AN: It's 11:14 pm my time. I'm still keeping my promise. Honestly, I can't tell if this is going to be longish or shortish because I typed this up on an IPad. -_- The dimensions are really weird there. Anyway...I actually liked this chapter. Hmm...

Oh yeah I'm still working on the character personalities so as you have probably noticed people go OOC at times. That is another little thing I'm trying to fix by rewording things. :)

This is a disclaimer,
Simply stating this,
I don't own Soul Eater,
Cause if I did I'd...hiss?...(with joy?)

*skips verse to go straight to chorus*

OH Jingle Bells,
Jingle Bells,
Jingle all the way,
I wish that I owned S-E,
Cause in that world I'd stay!

HEY!

High five if you started reading it to a tune before you saw jingle bells. :3

"Soul." A voice pierced the dark clouds that was the weapon's mind. "Soul. You've got to wake up now." The warm almost comforting tone drew Soul out from his waking dreams. The boy slowly lifted his head up to see, yet another large man standing in front of him. He wasn't in his cage, instead he was chained to the wall of a stark white room. A clipboard lay on a table to his right while his 'glorified dog carrier' lay to the left of him. Soul's jacket, shoes, and socks were missing as well but that wasn't the issue right now. He needed answers...and an escape route.

"How do you know my name?" Soul thought his own voice sounded kind of slurred but he wasn't sure. Stupid tranquilizers. The man chuckled darkly. "You have no idea whats going to happen to you, right? We watched you for some time before we moved in and took control." Soul pulled at his bonds. "I don't know who you are but you better let me go! Otherwise when my meister finds me she is gonna kick your a-" The last word was muffled as the man slapped his gloved hand over Soul's mouth. He grinned. "Don't you understand? You're never see your meister again. Now if you are quite done issuing petty threats lets get this over with as fast and routinely as possible. Hell, you might even get a few questions answered. Cause I know you have a mighty amount of them." In those few sentences the man's appearance had changed. Gone were the warm and fluffy, now his eyes were hard, his voice cold, icy even. Soul gulped as the man pulled his hand away and grabbed the clipboard. He pulled out a pen and for a moment all that could be heard was Soul's ragged breathing and the soft scratching as the man jotted something down.

"Name?"

"You know my name."

"Name?"

"..."

The man sighed then wrote something down. "Name?"

"You already know my name. Damnit!"

The man looked up and emitted a bored sigh. "How about this, I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours. You get one chance though." The man cleared his throat and ran his hand through his sandy hair. "My associates call me Kratos. It's a greek name."Soul shifted position before muttering his response. "Soul Eater." Kratos raised an eyebrow. "Your full name." The weapon looked stricken. "Soul Eater." Then in a small whisper. "Evans."

Kratos had a smug smile on his face as he wrote it down. "That's better, now we're that much closer to the end. Your age?"

"...Just turned fourteen." His captive raised an eyebrow. "Really? I thought you were older." Soul bared his teeth in silent response.

"Okay then, demon weapon form?"

"Scythe..."

The man looked up, his expression showing pleasant surprise.. "A scythe? How nice, that's very rare. We'll get a nice price on you in that case."

A fresh wave of panic swept over Soul and he pulled at his chains, causing loud rattling to echo through the room. "Price? You're selling me?" The boy's voice rose in pitch and volume and he hated it. "Of course we're selling you Soul! You're a weapon, not a person! And, more importantly you are a DT. To top it off since you're a scythe and an albino we'll be able to charge nearly double than the usual!" Kratos seemed so happy, treating Soul as if he was of no importance.

"Bastard."

Soul shrank back as his interrogator's face darkened with anger. Kratos raised his hand, his eyes black and glittering as the room seemed to darken. Soul stared at him, a glimmer of fear sparking in his crimson eyes. With visible force Kratos lowered his hand and the dark room seemed to brighten a little. "You're lucky Weapon. If you weren't worth so much I'd have dragged respect out of you. And even if you are profitable there is a certain line you can cross where I wont hold back. A DT like you can't fend for yourself anyway!" Kratos paused as he saw Soul's confusion at the term. He growled exasperatedly. "Look scythe, there are two types of weapons in the world. Those who can fight by themselves, the 'independent tools,' and those who can't, the dependent tools. You are a DT incapable of actually defending yourself. You are useless!"

Soul hung his head. Kratos had just voiced his own fears. A tear trickled down his cheek and dripped off his nose as his captor resumed the interrogation. "Did you go the DWMA?"

"Yes." Soul's red eyes were dull and his voice was low.

"How many souls did you get?"

"Forty-eight."

"Have you ever had intercourse?"

"No."

On and on the questions continued until the blood had drained from Soul's arms and he was nodding off.

He couldn't remember when it stopped.

Four days, seventeen hours, thirty-something minutes. That is how long Soul has been gone. And it's my fault. People keep telling me it's not, but they weren't there to see it. I should have done something, I could have done something. I don't know what but I might have made a difference. So many people have looked. Me, Black Star, Tsubaki, Death the kid, Liz, Patti, Papa, Miss Marie, Proffessor Stein...even Sid and Nygus helped by spreading word of a reward for finding Soul all through the DWMA. But where was Soul? Not here. I wish he was here.

Studying isn't fun anymore.

Reading isn't fun anymore.

Going outside isn't fun anymore.

Playing basketball isn't fun anymore.

Listening to music isn't fun anymore.

Nothing is fun anymore.

I miss you Soul.

Uggggggggggghhhhhhh! IT LOOKS SO SHORT! DANG IT! Okay. I promise. Next one will be nice and long and packed with juicy angst from EVERYONE! Ok, maybe not everyone but at least Soul. :3 Did I mention I love Soul angst?

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Also stay tuned because NEXT CHAPTER SOUL GETS...SOLD! (read that aloud) Poor Soul. Heh heh heh... :3

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