Soul Eater Re-mastered: Soul's Angel
A/N: Takes place at the beginning of the Anime. Soul and Maka are already together but their hiding it from everyone (especially Spirit A.K.A Death Scythe). Only Shinigami-sama knows and that's because he can watch them anytime and because this could effect there missions.
Also this story will have elements from both the Anime and the Manga
POINTLESS NOTE: This is the longest chapter for any fic I've written EVER!
Chapter 1: Jack the Ripper and Blair the "Witch."
The moon grinned it's bloody grin as a woman of possibly 24 walked down the dark allies of Death City. Not the cheeriest name for a city but it has its charms.
And it's dangers.
All over the world there are people who stray from the path of humanity and begin to devour the souls of other humans. There souls become corrupted and become "Kishin Eggs" which in turn morph the body into a "Pre-Kishin" if they are allowed to continue eating human souls they will eventually transform into a Full Kishin, a demon of madness.
One of these "Pre-Kishin" known as Jack the Ripper now roam the very same allies the young woman in currently in.
Skin, a sickly gray-brown, a mask, long sword like claws And ugly to boot!
It watches the woman silently, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
NOW!
As soon as the woman past a street light, Jack dropped from in front of her with a thud, before the woman could even scream, Jack raised one of his bladed hands and sliced her to ribbons. Spilling her innards across the cobblestone street and the walls, as he crouched over the corps a blue light illuminated it and a small tennis ball sized blue flame floated out of the flesh.
Her soul.
Slowly Jack the Ripper took the soul and eats it. A pulse of power surges through him and he garbles out in a demonic voice. "Need, More power."
"AH!" Another woman screamed from the near by intersection. She was going to meet a friend only to see her soul being eaten by a monster. She ran as quickly as she could toward Shibusen, Jack not far behind.
As she was about to pass a set of stairs in a 3way intersection she tripped, before she could even begin to push herself up, Jack was looming over her like a hungry lion.
"Give me more power." He demanded.
She couldn't speak, she could blink, she couldn't even breath! Just as Jack was about to slice into her like her friend-
*slurp*
The bladed hand froze in mid air; both Jack and the woman looked up to the top of the stair to see two young teens
One was a boy of around 14 or 15 with spiky, pure white hair and sharp shark-like teeth.
His hair was kept in place by a sweat band with label that said "Soul" stuck to the right side and a large button of a sharp toothed mouth with the word "Eat" surrounding it. He wore a thick black and yellow jacket zipped up with his hands in the front mounted pockets, dark maroon slacks or jeans (hard to tell in the dark) and black sneakers with a toothy pattern on them.
He sat on the third steep with a cocky grin and a bit of drool as if waiting for a meal.
On the top steep standing next to the boy was a petite young girl who most of been about a year younger than him. Her hair was ash blond done in 2 pigtails, large olive green eyes and a cute face if she wasn't frowning. She wore a long black trench coat with large gray buttons, a tie and white shirt under her closed coat, a black and forest green checkered mini-skirt, white gloves and black combat boots with white buckles.
Jack the Ripper turned towards them and the woman ran for dear life.
"That man Soul Eater, his soul." The girl said in a monotone…uh tone.
"That's right Maka theirs no doubt about it, his soul is a Kishin Egg it's pure evil." The boy now identified as Soul Eater replied to the girl now known as Maka while Jack the Ripper readied his claws. "He's not human anymore."
"Any soul that breaks away from the path of humanity and becomes evil, runs the risk of transforming into a Kishin." Maka said as Jack licked his claws. "In the name of Shinigami-sama this evil must be purged, lets collect the damaged soul and end this."
"Just so we're clear Maka." Soul Eater said as he stood up. "This guy's turning himself into a weapon; he's the same as me that way." Soul Eater raised his left arm strait out. "Except I look a lot cooler in my human form than he dose." In a flash/splash of cyan light his arm turned into a large red and black blade. "But being a weapon isn't the problem here. The problem with this guy, Is his Soul!"
With that said Soul Eater's body turned to light and morphed into a large scythe, spinning in mid air.
