Hey there readers!

This fanfic is based on a continuation of the anime of Soul Eater, with an additional few elements from the manga and Soul Eater Not!. However, since there are few and each will be explained, there is not cause to worry if you have not read the manga or watched the Not!. I am extremely sorry if you are offended by my dislike of the new characters from the Not! anime/manga! I'm known for liking original characters better.

Reminder: I do NOT own any of the characters, setting, plot, ect. from the Soul Eater anime/manga, or the Soul Eater Not!. If I did, Soul and Maka would be a couple from episode one. And there would be ice-cream everywhere. I am not ashamed of my love for ice-cream.

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Here's the first chapter of 'The Coolest'! Enjoy:

WARNING: High probability of SPOILERS and/or SPELLING ERRORS ahead.

A concoction of white, fairy blue, baby pink, gold, and ash blonde flashed past dark haired purple eyed Tsugumi Halberd, running speedily up the seemingly never-ending flights of stairs that lead to the famous DWMA (Tsugumi is a character from the Not! Series) Closely following her was the newest Death Scythe of the academy, done up in the same white as his hair. Catching the pigtailed girl's signature bright smile as she sped through, Tsugumi wondered if she'll ever catch up to the two of them as she sighed wearily at the long 'daily exercise' in front of her. 'Very unlikely', she thought, 'I'm not even as good as Courage when she's sleeping! Oh well, worth the thought at least.'

This 'Courage' was, in actuality, the all-famous meister Maka Albarn. Earning her nickname after the defeat of Kishin Ashura, the meister had joined the advanced two star class—Spartoi. Every single starred student that had significant achievements in the war against Arachnophobia had received an automatic promotion to two star. Soul 'Eater' Evans, Maka's partner, was blessed with becoming a Death Scythe shortly after the war—Maka had dealt a one-hit defeat to Eruka after she finished the rest of Arachnophobia's army, successfully reaching 99 kishin egg souls and one witch soul. Soul's new form was that of a black and red scythe lined with gold and a much keener shine. As a result of his new power up, Maka, through their resonance, had also boosted her speed and attack power. It was a very sweet victory indeed.

Unfortunately, the Mizunes that once served the late Medusa escaped after putting on soul protect and transforming into mice. However, aside from that, all was well with the aftermath. All was well…right?

Not for Soul! Due to him being a Death Scythe and Maka being an advanced meister, the pair were the only ones promoted to three-star after the war. Seems like jolly news, right? Noooooooo, not for Mr. Evans! The boost in star rating means more classes as the duo were only students and quite young for their rating, they had to take additional classes along with the Spartoi training. Soul was not enjoying those, to say the least. Maka, on the other hand, was more than happy to say the least. 'Courage' now had more books to hit and hit with—one of her most loved objects.

Currently, Maka waved behind her and shouted a clear, "You can do it!" towards the poor, sun-baked Tsugumi before speeding off for class, tailed by Soul. The Sun roared with cheerful laughter as its orange rays hit the famed pair before they entered into the academy. "Why does this thing exist?!" wailed Tsugumi to the sky before she restarted her sluggish crawl up.

Inside the school building, Maka and Soul received many stares—specifically at the stars adorning their outfits. Due to their achievements, Lord Death had granted them a badge of three stars, made by his revived friend Eibon himself, that the duo gracefully accepted and proudly pinned to themselves…both on their left shoulders, right above the Spartoi logos. Whispers spread throughout the halls as people recognized the badge from Lord Death's congratulations ceremony held a few days back. Not like Maka and Soul were complaining though, they could certainly get used to this and they took pride in their achievements.

"Hurry up Soul! You're going to make us late for class AGAIN!"

"Tsk. Not like there's anyone else in that stupid class except us."

"MAKA CHOP!"

"OW! Why are you so violent?!"

"Well you're no better, idiotic slacker! If you don't like our classes, you could go talk to Lord Death and I'm sure he'll give you a much worse chop!"

