Heyo! Chapter two already? I'm pretty sure that's the quickest I've ever written a chapter! So the story is being continued, hopefully you all will enjoy what I have in store for you! Hope you enjoy :3

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater


"You knock."

"..."

"I'm not doing it, you do it."

"..."

"Don't look at me like that! I'm not-.. Fine."

Begrudgingly, Marshal gave a firm knock on the large burgundy door, standing stiff as a board as he and [F/N] waited for a response.

"..do you think he heard? Maybe he forgot, we should-" Marshal was cut off by the heavy metal door swinging open slowly, leading to a long hallway lined with modern looking guillotines that [F/N] assumed (hoped) were for show. Slowly, Marshal stepped into the room, [F/N] following close behind. [F/N] couldn't help but flick her gaze up to the guillotines as they passed under them, half expecting half fearing one of them would come flying down suddenly. As they slowly approached the podium at the end of the path, Lord Death waved a large foamy hand.

"Hiya hiya hiya! It's wonderful to finally meet you in person Meister [F/N] and Weapon Marshal!" He proclaimed cheerfully, clapping his hands together. He sounded as if he was smiling underneath his mask, but neither teen could tell for sure.

[F/N] surveyed the room subtly, eyes flicking from object to object. Admittedly, she expected something much different from the title 'Death room.' Though she was pleasantly surprised by her surroundings. The walls were strange, they looked exactly like the sky, the clouds covering the surface even moving. If not for the small windows scattered about, she would've never realized they were even walls. They gave the room an endless effect, and she briefly wondered how big the room actually was. The only thing she found unnerving about the room were the crosses littered everywhere, standing still and lonely, like graves.

"You've already met Spirit and Stein, so I wont bother introducing you." Both teens attention snapped at those words, whipping their heads to see the two standing near the edge of the podium, Stein taking a drag of his cigarette and Spirit pushing his hair back lazily. Marshal glared at them, and while [F/N] didn't show it, her distaste for the both of them was rather obvious as she clenched her left wrist with her right hand.

Stein only smirked at them as strings of smoke brushed passed his lips. "I'm glad to see you both came. I trust that our discussion will go a bit smoother this time around?" [F/N]'s eyebrow twitched, and her cool and steady expression almost broke as he spoke those words in an almost taunting manner.

"Stein and I are only here to make sure the two of you don't go running off," Spirit said, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. "You two play nice and so will we."

"Like we need it." Marshal muttered. Spirit wrinkled his nose, his eyes narrowing at the boy. "What was that punk? If I recall, the two of you got your asses kicked last time you tried to tussle with us."

"You really think you can beat the greatest Weapon and Meister pair to ever live, old man?"

"Who're you calling old you little shit?!"

"Maybe if you didn't have your head shoved so far up your ass you'd know!"

"Reaper...CHOP!"

In a second, both men were on the floor, Spirit being poked at by Stein and Marshal being tended to by [F/N]. As soon as he'd hit the floor, she'd followed, clutching his arm and shaking him gently, her previous calm and collected expression being thrown out the window as her eyes filled with worry, asking him silently if he was alright. "It's all good [N/N], it'll take more than that to take me down! Son of a bitch..." As [F/N] helped him up as gently as she could, the three adults couldn't help but stare in curiosity.

"...you and your partner are very close, aren't you miss [F/N]?"

[F/N] only shifted on her feet, looking at the floor as her bangs shielded her face. Lord Death chuckled at her, giving her a small pat on the head. "That's good," He stated. "The closer a Meister is to her Weapon, the stronger their bond will become."

"I hate to ruin the moment," Stein interrupted. "But we do have actual business to attend to."

"Ah, yes yes, thank you Stein." Tilting his head to the side, he asked in his comically squeaky voice; "Before we get started, why don't the two of you formally introduce yourselves?"

Marshal and [F/N] quickly bowed, Marshal speaking in a clipped business like tone. "Marshal Keeper, 17 years old, Weapon, gun. My Meister is [F/N] [L/N], 16 years old. We've been partners for three years, and in that span of time we've collected 129 souls and consumed 72."