Maka grabbed the staff of the weapon and continued spinning it until she let it rest on her shoulder. The excess light bursting of. "I know." She mutterd to Soul Eater. "You serial killer Jack the Ripper, you murdering days are done, your soul is mine!"
The pre-kishin roared and he zigzagged up the stairs before leaping into the air.
"Let go Soul Eater." Maka said just before she began deflecting Jack's strikes with a twirl of Soul Eater then batted a second attack away as Jack landed behind her.
Jack leaped away and ran up a building backwards then lunged at Maka. Maka deflected each strike with twirling motions of the demon scythe in her hands with graceful precision.
*clang* *clang* *wriiiiiiiah* *clang*
They fought for about 4 minutes neither giving the other an inch until Jack got Maka in front of the steep stairs he leaped off of earlier. If he could get her take just one steep down the fight was as good as his.
Maka seemed to know this as she continued to block and deflect every attack she could. 'Just need an opening and- THERE!' Just as Jack was rearing back for a power strike Maka jumped up landing one foot on his head and then pushing off for another jump about 10 feet away. The push knocked Jack off balance and he struggled to keep himself from falling down the stairs.
Maka did a 180 and charged Jack who leaped into the air. "It's ours!" she also leap after him and just as Jack turned in midair to face her Maka planted Soul Eater's bladed into his round belly.
"Our 99th SOUL!" She tore the blade clean through Jack and pasted him.
Jack's body exploded into a mini-tornado of black ribbons and red light, the souls of the people he killed flying out toward the heavens. The tornado then condensed into a ball and then in a flash of red light a bright red soul with blood red scales on it appeared and drifted down to the stairs.
(A/N: I added the souls escaping part because I always wondered what happens to them after consumption.)
Maka walked back the stairs and pointed Soul Eater at the soul. The blade turned to light and Soul Eater's human form crawled out of it, his scythe form melting and absorbing into his body. He plucked the Kishin Egg out of the air lifted it slightly over his mouth and stuffed it in his mouth all at once. He chewed on his 4 or 5 times before swallowing it, letting out a content sigh.
He put his hand together. "Itadakimasu (sp?) Maka."
"We'er almost there Soul. We've finally gotten all the Kishin souls we need." Maka said with a cute smile on her face, the stern girl from before now gone.
"Yup, just one thing left now." Soul said pointing at himself with his thumb. "I just gotta eat the soul of a Witch and I'll finally become one of Shinigami-sama's weapons, You're lookin' and the next Death Scythe!" Soul then began to ascend the stairs. "As if I wasn't cool enough already huh?"
With out warning Maka skipped up next to him and planted a quick kiss on the cheek, Soul froze in mid step with a blank look, and a red face. Maka giggled at his expression. "You're such a dork sometimes Soul."
Soul snapped out of his daze and grinned widely, showing of his sharp teeth. "Yeah maybe but that why ya love me don't chya?" He grabbed her hand and as they walked down the empty and now peaceful street.
Maka leaned her head on Soul's shoulder and sighed mockingly. "I guess." She said with an impish grin.
They stayed in silence for a few minutes before Maka broke it. "We should probably report to Shinigami-sama." She sounded a little depressed sense her "father" she hated calling him that, would probably be there and they'd half to pretend to be conflicting best friends again.
"Yeah." Soul replied with the same tone as Maka's. "Hopefully your dad won't be with him."
They separated and Maka walked over to the window of a nearby shop. She breathed on it once and fogged it over and started writing something in it.
"42-42-564 when ever you want to knock at Death's door." She chanted and the mist faded away, a strange ring tone sounded and ripples spread across the glass before it went white. "Hello, Shinigami-sama? This is Scythe Miester Maka reporting."
The window cleared and now in it stood a very tall man covered head to toe in a spiky jagged cloak with a top hat like hood and a cartoon-ish skull mask where his face would be. He also seemed to be in a large room with clouds drifting on the sky-blue walls and over the large platform he stood on. "Yeah, Yeah! Hello Miester Maka how are you doing, how did it go?" He spoke in a high cartoony voice that would make just about anyone that first met him snicker.
"I've just collected the 99th Kishin Soul sir, we just have one witch soul to collect and we're done." She told Shinigami-sama with a bit a pride in her voice.
