The Birth of Weapons and Meisters

Chapter One: The Book.

A.N: DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. This idea I got from a dream so, I'm going to try and stay close to the original characters and storylines, but I might tweak them a little. (That and there isn't enough Maka/Kid out there)

"Lord Death had been around since the beginning of time; that much is for certain. However, the story about the birth of weapons and their meisters has always been a blur, with many different stories and legends branching out from each other, with many differences. This book holds only a select few of many different stories of these beginnings…"

A soft sigh; she let her hand glide over the pages and flip through some of the legends; curious to find the tales on how the witches came to be feared and the common enemies. Another hand stopped the pages abruptly. The index finger rested lightly under the words, as a soft feminine voice read them aloud.

"The one tale that has been the most occurring explains the beginning of weapons and meisters, speaks of two young warriors who stepped before Lord Death, demanding for him to listen to their voices. The thing most peculiar about this story is that one of the warriors was a young teenaged girl. At the time, girls being warriors had never been seen before."

An unimpressed sigh as the young girl leaned over the book with interest. Her fingertips brushed her shoulder gently, pushing one of her sandy blonde pigtails behind her, her hair landing lightly on her back. She began reading again.

"The warrior of the white stripes and the warrior of green orbs worked together to help warn the Lord Death about the sudden rise of girls born with magic and a very powerful witch that had begun to rally them and train them. Turning girls as young as 7 years of age into soldiers of a very powerful army."

The girl lightly rested her hand on the picture in the book next to the text. It had an ominous white skull drawn on it with a pitch black aura around the skull and two people standing in front of him, their arms reaching up to the skull almost as if pleading for him to listen.

"However, the Lord Death did not listen, saying he had far too much to deal with as the rise of evil souls increased immensely. The two warriors joined forces with a few allies to try and hunt down some of the older women with power, going through gruelling tests and missions to try and find proof and evidence of the existence of these 'witches'. When one of the warriors' companions had been stricken with a curse, they returned to show the Lord Death that the companion could now turn their limbs into…"

She held her breath. This tale had a lot more than just the first witches…it had the first weapons. She held the book up to her face, as if looking at the text closer would help her understand the words more. She skimmed through the next paragraphs until her eyes stopped on a certain paragraph.

"Many sources state that the young warriors of white and green had developed feelings for each other over their adventures and time together. When one of them fell injured by a witch on one of their 'missions', the other became so enraged and scared for their partner's life, that they were able to use part of their own soul to attack the witch in a blind fury."

Her green eyes read the words carefully, almost as if every word was being burned into her memory like a computer.

"After the young warrior defeated the witch with their soul, they fled to a nearby medic to seek help for the fallen warrior. It is during this time that the two warriors admitted their love for each other. A source, claiming to be one of their companions, said that they had agreed to not let their feelings get in the way of the great threat of the witches. They promised each other they would wait until after the danger was gone and they were returned home. I remember their eyes so filled with passion, green eyes gazing into honey-"

"OI MAKA!" A loud voice called from the other side of the door.

Maka jumped and tore her green eyes away from the pages and to her bedroom door. "Y-Yes Soul?" She squeaked, her throat still dry from the fact she had only gotten up an hour before.

The door opened and a white haired, sharp toothed boy peeked in "come on, we're going to be late for school" With that he left her room again.

Maka's jaw fell and she looked to her alarm clock that read 7:45 in bright red bold blocks. She had never been late to the academy once. After a few minutes of stumbling around her room getting dressed and pulling her boots on she stumbled out of her bedroom door "Come on Soul! We'll take you're motorcycle today!"

Soul grinned that crooked shark toothed grin and picked up his keys, following Maka as she started running out the door "Cool."

The entire ride there, Maka couldn't tear her thoughts away from the words in the book. The warriors of white strips and green orbs? For some reason she had a nagging feeling, pulling at her mind. It was like the nagging feeling was trying to reveal something too her, but she couldn't quite grasp it.

Eventually the journey to school ended, they looked up at the Death Weapon and Meister Academy (the DWMA for short). Maka sighed in relief at the realisation she wouldn't be late, until the warning bell rang, signalling that class was about to start. Maka and Soul shared a glance to each other, then after a moments pause, they ran as fast as they could up the many stairs leading to the academy, as the sun laughed at their panic.

Within minutes the pair ran into their classroom and sat down quickly, before Stein got there. Maka and Soul sat besides each other, panting lightly from how fast they had ran, Soul lightly murmuring the phrase "this is so not a cool morning". Maka closed her eyes and leaned to the side, thinking she was rested on Soul's shoulder for support while she caught her breath again. Until a calm, almost sultry voice spoke up.

"Maka?"

Maka blinked and looked up, her bright green eyes meeting a pair of golden yellow. She recognised those honey coloured eyes anywhere, she blushed and sat up right "K-Kid! I'm sorry!"

Kid just gave a soft smile "Don't worry about it Maka, you look a little out of breath"

Only a little?

Maka smiled softly and she paused for a second, admiring the three white stripes that went through his black hair, she'd tell him what she thought of them…but then Kid would then be reminded that he wasn't symmetrical and end up a blubbering mess on the floor.

Maka shook her head and smiled "I was running late…I took a book out of the library about the different theories behind the beginning of weapons and meisters…"

Kid blinked "so that's where it is…" he said absent-mindedly.

Maka looked up at him "Oh? You were looking for it?" She tilted her head slightly, a little confused. "Couldn't you just ask Lord Death about it?"

