Fools! Well everyone, I lied. I said I would have this chapter out in a few days and its been a month. Been pretty crazy around here lately. This isn't as long as my previous chapters, mostly because I ran out of material :P. Well here is chapter three, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or anything affiliated with Soul Eater in any way.

The cell they threw Joey into was cold, damp, and very dark. Four walls of very thick stone that stifles the soul wavelength of the captive make the air thick with their power. Joey is bound, hands and feet, in a very special apparatus designed by Lord Death himself to seal a witch's power even further. Soft moonlight beams into the small window near the ceiling barely illuminating the tiny room. A small bunk half-hazzardly put together sits alone and neglected on the left wall, and a small table also shares the same feeling on the far wall of the room.

Footsteps ring out in the small corridor outside betraying the lonely silence. Two voices,
one male and one female, can be heard in between the stabbing foot falls. For a while Joey sits there trying to determine what these two are talking about but gives up when he draws the conclusion that they are speaking in hushed tones.

As the voices draw ever nearer, the foot steps stop just short of Joey's cell door. A soft jingling of keys, and the door to the cell open wide allowing bright light to stab at Joey's eyes causing him to blink in pain. When the world finally comes into focus again Joey can make out the faces of Spirit Albarn and Yumi Azusa.

Yumi lifts a small piece of paper reading it very briefly before telling Joey that he was to come with them to meet Lord Death to recieve his judgment. Getting to his feet, Joey takes what feels like the longest walk of his life, almost certain that he will die today.

Walking through the Death Room, while fitting for the school and surroundings, never fails its duty to creep anyone and everyone out. The large guilotines hang over head with menacing sharpness ready to fall on anyone Lord Death seems fit. Standing in the middle of the room raised slightly by the dais upon which he stands is Lord Death himself.

Lord Death was always a sort of odd person, very personable and good with kids but kind of behind the times in a way. His trademarked white reaper skull mask showed no emotion but delivered a cold and icy feeling.

Coming out of the archways Tyler can be seen standing just off the path right before the dais where Death stands. Tyler glances over to Joey and gives a sort of half-hearted smile then looks down at his feet in contemplation of what is to come. Joey and Tyler stand side by side awaiting the fate that was about to be carried out.

Lord Death examines both weapon and meister, eyeing them for any suspiscious behavior. "You are Joey Sneiderwine correct? The witch that somehow found his way into our little school?"

Joey looks Death in the eyes. "Yes, sir."

"Why, or should I say how, did you come to infiltrating Death City without being tracked? Let alone not having a soul barrier around yourself." Lord Death, still with that mocking, emotionless face.

"Well, to be honest. I come from a small sect of witches that does not practice magic in the traditional sense. Each one of us has been modified with a sort of spell that stifles the sway of magic within our own bodies. A sort of limiter." Joey says without skipping a beat.

Lord Death was kind of taken aback by the unexpected story. "Wait, you're telling me that witches would willingly hamper their own magical abilities? Why?"

Joey doesn't even miss a beat and comes back with his honest answer. "Because there are some people who just want to live a normal life. Witches may be destructive in nature, but we are still human, magic or no."

Silence was the only answer. Joey's stare was challenging, daring anyone to tell him he is telling lies. Lord Death stands examining his options with the new situation on the table.

After a while the silence is broken by Lord Death resounding in a cheery, very genuine. "Okay, I believe you." The room fell dead, everyone was gabblerflasted at the verdict. "But explain to me one thing, why did you come to the D.W.M.A. when you knew it could have cost you your life?"

Joey casts his eyes to the floor thinking of what to say next. Time passes and Lord Death just sort of acknowledges that Joey has a reason for hesitating. Stories unfold and reasons are shared for various circumstances. At the end of things Lord Death carries out his verdict.

"I will allow you to take part in the classes here at the D.W.M.A. But know this, you will be under constant watch to make sure you do not do something you might regret. You will also attend classes proctored by the best our school has to offer. You will report to class Crescent Moon come Monday morning." Lord Death looks over to Tyler. "The same goes for you as well. I can't say that it will be easy being a witch's weapon, are you sure you're up for the job?"

