SURPRISE! Hi everyone! I hope your ready! Here is a new story! In a few weeks, another one could be posted. You people think I'm crazy, well that's what I am! It's summer and I want to make it up since school was holding me back. Anyway, please support this new story series. It's four parts so be prepared!

I do not own Soul Eater

Chapter 1 ~ Our Trap

Death City had two types of people. The Meister and the Weapons. Lord Death was in charge of them all, until Asura showed up. He fought Lord Death on who would rule the city, who would take charge of the world. Asura won that battle. Asura became in charge and the whole world changed. The world became filled with crazy, insane, people. The world is filled with madness. No one dared to disagree and order, or even fight back. If they did, it would cost them their soul. Nothing was the same as it used to be.

Asura wouldn't let anyone wouldn't let any weapon or meister talk, or even be close by each other. He made the meister wear red bands on their arms while he made the weapons wear gray. He feared he would be taken down if meister and weapons team up. It got to the point where the weapons and meisters were separated. It even got to the point where weapons and meisters were thought they were better than one another. They would fight and go insane, but Asura didn't care. The only time he would was when he would see them working together. He would have his guards, or Kishins, step in.

To make sure no resistances were made between weapons and meister, he separated them. He put the weapons on one side of the city and the meisters on the other side. He made absolute sure that no weapons or meisters crossed onto the wrong side. Families were separated from each other along with close friends, especially two five-year-old kids. She was a meister and he was a weapon. They both lost each other through this.

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Two kids, around age of five, were sitting on a hill in a deserted park. One of them, a girl with ash blonde hair tied in two pigtails with green eyes, sitting under a tree reading a book. The other, a boy with snow white hair and red, was standing next to leaning against a tree. Even though they were little, they both hated the whole weapons are one type of people while meisters are another type of people. They wanted their city back to normal, the way things used to be. They may be young, but they want it to go back. Where everyone lived together as one, they wanted that back.

"Man, I hate this!" the boy yelled. "Why did this have to happen? We should do something about this?"

"We can't do anything Soul!" the girl said closing her book. "We're just kids; no one will listen to us."

"Then we will make them Maka." Soul said grabbing her hand. "I'm sick of wearing this. I feel like I'm some sort of item." He said while taking of the gray band of his arm.

"I do too! It's just… I'm scared that something will happen to us if we do something like that. You heard what happen to those people who fought back." She said squeezing her hand.

"Then we'll run away." He said.

"What! Now?"

"No, not now, in the future. I'll plan it out and we can leave this place, together."

"What if we get caught? You know what happens to runaways. I'm scared we'll get hurt." She said. A few tears fell from her face but Soul wiped them away.

"You won't because I'll protect you." He said and he turned his arm into a blade. "I'm a weapon, you're a meister. A weapon has to protect its meister."

"That was before Soul." She said grabbing his other hand. His blade turned back into an arm. "It's different now. Meisters and weapons can't team up anymore."

"I don't care. I want you to be my meister and then we can become partners. We'll runaway and I'll protect you, okay?" he asked looking into her eyes. She smiled and nodded. But it faded away soon after.

"What about the separation? All the weapons are leaving today. You, my father, everyone are leaving to go across the city. You won't be here anymore." She said. Soul brought her into a hug.

"I'll find a way," he whispered to her. "I'll try to find a way to see you." He let go of her, but enough to look at her in the eye. "I promise."

She smiled and nodded. She knew he would come back. They have been friends for at least six months, but it felt like they have known each other forever. It all started when Maka was being picked on by a few other weapons because she was a meister. Before they could hurt even more, Soul stepped in and beat them all up. Maka asked why a weapon like him would help her. He smiled and told her that cool guys don't beat up girls, even if they are meisters. From then on, Soul and Maka became best friends. They had to keep this friendship a secret from their other friends and their family.

The separation bothered them, especially Soul. Maka had accepted him as a friend, no one did that. He was known as a demon for his white hair, red eyes, and sharp teeth. Maka looked past that and saw him as her best friend. She was everything to him, and he wanted to protect her always. They always found ways to see each other. Even if it was for a minute, those minutes of seeing each other made it worth it. But with the separation, he would never see her again.

"I hope you won't be in trouble," he said as they walked back to her house. "You were gone for too long."

"I don't care. I got to see you. That makes me really happy." She said and smiled. He smiled again and nodded.

When they got to her house, they saw Maka's father storm out with her mother right behind him. "I hope I never see you again you ass!" she yelled. Her father looked back. "Same to you bitch!"

Maka grabbed Soul's hand and he held onto her. Her parents were fighting once again. Now her father was leaving. Maka's mother saw Soul and Maka together and walked over to them.

"Where is your band?" Are you a weapon or meister?" she asked. He didn't answer; afraid they would take her away from him if he said. "Well?" she asked. He held his grip on Maka's hand.

"I'm a weapon." He said. Her mother became mad.

"You're a weapon!" she said in a stern voice. Her gaze went to Maka. "You have been hanging around a weapon!" she said more as a statement than a question. The only thing Maka could do was nod. Her mother separated them. "You are not allowed to hang around weapons Maka. Come inside." She took Maka's hand.

"Wait, mommy what are you…" Maka was cut off.

"You can't hang out with weapons! Let's Go!" she replied. Maka got out of his her mother grip.

"Let me say good bye to him!" Maka yelled. Her mother was shocked but looked away. Maka ran to Soul. Soul hugged her and she hugged him. Maka started to cry.

"I'll miss you!" she said. Soul held her tighter. "I'll never see you again!"

"Not true," he whispered so her mother wouldn't hear. "I promise to come back for you. Cool guys keep their promises." She nodded. "We'll runaway together. So strong and I'll be back for you." Maka nodded and let go.

Maka's mother took Maka and some Kishins came over to take Soul back home. Soul looked back to Maka. She was trying no t to cry, so she smiled at him. Soul would remember that smile, till he found a way to see her again.

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A total of nine years passed and things just got worse. The world became more insane, crazier, and madder. Asura had changed the rules so much that meisters and weapons couldn't trust their own kind. The world was falling apart, metaphorically and literally. It was hard to get out without being attacked. No one felt safe anymore.

Nothing was the same anymore. Family and friends would turn on each other for money, food, even safety. Asura controlled everything. His goal was to fill this world with his insane power. It was terrible to watch your love ones fight each other. Many people lost their lives, no their souls to Asura and Kishins. Both meister and weapons feared him more than ever. The whole world and way of life they knew was gone.

Maka became strong because she knew Soul would want her to be. She carried a gun with her because Soul wanted her to be safe. They were able to talk to each other by the secret resistant meisters and weapons passing them their letters. Even though this was all they could do, they both happy. Soul has been planning for his run away with her. They knew it would be tough since they were five. Now they're fourteen. They're stronger, smarter, and know how to fight. They were going to leave, but they had to find away to see each other face to face.

They didn't want to stay there. They wanted their lives to back to the way it was. They were going to break out of this trap.

So what do you think, the start of a great series. I hope...

Please tell me if I should countinue! R&R!