Check out my Hellsing fanfic, because I'll only be doing this when I can't work on my other one anymore. Well, by the time this is online I'll be done with both of my Hellsing fanfics. I like Soul Eater way better than Hellsing, but I was on a Hellsing craze when I discovered Fanfiction. This fanfic will be using Nightmare before Xmas, because that just goes hand in hand with Soul Eater. YouTube, when you type Soul Eater in, This is Halloween is the fourth one down.
Lord Death's POV:
Oh boy, a new student! Two new students! I couldn't wait! I was so excited! "Lord Death, sir, please calm down." Death scythe stood in front of me, looking annoyed. I stopped bouncing. "What? They said they needed to adjust to life here before going out on missions, but they'll be attending the DWMA before long, and I'm always so excited about that."
Lord Death didn't know just how much adjusting the pair needed however, before they could fit in. In fact, the pair probably wouldn't fit in, ever.
Kage's POV:
The sand around us shifted like mist, obscuring the bright city we had seen a few hours ago, before this cursed sandstorm started up. My brother was behind me, keeping one hand on my arm in case he got lost. My name's Kage. Pronounced Ka-ghe, thank you. Not what some people seemed to think, they just pronounced it "cage". My brother Akuma didn't have the same problem. Just A-ku-ma.
I'm a meister. Well, mostly. I'm part weapon too, as far as the DWMA is concerned. That's all I will be for them. My brother's the weapon, although he was much less mixed than me, and was really just that. He needed my or his help to use his other…forms. He was two swords, although once I resonated with him, he'd meld into one.
Almost directly in front of us, a building reared up out of the sand. The storm was getting worse too, so we had no choice but to go in. It had a walled courtyard around it, so the sand wasn't blowing so badly. We walked up to the door, and I knocked my fist against it. It made a hollow booming sound, like there was a long empty hallway behind it. We waited, and suddenly the door began to move.
We both backed up, watching it nervously. When no one came out, we were even less inclined to go in. What can I say? I'm an alarmist. I have two rules about strange buildings in the middle of nowhere. One, never enter without permission, and two, never go in when the door opens by itself and no one comes out to greet you. Especially, as I now noticed, the courtyard is covered in creepy stitches, and strange looking dead trees.
I heard a rolling sound, and Akuma transformed. I caught the two swords, waiting for whatever was coming out to do so. A familiar looking man on a squeaky wheel chair suddenly crashed over the doorstep, almost making me panic. My brother did. "Oh my god, is that HIM!" I shook my head rapidly. The man on the ground in front of us was not Jack. Our panic was justified, however, because the man had a very close resemblance to Jack, although he was older, with silver hair, glasses, and stitches all over his body.
"Did you need me for something? I don't need to go to the school until the new weapon-meister pair are done settling in." he said, looking up at us in resented annoyance. "Oh, erm, that's us sir," I said, letting go of my brother as he flashed back to human form. "We were coming here and the dust storm is kinda disorienting. Do you think you could give us directions?" I stood on one leg, feeling sheepish.
He looked at us, frowning. He got up, and I felt that ticklish sensation of having my soul examined. "You have very strong souls, in fact," he hit one hand with the other. "Your brother is a Death scythe, isn't he?" I gulped. "He has eaten all the necessary souls, but this is the first time we have ever come to the DWMA, sir." He raised his eyebrows. "And if I'm feeling your souls correctly… so have you?" I brushed some sand off my clothes, avoiding his eyes. "I'm part weapon, so I can consume souls, and we figured, stronger is better, even if the meister is the one swallowing souls. My brother was already a Death scythe, so it was something to do with them, at least."
He shrugged, and I felt a surge of relief when he stopped looking at our souls. It was way too uncomfortable for me, even though I was pretty sure the Soul protects Lock had put on us were strong enough. He turned towards another section of the house, motioning us to follow. We both shrugged and went after him. There was a garage, quite apart from all the other stuff, invisible from the front.
He went in, and showed us a really shiny bike. Apart from the shiny though, it was literally held together by stitches. Metal stitches, but that didn't make a difference. He turned it on, and gave us a map showing us how to get to Death City. It was really close, but I was worried about the old bike. "It'll make it." The man said, patting it lovingly. "I've put this together and apart tons of times, and know it inside and out. If you're worried about someone stealing it, don't be. Everyone knows this bike belongs to Professor Stein.