"Well done Maka! You're proving to your proving to be just as excellent a miester as you mother was!" the death god complemented making Maka giggle a bit from the praise and scratch her head sheepishly.
"Hey Soul Eater!" A man with blood red hair yelled out breaking the happy atmosphere. He wore and expensive looking suit with a grey under shirt and a tie that looked like a Celtic cross. He stood next to Shinigami-sama Glaring at Soul, who returned the glare in kind.
"If you touch one hair on my Maka as all a Death Scythe...no." He leaned in close to the giant mirror in Shinigami-sama's chamber. "As her father I will freaking kill you, understand you little punk?" (WAY better than Octopus head!)
"What are you smoking?" Soul commented bordly but inside he was fuming. 'Sorry Maka-chan.' he thought to himself and the used his thumb to point at his secret girlfriend. "See how cool I am there's no way I'd settle for a flat chested girl like her."
Maka pretended to be offended by this but she knew he didn't mean it.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!" Death Scythe roared as he defied the laws of physics and made the window stretch out like rubber when he tried to get in Soul's face. "ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME MY MAKA-CHAN'S NOT ATRACTIVE! WHY HAVN'T YOU MADE A MOVE ON HER YOU'RE A MAN AREN'T YOU!" D.S didn't seem to realize his contradiction.
Soul leaned back to avoid kissing the psychopath with an irritated expression. 'If only you knew old man.' He thought but said. "You know you're kinda annoying."
The older male decided to ignore Soul and looked at his daughter with a fatherly affection. "Papa loves you Maka."
Maka just turned away from him with an annoyed face. "Don't waste you breath, your no father to me." She commented rather coldly.
Death Scythe went into an immediate depression, and seemed to teleport to the other end of the platform in an emo ball. Weeping over a doll of Maka (creepy) and muttering her name over and over again. (creepier)
Shinigami-sama decided now was a good time to intervene. "Now, now enough that! Lets settle the family feud for the moment."
The 'screen' went black and kishin eggs started popping out randomly. "As you know when a weapon and miester collect 99 kishin eggs and then the soul of a witch." The red souls vanished and on large purple soul with a kanji for 'witch' on it. "Those weapons gain the necessary qualification to become a 'Death Scythe' one of my instruments." The witch soul turned into a crystal orb and a hideous old lady in black clothing was holding. "It's this last soul that's a bit tricky. You have come this far but countless miester have lost there lives when they challenged a witch."
Shinigami-sama was now on screen again. "You have to very careful Maka-chan but if you're lucky the death Scythe you created might be as powerful as the one your mother did."
"Right." Maka confirmed.
"Also, please do be sure not to make any mistakes." The death deity said quickly. "This last soul is very important." A white, comically large hand popped out of nowhere and Shinigami-sama pointed on finger to emphasize his point. "I you slip up all of the Kishin Souls you've collected will be confiscated."
"We understand, sir." Maka confirmed again giving a sort of crooked peace sign.
"Yeah we'll make a clean job of it." Soul commented while turning to leave.
"In that case I'll see you two later." And I a flash of white the screen was once again an ordinary window.
"Well" Soul said. "Let's get going."
"right." Maka replied, they joined hands again and started toward there next, and possibly final target.
(Mean while in the Death Room.)
"Maka..." Shinigami-sama hears Death Scythe as his mirror faded.
"You Are a bit annoying." The death lord mutters under his breath.
"MAKAAAAAAAA!" the depressed father screamed to the heavens but was effective silenced by a large impact to his head.
"If you don't shut up I'm going to use my Shinigami-chop to make you!" Shingami-sama warned...after hitting Death Scythe
"It more effective to warn before you chop."
(Back with Soul and Maka!)
The moon was high in the sky, it's crazed grin as creepy as ever as blood dripped from it gigantic teeth and it began to chuckle as it watched the evens below it unfold.
"So that's the witch Blair's house, huh?" Maka said to Soul as they stared at the odd house.
It basically looked like someone hollowed out a giant pumpkin and made a house out of it. Singing could be heard from one of the windows, the voice was alright but the song itself was annoying as hell!