"I have tried to ask my father about the start, but he's very shifty about it. He won't tell me anything about it." Kid admitted sounding a little disappointed.

Maka pouted a little "that's a shame, it would have been great to find out what really happened." She smiled as an idea popped into her head. "Hey, how about if you-"

"YAHOOOO!"

Maka and Kid winced at the overly loud, booming voice coming from their blue-haired friend sat behind them. With a grin he said (more like shouted) "Maka you shouldn't be reading books about witches! You should be planning to write my biography! Surely everyone would want to read the story of a god!"

Soul had his pinky in his ear; turning it lightly and making a face "not cool Black Star…it's too early to be so loud."

Tsubaki looked to them, her onyx coloured eyes shimmering apologetically, tightening her long, black ponytail. She looked to Black Star, tugging on his shirt to get him to sit down "Black Star, why don't you start planning what you want Maka to put into your biography?"

Black Star stared at her then grinned "what a great idea Tsubaki! That way Maka knows how to capture the greatness that is me!" He then took out a notebook and pen and started scribbling aggressively into the paper.

Maka shook her head lightly. Kid looked to her "what were you saying Maka? Before we were so rudely interrupted…" He muttered lightly, only loud enough to catch Maka's attention.

She tore her eyes from Black Star's angry scribbling and looked to Kid's again, smiling softly "Oh, I was going to suggest that I bring the back to the library and we could go through it together? Since you wanted to read it too."

Kid's eyes glistened with interest. He smiled "I'd like that Maka. How about today after school? I mean, if it's alright with you" He said quickly, it must have been playing on his mind.

Always the gentleman, Maka thought to herself. She smiled and nodded "Sure, I'll be in the library at 4pm sharp!"

Before Kid could reply, Professor Stein slid in on his chair that had fallen over the doorframe once again and sent him spinning across the floor. Once he stopped spinning he tore a book about the anatomy of a frog from his jacket and began reading loudly. The class sighed heavily with annoyance. "Not again!"

After classes had finished for the day, Maka went home with Soul to retrieve the book she had been reading that morning. She dropped her bag heavily by the door and sat down on the sofa, sinking into the fabric comfortably. Soul followed her example. He looked to her curiously, almost accusingly.

"So what were you and Kid whispering to each other about all day?" Maka looked up to see Soul's red eyes staring at her, filled with questions. "Was it to do with the book you got out of the library the other day?"

She nodded and looked to the ceiling, letting out a light sigh "yeah actually…he wants to read the book too. So we're going to meet up at the library at 5 to look through it together."

Soul raised an eyebrow "you and Kid…alone…in a quiet library." He stated, though he made it sound like a question.

Maka looked to him, seeing his usual grin. She blushed "what's that supposed to mean?"

He held his hands up protectively "I'm not saying anything" he grinned again.

Maka pouted stubbornly and sent glares to the white haired boy in front of her "yeah…sure."

"I'm going to play basket ball with Black Star anyways, don't stay out too late…" Soul stood up from the sofa, grabbing his coat and slipping it on "oh and don't forget, the library is a quiet place, so no loud, obnoxious making out noises-"

"MAKA CHOP!"

Maka pulled a large dictionary from nowhere and slammed it down onto Soul's head fiercely, turning from him and marching too her room. Not out of anger, but to hide the blood that had rushed to her face.

Soul stood up, rubbing his now slightly bleeding head and left, still grinning about his remark. After all, he had caught a glimpse of Maka blushing as she marched to her room.

With a heavy sigh, Maka leaned back against her bedroom door and looked to the still open book on her desk, seeing that Blaire was reading it herself in her small cat form. She looked up to Maka and smiled happily "you're reading about the birth of magic?"

Maka eyed the cat, walking over "do you know something about it?"

Blaire closed her eyes and smiled, resting a paw against her chest proudly "of course! I've heard the tale being told to little witch girls! I can't quite remember how it all came about, but I do know there were two warriors involved! They were only 17 too, can you believe it?"

"The warrior of the white stripes and the warrior of green orbs?" Maka asked excitedly.

The cat nodded and looked to Maka "yep! All the tales I've heard from witches telling their children has always been about the two young warriors!" She tilted her head lightly "the tale is said that the two warriors were sent to the Lord Death from a foreign place and that they wore funny clothing."

Maka smiled softly "is there anything else you can tell me?" she asked as she sat on her chair, her hands rested on her knees as she leaned forward slightly, making sure she heard every word from the cat's mouth.

Blaire mewed happily "of course! Let's see-" before she could continue, the phone started ringing. Maka looked over to it "ah, hold on a second Blaire"

She stood up and walked over to the phone, pulling it away from its base "Hello, Maka Albarn speaking-"

"Hello Maka, sorry to call so quickly" the voice said in a hurry.

Maka tilted her head a little "Kid? Is everything alright?"

Kid's voice suddenly turned cheerful "Yes I'm fine! In fact, I stumbled on something in my father's room. I believe it might have something to do with the book. Could you bring it to my house instead of the library?"

"Oh sure! Do you want me to bring it over now?" Maka asked, her eyes glancing to the clock.

"If you please Maka, I'll be waiting for you at my door" after that, Kid hung up.

Looking at the phone in her hand, Maka had a feeling she shouldn't go to see what Kid uncovered, but she was too curious. She walked back into her bedroom and picked up the book, she looked to Blaire "be good, I won't be gone for too long okay?" Blaire mewed in reply as Maka pulled on her jacket and ran out the door, the book in her hands.