Tyler's trademark devious grin plays across his face at the thought of how much damage could be done. "I came to this school looking for some fun, looks like I wont be disappointed."

After everything was said and done Lord Death gave Yumi and Spirit their orders and gave the two students their new sleeping arrangements. As everyone clears the room Lord Death turns to his mirror and begins to call someone. After a short while Maria Mjolnir pops up in the glass ready to recieve her orders as well.

"Greetings Lord Death, how are you doing today?"

"Good, good. I have new orders for you Marie, very hush hush." Lord Death begins his rant of everything that just transpired and the outcome of the event. "So basically I need you to keep an eye on that weapon. I don't really know what could happen with a witch being the chosen meister and judging on the results of their resonation test, they have already mastered the Titan's Hammer technique. Since you have the most experience with soul wavelengths I figured you and Stein would be perfect for the job. Be sure to pass him the information as well."

"Yes, sir." Marie fades from the mirror and Lord Death sits aloneon his room once again preparing the measures of which he may have to take.

Meanwhile Tyler and Joey are being lead by Yumi to a small apartment/dorm building used for student living. Lights play in a few of the windows giving the building a more homelike feel. Yumi opens the door and leads the two boys to the second floor.

"This will be your living domicile. Make yourselves as at home as you like." As Yumi tries to unlock the door a series of loud yells comes from the apartment across the hall. Before Yumi has a chance to open the door, a white and yellow blur comes shooting out the now off its hinges door. Coming to rest on the hallway floor is none other than Soul Evans, the weapon of the child prodigy Maka Albarn.

Soul starts to rouse from his unconscious stuper to see the two new students looming over him. "Hey wait! You're that wit-!"

A loud scream comes from the mayhem that is Soul's apartment. "SOUL YOU JERK!" Without warning a large frying pan erupts from the doorway narrowly missing Soul's head and embedding itself into the floor near his left ear. A second voice wafts from the interior of the apartment. "Aww, don't break him Maka! I was just having fun!" Maka appears in the hallway to stop short as she sees her new neighbors.

Yumi, sensing the tension, breaks the silence first. "Maka, these two will be living across from you from this point on. Lord Death has authorized this arrangement and they will be under close surveillance for as long as they are in Death City."

Sparks fly from Maka's eyes as they connect with Joey's who really couldn't care less. From out of nowhere an almost naked woman appears in the doorway behind Maka taking in both of the newcomers. Soul gains his composure and returns to his meister's side. Out of everyone Tyler seemed to be the only one who felt like this situation could be remedied somehow.

"Hey, look, how about I treat all of us to some dinner huh? nothing says welcome to the neighborhood like pizza and discount soda!"

Maka's gaze never faltered. "No thanks, I don't take candy from homicidal maniacs." With that said Maka retreats into her apartment leaving Soul, Joey, and Tyler out in the hallway.

Soul looks Tyler and Joey over with an appraising eye. "Don't worry about Maka, she just has alot of animosity to witches since one of our friends was taken from us. As far as I'm concerned, if Lord Death thinks you can be one of us then I think you might have what it takes." Soul reaches out and he and Tyler shake hands. "I got to go, Maka is going to be in a pretty bad mood tonight. Guess I'm going to have to take a rain check on that pizza." Waving a short good-bye, Soul retreats into his apartment.

"Well, guess thats as good of a welcome as we're going to get huh?" Tyler says exasperated.

"Guess so. Thanks Ms. Azusa for showing us the way, we should be fine from here." Joey says to Yumi who didn't seem to be phased by the whole event.

"Its fine. I've left contact information in the apartment and where you can get ahold of me whenever you need." Nodding a short good-bye to Tyler and Joey, Yumi takes her leave letting Tyler and Joey settle into their new home.

End Chapter 3

Okay, now that I have the whole "Holy crap hes a witch!" thing out of the way we can start getting into it. Chapter 4 is in the works!