Welcome to my story: The Insatiable Bane of Death City
** IF YOU HAVE NOT YET ENJOYED THE WONDERFUL PLEASURES OF SOUL EATER, I STRONGLY SUGGEST THAT YOU DO SO NOW IF YOU CALL YOURSELF A FAN OF ANIME/MANGA IN GENERAL!! ** Also, if you haven't checked it out, you won't understand this glorious story! And you really haven't lived if you haven't watched/read it. So do it. I beseech thee. [/shamelessplugandbitching]
Necessary Foreword/Introduction:
x-.: ...A brand new story unfolds in a world where Nayagi Ai herself controls the way of life... :.-x
In other words, this is a complete work of fiction. :3 Hello, I am Nayagi Ai. Call me what you like, though. I'll give you a warning, and a disclaimer. This story, almost surely along with all of my others, WILL contain two or more males partaking in some form of the act of sexual intercourse. NO complaints, now, OK? Also, NO plagiarism. NO disobedience. Anything I just said "NO" to has a 100 percent chance of making you look like a fool and a jerk. I never did, do not now, nor will I ever own the characters/settings/plots from the original series. Since THAT'S out of the way, let me say that I love you all! xD Now let's get on with this, shall we?
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Full Summary: Well, Shibusen was back to its regular old self (but with a few new faces), and Soul and Maka were completing their extracurricular assignments with flying colors. It just so happened that all ninety-nine of those pesky Eggs of Kishin had been collected, and they were once again on their way to harvest their final soul-- the Witch's. This Witch was known for placing curses, and the Meister and Weapon were both already well aware. If only they had heeded that warning, young Evans wouldn't be in such a proverbial pickle...
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Labels: This story is- YAOI/SHOUNEN-AI {Boy on boy love action}. Almost all Male CharactersXSoul (I can't contain myself. Maybe more, maybe less). xD With guaranteed Lemons {usually graphic sex scenes put in writing}. Ever-so slight OOC {out of character portrayals}. Some inappropriate language. A mostly Soul-centered plot (or Third-Person Limited to Soul, whichever way you'd like to say it.)
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What Comments Have I on This Work of Fiction?: Soul Eater universe. Setting the stage, learning the plot, viewing the action. It's great. Also, please excuse the recurring OC, but I think I pulled her off OK. Soul will not, I repeat: NOT be paired with any females, no matter how much he (or the readers, but I somehow doubt that) begs me. I also promise that Soul will be a little slut, but there will be a main group of people. There is SOME plot, but it's pretty much just filthy, filthy smut (me likes). And, yes, personalities are bent for a reason. So sorry if I offend.
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Credits and Honors: The fabulous Ashinan was the most tremendous inspiration in this fan-fiction, and I have so very much to thank her for. She allowed me to use her 'Sexy Curse' idea for myself, but of course, mine has twists. Speaking of what she inspired me to do, hell, even the disclaimer/warning at the top was taken partly from her. MUCH LOVE TO HER, ALL OF HER FANS, AND ALL OF MY FANS (even though I only have, like... maybe five) and all of the people who I couldn't mention here! And... it's a Soul-Bicycle, not a Tsuna-Bicycle [(c) QuestofDreams], if you catch my drift~ Anyway, check out her Want Me story, 'cause it rocks everybody's socks.
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And now, without any further ado... Please enjoy!
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The Insatiable Bane of Death City
Chapter One - Accursed Glimpse
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"Could you hurry it up, Maka? I'm pretty sure that you can find a decent mission without taking a decade." He rested his hands behind his head and leaned lazily-- excuse me-- coolly against the wall next to the lesson board. His eyes were shut with that candid defiance that his friends and enemies alike hated so. He was bored, nearly to literal tears, and he had no problem expressing it. He wanted to get out there, devour the ninety-ninth soul, and be one giant step closer on his way to becoming a Death Scythe.
Maka sighed discontentedly at the snowy-haired youth. Her brow creased, she frowned as she turned to face him. "Soul, I have to make you into the best Weapon possible. And that means sorting through all the useless souls." She paused, forest green eyes studying his face for any sign of attention. He wasn't paying any, as expected, so of course...
"...Maka Chop!" She whipped that damnable book out of what seemed like nowhere, face red with indignity, and swatted her partner's cranium harshly. Soul lay on the ground, clutching his head painfully.
