A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

Oops, wrong story.

Well, it does have something to do with the story. Back when I first got into anime, Soul Eater was one of the first I watched. That was two years ago. Since then, I've gotten back into it this year. As a result, I have fanfic ideas!

This one is a story about Soul, Maka, and a new OC, Kristen. Don't worry, guys. She's not a romantic rival for Maka. I'm a hardcore SoMa shipper; I'd never do that to my OTP unless it's Soul getting jealous over Maka.

Anyway, onto the story…

Kristen double-checked the address on the envelope.

37 Death Vine Road, Apartment 506, she thought as the cab sped along.

"37 Death Vine Road, please," she told the driver.

"All right, lady. You got it," the driver replied. She slumped against the seat, taking in her surroundings as Death City flashed by in the windows.

As the vehicle came to a stop, Kristen thanked the driver and paid him before getting her suitcase out of the trunk. She headed up the stairs until she came to the right apartment, where she tried the knob only to find the door was locked.

No problem, she thought, checking under the "Welcome" mat and finding the spare key. She unlocked the door and replaced the key before going inside.

As to be expected at one in the afternoon on a Friday, the apartment was empty. Kristen sighed.

"Well, this is the place," she said to herself, sitting on the couch. She was exhausted from her flight and laid down, where she quickly fell asleep.

"Wake up!"

Kristen screamed and shot up on the couch. A woman in revealing clothing with cat's ears, a tail, and a witch's hat was standing there. She had her arms crossed in annoyance.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" the woman asked. Kristen held a hand to her heart, trying to stop it from going a thousand miles an hour, before sighing in relief and turning to the woman.

"I'm Kristen. I'm here to see Soul. Who are you?"

"I'm Blair. I live here. Why do you want to see Scythey Boy?"

"It's personal."

"Well, based on your suitcase, you'll be here for a while. Here." Blair helped Kristen to her feet. "Why don't we get you set up in the Meister-kitten's room? It's bound to be more comfortable than that stupid couch."

"Thank you! I had a long flight from New York City, so I do need to rest."

"Ooh! New York City? Do tell!" Kristen laughed as Blair took her to one of the other rooms. It had a pink-and-purple color scheme and obviously belonged to a girl. "Pum-pum-pum-pumpkin!" Blair waved a hand over an empty spot in a corner of the room and a bed appeared. "There! That should be comfortable enough to sleep on! Enjoy!"

"Thank you, Blair. You're nice for a witch."

"Oh, I'm not a witch! I'm just a cat with a ridiculous amount of magic power. Anyway, I'm going to work. Soul and Maka should be home soon. Bye, Kitten!"

Kristen tucked her purse and suitcase under the bed and sat down on it. Thirty minutes passed, and then an hour.

Come on, Soul, she groaned in her head. Her body decided it wanted to sleep, so she laid back down and closed her eyes.

Maka grumbled to herself as she walked up the stairs to the apartment. She was alone, since Soul had decided to go play basketball with Black*Star.

Stupid Soul, she thought. Leaving me all by myself... At least I have a new book to read.

Inside, she set down her bag and went to her room to change out of her uniform. She'd just gotten a T-shirt on over a pair of old jeans when she realized someone else was in the room. Maka turned around to see a bed that definitely hadn't been there that morning in the corner. And someone was in it. She screamed and clamped a hand over her mouth, but it was too late.

"Hmmm… who's there?" the person, a little girl with white hair like Soul's, mumbled. She rubbed her blood-red eyes and stared at Maka in disbelief. "Who are you?"

"I should be asking you that question!" Maka snapped. "Who are you and why are you in my apartment?!"

"Um…" The girl got off the bed and stood up. She looked about eight or nine, but had an air about her that said she was older. "I'm Kristen. Who are you? I thought this was Soul's apartment."

"It is, but it's mine, too."

"Oh. Are you his girlfriend?" Maka blushed a deep red that would've looked more attractive on a tomato.

"N-no! I'm his Meister and his roommate!"

"Oh." Kristen smiled. "That makes more sense."

"Why are you here?"

"I'm here looking for Soul."

"Any reason why?"

"Yeah, but I don't know you, so I don't think I can tell you…"

Maka looked Kristen up and down. Long white hair, red eyes, shark-like teeth, and a small frame. The pieces suddenly fit together.

"You're Soul's sister or something, right?"

"Little sister," Kristen affirmed, nodding. "I got off the plane from New York this morning."

"All by yourself?"

"Yeah."

"You must be exhausted, but I'd love to talk some more, if you don't mind."

"Do you have any food? I haven't eaten since I left New York last night…"

"Sure. We should have plenty, but knowing Soul, I'll probably have to go shopping again."

Kristen settled herself in the living room while Maka got her a snack. It was Soul's night to cook, meaning they were either going to have something ridiculously simple or takeout. At the very least, she'd get to talk to a member of Soul's family without him nearby.