"Violent people are so…uncool…"

"MAKA CHOP!"

By the time the two had arrived in their special training room, Soul had two very large bumps on his head which stood out from his spikes hair like a sore thumb. Professor Stein was not impressed, however.

"So you've finally decided to show up?"

"We're sorry Professor, this idiot here decided to slow us down."

"You're the idiot here!"

"Well it doesn't matter now. You two are still late, no matter the reason. At least you showed up though. Let's begin the lesson. As you know, although Lord Death did congratulate your victories with the ranking of a three-star meister, the two of you are fledgelings in this level. Maka, for one, does not yet know how to use soul menace at the moment. That, in fact, will be the first thing we'll be working on. Follow me, students."

"Yes, Professor."

"Fine."

The Professor rolled outside, in his ever present chair, followed by a confident Maka dragging an unwilling Soul behind her. They soon entered training grounds, where trees arched above them and the path was trodden smooth by many students before them. Maka recognized it as the place she, Soul, Black Star, Tsubaki, Kid, Liz, and Patty trained seemingly so long ago. Then, she was hit with the sudden realization that it wasn't long ago at all. Yet, so much had changes that she hardly had time to make sure this was not just one of her crazy dreams where she turns Soul into a Death Scythe and wakes up…before falling from either a bed or a chair or even a sofa and hitting the cold, unwelcoming floor.

As soon as the trio arrived in a suitable clearing, Maka was brought out of her thoughts as Professor Stein requested, "Now, Maka, I want you to watch me perform Soul Menace, then you'll try it on me, understood?"

"Yes, Professor!"
"Hey why not me? I'm her partner y'know."

"Because, Soul, we have next to no idea, even with soul perception, how strong her attack is on her first try. She can't control it until she knows how to use it, so it's best for Maka to try it on me so I can repel it before it damages anyone."

"That's so not cool…"

"Are there any adjectives in your vocabulary that doesn't consist of cool?"

"Yeah. Wait…maybe?"

The girl with olive green eyes sighed. She was following in her mother's footsteps, alright. Turning good-for-nothing idiots into proud Death Scythes.

Maka focused her attention back on Professor Stein, who placed his palm on a tree and shot what looked eerily like buzzing, yellow electricity through it. And BOOM. Bye bye, tree! Thou hast lived a noble life.

"Wait, can't Maka use her menace on a tree first?"

"No. Soul Menace has two natures. The first is common to all users: a simple wavelength that attacks the target directly. However, the secondary nature is more complex. Usually, it is also an attack based skill, such as my wavelength stitches, but there are extremely rare cases where the skill is not simply physical at all. If Maka uses her menace the first time on a tree, we might not see her secondary nature as it might be one of the rare cases."

"Well, she better be, 'cause that's cool."

"Professor, what's Black Star's secondary nature then?"

"I don't believe his is a more powerful version of the first nature—a straightforward yet strong attack, suitable to his nature, I must say."

By this time, Maka had finished furiously scratching down notes on the topic, attempting to not miss any details so that she can review for the midterms. Well…maybe she was copying them do diligently because she knew Soul wasn't paying attention and would soon need her notes to remind himself…not like she'll ever admit that though.

"Hey Soul," Maka said, "hold this for me?"

Soul would have not accepted in his current mood towards Maka, but her expression was just too damn cute for him to bear. The way her lips rose into a smile and the gentle emotions swirling in her eyes made his face tinge in a rosy color. He would never, though, admit that he was blushing.

"Everything ok?"
"Y-Yeah."

"Don't drop it then!"

Professor Stein waited patiently for Maka to summon her soul wavelength. He was also observing her through Soul Perception, and he could tell that a tendon of blue, stemming from Maka's soul, was awfully close to being shot out of her right arm. But it also regrettably small…maybe the size of a thread.

'Seems like Soul Menace isn't one of Maka's best abilities, then.' he thought to himself.