He scowled up at her smugly smiling face. "These bouts of violence, your tiny little tits... I wonder why I ever became friends with you."
In an instant, her book was poised to knock Soul's head off, quite literally, but a firm hand took hold of the tome before it came down upon his poor noggin again. Maka turned as Soul sat up, intense crimson gaze shifting to the hand and up said hand's arm to the face of their beloved teacher, Professor Stein. With a pleasant smile, he let the book go and handed a small rectangular slip of paper (that seemed to materialize out of his pocket) to the pair.
"I think this one might suit you. A special one appropriate for the situation. I've been saving it for a star student like you." His smile turned to a more casual smirk, and he turned his back. "Proceed with caution." And with that, he rotated the screw in his head a few times and walked away from them. The girl took hold of the sheet and skimmed over it a few times, gaining her briefings, as Soul looked over her shoulder at the 'special' assignment.
"For students who have collected ninety-eight souls ONLY. Weasel Witch Tachiko has been wreaking havoc in Paris, France with her mislead partner Set. The two, together, are a very dangerous and destructive force. Take Set down for your final soul, and then tackle Tachiko for the big finish. Three-star assignment. Note: Tachiko is capable of using high level spells, creating illusions, and is well known for placing terrible, sometimes life-long curses upon her opponents. Avoid this at all costs! Also be careful of her wording; her manner of speech can be quite deceptive."
"So... It's like killing two birds with one stone," Soul said happily.
Maka nodded in gleeful agreement. "A package deal of sorts."
He wiped the bit of drool dripping from his mouth (at the thought of two delicious souls) and grinned wildly. "C'mon," he said, already jetting off to locate his motorcycle.
"Right," Maka smiled, and jogged after him despite the fact that something in the pit of her stomach was telling her that this was the beginning of something totally beyond her understanding. She had hoped that something was a good something...
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PARIS oO0Oo FRANCE
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With several 'vroom!'s and 'zoom!'s, they were speeding on their way down the previously peaceful streets of the so-called City of Love.
"Paris is a big place; I wonder where she is...," a discouraged Maka said somberly. Soul kept his eyes intently on the road, and just then, in a way of timing that was uncannily convenient, the air went silent, followed by an explosion. Horrified screams of bloody murder and citizens' cries for help sounded like a switch, and from the blaze rose an intimidating, billowy black cloud of toxic smoke.
"I'll give you one guess," Soul sighed. He increased his speed with a rev of the engine, and they were off to the next block which had seemed to be the origin of the blast. He drifted, tires screeching, around the corner and then brought himself to an abrupt stop, parking the vehicle off to the side.
"Ready?" Maka asked, hopping off and eying the duo of distant figures. One of them appeared to be a young woman. She was far too busy triggering bombs to focus on the excited team. The other looked remotely like a human, but he was of an abnormally muscular build and had a prominent hunchback. He seemed to be controlled by the Witch, much in the same fashion as a master would control a puppet.
Soul scoffed. "When am I not?" He glowed, and in a bright blue flash of light, he changed into a weapon shape, and then the brightness peeled away revealing his spectacular scythe transformation. Maka grabbed hold and swung him around a few times in order to get a proper feel before resting him upon her shoulder.
"Let's go!" And then she charged. The commotion was still too great for the Weasel Witch to see, so they took this as an opportunity. Now that they were closer, they saw that she had whisker-like markings painted on her cheeks, and she was sitting on a magically levitated tree branch. She wore a hat resembling a cartoon weasel's head, but it still had the pointy, baggy shape expected from a Witch. Her little buddy had grayish skin, and a remarkably mean look in his orange eyes.
She indifferently turned to face them (finally) and then smiled at the approaching danger. The smile seemed genial enough, but from the looks of her soul, she knew that it was a mere facade and that the girl meant no good.
"A challenge, is it?" she muttered under her breath.
Then she looked up. "Hello, hello! Oh, my dear Set.
It would appear that we have some guests.
Let us welcome the boy and girl, though from Shibusen,
for they will be reduced to but dust before this night's end!"