"So, Kristen, what's it like in New York?"

"Oh, it's a great town, despite the amount of low-level Kishin around. I'm always seeing DWMA students fighting on the streets." Kristen sipped the soda Maka had brought out. "It's an interesting town, to be sure, but not as much as Death City!" She propped her chin up in her hand. "What's it like to live here?"

"I love it, actually. There are so many stores and restaurants and things to do. Of course, I don't do most of it, seeing as Soul and I have school and training so much of the time."

"He's a scythe, right?"

"A Death Scythe now, to be exact. I thought you knew that."

"I was just making sure. I only got one letter from him and then nothing after that. No emails, no texts, no phone calls, nothing."

"I'm so sorry."

"I figured he just wanted to cut ties with everyone in our family." She bowed her head. "Including me."

"Oh, Kristen, I'm sure he didn't mean it. We've been really busy."

I'm going to Maka-chop the shit out of him when he gets home!

"Anyway, as a Death Scythe, he'd be able to teach others, right?"

"Yeah. My dad does, and Miss Marie does. Why?"

"Um… well… we found out last week that… he's not the only Weapon in our family…"

"You?!"

"Yeah. I can't transform yet, at least not on purpose."

"That's normal, but that's awesome, Kristen! Are you enrolled at the DWMA yet?"

"No. I wanted to see Soul first."

"That makes sense."

"You're really nice, Maka."

"Thank you." Maka smiled. "So… what was Soul like when he was little?"

"Oh, I can tell you so many stories! Like this one time, some kids at school were giving me a hard time because of my white hair and shark teeth and he came over and told them to knock it off. Then when they didn't, he beat the crap out of them. He got suspended for a week."

"Yep. That's Soul, all right."

They could hear the sound of a key in the lock and the door opening.

"Hey, Maka!" Soul called. "I didn't feel like cooking so I was thinking we'd get take—"

He broke off as soon as he saw Kristen, his eyes wide with shock and confusion.

"Kristen?!" he gasped.

"SOUL!"

The girl tackled her big brother in a hug. All he could do was be shocked.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" he finally choked out. Maka rolled her eyes.

"Kristen, let your brother breathe."

"Oh, sorry, Soul!" Kristen bounced up and Soul got to his feet.

"Did you know she was coming?" he asked Maka.

"Soul, I didn't even know she existed until I found her in my room."

Once Soul got the rundown of why his twelve-year-old little sister had made her way across the country by herself, he was more than a little calmed down. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Well, guess we'd better order dinner. Kris, you still only eat sweet-and-sour chicken, right?"

"Ah doy!"

"Cool. You might want to call Mom and Dad to let them know you got here safely."

"Okay." She dug into her pocket and pulled out her phone, heading into Maka's room to make the call. Once she was gone, Maka grabbed an encyclopedia off the shelf and hit Soul with a Maka-chop.

"OW! WHAT THE FUCK, MAKA?!"

"How could you ignore your sister for four years?!" she hissed. "She says all she got from you was one letter after you moved in here and nothing after that! What the hell, Soul?!"

"Oh… damn." He slapped his forehead. "Okay, yeah, I deserved that Maka-chop. I didn't mean to do it, okay? We just started getting busy collecting souls and then there was the whole thing with Medusa and Asura… I just didn't really have time."

"I'm still mad at you for it, since she seems to have completely and totally forgiven you."

"Hey, Kris has a heart of gold. She can't be mad at anybody for long."

The food arrived and Kristen picked a movie for the three of them to watch: Kubo and the Two Strings. It was a good movie, and they all headed to bed afterwards.

"Hey, Maka?" Kristen asked, propping her chin up in her hands. She was lying on the bed Blair had made that afternoon.

"Yeah?" Maka replied.

"Do you… like… Soul?"

"He's my best friend and my partner."

"No, I mean like." Maka looked up at the wall for a second, then appeared to be concentrating.

"Okay, he's not listening and the soul connection is dampened. Why do you want to know?"

"Because… I think he really likes you, and I want you two to work out so you can be my sister." Maka blushed, then grabbed Kristen and brought her over to her bed.

"Kristen, what I'm about to tell you is top secret. You take it to the grave, okay?"

"Got it. My lips are sealed."

"I… I do have a crush on Soul. Just a tiny one. You can't tell him because it'll just make everything awkward between us."

"But he likes you!"

"No, he doesn't. He just sees me as… as… well, a sister, I guess. It's hopeless."

"Nothing is hopeless, Maka!"

"Good night, Kristen."

"Good night, Maka."

And with that, they turned out the light.

I started writing this a week ago, and this is the fifth time I've rewritten it. It fucking sucks, but I needed an establishment chapter.

Next time, Kristen meets the rest of Soul's friends. Also, I would like to point out that we know very little about Soul's family, so who knows? He could have a little sister.

So long and thanks for all the fish!