Thanks Taranodongirl1 (Just wait, Soul will have a blast...Bunny? Not so much.) and SquamousEpithelium for the reviews, as I write this I hope you guys enjoy it, if Soul seems a little out of character in this chapter it is probably because of how he is now immortal and its just a sudden change dattebayo!

Sooo, Enjoy, review please, it takes me a few days to accumulate a complete chapter so be patient with me please while I write the chapters so I can give you quality work! Hehe.

Summary :Soul Eater runs from Death City because of the black blood that is slowly grating his mind, as he is leaving Death City, he saves a child from a Kishin, only to die himself, he wakes up as the Spirit of Hallow, only for MiM to make him a Guardian! "Dammit... This is so not cool." FrostXSoul. YAOI.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the idea for the story, the anime belongs to Atsushi Okubo, the movie belongs to the many people who created it. Soul is gonna be a mash of the pre-Asura Soul Eater and the post-Asura Soul personality wise.

Guys, read the fanfiction, enjoy, R&R blahblahblah etc.

Alkoi.

Chapter 2: Its a rather Sandy night.

It had been a few weeks since Soul had left Death City, in the breaks between exploring the world he explored his new immortality, finding out he had an almost infinite pool of magic freaked him out as he remembered the insanity of the witches he had encountered with powerful magic, he only calmed down when he felt that the magic was not malicious, but a rather pet-like entity that seemed to yearn for approval in its Master, bending to his will in ways he had never seen witches do before.

Also, he had found out he had a pull towards people who needed courage in times of need, the farther away the less pull, but the stronger the need the harder the tug was. He was able to bring out courage in people by tapping into their mind and whispering words of encouragement that would most suit the particular person.

There were drawbacks however, the more magic he used in one blast he could either faint for a prolonged amount of time or become very disoriented and sluggish, Soul had vowed to work on his control of his powers and refine them so even a thin stream of magic could be used for powerful abilities.

Soul was currently in England, where specifically he had no idea, but was sure that he had stumbled across something interesting, night had fell and most humans were asleep or close to hitting the sack. And as Soul stared at the slightly less than full moon he had saw golden streams of sand fly through the air, going into many windows and down alleys.

"Eh?" Soul mumbled, tiling his head slightly as a large golden cloud came into view as he turned into a large street, it was high above the ground, and Soul blinked in surprise as he saw a man - he had no other way to describe the person, he was very short in stature, with sandy blond spiky hair and sleepy gold eyes. who seemed to wear a long full body robe made of fine glimmering sand.

"Who's he? Another spirit?" Soul contemplated... "What is he doing?" he mumbled to himself, tapping a shoe on the ground twice before pushing his foot from the ground, gliding into the air towards the sandy platform.

The supposed spirit looked at him, a sand question mark appearing above his head, Soul scratched the back of his neck, peering at him quizzically.

"Who are you, and what is the sand doing?" Soul asked bluntly, looking at the man through half lidded wine red eyes, the spirit searched his eyes for something, before flickering through various images in sand above his head.

Soul blinked before raising his hands quickly. "Hey. Slow down will ya? It's not cool to go so fast when I only just met you. So, your the Sandman?" at the affirming nod he continued. "And this sand-" He gestured to the golden sand- "Gives children their most pleasant dream?" Soul finished, Sandman nodded, and Soul laughed.

"Wow, that never happened in Death City..." Soul mused, his hands in his pants pockets. Sandy looked at him with confused eyes, another question mark appearing above his head, Soul waved his hand in a 'nevermind' gesture, grinning at him slightly, the Sandman's eyes widened dramatically at the sharks-teeth displayed.

A scream broke the slightly tense silence and Soul instantly straightened, eyes narrow as he jumped from the sandy platform in the direction that the scream had come from, his feet his the ground and he ran towards the alleyway that a strange malicious energy was radiating from it, the golden sand that was floating in the air seemed to avoid the vicious aura.

Soul jumped in front of a heavily dressed woman - it was winter, he couldn't blame her, and transformed his hand into a large black spiked buckler (a round shield), Blocking the attack that came from a strangely preying mantis shaped kishin, its body was a splotchy brown, it had an inhumanely long neck, and a human head that seemed to be stretched into a slightly triangular shape, its bulbous eyes glared down into Soul's cool ones, its twisted mouth unfurling into a spitting snarl.