And with a flick of her wrist, she commanded the man to move. He simply smiled, pounded his fists together, and ran forward, perfectly prepared to attack. As Maka swung her scythe in retaliation, she realized how tough he was; his skin gave the dense feel of iron when struck, and he didn't flinch very much. The blade and his arms collided multiple times, and the fight raged on for a while. But with several skillful swoops and some lucky defense, she was able to overcome the circumstances and vanquish the monster with one powerful slash of the weapon. He grunted furiously, and his body turned to rugged black ribbons, then out popped the red-colored soul of an evil human.
Soul grinned widely at this, and he released himself partially from weapon form, just enough to reach out and consume that tastily elusive soul. He chewed, swallowed, and exhaled, thanking someone-- no one in particular-- for the great meal. He then fully reverted back into the scythe, feeling revitalized.
Maka smiled, slinging him behind her back. "No way. Just one more!" She sprung into a run as fast as she possibly could, and jumped up high to reach her level, scythe ready to pounce again.
"Oh, boo-hoo, my dear brother Set.
Oh, so soon must you go?
But Technician and Weapon, you won't get me yet,
for the final is always most difficult, you know?"
In the palm of her hand, she held a golden flame and smirked wickedly, hastily throwing it like a burning cannon. Maka spun in the air to dodge the fiery beam, then counterattacked with a strong wave. The foe avoided it with ease, and prepared another blast.
"We don't have much of a choice, Maka."
"Do you mean that we should use..."
He nodded. She sighed softly through her nose and closed her eyes peacefully, and both Wavelengths flared up.
Simultaneously they shouted, "Resonance of Souls!" and she held Soul above her head.
"Witchhunter," she called. The head of the scythe illuminated blue, and a mirror image of it sprouted from behind until the entire weapon formed a huge pendulum in a crescent-shaped radiance. Tachiko watched with an amazed smile. The once fleeing civilians returned and viewed the spectacle apprehensively. Maka brought the newly-formed Witchhunter around with a battle cry, and she nearly sliced the Witch in half, but unfortunately, the woman was already floating behind the duo. The Albarn kept going, unable to control the inertia, and crashed, creating a small fissure in the street. The Resonance was beginning to dissipate, and Tachiko was chanting some sort of incantation.
"Ka, ze, hou-ka..."
When Soul was able to catch Maka's attention with a shout, she turned. But it was just too late, as Tachiko was cackling loudly and making strange hand-movements. She was glowing with a purplish-black aura.
"Simple-minded children, you know naught of that with which you interfere.
I shall now mortify this boy with nothing less than the greatest of fear.
The scourge shall begin, right now and right here,
where your heart may be locked for one twelfth of a year.
I will leave this smart girl be,
but for you, there will be no such luck.
Very soon you will see,
madly in love, your mind is stuck.
Because of this hate, no, not only once,
might you learn to fool around with me, you arrogant dunce."
The Witch's cryptic poem came to a close, and Soul was forced to return to a human form. He gleamed that same glow, and in a confused shock he tried to break free. He couldn't move at all until the gloomy air evaporated away like steam. Before they could even retort, she was flying away to who-knows-where, giggling like the Witch she was.
"...What was that all about?" Maka demanded angrily.
"I don't know," he shook his head, "but I'm glad it's over. What the hell do we do now?"
Without acknowledging Soul, Maka apologized with a deep, lady-like bow to all of the pedestrians who seemed to be thoroughly petrified. She then followed Soul Eater who was already advancing toward the bike.
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DEATH oO0Oo CITY
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"I can't believe it!" he said growling. "Bullshit. We failed again."
"Calm down, Soul. After all, we can always find another Witch. It's not like we made a total mistake this time."
Soul was pacing, hands sheathed in his pockets, across their apartment. He was seriously furious with himself. That was the chance; so close to becoming a Death Scythe again, and yet so far away.
Maka sighed and laughed to herself, dismissing his grouching as nonsense and standing up from the couch. "Then I'm going to bed now. Don't stay up too late, okay?"
"Whatever," he waved her off, unused hand set under his chin. She frowned and turned into her bedroom, shutting the door. He groaned in utter self-pity and plopped limply onto the couch on the far-side of the room.
Mysteriously, the distinct sound of a blade being twirled around flew into his ears. He looked up, startled, whilst the faint crackle of a fireplace came about as well. A sudden white rift brightened the room, surprisingly not rousing Maka at all, and out jumped the worst person Soul had ever come to know... and in only a few minutes. That damn Weasel Witch Tachiko whose yummy soul had evaded consumption.
