So. How 'bout a Soul Eater crossover this time? I'm using some of the Japanese terms in here because the English Version isn't out yet.

Too Many Worlds

By FlikFreak

Chapter Soul Eater

Soul was still resting, and Stein - as well as the nurse Medusa - had already left the nursery, leaving Maka Albarn alone with her partner as well as the stranger that had saved them that day. They had been in town on assignment when a horde of black, mysterious creatures had appeared. Soul had been adamant on fighting them until Maka had sensed that they were without souls. Though empty, the monsters still posed a threat, and Soul had been badly injured to protect Maka. It would have been in vain had the mysterious boy arrived in time to rescue them with his strangely-shaped weapon. What bothered Maka, however, was the fact that the said weapon had simply vanished shortly after the boy passed out. She knew it wasn't black blood, and the boy certainly couldn't have been a witch. After making sure Soul was sleeping soundly, she curiously made her way over to the one whom had saved them.

There was still some blood on his face, but overall he was lucky to not have any serious injuries aside from some gashes and cuts. Brown hair - which was spikier than even Black Star's - sagged a bit from being soaked in sweat. His eyes were still closed, and he looked pained in his sleep. Maka didn't blame him; he had gone through quite the battle. When he began muttering, however, she froze.

"Riku...don't..."

Maka bit her lip. She had to know what was bothering him. Closing her eyes in hopes of seeing it more clearly, she focused on where she would normally see a person's Soul, placing her attention on the boy in front of her. What she saw surprised her.

The boy's soul wasn't that of a warrior. He seemed cheerful, although a bit naive, and possessed a great sense of justice. What bothered her, however, was how worn his soul looked. It seemed almost as though it had been battered around, but moreover like someone had ripped it in half and hurriedly stitched it back together again. What happened to him? Maka wondered. A soul shouldn't look like that.

Something in the back of Maka's mind told her to back off, but she pressed on, looking closer at both halves. It quickly became apparent that the two souls were entirely different ones. She shuddered in fear. Did this boy really have black blood? The second half of the soul jerked, and Maka's eyes snapped open in surprise, breaking her focus. The strange boy shifted in his bed a little and fell into a more peaceful slumber, unaware of the meister's actions. Maka stood, heading over to say one last silent good-night to Soul before she left. Even as she did, however, the words remained in her mind.

That boy...just who is he?