Hey guy's welcome to my next big master piece. Bet you missed my awesome talent. Haha just kidding but no seriously let me know what you think or if you have any questions. I'm not sure if this will go very far or if there is much interest so we will see. Don't own Soul Eater but rip of the franchise as much as I can. Revised.

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The strings glisten in the dull red light. I caress them softly and the reverberating pings echo in the air. Somehow I find it a soothing sound in an otherwise dull and listless place. My melody sings like the strings of a harp, rising and falling in a symphony greater than the world has ever heard; with high and low notes evening each other out in perfect symmetry. It builds and climbs as it pulls at your soul ready to devour you and all that you hold within you. I move faster and faster picking at the millions of strings before me as I reach my crescendo and… a sour note drags the magic to a stop.

I sigh, running my finger lightly over the accursed thread. It twitches under my touch, full of life, vibrant and electric. Just beginning its existence it believes it possesses all the time in the world before I come calling.

I won't follow the string anymore. My eyes are trained perfectly on base where my finger flicks it again, wishing it to be false. The note stabs through the air with a sound worse than that of shattering glass. There is no mistaking that it is indeed time. My rings react eagerly and two little blade slide from the skulls. The metal tightens along the string each blade a few inches apart. A swift flick of my wrist and the string is cut.

The fiber falls limply to the floor. Its descent is both graceful and tragic. Every time it rips at my soul in a futile attempt to pull me with it. But, as it glides down to the rock face I remain unphased. Another string replaces it and I must continue my masterpiece.

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Once again the streets are filled with laughter and joy as children rush along the pavement in waves. The sun is shining strong yet a cool breeze ruffles my hair and draws everyone and anyone outside to bask in the beautiful day. I can't help but to smile at how lovely this moment is, how beautiful a split second can be.

It's my usual walk home from school and I have been walking it since I was eight. They people here know me as if I were one of their own. Everyday Mrs. Milligan puts a cookie on the window sill for me at 3:05 and by 3:06 it's gone, not always to me. I wave to the baker across the street. His shop has fulfilled my taste for sweets for years; when I was younger my father thought I would marry his son Justin just so I could eat treats whenever I wanted.

The musician on the corner strums idly on his guitar. He isn't really playing anything but he still has a veritable crowd of beautiful young women surrounding him and a case overflowing with everything from dimes to twenty's.

"Hey sweetheart, how about I borrow that beautiful voice of yours? I always love to hear it." A few locks of white hair fall messily from his hat and his red eyes are trained on the ground, ready to look so alive the moment something beautiful to play comes to mind.

"Come on Soul, don't pretend. You know every time I sing the place clears out as people go running for the hills." He looks up with his usual bored expression but I can see past to the happiness in his eyes. This is all he has ever wanted to do and he made it happen. He plays to live and he does just fine with it. I knew he would ever since the first day I heard him.

"Maybe that's the point. These fan girls aren't going to leave me alone unless they think they're going to die." The girls look a little miffed but one cool look from Soul and they melt back into butter. He smiles up at me the razor sharp teeth catching the light and the women by surprise.

"No using me just because you're too lazy to make a run for it!" I punch him playfully on the arm and he rubs it. I'd honestly be surprised if his skin isn't permanently purple under there. It has been a ritual of ours for years, even in the summer.

I turn and the music strikes up again. There are no words but it's a song I know well. He wrote it one summer night while we were running from the cops for being out past curfew. The moon was reflecting on the river in an otherworldly manner. Sometimes when he plays I can't just see things I know aren't really but they are so beautiful that I couldn't care less.

Eventually the music fades and the daily sounds of Death City fill the streets. A few more blocks and my home is in sight. It isn't much but it's home. A small two bedroom one bath. It's pristine clean when I arrive but when I wake up is another story. Depending on what time my dad get's home I may have to clean everything. On really bad nights I have to clean everything and drag his ass to bed but I don't mind. He does what he can to take care of me. What more can I ask?

I am pulled from my thoughts by a sound, or really an absence of sound. In Death City, no matter what time, there is always sound. A car engine, a siren, the sound of drunk teenagers at 4 AM. It's never silent.

I round the last corner onto my street and I see the cause. A car had crash onto the sidewalk and a crowd of people are gathered around. They must have seriously mutilated a bike rack but there's no ambulance so everyone must have been either taken to the hospital already or are okay. No need to get involved, you'll just get in the way.

"It's time to go." A man in a suit is standing just a little ways off from me. He is kneeling and talking to a little boy. His face is kind and somehow very generic. It's almost a face you could meet and share years with but never be able to recall specifics.

"B-b-but I don't wanna go… I'm scared." The boy's eyes begin to tear up as he looks around the street. His eyes land on me and I smile softly. Surprisingly he runs over to me, throwing his arms around my legs. "It's scary I don't wanna. Please don't make me."