Soul's eyes were amazingly wide, and they did nothing but stare as his mouth fell agape, his body jerking itself to stand.
"Wh-what the--!" he started.
She quickly 'shoosh'ed him and then smiled. "Let me explain to you what just happened."
Soul was no longer stunned, but now pissed off. "No. First, I have one condition..."
"I listen."
"...Don't you even dare speaking in verses this time."
With a sighing laugh, she surrendered, "I comply."
She took a few leisurely steps around the space, viewing the scene with a blank smile, then turned to him with a more serious look on her face. "I have placed a curse on you."
"You what?"
"They always respond that way..." she commented idly. "As you have already probably heard, I am a Witch who has been gifted with the power to curse others. I use this power at every opportunity I get, and I haven't had many opportunities as of late... but you provided me with the perfect one. You see, you and your partner attacked me, blindly obeying the commands of that bastard Shinigami. You killed my little marionette, and I was about to suffer the same fate. You bugs were far too tenacious for me to simply fend you off, so I was forced to plant the curse on you and make my escape," the last sentence being said with a theatrical inflection.
"...Which leaves two questions. For number one, why did you choose me? Maka was the one calling the shots, and just as capable of falling victim to a curse."
"My answer? I chose you simply because you were a boy, and the girl seemed to have a bit more of an intellectual mind-- if there's one thing I hate, it's the foolish. Also, a boy is always easier to manipulate, and it's fun messing with your emotions."
Soul's brow furrowed deeper. "Basically, you chose me so you could get more entertainment out of it."
"Right on the nose!"
He sat back down, his second question burning a hole in the curiosity center of his brain. "So for the other one... What does this curse entail?"
She smiled, as if waiting specifically to hear question number two. "I'm so glad you asked. Try to stay sitting down once I tell you, all right?"
"No promises."
"For the next month, or until you learn your lesson in ignorance, the curse will effect your life... socially. Sexually, to be much more specific." This appropriately seemed to pique his adolescent interest. "You see, for those who you know, those who surround you, the curse will take hold of their feelings-- and yours-- and magnify them into something more, most probably causing a sexual encounter. In short, people will find you irresistible, wanting to coax you into bed, and vice versa." She was being rather frank in her manner of speech.
Soul's expression seemed to be set in stone as he continued to glower at the woman, but without much warning, he gave a soft smirk and stood up, hands back in their respective pockets, from his seat in bold defiance of her request, then sputtered, "So my 'punishment' is to bang all the girls I want without any sort of trouble or consequence? What a load; that's awesome! What kind of lesson is this supposed to to teach me?" His face dropped a little when she burst into a fit of laughter. After a second, Soul's looks became mean again and he inquired, "What's so funny to you?"
Her mouth wiggled comically as she wiped a tear from her eye, other hand holding her now-aching stomach. "How cute. Who said anything about girls?" she asked through giggles, half rhetorically.
He scowled. "What are you talking about...? I don't--" his face dropped again, but a lot more than it had previously. "Oh my God. You don't mean..."
She nodded. "You will be a magnet to man-sex, not lady-sex," she said, so much more bluntly than the last time.
His eye twitched uncontrollably, and he began to feel somewhat sick, knowing somehow that his life was about to take an unprecedented turn. He fell back onto the couch with finality, and his eyes drooped in fatigue.
"Oh, and one last thing? I'll be back tomorrow-- and pretty much any time you're alone-- to monitor your progress. And remember: I'm always watching from the penumbra." She winked at him before turning on her heel, summoning her little tree branch and locating an open window, slipping out of it nimbly and flying towards the insanely laughing yellow moon.
Flatly, he asked, "Why me?" Soul didn't even bother fighting it as the sandman's power whisked him off to slumber-land.
And all throughout that night, visions of his closest friends, teachers, acquaintances, and enemies alike (each of them being guys, of course) danced about his uneasy head ranging from the most innocent of images to the most perverted of pictures.
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End Notes: You know you have the power... you know you must read it over and over again... you know you must add it to your favorites and/or alerts, as well as me, the author. You know you must, most of all, leave a review for me!
~All of these are what keep me (and most other writers) going. Otherwise, the less motivated of us(ME)would totally shirk on our duties. [/lengthyandlogicalexcuseforattentionwhoring]~
But only if you want. ; )
Next chapter should be up within the next... seven days.