"A pumpkin house? That's cool" Soul commented. "*slurp* Looking tasty but sneaking into a house isn't very manly, why don't we just charge right in?"
Maka gave her partner (in more ways than one) a stern look. "We can't she's different from the others we've face."
Soul didn't listen and charged anyway, ignoring Maka's "hay come back!"
Soul let out a battle cry as he jumped toward the window the singing was coming from, bursting in with an ax-kick. But he was totally unprepared for what he saw.
Apparently Blair was taking a bubble bath at this particular moment and only stared blankly confused at Soul as he flew in with a yell of "Naked LADY!" and fell face first into her tub and cleavage.
This didn't seem to bother her much at all as her only response was. "Uh hay you alright down there?"
In response Soul jerked back to the other end of the tub leaning back wards to avoid getting a nose bleed. "Oh man Maka's gonna kill me when she get here."
The poor woman's confusion only grew at this. "Huh? Who's Maka?
Soul's eye twitched, and he sat up to look at her, though did his best to avoid her bust. "Never mind you soul is mi-" He didn't get to finish because a booted foot came flying into the side of his head sending him flying to the other end of the bathroom.
"YOU IDIOT, What were you THINKING?" Maka screamed angrily, landing next to his crumpled form. She pointed at Blair, seemingly unfazed by her nakedness. "Sorry to interrupt but I'll be taking your soul now."
"I hope that cute boy will be alright." Blair said in a flirtatious tone, mashing her bust against the tub for effect and totally ignoring the obvious threat made towards her.
Soul's head flung back from the force of his nose bleed, and Maka's stance relaxed a bit from the exasperation. "Can you turn into a scythe already?" Maka asked annoyed. "Working on it Maka." Soul answered, but before he did he said something out. "Alright witch-lady naked or not I'm still gonna eater your soul!"
Blair's flirty smile was replaced with a confused frown. "Witch-lady?" In a flash of light Soul transformed into a scythe in Maka's grip, Shocking Blair. "Oh wow he really turned into a scythe!"
Maka got into a stance. "Once I take your soul he'll be much more than that. Soul will become a Death Scythe and I'll have finally created a weapon stronger than my dad."
Blair jumped out of her bath tub and cloths magically appeared on her. "Why don't you be a good little girl and give it to me."
Her answer was a powerful glare. Blair started twirling her finger and chanted. "Pumpkin, Pumpkin, Pumpkin." A jack-o-lanteren made of orange energy appeared in her hand. "Halloween Cannon!"
Laser shot out of her hand and blew Maka and Soul out of the house.
(Day time in the city)
Joyous laughter could be heard all over the red-light district spasificaly from a bar known as Chupa Cabras.
Inside was Death Scythe having the time of his life with 2 young ladies under each arm while they sat on a love-seat.
"Wow Death Scythe! You're a real frisky one aren't you?" a woman with dirty-blond hair and a yellow top said, leaning on her left side.
"Oh and I heard you have a little daughter to isn't that right." A brown hair woman with a purple top on his right side. Death Scythe's laughter ended instantly, but they didn't seem to notice. "What sort of girl is she?"
"Uh you don't wanna ask him that, trust me on that." The other woman said to the other.
"Kay, but why?" the brunet said curiously.
"Incase you haven't noticed Death Scythe is a bit of a player and that didn't go over well with his wife." The blond said, apparently not knowing Death Scythe's amazing ability to hear conversation that's only inches away. "The worst part is that his daughter Maka is on her mother's side she hates him.
"That sounds complicated." Brunet said sympathetically.
"MAKAAAAAAAA!" Death Scythe suddenly screamed to the heavens, tears streaming down his face, before he ran out the door like a mad man! "PLEASE DON'T HATE ME MAKA!" he then proceded in running back and forth at a crazy speed in front of the bar. "I LOVE YOU I PROMISE! IT'S TRUE, IT'S, TRUE, I LOVE, YOU, I LOVE YOU!"
The bartender took no notice, as if this was a normal occurrence, he didn't even yell for payment...didn't have to cuz Death Scythe walked in sadly and paid the man. "Thank you sir." The bartender said with a bow. Death Scythe left without another word.