But the Professor was wrong about his student, for once in his life. Unfortunately, Soul could not warn his teacher of what lied ahead before it happened. At the last possible moment before Maka could use her menace, he felt something through their connection. Some strange wavelength burst forth from Maka's end, some form of controlling matter, or rather, something dominating. Some wavelength that excited the fear within you and forced free will to its very knees. Her face scrunched up in concentration, focusing on releasing her first Soul Menace.

"Prof—"

Startled, the professor only had time to turn hushed towards Soul before blue energy shot out from Maka's hand, and covered first Stein then Soul. For a moment, both slumped forward, losing control over every possible aspect of their physical body, and felt as if they were suspended in a halo version of the real world…a less defined branch of space/time. Fear in its most primitive form loomed above them like a sky stained with ink, and the property seized their hearts with fingers they could not pry open. And thus, they lost one of mankind's greatest gifts—free will—to the terror that resonated from the being at the dead centre of the pseudo world: Maka Albarn. Only she herself was not affected, being enshrouded in a bubble of her own soul. Maka's soul resembled that of a blue sphere with pigtails, a gentle smile, and a huge pair of wings that twitched uncannily, almost as if it craved flight yet was regrettably chained to the ground like a hound chained to his master's biddings.

But the terrifying moment did not last more than ten seconds, that is, ten petrifying seconds Soul Evans and Franken Stein would rather not experience again in their lives.

As the two dropped to the ground, trying to regain their much needed breaths and re-familiarizing themselves with their nerves, Maka collapsed with sparks of blue electricity flickering across her body. She let loose a pained whimper, which caught the attention of Soul who immediately rushed over to check on her.

"Maka! Hey, what happened?! Are you alright?" shouted Soul with Maka in his lap, holding her quivering body tenderly to his chest.

"I-I dunno…I…hah…be awright…"she whispered incoherently, pain evident on her face as she gasped and wheezed with a strained voice. Maka's hand tightened around Soul's sweater and twisted it in an attempt to subdue the pain that rippled across her body and soul, but with no avail. Soon she lost energy and simply resorted to being cradled by Soul.

"Hah…mwaybe…overdone…it?"

"You idiot! Why can't you stay safe for once?

"Professor Stein," Soul turned, "Can you help her?"

"Sorry, kid. Can't help her in this one. Her pain is caused by an overload of hyper concentrated soul wavelength…if I use my own wavelength to help, she'd only get worse. Not to worry though, she'll only be paralyzed for a day or two after this. For now, it's best to knock her unconscious and let her sleep through the pain."

The professor used his chair, which had tipped over after being frozen in that strange, unnerving dimension, to rise from the ground. Once he had, he walked over to the stressed weapon and took the meister from his unwilling arms. With one blow to the nape, Maka Albarn was rendered unconscious. Soon her expression softened and Soul's wavelength calmed down a tad bit.

"Let's carry her to the infirmary."

Soul nodded and slowly trailed behind the rolling professor-in-a-chair, carrying a limp meister in his hands. He didn't like it one bit…it was his duty to protect Maka yet he had let her technique spin out of control when she was right there in front of him. He felt disgusted with himself. His precious, little Maka was always to brave, she was always standing in the face of danger and risking her life for someone else, when she could just be lying back home on her sofa, enjoying her day. She has all the options in the world, yet she decides to train dangerous techniques in the DWMA, where her own weapon can't even protect her half of the god damn time.

"Fuck. I'm such a god-damn wimp," Soul muttered under his breath as he stared at the girl cradled in his arms.

Professor Stein heard the foul language that Soul spouted, but he decided to leave that alone. However, he did comment on the lack of self-confidence.

"It wasn't your fault. I could not even move a muscle in that state she put me in."

Soul sighed. One day, he would figure out why he was so attentive to every little move made by innocent little Maka, even if she's as flat as a board and was virtually a straight A book worm. He would understand, that day, why he was so stressed about her every little injury. Surely, that day would come.