I swallowed hard. Stein, the ultimate meister. We had just walked right into his yard. I just was really glad he- "You know," he said casually, looking at both of us, "I could take you apart too. New test subjects are always such fun." I sighed. Or not. "No thanks!" I said cheerily, hopping on the bike. Akuma jumped up beside me, and we started driving off. "But we'll bring the bike back tomorrow!" I yelled over my shoulder. Akuma pressed against me in annoyance. "We could totally just have him come get it, you know." I shuddered. "Do you want him to know where we will be living?" He gulped. "Excellent point."
***Time Skip***
I opened the door to our new apartment, sighing in relief to be out of the desert. It was a bit too bright for either of us, but luckily we could fix that. I dug around in my backpack, bringing up our goodbye present from Barrel. It was a paint can, but not just any paint can. I looked around for inspiration. I saw a greenish tint to the couch, and figured a color that might go well with that. I dipped my hand into the can, and then pressed it against the wall.
A nice, soothing forest green color spread out from my hand, covering the wall. After a few moments, the living room was colored. Repeat for bedrooms and kitchen, and we were ready to go. I used a few more of the magic tools Barrel had given us earlier, joking that as much as we moved, we needed to shape stuff to our need.
After about an hour, the apartment was completely different. A soothing blend of grey, dark green, brown, and light blue greeted they eye as you walked in. The couch was still the same, but I had changed the coffee table in front of it into something a bit more natural, a silvery grey piece, with tiny spiraling designs in dark green, to match the walls. The rest of the cabinets, shelves, and suchlike matched it, at least in that room.
The kitchen was a light blue, with soft fawn cabinets and matching appliances. Our rooms were pretty much identical, a stormy-grey mixture of paint that looked like a brewing thunderstorm, which was actually pretty calming for us, at least in the middle of the night. We each had a dark brown desk, and a bed with carved paneling, and dark colored blankets. What can I say? We were a bit depressing in our styles, but it was just so calming when I was surrounded by dark colors and furniture.
I laid out my change of clothes, noting that we needed to go shopping as soon as we were finished unpacking here. We already had all our school stuff, so clothes and food. Akuma pushed my door open, saying "I'm not shopping in a city I barely know, so I'll hold down the fort until you leave, okay?" I saluted him sarcastically. "Sir yes sir!"
I walked out the door, grabbing my keys from the desk. I picked up my purse, noting that I still had enough money to get us all the necessities. Luckily, there was a clothing store not far from our apartment, as the students probably shopped for new clothes all the time. I moved through the sliding doors, relieved to see no one started staring. I had black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a leather black jacket that was zipped up to where my cleavage started. Black combat boots thudded on the floor as I walked to where the woman's clothing was kept.
In other words, I was the very picture of a Goth punk. I couldn't help it; I wasn't a Goth at all. I shopped, getting all of my clothing before I started on my brothers. We both dressed exactly alike, because if someone wanted to grab either of us we could just put on a hat or something and be indistinguishable from each other, at least from the back.
I was done, and I turned to leave. I felt a weapon-meister pair's souls come in through the door, and almost looked for a hiding place. No, I reminded myself as I made for the cash register. I am not on the wrong side of the law anymore, and am going to be normal, for once.
I checked out, and turned to see a girl with a trench coat and a boy in a yellow sweatshirt looking at me. The girl walked towards me, and I sensed she was a meister. This explained why I hadn't gotten any weird looks, if there were people dressed like this floating around. "Hello, I'm Maka Albarn, a sycthemeister, and this is Soul, my weapon." She said, sticking out her hand. I gripped it, shaking her hand once and saying "Kage. Twin swordsmeister." And Demonmeister, I added silently, letting go of her hand.
"Well, I have to get home, goodbye." I said, sidestepping her and walking out the door. I felt her soul's confusion, and then she brightened, thinking I was just shy. Hmph. Silly girl, I'm not shy, I'm just really unsociable. I finished my shopping and went home without further incident. Tomorrow, I thought as I drifted off to sleep that night. Tomorrow we start at DWMA.
About Stein's bike, well, how do you expect him to get back and forth from the DWMA and his house every day? It has clearly stated in the manga that his house is outside the city limits. Also, if some perceptive people have noticed I'm using a lot of stuff from Nightmare before X-mas, you're right. I'm borrowing heavily from that, although the characters don't know it. Flame if you will, I don't really care. Kage and Akuma's jackets look just like Soul's black one. This whole story is kinda whack, because my friend challenged me to write a story that was based on AMV's from Soul Eater. So if the whole tone abruptly shifts, that's because I moved to a different song. Review, Request, Rcomment. Auf Wedersien!