(At Soul and Maka's apartment around the same time.)
"ARGH!" Soul yelled out as he sat on the coach. Maka was sitting next to him, reader her favorite book. "We were so close, she was RIGHT there, and she blasted us away like it was nothing."
Maka set her book on the coffee table and hugged Soul. "It's alright Soul-kun. She caught us off guard, tonight we will be prepared."
Soul gave Maka a kind smile but it was replaced with a guilty frown. "It's kinda my fault though. If I had listened to you and not let that witch's body distract me, I might have been a death Scythe now."
Maka wasn't sure why, deep down she knew it didn't matter to Soul but the fake comment he made about her flat chest started echoing through her mind. '...Like I'd settle for flat chested girl like her.' She knew she was being stupid but she just couldn't get it out of her head. "Um...Soul?" she asked meekly.
"Yeah, Maka?" Soul noticed the uncertainty on her face. "What's wrong?"
"Do you think I'm...flat?" she asked blushing cheery red at the embarrassing question.
'Where this come for...ah damn it!' Soul mentally cursed as he remembers that completely fake remark he made to keep Death Scythe from figuring out there dating just last night. He looks at her from head to toe, noticing her blush increase at this. "Truthfully? Yes."
Maka's eyes stared to tear up, and she looked hurt and angry.
"But I don't care." He continued right away, surprising her. He gave her a gentle hug. "You're only 13 Maka; I'd be surprised if you weren't a bit flat. And remember when we first got together? I told you I loved you for who you are, not how you looked, I meant what I said. No sexy, magic, bimbo is going to change that."
To prove his point Soul gave her a deep and passionate kiss on the lips. It didn't last for long but it was enough to show Maka how much he cared. "And besides, you might not have a super model body, but you way cute." Soul commented with a sly grin, making Maka blush again. He poked her in the ribs playfully. "Especially when you blush like that." He joked making the poor girl blush even more.
(That night)
(A/N: I'm not going to include the two attempts cuz they serve no purpose in my story. And yes I know there being kinda OOC but that's what happens in all fan fiction, especially romances! So if you can't take it go read something else!)
Flaming jack-o-lanterns came crashing down at Maka and Soul Eater (A/N: I'll refer to Soul as Soul Eater when in his scythe form to avoid confusion.) Maka dodged left and right as fast as she could, narrowly avoiding them. The spells and Maka's evading tactics tore up the cobblestone street.
"You should give it up, you can't beat me little girl." Blair taunted as she sat on a giant floating pumpkin.
"Common Maka pull it together!" Soul Eater told Maka, while Blair stopped attacking. "We can't let her get away this time."
Because of the combination of Blair's shameless flirting with Soul, the constant barrage of flaming pumpkins and quite possibly a more...uh "Private" reason Maka was on edge. And Soul Eater's jabbering wasn't helping. "SHUT IT SOUL! I'd like to see you fight her if you were a tech!"
Soul Eater just muttered a "sorry" And went silent.
"Hey there scythe boy!" Blair called with a flirty tone. "Is that dumb girl of yours giving you a hard time? Why don't you forget about her and come be mine? I'd never yell at you no matter what you did to me."
Soul's reflection appeared on the blade of Soul Eater, he glared at her in a way that clearly said "fuck off" but only Maka, his tech, could see it. "Hold on witch!" Maka said hatefully. "I'm Soul's partner not you, okay? Our conversations don't concern you!"
"Hm...Is that so?" Blair questioned in a dangerous tone, the complete opposite of how she sounded before. "Well then." She lifted the brim of her hat to show the dangerous glare. "We'll see about that girlly."
Maka and Soul Eater readied their stance, sensing the battle heating up. Blair raised high into the air and used her magic to send the sleeves of her costume at them like a snake. Maka deflected it and jump up to her, cleaving the pumpkin in to but not Blair.
Just as she landed she heard a familiar chant. "Pumpkin, Pumpkin SMASHING PUMPKIN!" Blair appeared behind Maka smashing the ground with a giant energy pumpkin. Maka was just barley able to dodge it.