"Now, now. Don't be silly. You should never be scared. When you get scared you miss out on things because you were afraid to do them." The man sighs and walks over calmly and touches the boy on the shoulder. He sniffles and looks up.

"No! I'm not going without her!" The man calmly shakes his head and smiles. He looks at me and shrugs.

"Want to help me with this one? He seems attached." I nod not unused to returning kids to their homes. In neighborhoods like mine you get caught sneaking out of the house before you even plan it with your friends.

"Sure, what's your name buddy?" The boy's mouth moves but know sound comes out. "I'm sorry I didn't hear you could you say that again?"

"I said my name is." Again his mouth moves but I can't hear anything. I swear I'm going deaf. Too much loud music. I'd ask again but the boy has already started ahead bouncing from one cobble stone to the other avoiding the cracks.

"Thanks again, they can be a little skittish sometimes can't they?" The man falls into step beside me and I nod thoughtfully.

"Yeah that's kids for you. Scared one second and then they forget what they were crying about. I'm Maka by the way." I hold out my hand as we turn the corner onto the main street.

"Orias. Maka, what a strange name. I have never heard it before. What region did you grow up in?" I am slightly confused by his strange dialect but decide it would be rude to ask about it.

"It means 'Man of Red Earth'. I have no clue where I got it though. Creative parents I guess." He looked at me strangely and I notice us coming up on the edges of Death City a few more blocks and we reach the desert*.

"Your parents named you? How strange?" I try not to be too judgmental about it but I can't help myself.

"You aren't from around here, are you?" It's a question that is pretty safe. If he wants to answer it he can, if he doesn't he can say no and leave it like that. We are coming up on the last building and I slow my pace in case he's lost in conversation.

"No I had been stationed up father north but they requested me down here. I think they're shorthanded." Oh, the military that makes sense. I knew we had a base around here but honestly I have never been to it. We went on a field trip once but Justin and I snuck off to eat cake and missed the bus.

We make small talk as we wander further into the desert. Slowly the sidewalk fades to nothing but sand and I start to get worried. It suddenly occurs that I have no clue who this man is and I let him lead me away into the desert.

"You know I think I better go back before I'm missed." I turn excepting for him to grab my arm and drag me away to god knows where but he just shrugs.

"Yeah, thanks for coming this far. It was helpful to get to know someone. I'll see you around?" He said it in such a collected way I could almost see us back in my neighborhood passing each other on the sidewalk. It's like he expected me to take long walks in the desert.

I turn to head back to the city. We can't have walked more than ten minutes out so it shouldn't be that hard to get back. But, when I stare at the direction we came from all there is, is sand dunes reshaping themselves with the ever changing winds.

"No! She's coming with or I won't come!" The boy had fallen back and managed to listen to most of our conversation. He is now once again glued to my side looking at me pleadingly. "Don't leave me with this man, he's a poop butt!"

"Oh a poop butt am I? Well you can just stand here all alone until a Kishin gets you can't you?" The boy holds tighter onto me and begins to cry.

"Orias, don't tell him that!" The boy is shaking against me and hugging me tightly. "No, no, it's okay. We're not going to leave you and a Kishin is certainly never going to eat you. They are just fairy tales that's all."

"So then are you finishing the walk with us?" I sigh wondering how my perfect day had gotten so confusing. Not bad just confusing.

"I supposed so. I really like my leg and would like to continue to use it in my old age." The boy jumps up and smiles at me before tearing ahead so he could try to build a sand castle, despite what we told him.

I look back one more time hoping to catch a glimpse of the city, we really shouldn't' be that far away after only ten minutes. Really, I have lived there my whole life and went to the desert plenty of times. It's so flat that it takes at least a half-hour to get out of view of the city unless you go over a dune and we haven't. Something's up, I can feel it.

"You know we passed through the gate a while ago. It's definitely safe to drop your henge." My eyes are still trained behind us when he speaks.

"Huh?" I before I turn around I hear the kid laugh and then look myself. Why he was laughing I'm not sure. Before us now stands a gnarled beast with terrible tusk and curled horns. His body is an evil concoction of horse and lion and human. His skin is stretched disgustingly over his arms and legs and budging with veins. "Wh-what are you?"

"Hey are you okay? DO you need some water or something?" My knees gave out and the warm sand catch me as I fall, wrapping me in a blanket of warmth. "Hello? What's wrong?"

He loomed over me and I felt the edges of my vision start to fade. The last voice I heard was the little boys.

"Why are you scared? You shouldn't be scared you miss out on all the fun things in life!" Okay, now my day is bad.

Hey how was the first chapter? I like the beginning myself. Well review and let me know if I should keep up more often. No set deadline yet but I'll set one soon based on popularity.

*City is a regular city but is still set up like the Death City in the anime/manga minus the giant lord death soul protecting it.