"Your an ugly one, aren't you?" Soul muttered, flicking his eyes to the woman who could not see him, she had sat on the ground gaping at the claw that was a few feet away from her, that was struggling to push forwards against the shield, before she regained slight composure, screamed in fright and ran from the alleyway.

"Good, I can get rid of you now." Soul added, jumping back from the insect-like kishin, two long scythe blades appearing on the backs of his lower arms, Soul snapped his fingers and black spiked chains wrapped around all of its limbs and pulling, spreading them to reveal the kishin's chest and leave it vulnerable.

Jumping forward Soul buried the scythes into its chest, it let out a howling shriek of pain, before bursting into black ribbons, they vaporized, leaving a red soul floating in the air, Soul slurped up his drool, grabbing the soul he swallowed it, breathing out a contented sigh.

Before jumping in surprise as a small hand wrapped around his wrist, in an instinctive reaction he turned, raising his arm and turning it into a scythe blade only to falter as the sharp point touched the Sandman's neck, looking into the surprised - almost fearful golden eyes Soul sighed, turning his arm back to normal.

"Sorry Sandman, I forgot you were there when I killed that Kishin." Soul apologized, stepping back from him and scratching the back of his neck.

The Sandman looked at him oddly, pointing to where the kishin had been before looking at Soul questioningly.

"That was a kishin egg, when a human kills another human and eats that humans soul, their soul is tainted, the more tainted the soul becomes, until it becomes on the brink on turning into a weapon of mass destruction, a Kishin. Kishin eggs are still a lot stronger than humans, so there are Meisters from the DWMA in Death City that go around and kill kishin eggs for their souls, I'm a weapon, weapons are partnered with meisters, if a weapon consumes 99 kishin souls and 1 witch soul, they become very powerful. They are called Death Scythes, Lord Death's personal weapons." Soul explained, before jabbing a thumb at himself. "I'm Death Scythe Soul Eater, Spirit of Death, Music and Courage."

The Sandman nodded, eyes wide with awe as he looked at Soul, a picture of a scythe appeared above his head as he pointed at Soul.

"Death Scythes don't need to be actual Scythes, but the one weapon I could turn into when I was alive was a scythe, now I don't have any boundaries, I can turn into pretty much any weapon I want.. and summon weapons too..." Soul said, before crossing his arms and looking at the Sandman. "I have a few questions for you."

The Sandman thought for a moment, before nodding, drifting away on a platform of sand, Soul floated lazily on his back beside him, hands resting behind his head as he followed the Sandman.

The Sandman looked at Soul patiently, waiting for him to ask questions, Soul hummed in thought before tilting his head to the side.

"Are all the myths like Santa Claus, Jack Frost, the Boogeyman real?" Soul asked first, staring intently at the moon as he and the Sandman drifted through the sky, at the Sandman's nod he blinked in surprise. "Who's the Man in the Moon?" Soul asked next, receiving a surprised glance.

After a few pictures - Soul was thinking that it was a conversation of charades to be honest, Soul got what the Sandman was trying to say.

"So, he's the guy that puts the truth behind myth? Or rather, creates the truth the myths stem from?" Soul realised, the Sandman grinned and nodded enthusiastically.

"I see..." Soul muttered, the moon had slowly sunk from its high place in the sky that was slowly brightening, the sign that soon it would be daytime.

"Well, I guess I'll see you around then, Sandman." Soul granted the spirit a farewell he made his way to the ground, snapping his fingers his motorcycle appeared in front of him, a mix of Orange, black and chrome silver, hopping onto it he revved the engines before driving away from the Sandman, who had watched as Soul sped down the road with a roaring engine.

Soul's jacket flapped behind him wildly as he drove, he sped up again as he made his way through the country, towards the coast, Soul knew where he wanted to go next after the drab rainy weather of England.

He was making his way to Australia.

Finished!

Hahaaaa. You enjoy that? I did, Enjoy? Dislike? Review please! Compliments and constructive criticism much obliged and appreciated, flames I don't care for and will laugh at, just a warning, tee-hee.

So, Sandman is an interesting character to write about, I guess I'll learn as I go along, but BUNNY is going to be the star guest of our next chapter! then the next chapter after that will probably be another guardian, or maybe if you have any ideas from a myth just give me a rundown on the guy you want introduced - Not too many OC's will be in this, 3-4 perhaps?- Name, personality, the myth behind them, appearance, verbal tics, enemy/friend sort of thing?

Thanks AND SEE YOU!

~Alkoi.