Me: Hey, guys! Welcome to my FIRST Soul Eater fanficion and my first posting on FFN! This fic specifically starts right after Maka and Soul meet Crona in the church in Italy. The main plot line takes place between the awakening of Asura and the fight with Giriko and the oldest Golem.
Maka: Enough already! Start the story!
Me: Alright, alright. Just one more thing. The story centers around my four OC's. You'll meet them all in the first chapter. Maka, would you like to do the honors?
Maka: Thelonerocker type does not own Soul Eater, or the characters from it. She owns only her own original characters and the plotline for the story.
Prologue:
Special Ops Meisters! New Orders from Shinigami-sama?
A sound soul dwells within a sound mind and a sound body.
...but what if you don't have a soul?
The sound of something stabbing into flesh was the only indication he needed that he was in the right place. The high-pitched, giggling laughter drew him closer like a cat to the squeaking of a mouse. Her evil deeds had morphed her once beautiful body into something grotesque. She was dressed in furs and jewels. Her right arm had morphed into what appeared to be a syringe and needle and the nails on her left hand had become elongated daggers. Her teeth, when revealed by her wicked smile, were pointed and sharp.
She was a vampire in every sense of the word.
It was no wonder why he and his sister had been called in, rather than leaving this particular mission in the hands of one of the students of Shibusen. Any one of them, except maybe his distant cousin, would be killed within moments of meeting this transformed woman.
His boots clicked against the pavement as he began to close the distance between himself and his quarry. She lifted her head from her latest victim and looked at him with what she could make of an alluring smile. Were her face still beautiful, it MIGHT have made him faulter.
"Elizabeth Bathory, your crimes against mankind are unforgivable. I will relieve you over your soul now," he declared. His words had been chosen carefully, for they would be the last she ever heard.
The woman screamed angrily and stabbed at him with her needle arm. He jumped out of the way and fired three green bullets at her head from his weapon. They struck with neat precision, but weren't enough to peirce the woman's thick hide.
"How unlady-like!" he teased with a grin. He flicked his wrist and a green blade extended from what once had been a simple pistol. As the needle arm came flying at him again, he slashed at it, cutting the container of the syringe in half. The blood she had drained from her victim spewed everywhere, painting the pavement a sickening red.
Just as he was about to make the final blow a white arrow ripped through the woman's chest.
Her body peeled away in strips, revealing a glowing red soul. The weapon in his hand began to glow and took the shape of a young woman. Her wavey red hair was pulled into two pigtails, and she was dressed like a peasant girl from 16th century England. She was a bright counterpart to her partner's red and black, strap-covered outfit.
"Angel, what the hell! I had her!" the boy cried.
From her position on a nearby roof, a young girl dressed in the style of a lolita jumped down to the street, landing perfectly on the ground. In her hand was a black and white bow.
"Sorry, Dragon. You were taking too long," the girl replied with a pout. Her short brown hair bounced around her face, making the single streak of aqua stand out. "We should call in and report our progress," she mused, looking over at the latest victim of their target. "We should also get someone down here to clean up this mess...give that poor girl a proper funeral..."
"Yeah...let me find a mirror or something to call him..." Dragon grumbled and stalked off.
The bow in Angel's hand began to glow and formed into a blonde woman. She wore a black shirt, a white tie and white pants. On both her tie and the left leg of her pants were black x's.
"You can have this one, Persephone," the tall blonde stated in her deep, boyish voice, "...I'm already three souls ahead of you."
"Are you sure, Maia?" the pigtailed girl asked. When the blonde nodded, she grabbed the red soul and bit into it like it was an apple.
"Hey, Dragon, have you found anything?" Maia asked.
"Yeah, over here," the boy called. The other three rushed over to catch up with him. He was standing in front of a large window. He lifted a hand and breathed on the window, then wrote in the fog with his finger:
42-42-564
The window began to glow and a bright room appeared in what used to be the group's reflection. In it appeared a cloaked figure with a white mask in the shape of a comical skull. In the room with him was a man with short red hair in a black suit.
"Ohh! Dragon and Angel! How are my cute cousins?" the cloaked figure asked.
"Can you...not call me cute, Shinigami-sama?" Dragon grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. Angel giggled and waved. "Anyway...Special Ops Meister Dragon Collins reporting on the Elizabeth Bathory case."
