A/N: Once again, I'm starting a new story, even though I haven't finished my other two or three, but whatever! I wanna write, so I write (screw school). I will write three or four stories at the same time, why not? Challenge accepted.

I had this idea for a while now, actually exactly since June (crazy huh), but I never started writing because I didn't know how to put this idea into reality, I thought it would be too hard to write with my chosen character. And now, since I watched Soul Eater, I feel like I found the perfect character for this story, so I'mma write it!

Don't know how long exactly this will take, but since I love science, logic and fantasy at the same time, expect understandable and logic things from me including this story and it's events. I don't do anything without thinking it through.

By the way, I'm not american, so if I make some mistakes about the country, sorry! I tried.

Should I do a disclaimer? It should be pretty obvious that I don't own Soul Eater, but whatever. I DON'T OWN SOUL EATER NOR IT'S CHARACTERS, EVEN THOUGH I WOULD BE THIRRLED TO DO.

So, without further adieu, let's start the first chapter!

~Chapter I~

I hated that my university was so far away from my apartment. It took me an hour and a half to go from one place to the other by bus, and I didn't have enough money for a car. Even if I did, I doubt it would make a huge difference. I live in a busy town and there's always traffic at this time of the day. So by the time my sessions end and I go to the nearest bus stop, in autumn it's already dark. And I still have to do my homework and, of course, watch some anime or read some manga. Yeah, I'm a nineteen year old girl who spends almost all of her time on studies and still finds time to watch fictional shows in the night and goes to university the other day with dark bags under her eyes from not sleeping at all and then manages to confuse the Sun with Sirius, so what? I do whatever I want.

'That sounded pathetic.'

'You shut up! Can't you wait until I get home?'

'No, I cannot. What are you trying to fool really? Yourself?'

'Shut up, you don't know me!'

'...Do I really need to say it?'

'No.'

I hit my forehead to the glass wall of the bus stop. Why can't I get rid of that stupid voice in my head? It always points out my stupid and weak things, and honestly, it's driving me to depression. Sometimes I start talking loudly to it and then I get weird looks from the other students. That only makes them think I'm even more crazy and drives them away even more. Not that it would make any difference, they still didn't want to hang out with me, and nor did I. I was perfectly fine on my own and with that annoying voice in my head. There's the plus side of it: atleast I'm not lonely all the time.

'That's the nicest thing you've ever said about me.'

'Every flaw has it's pluses I guess.'

'You're a scientist, of course you'd think that.'

'A scientist in-progress thank you very much.'

'You won't even be able to keep that title if you continue with those sleepless nights.'

'...Shut up.'

I knew she's right though. If I keep doing what I'm doing and won't sleep, I'm almost certain I will fail my astronomy exams, which will take place six months actually. I need to seriously start studying if I want to pass. And I really do. Astronomy the next best thing to anime if not better.

I was sitting on the bench at the stop and waiting for my bus in this freezing night. Well, it wasn't that cold but it was one of the chilliest nights of this month. I even had to take out my warmer jacket for this. But it didn't really help though. I wish I had brought my scarf, this chilling wind was really hurting my face. Well, at least I had my black gloves on and leather with real fur boots on. They cost me a lot, but it was worth it.

As I was remembering todays session, replaying the last Kuroshitsuji episode in my head and counting the passing cars, I noticed a black figure was walking along the sidewalk to my direction. It was odd really. At this time of the day, no one really was out in the city, let alone walk this almost deserted road. Mostly I was the only one at this part of the town at this hour, so I wondered a bit what business could he have. He was walking to the direction of the residential district, so I guess he's living there or something as do I.

When he was close enough, I offhandedly looked at him, just to satisfy my curiosity. But at the sight my heart stared pounding at an alarming rate. I managed to hide all other featured that express surprise.

Not too far away walked the best Death the Kid's cosplayer I've ever seen.

He had every detail perfect: the exact-looking shoes, the pants, the jacket with white strips and that awesome-looking skull, the rings, the golden eyes, even his hair was perfect. Did he... It looks like he actually dyed it and cut it in the same way. Wow, I've never seen anything like it, it was just amazing. Now that is one dedicated fan.

But not only that, his features just looked liked the exact original, which actually scared me a bit. He frickin' even got Kid's pace exactly the same! I wish I could cosplay like that. But wait... why is this cosplayer here at this time? There can't be any anime conventions going on, I would know about it. Maybe he's just going home from some sort of party? That could be it.

As he was getting closer, I tried to steady my breathing. I needed to calm down and not start going hyper-active. The best plan is to just pretend I don't know who he is and everything will be okay.

''Excuse me.''

Ohmygod, his voice even sounded exactly the same as the the original's!

'Come down woman, you're gonna make a foul of yourself if you keep this up!'

'You're not helping!'

It actually took me a second for me to answer. I had to collect myself first.

''Yes?'' I said with the most casual and calm voice I could manage and looked at him. I had to admit, I was a pretty good actress. But that serious expression and stare almost made me loose my cool. How can he do that?

''Can you tell me where exactly am I?'' He asked with a serious and collected tone, but some confusion was still audible.

''Umm, Akron, Ohio?'' I answered surprised. What kind of cosplayer didn't know where he was? It would be much more realistic if some hobo didn't know that.

I saw his eyes widen a bit at that, but he quickly hid his surprise. Obviously he didn't expect this.

''Would you by any chance know how to get to Nevada?'' He asked carefully.

