I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER

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warnings- slight suggestiveness, foreboding and swearing, rated M for future chapters. (Yes there will be smut soon probably maybe you will have to find out muhaha)


The clock strikes one am, and its no shock that yet again I can't damn sleep, typical. The weight of exhaustion making gravity feel twice as strong, my eyelids and aching limbs cry out to give in, to allow sweet surrender and rest for the first time in... how many days has it been? I've lost track.

Though the usual forbidden images and softly spoken words that flash through my memory are not the cause for my restlessness tonight, but my partner Souls pretty odd behaviour on the way home today. It's been bugging me ever since my papa 'interrupted' us. I cant keep from replaying that scene over and over; I'm stood pressed against him, I feel the warmth of his breath ghost across my face, he is so close, and it sends electric shivers down my spine. It felt like perfection, it felt right.

But those scarlet eyes look troubled when they stare into mine, the smile that graces his lips is one of uncertainty, "Im not okay, I haven't been for a while." His voice echoes through the planes of my mind. "oh soul, I wish I could change it all back..." I whisper into the dark silence of my room, and with a heavy sigh let my head flop down onto the desk I'm sat at with a thud. The noisy babble of thoughts melds together until all is blackness.

The sky here is purple, the clouds here are green, and the long grass shines a deep orange in the setting sun. A sweet summertime breeze whispers through the crimson leaves of triangular trees, blowing my hair softly in front of my eyes. I know this place well.

The orange grass of the glade parts like the Red Sea before me, as I walk forward. I have never before made it completely to the other side of this field, but can always catch a glimpse of what awaits me, who awaits me. Sweet bird song flows in the air itself lazily numbing my senses further in this surreal scene. As I walk I trail my fingers through the cool grass stems, it occurs to me I need to find soul, an instinctual feeling tells me that I must, in order to leave this bohemian world of limbo. One step at a time I wander until I come across a peculiar concrete and metal structure, long stitches of tin and steel scale the dim grey walls; the building itself casting a long dark shadow as it looms over me, at the centre of this sea of orange. Professor steins house? Maybe he can help me find soul...

The porch is strewn with empty bottles, some shattered, all in various bright and vibrant colours, forming a stained glass colideiscope, filtering through the air and decorating the dull concrete as sunlight shines through. I feel as though this is significant, like I have forgotten something I desperately need to remember, I dismiss the feeling and carefully step over the mess to knock the oddly stitch marked and imposing metal door.

"Professor stein?" I call out. For many minutes silence is all that will answer me, before a sudden booming creek erupts from the great doors hinges. I jump back yelping like Blair does when you accidentally step on her tail (or not so accidentally), and look up to see in the doorway, peering out into the sunlight stands a figure with shaggy grey hair and piercing green eyes, that glint through large thick rimmed circular glasses. DWMAs own Professor stein.

"prof-" I begin to say before I'm abruptly cut off, "shhhhhhhh..." He hisses soothingly, a slight nervous laughter dances in his eyes as, stepping back from the doorway, his frame is swallowed by the darkness of the houses interior. "I need you to help me find soul, I lost him... Somewhere... At some point, actually I can't remember, all I know is I need to find him." I explain. The professor is acting strange, although everything in this world of mine is, so I ignore it. I just need to find soul. From out of the gloom I hear him whisper softly, his voice tremors with a note of instability, I ignore it. "Of course... find soul... Soul. yes. come with me... I can help you find what it is you seek." With bated breath and the crunch of glass shards beneath my boots I step into the darkness, the door slamming shut with the groan of unoiled hinges.


DUN. DUN. DUNNN!

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