A chance encounter. Has it been 15 years already?

Shibusen Academy America , Main HQ

6:00 am

"Shibusen Academy for Weapon Meisters. Forever standing watch over Death City. It is here that young meisters train, learn, and cooperate to protect the civilians of the peaceful planet from the many things that go bump in the night. As well as train their partners, their "weapons", into becoming Death Scythes: the ultimate weapon of the God of Death Shinigami. This is the story of of one such trio of meisters and their trusted weapons"

"How disappointing," grumbled Shinigami , watching the sky. "Everything is so uneven. The clouds are swirled together into who knows what kind of shapes. I can't even see the sun."

Every day for 15 years, Lord Shinigami would watch the sky from atop Shibusen's central spire, always looking for that one beautiful, symmetrical morning where all the clouds would seem to race towards the sun as if in one great canvas of symmet-

"Oi, Lord Death!"

A very loud, very grating voice called him from the ground below. Shinigami didn't need to guess who.

"Hey! Lord Death! You know we need your official blessings to reopen the school. Get down here already."

'Just leave me to my morning meditations. Is that too much to ask Death Scythe?' Shinigami thought to himself. Unfortunately he knew he could not break these certain protocols. After all, he instated them.

"Very well Death Scythe, I'm coming down. Beelzebub!" he called, summoning his magic skateboard and using its ability of flight to lower himself down to ground level.

"Still haven't found your perfect morning of symmetry Kid?" Kid the Shinigami's attendant and death Scythe partner stated, with his toothy smile prominent.

"No. It seems even the Earth itself cannot respect the brilliance of symmetry." He responded begrudgingly. "And for the last time: you are to refer to me as Lord Shinigami in public, Death Scythe Soul Eater," he added.

"We've been friends longer than you've been the god of Death Ki- I mean "Lord Shinigami". The white haired young man responded to his boss and friend. "C'mon. The students will arrive in about an hour. We shouldn't keep them waiting," Soul added, walking back into the academy.

"Why does class always start at 7:30? Why can't we start it at a nice round number like eight..." Kid complained following close behind still grumbling along the way.

"What's taking her so long?" Muramasa Sakuya grumbled to herself, pacing around the living room of her and her partner's apartment.

"Allison-chan, school starts in 30 minutes! What's the hold up?" Sakuya called, irritation obvious by the sound of her voice. Sakuya wasn't really mad at her partner and best friend. She adored her clutzy meister as a sister. It's just that last year the pair hadn't done as well as most were expected to went it came to missions for freshmen, and the two promised they would work 200% harder this year.

"I'm ready, let's go!" Allison Rogers rushed out of her room, donning a similar Shibusen sophomore student uniform as Sakuya.

"You say you're ready but look at your hair, it's going to get in the way like that." Sakuya doted, pulling out the clip Allison used to messily pull back her hair and working to get it back the way Allison usually liked it.

"But we're in a hurry, aren't we?" Allison complained. "We can't be late for our first day of sophomore year."

"We can't have you going to school looking unprepared either. After all, you're hoping to find a boyfriend, aren't you, and I think you're very cute with you're hair braided back. There- all done." Sakuya said, braiding her friends hair back in one long braid. "Now c'mon, we just might make it before the bell." Sakuya grabbed her briefcase as well as Allison's and rushed out the door, her partner in hot pursuit.

"We've still got 15 minutes," Sakuya stated as the two reached the stairs that led up to the academy. Unfortunately, a group of teenage boys were also hanging out nearby- apparently mocking someone who was napping on a neaby bench with his head covered by a large black coat. That is, until one of the boys spotted more appealing prey.

"Forget the bum guys. Hotties: 3 o'clock." He said, looking over at Allison and Sakuya ludely. Sakuya moved to block Allison from the groups, moving backwards slowly towards the stairs. The boys caught up, unfortunately, surrounding the pair.

"Now what're a couple o' babes like you two doing heading towards Shibusen?" One of the boys asked, almost gentlemanly like.

"Ooh I know," another said stupidly, raising his hand. "Maybe they're a pair of big, bad monster killers. Maybe we should be afraid. Ooh," he said, cringing in false horror. The other boys joined in with laughter, one of the boys grabbing the two girls briefcases and tossing them aside.

Sakuya moved to smack the nearest boy but the one who was earlier cringing in fear pulled out a switch blade knife pointing in Sakuya's face.

"Un un uh. You know the rules. You meisters can't hurt civilians- why don't you babes come with us? We know a nice little club where you cuties might find better jo- hurk!" In a moment of desperation, Allison brought her knee up to the knife wielding boy's groin, downing him in an instant.

"Bitch!" One of the boys grabbed Allison by the end of her braid, pulling out the clip she used to put it up, and stopping her attempt to escape the group. "These chicks wanna get rough huh? Fine by me."

Just then something smacked into the back of one the boys' head, knocking him out. The gang turned to spy the culprit, just awakened from his nap by one such briefcase falling on his head. Pulling on his large black jacket the tall, sandy blond haired boy dusted the dirt from his sleeves and looked up at the throng which had disturbed his nap. Sakuya recognized his coat as one the uniforms Shibusen upperclassmen wear, and she decided to take a chance.

"Senpai, please help," She called, damsel-like. The knife wielder pushed the blade closer to her face, trying to silence her as he addressed the intruder.

"Look pal, sorry for waking you up but this has nothing to do with you, so just back away and no one gets hurt." He declared, diplomatically. The older boy regarded the two girls and the throng of boys, clearly understanding the situation. He stepped forward and said "If you're looking for someone to date, I suggest you try with something more appropriate, like a termite or a grub."

The boys pushed the girls aside, focused on the one that insulted them. The stupidest of them ran straight forward, looking to deck the bad mouthed brat. Instead, he found his hand caught by his target's and then violently bent back, bringing him to his knees. Finishing up, the jacket wearing boy brought his knee into his victim's chin, knocking another out cold.

Only the knife wielder and one other were left standing, sweat dripping from their temples. The knife wielding boy rushed forward- trying for a stab. His target caught the blade in his gloved right hand and broke it off, while also bringing his other elbow down on the boys forearm, snapping the bone.

The punk cried out in pain, holding his broken arm to his side. "Who the hell are you?" he cried out, as he backed away.

"At Shibusen they call me Devil Buster, but my real name's none of your damn business," he stated coldly. The punk made a break for it. His partner, not looking to try his luck, followed. The sandy- haired boy retrieved the girls' briefcases and tossed them back to the pair. "You two should be more careful, there're more monsters off Shinigami's list than what's written on it." He turned to leave when Allison called out. "Thank you, Devil Buster Senpai! I really hope we'll meet again in class!"

Buster Arm turned his head back to regard the girl and noticed her sincere smile. Not understanding the earnest friendliness, he kept on walking.

Whoo. End of chapter 2. This is not as easy as it looks. I'll try to update as soon as I can.

I don't own Soul Eater or its original characters.