Soul Eater: The Blazing Swordsman?
Hi guys. This is my first ever fan-fic, so please, don't yell at me. If I do make some screw-ups, I'd ask for your reviews to tell me so that I can fix them. I want to become a great author, so I need the help of my fellow otaku to do so. Alright, here comes my first story, be prepared.
By the way, I do not, I repeat, Do NOT own Soul Eater. But, boy...if I did. All rights belong to Atsushi Okubo and Studio Bones. I only own my OCs.
Chapter 1: The Arrival! A Combination of Wind and Fire?
The clouds around Death City, Nevada, where hanging ominously in the air. The laughing sun seemed genuinely depressed. This was probably because the Kishin had just been resurrected not even a single week ago. This drew both the Death Scythes and others to the city, in attempt to defeat this madness.
Among the sands, two figures approached Death City. Both were dressed in long white hooded robes, to protect themselves from the brutal sun. One was slightly taller than the other, and walking with his hands behind his head. The other, shorter one, walked with his hands in concealed pockets.
"This must be the place," said the taller one.
"No duh," replied the other. "I figured we just so happened to encounter another city out in the desert."
The taller one rolled his eyes. "Come on, if we don't hurry, we'll be late." Suddenly he began to run, kicking up dust and sand as he went. The other boy scowled good-naturedly. Then he took up speed as well. The two raced towards Death City, running through the crowds (and knocking over a few people in the process) until they reached the imposing stairs that led up to the Death Weapons Meister Academy, or DWMA for short.
The taller one smirked. "Race you to the top."
"I thought we were already racing," replied the other. Then, without warning, he took off, up the stairs. The taller boy laughed, and the race continued anew. Up the stairs they went, with no shortage of breath or energy, howling at the top of their lungs just how awesome they were.
Eventually, about five minutes later, they arrived at the top, standing in the DWMA's courtyard. They hunched over for a brief moment, breathing slightly heavier. Then they stood up. The taller boy took a long, drawn-out sniff of air. "Ah, desert air," he exclaimed. "Is there nothing more tasteful, Nahzo?" he turned to the shorter boy.
"Well, cookies and cake sound tastier than sand filled air, Jax," replied the other boy, Nahzo. He looked around. "Wasn't someone out here supposed to greet us?"
Jax noticed that too. The courtyard was empty. When they sent in their resume for joining the Academy (instead of just showing up like normal people), they received a letter from Lord Death himself that a superb meister would greet them. "Maybe we're early?" said Jax.
However, in just that moment, a young girl came running out of the school. Her hair was sandy blonde, done up in two pigtails, and she had enormous green eyes. Following her was a boy, with white hair and red eyes.
"Maka, why do we have to be in such a hurry?" He said with a bored tone.
"Because, Soul," replied the girl. "If we didn't, we'd have to take remedial lessons….again." She put such heavy emphasis on the last word that Soul immediately shut up. Then, she noticed Jax and Nahzo. "That must be them."
She stepped up to the two white-robed boys, and then extended a hand. "Maka Albarn, I'm a one-star Scythe Meister. Lord Death told me to be the ones to greet you. I know you're going to have a splendid time. I could take you around the school if you like."
Jax shook his head. "We know enough about the school, Lord Death sent us a map and whatnot. Actually, we just want to know what kind of class we'll be in."
Maka smiled. "Well, we do have a sort of 'entrance exam' for those that want to be in the EAT class." She giggled. "I'll be right back." Then she ran off, dragging Soul along with her.
Jax and Nahzo stood in eerie silence. However, that did not last long, as a loud voice echoed from the right red spike of the DWMA. "LOOK UP PUNY MORTALS, AND BOW BEFORE THE MIGHTY BLACK*STAR!"
The two boys looked up, and noticed a blue-haired boy, dressed in the garbs of a ninja. He was holding what appeared to be a kusarigama. Suddenly, he leapt off the spike, landing dead before the duo. He smirked with arrogant authority. "My name is Black*Star!" he announced. "Are you new students?"
Nahzo nodded. "Yeah, so what of it?"
Black*Star shrugged. "Well, then I have to explain the number one rule: Don't ever mess with me. Ya' got that?
Nahzo snarled. "I'm not sure if we should take that as a warning, or kick your ass for just talking to us."
Jax put out his hand to stop his friend. "We have no reason to fight him. Let's keep our wits." Black*Star made a superior smirk, that was quickly dropped when Jax said "It's not like he could handle us anyway."
Black*Star was just about to launch himself in a fit of rage, when a massive blue textbook flew out of nowhere and slammed him in the head. He collapsed over in a pile of dust.
The book came from Maka, who was now walking calmly. Soul followed, as usual. But they were also being followed by another. He was tall, and pale of skin, with stiches adorning everything, even his face. He had grey hair and glasses, and above all, he had a screw through his head.
"This is Professor Stein," Maka said. "He'll be watching the 'entrance exam'."
"I knew it!" said Nahzo. "Didn't I tell you we'd have to fight?" Jax rolled his eyes in reply.
Black*Star stood up. "I don't think so! This guy is mine. Just let me strangle him, come on Stein!" Instead, he received another Maka chop, followed by getting thrown at the wall by Stein.
"Stay," said the professor. He looked at the two boys. "Basically, I want to see how you hold your own against one of the academy's best students. According to your resume, you guys consider yourselves powerful. Let's see if that claim has any merit." With that, he backed away, standing beneath the shade of the Academy.
"Soul," Maka said, stretching out her hand.
"Right," was Soul's only reply. He was enveloped with a bright blue light, which morphed form and became a long grey shafted scythe with a zigzagged black and red blade. Maka twirled her weapon around, just to intimidate her opponents.
Jax and Nahzo weren't scared. The two smiled, then shucked off their robes, revealing their forms beneath. Jax was of average build, with shaggy blonde hair reminiscent of that of an old, giant sword wielding hero. He had acidic green eyes that shimmered in the sunlight. His outfit consisted of a forest green hoodie opened to reveal a red shirt with a spiral design. He also wore black paints with a flame pattern on the bottoms. His shoes were sneakers, also featuring a flame pattern.
Nahzo was slightly shorter than Jax, with mixed skin (although he appeared more white than black) and a spiky black-brown afro that featured two long bangs framing his face. On his face were gold-rimmed sunglasses, concealing his eyes. His ensemble was a black jacket over a black shirt sporting a massive white X on it. He wore a golden belt and a pair of dark blue jeans. He too wore sneakers, although his were simply black and white, featuring no special design.
Maka was not distracted by their rather handsome looks. Instead, she peered at their souls. She was amazed. Their "average souls" were roughly the size of Black*Star's, perhaps bigger. Jax's was larger than Nahzo's. Jax's soul featured his hair design, surrounded by fire and what appeared to be small wings jutting out the back. Nahzo's simply had crosses decorating everything about it, and one large cross coming out the top, reminiscent that of the legend of the Sword in the Stone.
"Let's do this, Jax!" shouted Nahzo. The boy was quickly enveloped with a dull gold light, morphing his shape into a weapon. When the light dispersed, Jax was holding onto a silver broadsword with a dull-gold hilt. He spun the weapon around in his hand, testing its weight. Then he slashed downwards, and glared at Maka with a smile of absolute excitement.
"Well," he said, "prepare yourself…"
And that's it for Chapter 1. Please tell me what you think. Remember, this is my first Fan-fic, so I accept all comments. Just don't try to break me down to a crying mass of fear (I'm not Asura).