''Nevada huh?'' I chuckled at that a bit. The state where Death City is located if I remember correctly, and I do. ''Yes, I must say I would know.''

''You seem awfully amused by that name.'' He stated suspiciously and narrowed his golden eyes a bit. That gesture scared me a bit actually.

Dammit, I let that one slip. Gotta make a quick recovery...

''No, not that, it's just interesting how you got almost to the other side of the country.'' I shrugged casually.

He eyed me doubtfully and a bit angrily for a moment before answering ''I must admit, you're a good actress and you should be able to fool any other, but I can see that you're not telling the whole truth.''

Oh god, he sounded exactly like when he was confronting his father. That is creepy. He might be taking this role too seriously.

No wonder he thought I was lying, he probably thinks that I must have recognized him and know what is located in Nevada. But I'm not giving up that easily. I won't admit I know who he is.

''Oh wow.'' I breathed out and with wide eyes at him. ''Yeah, I did hear that there's a place called Death City there. I assume that is your destination?'' I asked, trying my best to hide my amusement and playfulness.

''You know of such a place?'' He seemed genuinely surprised. If I was a good actress, then he was an excellent one. Or he really thought I didn't know him.

''Like I said, I heard of it.'' I shrugged simply. ''I'm right though, yes? You want to go there?''

''Yes, that is correct.'' The boy who really looked fourteen or something said slower than normally. With every moment I could sense his suspicion rising, but I couldn't think why. He shouldn't be that surprised, right? Maybe he just doesn't understand why I know Death City but don't say anything about his cosplay? That could explain it.

''If you don't mind me asking, why do you want to go there?'' I continued to conversation innocently. I like messing with people's minds like that.

''That is none of your business.'' He answered suddenly with a cold and an awfully serious tone. That sent chills up my spine and I almost lost it. What's wrong with this guy?

'Maybe he forgot he's not really Death the Kid?'

'That could be a possibility, but still...'

''Oh, why the sudden coldness?'' I still managed to keep my act on. ''Is it something important? Or are you someone important?''

''You know more than you say.'' He stated. It felt like a expostulation actually, but I wasn't surprised.

''Why do you think that?'' I bend my head to the side a bit. ''You know what, why don't we introduce ourselves? I'm Celestia, but you can call me Celle.''

I saw that he hesitating and thinking with what name he should go, his real one, or the fictional one?

''There's no point in lying by the way.'' I added quickly before he could speak. ''Let's stick to the truth, alright? You can tell when I'm lying, and I can say I'm pretty good at that myself. Besides, if you give me your real name, I might be able to help in any way more.''

''Alright, Celle,'' The teen slowly began, still hesitating. ''I go by the name Death the Kid.''

So he stuck with the character it seems.

''Really?'' I asked, entertainment mixed with doubt evidently. ''I've heard of him also. So you're saying you're a grim reaper, is that correct? An interesting story.''

''I knew you wouldn't believe me.'' He said, now suddenly his voice filling with amusement. I got a sick feeling that he's planning something.

''Well, what did you expect? If you're really what you say you are, shouldn't you be able to, I don't know, see my soul or something?'' I asked jokily, trying to sound at least a bit serious.

''Oh, but I can.'' The teen said and fixed his eyes a bit lower than my chest. For a moment there I thought I saw an odd shadow running across his eyes, but the next second it was gone. ''You have a self-conflicted soul. It seems you soul wavelength can't match with just anyone, if fact, it's extremely hard for it to match with another at all. But it is a strong soul and it's hard to break it. And by that I can easily tell what your personality must be. You can't get a hold of your life, you want different things, but you're conflicting with yourself and can't decide what to chose, so you try your best to do everything. You have a hard time interacting with other people, so you're alone most of the time. But that doesn't stop you and you still do what you feel is right, or even if you don't feel it.''

Now that is creepy!

I shot up from the bench and walked backwards a bit, unconsciously putting my arms around my chest. That scared me a lot. Is he a stalker or something? If he is, that is not good.

''That is creepy.'' I stuttered out with a shocked tone and wide eyes, not bothering to hide my surprise. ''How the hell can you know all that? Have you been watching me or something?''

''No, I made these assumptions based on you soul.'' The boy answered calmly.

'Can he do that? I didn't know he can do that! Since when can he do that?! I've only seen professor Stein doing that!'

'Calm down, woman! Why have you jumped to such conclusions? Remember, keep a straight mind or you will lose it!'

''You know that what you're saying makes no sense at all?'' I said accusingly, defending myself.

''It does if you believe what I say. But that alone might not be able to convince you. And I do want to. You already know of my existence, so it can't be helped.'' He sighed.

He raised his palms and dark smoke began erupting.

'That could be colored gas! No, it has to be colored gas! I'll lose it if it isn't!'

'Do I need to mentally slap you? Because I will.'

And then boom! Some kind of lightning shot and a skateboard, the Beelzbub, appeared.

'Somebody hold me, I'm going to faint.'

''Ah, my favorite skateboard.'' He said with warmth as he took the object into his hand. ''Of course, I can do more than that, but I'm not in the mood of violence.'' His eyes then directed towards me. ''Are you alright?''

Only then did I noticed I have fallen backwards and was shaking madly while keeping my panicked gaze to him.

'That is not possible, that is not possible, that is NOT POSSIBLE!'

'But it can be logical if you think about it with a clear mind, which obviously you don't have at the moment.'

'...NOT POSSIBLE!'