiin Ashura and the various encounters with witches, this issue became one of more importance. I am talking about the magic art of scrying."
Ox scoffed on contempt.
"Scrying?" Ox laughed. "Really? Honestly, Professor, we're not witches. What does this have to do with us?"
"Well, Mister Ford, if you would let me finish, you might actually learn something," Stein countered.
Ox resumed his slouch and shut up.
"Now, back to scrying. For centuries, witches have used this art to see what was going on around them in the outside world without being there. You all know about crystal balls. When supplies were limited, witched could also use a piece of glass or a clear pool."
"Here's where speculation comes in." The lights caught Stein's glasses as he looked directly at the class, casting an ominous reflection.
"What if witches could make other people see what wasn't there?" The class' confusion was palpable.
"Hmm," Stein said, "Maybe I'm not being clear."
"The rumor is that witches can enter a person's subconscious mind, usually when said person is asleep, and plant false images that may carry to the conscious mind. In other words—planting a nightmare."
Soul stiffened in his seat to keep himself from falling out of it. Over his feet propped up on the desk, Soul looked down at Stein with widened eyes.
"There's more," Stein continued. "Some more powerful witches used scrying to see into the future, medieval, yes, but none the less frightening. You see, witches could plant an image in your mind, and even if you knew that's what was happening, how could you discern the dream from reality?"
At that, the bell rang and everyone rose out of their seats for lunch.
Soul didn't move; he was too preoccupied.
"Soul, are you coming?" Maka asked.
"Maybe Stein scared him! HAHA!" Black*Star teased.
"Are you all right, Soul?" Crona asked tentatively.
"I'm fine," Soul snapped. "What the hell are you guys staring at?"