Soul Eater The Chosen Ones Chapter 2- A Bounty Hunter's History

Disclaimer- The following is a non-profit fanfiction. I do not own Soul Eater.

The teens all sat down at the table. "Let's start with introductions. My name is Nemu, and this is my meister, Blast. We are students at the DWMA. Who exactly are you?"

"Archangel. I am the kishin killing bounty hunter."

"Earlier when we asked you if you could join the DWMA, you said you couldn't because you still have business to take care of. What exactly is that business?"

Archangel sighed. "My history is a very tragic story. My parents were known as Brass and Whisper. They were retired students at the DWMA. Once they retired, they got married. However, when Whisper was pregnant with their child, something horrible happened. A psychotic kishin killed Brass, leaving Whisper as a widow. One month after that, I was born. Whisper raised me by herself and taught me everything there was to know about fighting kishins, from weapons and meisters to what soul resonance is. But when I was six years old, the same bastard kishin that killed my father came to finish what he started, by killing my mother!" Blast and Nemu saw tears forming in the bounty hunters eyes, but he quickly wiped them away. "I don't know why, but he left me alive as an orphan. And from that day forward I vowed to destroy every kishin I can find in this world and never harm any innocent humans. I was then sent to the local orphanage, where I lived a great life. However, once I was thirteen, I learned that Spectre, the owner of the orphanage, was extremely low on cash and couldn't pay the bills for this place. And if those bills weren't paid, the banks would take this place away. I, for one, wasn't about to let that happen. I became a kishin killing bounty hunter to help. I hunt down kishins with high bounties on their heads and kill them to get that money. Half of the money goes to get more powerful weapons, and the other half goes to Spectre. This business is good for both me and him. He gets moneys to pay his bills and I get to keep my vow to kill every kishin I could find."

"Oh my god..." was all Nemu could say.

"I have a question," Blast said. "If you were only 13 back then, how did you get weaponry to kill the kishins? Isn't there like a law here that says you can't own a gun until you're an adult?"

"Hmm..." Archangel said. "I think it would always go like this."

FLASHBACK

Archangel walked into a local weaponry shop. After picking out several different weapons, he then walked up to the front counter. Behind it was a man polishing a shotgun. "Hi, I'm here to kill some people?" Archangel said as he put some money down on the counter, along with the weapons he picked out.

"Hmm?" The man looked at him. "Oh yeah, sure." He took the money and gave Archangel back his change.

"Thank you sir!" the bounty hunter said as he walked out the door with his new weapons.

END OF FLASHBACK

"...I'm not even gonna begin with what's wrong about that."

Everyone was silent, until Nemu cleared her throat and said "Well, I believe I have a solution that could work out for both you and this Spectre guy."

"Oh really?" said Archangel. "And just what is that solution?"

"Oh, I'll show you. May I borrow your mirror for a second?"

"Uhhh... I don't think now is the best time to be checking how you look, but sure, whatever."

"Thank you." Nemu walked over to the mirror and breathed on it. Then, she began to write something on it. Archangel and Blast heard her whisper as she wrote "42-42-564 whenever you wanna knock on Death's door."

There was a pause, but then, the mirror began to ripple and glow a light blue, and soon, Lord Death the Kid, who now ran the DWMA, appeared in the glass. "Hmm?" he said. "Oh! Hello Nemu and Blast! Have you gotten your 99th kishin egg yet?"

"Yeah, but that's not the only reason we called you."

"Well, what other reason is there?"

"Well, uh... Have you ever heard of the Boston City Orphanage?"

"I've heard of it. Can't say I've actually seen it though."

"Well, it's really low on money, and if it doesn't get any money soon, it'll go out of business. Please, we're begging you, please help it!"

"Nemu, I'm sorry, but I'm not sure if I can. If I was to do that for this one place, I would have to give money to every other place that asks me to-"

"Lord Death the Kid, this is important! If we don't do this, dozens of children won't have a home! Please, do it for the children here!"

"I... Uh... Hmm..."

"JUST HELP THE LITTLE BASTARDS!" Blast yelled angrily.

Kid sighed. "Ok, ok, fine, I'll help them. I'll send them a check or something tomorrow."

Nemu smiled. "Did you hear that, Archangel?" she asked. "You no longer have to do bounty hunting for a living!"

Archangel smiled. "As much as I hate to admit it, you people are right. To be honest, I actually always wanted to go to the DWMA, it was just that I always had the weight of that burden on my shoulders."

"Wait a minute, Archangel? The bounty hunter?"

"Yeah. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, it's just that I didn't think you of all people would be with Blast and Nemu."

"Lord Death," Nemu began. "We have seen the way he fights. He has skill."

"I am well aware of that. I've heard a lot of stories about you, Archangel. You are a very skilled boy with great potential. You just need help to unleash that potential. If your request is to become a student here, then I grant you permission."

"R-really!?" asked Archangel.

"Yes. Come here as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, Principal Kid. I'm gonna tie my shoes one leg at a time!"

"Please, call me Lord Kid."

"Whatever you say Mr. Principal!"

"...I'm already regretting this decision. Blast. Nemu. I have found a witch in Oregon. Once you drop the bounty hunter off here, you must go after it. But remember, if screw this mission up and don't get her soul, all the other souls you've collected shall be confiscated."

"Yes sir!" Blast and Nemu said at the same time.

Kid nodded, and the mirror changed back to normal.

"So..." Nemu began. "You're a student of the DWMA. I guess that makes you one of us now."

"Yeah. I guess it does."

"Heh. You can start packing, we'll wait for you outside. Say goodbye to everyone here."

"I guess I should thank you..."

"I guess you should start packing," Blast said. "You get only twenty minutes to-"

"NEMU SLAP!" Nemu yelled as she bitch slapped Blast across the face, making him fly into a wall. Archangel sweat dropped. "Give him all the time he wants! This is a very emotional time for him!"

"Ow..." Blast groaned in pain. "That hurt..."

"Yeah," Archangel said. "Looks like it."

TO BE CONTINUED