STOLEN
Hi fan fiction~ Welcome to my Soul Eater fan fiction! It's based on an OC during the anime, now time for disclaimers!
I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER.
Prologue
I was running through the streets of Death City. At midnight. Doesn't sound too great, does it? Of course that wasn't on my mind- I had something bigger to worry about. My name is Lyra Yarrow, and I'm a fifteen year old girl who steals as a living. Well, it's not like Iwant to be stealing things- but other than some maid café (Um, no thanks.) down the road it's the only way for me to get money. I basically go to some old warehouse that hides a black market, set up a stand, and wait for people to tell me what I'm supposed to steal. In exchange for money, of course.
Today I got a bit of a hard job. Some old man walked up to my stand, and offered me some big money if I could steal the mirror in Lord Death's room at Death's Weapon Meister Academy. I'm not a student there; at the moment I can't really pay for tuition. And that brings us back to right now. After a long run up the stairs I stared up at the massive academy, thinking 'How am I going to find that room?' as I snuck in the door. It was too dark for me to see, so I fumbled through my pocket to find a flashlight. I clicked it on, and the space in front of the flashlight lit up. I started to jog down the hallways, checking all the doors until I came across one that I was 99.9 percent sure was the door I was searching for.
Once inside I turned off my flashlight and hid it in my pocket and began feeling around for the mirror and a determined smirk spread across my face when I felt the glossy surface brush against my outstretched hand. I began to pick it up when I heard a voice behind me huff, "What do you want with that mirror?"
I froze, and winced as the lights turned on. I turned my head slowly, seeing a guy dressed in all black with three peculiar white stripes on the side of his head. 'Keep it cool.'
"Why should I tell you?" I said, crossing my arms. A bead of sweat rolled down my cheek, wishing I never took that guy's order. I almost shook my head, thinking, 'No, no- I'm going to get out of with the mirror, give it to the old guy, and then let the money roll on it. And I'm not going to let this weirdo stop me!'
"My my, you're being a naughty girl~ And what is this naughty girl's name?" It was Lord Death. I turned around to see him only a few feet away from me, and I came to the not-so-shocking realization that I would most likely not being walking out with the mirror.
"L-Lyra Yarrow." I fumbled, before sputtering out a confession. I'm not really the best in tight spots… at all.
"Alright alright! I came to steal the mirror and the old guy wanted me to and I needed the money! So don't throw me in jail or kill me or whatever you're plotting against me!" I exclaimed, letting my confident demeanor fade away.
"Well we weren't planning on any of that, but I do have something else in mind~ In exchange for being a maid for me I'll let you attend the Academy~" Lord Death sung.
My face almost instantly lit up. "Really?"
Lord Death nodded.
"Really?"
"Really?"
"For the love of Death, would please just get the message!" The stripe guy exclaimed. "Wait a moment…"
I turned back around, about to throw in another "really?" but I handled myself and asked, "What?"
"YOU'RE NOT SYMMETRICAL AT ALL!" he screamed, leaving me with a shocked expression.
"What the hell is going on?" I yelled, knowing I'd only scratched the surface of the chaos called my life.