Stein raised an eyebrow. "You've collected 129 souls but only consumed 72?"

"Yes sir," Marshal said as the two of them straitened up again, a slight bitterness in his tone as he addressed Stein's question. "Kishin souls can sell at a high price on the black market depending on the level of that Kishin. The more souls the Kishin consumes, the higher the price goes."

"Interesting.." Stein mumbled to himself, twisting the large screw emerging from the side of his head. [F/N] cringed slightly at the clicking sound the screw made, it sounded as if it were turning gears or something.

"You said you were a gun?" Spirit asked.

"Yes." Marshal sneered, sending a cold glare at the man, only to have [F/N] kick him harshly, sending him a warning glare.

"Well, what kind of gun are you?" Spirit demanded. Marshal was about to snap at him again before Lord Death beat him to it.

"Now Spirit," He chided, pointing a finger at him the way a parent would a small child. "These two are guests at Death Weapon Meister Academy, and I would appreciate it if you treated them as such. You're an official death scythe and I expect you to act like it."

As Spirit was preparing a rebuttal, the air around Lord Death suddenly became darker, Stein sighing while Marshal and [F/N] visibly stiffened.

"Do I make myself clear, death scythe?" Lord Death asked, his voice ever cheerful, but everyone in the room knew that he was not.

"C-crystal." He said, rushing to hide behind Stein. Just as quickly as the aura had come, it diminished, Lord Death's bubbly persona returning. "Although I am quite curious, what type of gun are you, mister Keeper?"

"I have three different modes." Marshal answered. "A pistol, a double barreled shotgun, and a sniper riffle."

"Fascinating!" Lord Death exclaimed. "Only one other Weapon in the academy has more than one mode, very unique indeed!" Marshal and [F/N] glanced at each other, neither of them had ever heard of a weapon with more than one form other than himself. This was news to them.

"Well, that about concludes my questions! Aside from one more..." Lord Death Looked at the two of them, his physique betraying no emotion. They both straitened out immediately.

"Have either of you ever consumed a human soul?"

The question made both of their eyes widen, Marshal's breath catching in his throat and [F/N] biting hard on the inside of her cheek. Marshal took a deep breath, and answered the question in a smooth and steady tone.

"No sir, never."

Spirit let out a sigh of relief and Lord Death relaxed slightly, happy to hear so.

"But..."

The adults attention immediately sharpened, staring at Marshal with a mix of apprehension, anticipation and worry.

"...we have sold them. We didn't kill them, we've only taken them from Kishin that we've killed before they've had a chance to eat the soul of the person they killed. We've also found them scattered around occasionally. But I can assure you we've never taken the life of an innocent human." Marshal concluded, folding his hands behind his back neatly.

"Oh yeah?" Spirit jeered, glaring spitefully at him. "I don't know about you, but I find that hard to believe. If you're willing to take the soul of an innocent person and sell it for profit, I don't see why you wouldn't mind killing one, it's just as bad."

Marshal clenched his jeans in his fists, glaring at Spirit lividly as he grinded his teeth.

"Listen here you egotistic bastard-"

[F/N] grabbed his hand in both of hers, running her thumb over the back of his hand comfortingly. She knew how he felt when people assumed such horrible things of him. Marshal looked at her as he squeezed her hand tightly, the look of reassurance and understanding shining in her soft [E/C] eyes slowly calming him down.

"Spirit." Lord Death spoke calmly, "We will talk about your behavior later. For now, Marshal and [F/N], you're excused. I will have your class schedules worked out as soon as possible and your living arrangements have already been sorted out. Here is the key to your new apartment," He said, placing a silver key on a keychain with a small plastic charm in the shape of his mask on it in [F/N]'s palm.

"Feel free to wander the grounds if you'd like, but be careful, it's easy to get lost. I will contact you again as soon as your schedules are put together. Until then. Peace out!"


Oh Marshal, why must you be so misunderstood ;A; and reader, always keeping an eye on his temper VvV Hope you all enjoyed, I'm pretty exited about this story, so I hope you guys will like it considering it's something I've never done before. Thanks to everyone supporting this story, and I'll see you in the next chapter! BROFIST!- Sarah