Beside You || Mifune x Reader

Chapter 0 REWRITTEN

Howdy y'all! I started rewatching Soul Eater (a few months ago lol) and was inspired to revisit this little project I made. So here is the first new chapter of what I hope will be an improved and longer story. Hope y'all enjoy!

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The life of a witch is not an easy one. Mine has been no exception. We have been forced into hiding by the meisters and the weapons they yield. Our power is great, and it threatens their way of life. Therefore, we are hunted. We cultivate our powers for many reasons. One, because we are witches. That is who we are. Our magic is our identity. And we are proud of it. Two, because it will protect us. The power our magic holds is capable of many great things. That will help us protect our way of life.

My family was passive. They were scared of the world. Humans, kishins, weapons, meisters, all of them. Any one of them could hurt us. Kill us. Or suffer a fate worse than death. Because of that, they only worked for other witches. Among our own kind, surely we would be safe.

My mother was a teacher who taught me along with a few other witches. It was a small class. Yet every day our house turned into classroom. We learned everything we needed to. She was a very smart woman. Kind and caring. Always patient dealing with young restless witches. I looked up to her and wanted to be the kind of woman she was one day. Maybe I would start my own school for witches. One where everyone would be safe.

While my mom helped, she offered her services at a low cost. It was my father who had to support us. I never did learn what kind of work he did. Not that it mattered. When I was young all that I cared about was my dad always being home on time. The late nights he worked were followed by some quality time together. He faced the world each day and made sure to have enough time with his family. With me. I admired him too. He inspired strength in me. And I wanted to follow his example of always having time for the things that really mattered in life. I watched how he loved life and my mom and me. It made me yearn to find stronger love.

I miss them terribly. When I was only 16 they were taken from me. Their family had been killed by kishins. It was the most important lesson they taught me. Kishins always meant certain death. And it was humans that hunted not only kishins, but witches as well. It did not take long for me to learn that if kishins are one of the most dangerous things, then humans are even more sinister. They even created a whole school to rid the world of kishins and us witches. Yet it was a kishin, and not a human, that killed my parents.

They had been so scared that they would lose their only child. In their frightened minds, after both losing all of their families, they wanted to protect the only family they had left the only way that made sense to them. I was isolated from everyone except witches. My soul protect was to remain on at all times. That is what would camouflage me. Whenever the odd human came around, for whatever reason, I was rushed away in fear that they would do something. They never did, but how was anyone to know if they would? While it may not have been the best way to protect me, they did all that they would. I know how horrible it is to lose everyone I loved to a kishin. They must have been terrified. But I only wish they had protected themselves as well as they had protected me.

It broke into our house late one night. Ransacked everything we had. Our home was destroyed, but that did not matter. The souls inside of it were completely annihilated. My parents were killed ruthlessly. I did all that I was told, in case of emergencies. I was supposed to hide. Only if I needed to, I could use my magic. Doing so would releases my soul protect. A difficult spell to learn, but my parents helped me cultivate my magic. I needed it in case anything happened so I could defend myself. But soul protect was to remain on at all times. Unless something like that night happened.

My magic is empathy, passed down from my father. I can understand and manipulate the emotions of others. But I have only manipulated the emotions of someone once. Otherwise I was not to use my magic so that I may never become a target. The kishin that broke into my family's house found where I was hiding. Its ragged hands were dripping with their blood as it reached for me. I did the only thing I could think to do at the time. I reached out as its ugly face snuck into the closet. I grabbed its cheek and forced my magic into it. The emotions flooded into it. Regret, depression, fear. Anything that would make it stop. Pain twisted in its face before it backed away. A single tear fell from its face before it back away into the dark of night. I never saw it again. Regardless, the deed had been done. My parents were gone.

When it happened, I was only living at home to help with my family. My mother hurt her back, so I was helping her school young witches while I learned how to do it on my own. My father worked more since I was not so little anymore and was busy with my own life. We were still close, just not as close as we used to be. I was planning to move out and live on my own, but that was not possible at the moment. Once my moms back healed, then I would go out on my own. I wanted to see the world. See more than what I grew up knowing.

I went on to live with my friend and her girlfriend. My friend, a witch, and her girlfriend, a human. It was strange to be around a human after learning to fear them. But if my friend trusted her enough to date her, then I could trust her too. After a few months of being their roommate I wanted to find my own place. Somewhere I could really find myself. For so long I felt like something was not quite right. Something was missing and I did not know what. And I wanted to find that something.

It was a rather odd series of events that happened next. Certainly not what I expected would happen. As I was entering witches mass one day, I ran into a young witch. She had snuck away from her guardian when his back was turned and had gotten lost. The poor girl was adorable. She was crying, so I scooped her into my arms and looked around. She could barely tell me her name, Angela. Without any idea on who her guardian was I began to look around through the crowd of people hustling about. It was only a few seconds before a hand was placed on my shoulder. A shiver ran down my spine as I sensed their soul. It was a human.  Reflexes kicked in and my heart leapt into my throat, and I turned around and took a step back. My eyes were wide, and I was ready to scream, but I couldn't.

Angela leapt from my arms into his. He placed her down and she held on tight to his leg. She thanked me for helping her find 'her Mifune'. But I could only stare into his eyes. Immediately I was calmed. I always had a good intuition for good people. It rarely led me astray. And I could tell he was a good person. But as witches mass began I had to leave to find a seat.

As I was leaving, a familiar hand caught my shoulder once again. And a small hand tugged at the leg of my pants. Looking down, I saw Angela again. I gave her a warm smile. And her smile back melted my heart. Apparently she overheard I knew how to teach and had some hard luck and spoke to her guardian. We made a deal after speaking away from the crowds. I was to move in with them. While Mifune would protect the both of us, I would look after some housework and teach Angela all that I possibly could.

That arrangement was the best thing to happen to me. And it made me the happiest I have ever been. Not only do I get to live out in the world, but I met a human. And the human has never hurt me at all. He was kind and gentle to Angela. He even extended that to me. I found myself a nice place to call home. It was really, truly great.