But, it was not today. Today, Soul Evans will tend to his meister. Some day, Soul Evans will learn to grasp his feelings.

At the DWMA's infirmary, there was a nurse named Mira Nygus. Her appearance was that of a dark skinned woman with sharp blue eyes, dark hair, and clad in bandages and a nurse's uniform. Currently, she was staring at her computer, wondering what she should fill in for her medical report on the student Maka Albarn.

The screen read:

SUMMARY OF DEFECTS AND DIAGNOSIS (Please fill) :

Nygus didn't know how to answer that. When it came to her reports, she tended to be specific. Sure, Maka Albarn had an overload of soul wavelengths that caused her system to go nuts, but why was it her own wavelength that caused that? Nygus wouldn't have been surprised if some student overused Soul Menace on another, but she had no idea why it was Maka's own soul wavelength that caused this.

But then again, Professor Stein's students seemed to be coming down with odd afflictions lately…she had one boy who was sent to the infirmary to rest up after his right toe and left toe were surgically swapped for the other.

Perhaps, Nygus thought to herself, I should report this to Lord Death?

Sighing, the nurse slumped in her chair and began playing idly with a loose bandage.

In a room not far from Nygus's office lay a girl with ash-blonde hair and olive-green eyes who had a lively bunch of visitors over. One, an albino weapon, was attempting to feed her some food.

"Aahhh," said Soul as he pushed the spoonful in front Maka's mouth.

"Soul, I'm not a baby!"

"Well, you're not. But, you are paralyzed."

Reluctantly, Maka opened her mouth and allowed the food inside.

"YAHOOO! Big stars like me don't get paralyzed twice. Future gods never misuse their Soul Menace!"

"Now, Black Star, you're stepping on Maka's bed…" smiled Tsubaki.

"But I've gotta say girl, what is it with you and paralysis?" asked Liz as she examined her fingernails.

"I don't really know why this keeps happening myself," Maka pouted.

"Giraffes! Giraffe~ Giraffe~ WATCH OUT GIRAFFE 'CAUSE IMMA BREAK YOUR NECK!"

"Finally! I'm done arranging ALL the medicine bottles into PERFECT symmetry! Oh symmetry, how beautiful thou art!"

"Yeah, only Kid would bother about something like that," mumbled Soul, after feeding Maka another spoonful.

The group of friends sweat dropped, turning their heads towards Kid with his infamous obsession with symmetry. A dream-like expression was plastered on his face as he stared at his work of perfectly symmetrical medicine bottles. A moment later, he was not so pleased with the bottles when he discovered, to his horror, that one of the bottles to the right had a yellow label as opposed its mirror on the left, which had a red label. Death the Kid promptly fainted after crying miserably about his incompetence and asymmetrical filth.

After the lively party had left, Soul and Maka were left to themselves in the room.

"Well then, I'll be going too Maka. Cya around."

"Bye Soul!"

However, as Soul opened the door, Maka found the undeniable urge to ask a strange question.

"Soul."

"Yeah?"

"Do you…blame yourself?"

Evans was hit with the realization that he might have showed his depression to sweet little Maka, his one and only meister.

"Maybe."

"Don't. That's not cool. It's not your fault."

Maka smiled cheerfully at her albino partner, ash-blonde pigtails swaying in the breeze coming the open window.

Soul found himself swayed by Maka's innocent smile, exactly like her pigtails in the wind. Color rose to his cheeks as he replied:

"Yeah. That's not cool."

Maka giggled.

"But you're cool. We're cool, right?"

"Yeah, we're…" Soul lifted his head.

"The coolest?"

"The coolest."

Shark teeth and olive-green eyes glittered in the light from the setting sun, who boomed its laughter across Death City.

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A/N: As this is my first fanfic, any suggestions for improvement are appreciated! Please feel free to comment down below :3

~Owl-chan