Blair then used her magic to make a hand and arm out of her hat, the hand gripped onto Maka's leg and with a flick it swung her in the air and threw at the roof tops. Maka used Soul Eater to break her ascension by stabbing him into the roof.
Maka panted, drained from the battle. It was taking way to long and nothing seemed to work. "What should we do now soul, my attacks don't work on her?" the blond asked her weapon and lover, but only got silence in response. "Soul? Soul! What's wrong?"
No answer, but his reflection appeared on the blade, he was in thought. "Why don't you forget about her and come be mine?" a wicked grin appeared on his face.
Blair shot pumpkin after pumpkin at the duo; Maka did her best to dodge them. But she was getting tired and each blast was getting closer and closer to hitting home. Maka was so concerned with Blair's attacks she didn't know she was at the edge of the roof until it was too late. She fell, but used Soul Eater to latch onto the edge.
"Soul what's wrong why won't, you answer me?" Maka asked worried, was he alright?
"...Maka..." said in a monotone voice, he shifted back to human form, holding Maka's hand over the edge, his face blank of any and all emotion. "...Stop talking." He let her go, and she fell.
Fell...
Fell...
Fell...
Fell into a pile of garbage bags.
Soul jumped of the roof and landed lightly in the middle of the road. Maka burst out of the trash, furry in her eyes. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DROP ME FOR!"
She got no reaction, and that worried her. He never ignored her like this before. He did even turn to face her. "Maka..." He started in the same monotone as before. "...I don't think we should be partners anymore."
If it were possible, the whole block would be able to hear it as Maka's heart shattered. "Wha-What do you mean Soul?" The ash blond miester asked, tears filling her green eyes, resembling a forest being flooded.
"Well you see..." the demon scythe began, he whipped around dramatically, a love struck expression on his face, and blood running from his nose. "I only want to be Blair's weapon now!"
"OH! Really! You choose me!" Blair exclaimed, appearing from nowhere.
Maka pointed at Blair dramatically, anger and furry marring her normally cute face. "YOU! You used you're magic to make Soul fall in love with you didn't you!"
"You just don't get it do you?" Soul commented, with his hands in his jacket pockets. He looked at her. "Any man would go for a girl with a body like her's instead of you're flat chest. She didn't have to trick me."
Maka's arm dropped to her side, her head down, tears dropping from her face. Shinning and sparkling like diamond dust before splattering on the road in a tragically beautiful splash of angelic dust. "You men, you all the same, cheating on every woman you're with..." she lifted her head, the sadly beautiful face of a broken angel. "But you..." her voice cracked, so full of hurt and heartbreak. "You I actually decided to trust, I thought you were different...I..." She clenched her fist, her anger rising. "I withed you would just DIE! You told me you loved me. I actually believed you and I told you the same, you're just like my FATHER!"
Soul showed no reaction what so ever.
Maka, tried in vain to whip her tears away. There no more anger not, just hurt, confusion, pain.
Emptiness...
"Hey Soul?" Maka's voice cracked out, barley able to keep her self in control. "You once asked me why women tend to make wild assumptions for no reason." Again her emotions took hold and she yelled out. "What what reason do men have for cheating! It's not fair!"
Soul looked at her, not really showing any emotion. But then a huge predatory grin spread across his face. "Now that's something I can't answer, a cool guy like me doesn't cheat on his girlfriend." Without warning Soul transformed his arm into a long curved scythe blade that curved so much it left no room for Blair to move, who looked worried. "Maka!"
Maka acted on almost pure instinct, she grabbed Soul's out stretched hand, he transformed fully into Soul Eater, and with a mighty pull Maka sliced Blair in half! Like Jack the Ripper, her body exploded into a tornado of black ribbons and light and condensed into a large purple soul with a witch hat and cat ears.
Soul walked up to it and picked it up. Before he could eat it, Maka embraced him from behind. "Thank you Soul, Thank you so much for staying with me." She sobbed into his back.
Soul turned around and hugged her back with his free hand. "What did I tell you this morning?" he cupped her chin to make her look him in the eye. "I love you for who you are, not how you look, and no sexy, magic, bimbo is going to change that."
And with that they locked there lips together, closer together than ever before.