"Oh, yes! I almost forgot. How did it go?" Shinigami-sama asked, clapping his large hands together.
"Mission accomplished. Persephone has devoured the soul. We'll be taking the first flight home," Dragon stated.
"Oh no...I'm afraid you won't be going home for some time," Shinigami-sama corrected.
"Huh? What do you mean by that?" Angel asked. She hugged Dragon's arm and tried to get a better look at the mirror.
"I have a new assignment for you two that will bring you here to Death City. You start at the Academy as soon as you get here," Shinigami-sama explained.
"What? The Academy? You mean Death Weapon Meister Academy?" Maia asked.
"That's right. It seems we may have an infiltrator somewhere in the school. Professor Stein believes a Witch may be hiding within our staff somewhere," Shinigami-sama explained.
"A Witch...? That seems highly unlikely, Shinigami-sama..." Persephone pointed out.
"I know the unlikelyhood, but better to be overly cautious than to be caught off guard. I want the four of you to join Stein's class as students and investigate anyone who stands out to you. Maia, I know of your weakness to Witch souls, even when they're under Soul Protect, so I'm counting on your intuition to find the culprit."
"Yes, sir..." Maia replied uncomfortably.
"Alright, then. When you arrive in Death City, report to the Death Room and I'll personally show you to your class. I hope you're all prepared." With that, the window returned to normal.
As the four teenagers' faces faded away from the viewing mirror, the cloaked figure turned back to red-haired man who spent most of his time at his side. Shinigami watched the man with serious eyes. It seemed the peace they had been so attached to was disappearing. It took him a few moments to realize his friend and weapon was speaking.
"I'm sorry, Spirit, I was daydreaming. What were you saying?"
"I asked who those kids were, Shinigami-sama," the red-haired man repeated.
"Ah, yes...do you remember a girl in your class who became a Death Scythe immediately after you, then retired after six years?" Shinigami asked.
"Sidhe? Yes, I remember her. She was forced to retire when she had her youngest daughter...wait, those kids are Sidhe's kids!" Spirit cried, surprised.
"Yes. They're my third cousins and have been working as special ops meisters for me. They're doing what Kid did before he enrolled in the Academy. Angel's partner, Maia Russell, is the daughter of a witch, though her father never told me which witch. Because of that, she's sensitive to the presence of Witch's souls, even when they're under Soul Protect," Shinigami explained.
"How is that possible? Even Stein can't sense a Witch's soul while it's under Soul Protect," Spirit pointed out.
"Perhaps because her soul is part Witch? She gets uncomfortable when Witches under Soul Protect are near...and when they release their Soul Protect...well...I'm hoping Stein can find a way to work with her on that while she's here. The other girl, Persephone, is alot like Black Star."
"Annoying?"
"No, no. She's not nearly as spirited as Black Star, but she came from a Scottish clan that were on the verge of becoming Kishin. She was merely five when her family was wiped out by Justin Law. Unable to kill a child, he brought her to the local orphanage after making sure she hadn't been force fed any souls. She was adopted by a nice Irish meister and his wife. I personally paired her with Dragon. Their souls were perfectly in sync from the day they met. You could say they're soulmates."
"That's a little bit romantic, Shinigami-sama," Spirit teased.
"Oh, I'm sure Persephone to could match the Wavelength of any Meister. Dragon's the difficult one. After what happened with his father...he's just too closed off."
"What happened?"
"It's still under investigation. I don't want to make any false accusations," Shinigami stated. "I would like you and Stein to be available if those four need anything. They'll be staying at the mansion with Kid."
"Sure, alright. I'll get Maka to befriend them. My Maka's so adorable she'll win their hearts easily," Spirit said proudly.
"If it's you, Spirit, she'll want nothing to do with them," Shinigami pointed out.
"But...but...MAAAAKAAAA!" Spirit cried, falling to his knees and crying.
"Good grief..."
To Be Continued...
Me: How'd you like the first enstallment of The Undying Prince? Interested in learning more about Angel, Dragon, and their Weapons?
Angel: YES!
Me: You already know everything about this story. Hush.
Angel: But...but...
Me: Alright, Angel...go ahead and say it.
Angel: Please review, or I'll have to sic Maia on you.