Author's Note: Sorry for not updating for so long, I've been busy for a while. If that's not a problem then, please, enjoy this retelling.
(Author's Note)
"Talking"
'Thinking'
"Telepathy/Soul Resonance"
"Translated Japanese"
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater, it all belongs to the rightful owner(s). This is also nonprofit, I mean it's frigging fanfiction! You don't make money!
Chapter 1.1 – Moonlit Pat One
Five years later:
The sound of heavy breathing and his own heartbeat broke the deafening silence. The man turned and twisted, hoping against all odds that he'll escape the monster hunting him down, stopping even once will guarantee death. Unfortunately, one cannot hide from a creature of shadows in their own realm.
The predatory monster ambushed the man and killed the man with a painful, bloody swipe through his arteries. His death left blood splatted all over the cobblestone road and a glowing ball of light, a soul. Seemingly with glee, the murderer pinched the soul by its "tail" and swallowed the personification, the essence, of life with a surprisingly feminine hum. However, the pleasant buzz was cut short by calm, if uneven, footfalls. She jerked around to spot the owner, only to be me with a lanky boy with a scythe.
"Jackie Ripper, damned soul of darkness. I'll be taking your soul now," droned the ashy-blond boy. "She's one of them too, Sol*," he clipped briefly to his scythe.
The scythe's black and red blade gleamed, flashed a quick image of an albino girl. "Yeah Mako*, she's human… or what's left one, a pre-kishin."
As they were talking, the ripper leaped at them, growling with an animalistic hunger focused on the boy. Mako calmly raised his head freeing his eyes from the blond curtain, his jade eyes glowing as he trace her flight path. Counting down a handful of heartbeats, he then swung his partner skywards and she met with the pre-kishin's bloody claws. As the malnourished form landed, he spin the scythe towards his back to block another blow. Pivoting the scythe without once turning, Mako turn and cut through her right hand. He then dropped and spun himself to his right, angling Sol to slice Jackie's right flank.
With a roar and following whimpers, she jumped back a few paces away as Mako chased after her, twirling Sol at a dangerous velocity. The pre-kishin clawed at a building's side and scrambled to its top, but Mako was prepared for that as he threw Sol at her. It effectively turned Sol into a spinning death sentence as she split open Jackie's back and bounced back to Mako's waiting hands. He dove into an ally and kicked off their walls to catch the cannibal of guard. With him and his way up and the monster on the way down, the scythe buckled slightly against her ribs before carving her in half.
The two halves began to dissolve into a dark cloud with a blood-red core as the weapon-meister duo descended to the cobbled road. When the cloud disperse, a corrupted soul floated down, hovering a three feet or so above the ground. Its glow dancing on the stone road and on Mako with the butt of the scythe placed firmly on the ground. A human hand emerges from the scythe's blade to grad the soul, it was Sol as she shifted into her human form: modest figure and tan skin with a black leather, cotton-padded jacket and black, baggy jeans. She landed on her red and white high-tops, then gave a shark-tooth grin before slurping up the corrupted soul and chewed.
She shallowed with a blissful sigh as Mako asked, "Having a nice dinner there, Sol?" a light smile visible in the streetlamp's light.
"Yeah, definitely the best one we've served up. One more to go and I'll be the youngest Death Weapon," she answered coolly with a bow.
Her meister couldn't help but roll his eyes at that, but decided to continue the conversion, "It's hard to believe that we almost have a hundred under our belt, huh?"
"Not really."
"Hmm," Mako hummed in question. "Why not?" Sol only shrugged besides him as they approached a windowpane.
"Cause I'm cool like that."
Mako shook his head at his partner response, but it was important enough to press. So he breathed onto the glass until it fogged over and wrote, 42-42-564. Once completed, the window rippled and glowed before clearing to reveal the strange, black-cloaked figure of Lady Death, the goddess of death. Or as Mako called her, Shinigami-sama.
"Oh, Mako-kun! How are you doing? What's new?" the lady chirped.
"We've collected 99 souls as of now; all we need is the last one – a wizard or witch's." Mako reported with a quick respectful salute.
Just as Lady Death was about to congratulate her student, a new voice chimed in off the widow's screen. "You really do take after your father, I bet he would be so proud."
The owner stepped into view of the goddess' mirror to reveal Yami, a man that wore a solid-blue t-shirt and blue jeans under his black and blue-trimmed trench coat. His hair is, as always, tied into a low, short ponytail that ended at the nape if his neck and his fringes covered the upper-right side of his face. His only visible, blue eye shined with pride as he states, "I'm sure of it."
"Oji-san*! What are you doing there?" Mako cocked his head to the side slightly.
"I was called here to discuss matters with Shinigami-sama here," he answered as his eye moved to survey the two and he noticed that they were both unharmed. "Seems like you're doing a good job, Sol. But keep an eye on him, y'hear?"
"I can can take care of myself, Oji-san," Mako sigh for what felt like the thousandth time. While Sol retorted, "I will old timer, worry too much and you'll turn into Professor Stein."
The older Albarn scoff, "I'm not the albino here." He smirked at her and she growled, opening her mouth to return the jab. She was, however, cut off by their principal as she brought everything back on topic. It's true that it takes a level of skill and effort to take of 99 pre-kishins, but…
Yami had took over from Death to explain this part, there was something he wanted to say. "You do realize that this final soul id were many meisters lost their lives, right? You're the most at risk of dying, Mako."
His nephew met his eye with his own emerald one as he assured, "I know and I promise that to be careful. I promised that I'll make a great Death Scythe, better than Papa's* even!"
The mirror lost connection with his last words. 'I hope you'll home safe,' Yami prayed silently. He then turned to his superior with an unreadable look. He seemed as if he wanted to ask something before deciding against it and asking something else.
"So, the little Kiddo's going to be enrolled soon?"
The deity nodded once, but she felt that there was something more to his question. "She'll be attending classes after a month a most."
"What with the sudden change? She wasn't originally planned to attend," Yami added.
"I thought it'll be a good idea."
The next morning:
"Hey uncle, are you sure the soul belongs to a wizard or witch?" Mako tentatively questioned his uncle as he limped behind in a short-sleeved dress shirt and golden dress coat. The pant legs of his green cargo swayed with his movement as his black, steel-toed, and white-strapped combat boots clicked against the tiled floors. All an attempt to keep pace with his uncle's blue and white converse.
"I can't promise you it is, there some are creatures with powerful magic like dragons or they disguise themselves as lesser beings, but there's a high probability."
"But can't Shinigami-sama tell?"
"Well, yes. But, here let me tell you something. She's hundreds of thousands years old, her Soul Perception in not what it used to be."
Mako uneasily accepted this as he said, "Okay Uncle, wish me luck."
"No… You don't need it," He waved off. "So go make yourself a death scythe, maybe then I can set you up."
"Uncle! I'm thirteen!" Mako floundered about.
The elder Albarn could only chuckled as the younger attempted to hide his face in the textbook he was carrying. Both of their face flushed for two completely different reasons before the night the scythe meister were to face his opponent.
Author's Comment: Huh, six frickin' months...Like damn. Buuut it's updated I guess? Anyway, sorry. Can't say it enough.
Sol = Soul
Mako = Maka
Oji-san = "Uncle"
Papa = "Dad"
Now, Rol, out!
