Life Could Be Cruel... [Soul Eater FanFic]

~Prologue~

[A/N: She's 7 years old in this flash back. Also, I don't own 'Soul Eater' or it's characters.]

~Flashback~

   "Huh... Where am I?" I wondered out loud; looking around, I saw that I'm in what looks to be a laboratory.

   "Who are you?.. I've never seen you here before." I twirled around to see a boy about my age and has hair the color of silver, not white but silver.

   "I'm Ashia and I've never been here before. So, naturally you've never seen me before. Now what I want to know, is this you're dream or is it mine?" I tilted my head slightly to the right as I spoke to him. Letting my curiosity show on my face.

   "I believe this is my dream and this is my laboratory. How did you get into my dream? Or are you just a part of my dream that my mind created?" The young silver haired boy approached me as he answered me then stated his questions.

   "Hmm, well, I am not something your mind created. I have to say this is some sort of psychic connection our minds formed. Maybe we both wanted the same thing bad enough that our souls or something found each other... That's just my guess, so, I could be wrong about how I got here." I tried my best to answer his questions but I had no solid knowledge on this. I had watched him carefully as I felt him trying to asses me.

   "What are you trying to figure out about me, boy?" I asked him as I kept my eyes trained on him. Following his every movement; even at the age of seven, I was able to sense a predatory mind. Though, his mind didn't feel like the common human predator. It felt kind of like a predatory mind that was created by curiosity; a thirst for knowledge, if you will but still potentially dangerous.

   "I'm trying to figure out why I don't feel a strong urge to take you apart while you're alive. It's odd, I always want to take everything and everyone apart. I always want to know what makes them work; what each thing is meant to do. I always want to know what the insides look like. So, why don't I want to take you apart??? It's just making me more curious on what's inside you and see what everything does. To find what it is about you that's affecting me!" he spoke to me, his obsession, his form of insanity becoming clear. We circled around the metal table -a slightly altered mortician's slab- a few times with me keeping about two arms lengths away from him.

    He rushed me, his hand reaching for my neck but I dropped, grabbed his arm with my left hand. With my right hand, I struck out towards his abdomen, lifting him up and over me. I used his momentum and a bit of my strength to effectively flip him over me and to the ground, hard. Therefore, knocking the air out of him and giving me the upper hand. Being flexible, I pinned his hands over his head, crawled on top of him and locked my legs around his. I rendered him immobile, keeping me with the upper hand, even if it made me uncomfortable with this much contact. I didn't really like touching people, nor people touching me. It doesn't make me freak out or anything, I just don't like it.

~End of flashback, interrupted~

    I sat there at my counter drinking my coffee mixture. The counter was a divider between my kitchen and my living-room. My coffee mixture consisted of coffee, almond milk and two tablespoons maple syrup.

    Did I mention that I'm something similar to a medium? Well, I am but I also practice magic.. Err, not the kind that causes me to have bad karma. No, it's the kind for healing, protections, seals, and banishing curses.

    I was drinking my coffee like every start of my day, except this time I was allowing souls, or spirits if you wish, to take turns inhabiting my body. I'm sure you're wondering why I'm doing this. Well, to tell you the truth, it's because each of those twenty (20) souls wanted to know what my coffee tasted like. Not a single one of them had ever tried coffee with almond milk and maple syrup. So, with every sip of coffee there was a different soul inhabiting me; tasting my coffee along with me. It wasn't weird for me... It was actually pretty normal for me. I'd let them try different beverages and food via my body; I actually worked out a schedule with them for this reason.

    Now, you're probably wondering why I had twenty (20) souls with me. Well, it's simple, they weren't ready to move on. So, now my home and body is a safe haven for them. They aren't evil or anything bad like that. I never let the evil ones enter my home or my body. I even had seals tattooed on me to keep out any evil; I couldn't risk bringing harm to these kind souls, my kids or to myself. I had seals all along the molding of the walls, doors and windows. You can never be too safe when it comes to keeping out evil entities.

A/N: (April 8, 2013) So, that's my prologue. Let me know what you think of it. Leave a comment or vote, I appreciate either or both. ;-D Chapter 1 should be up by the end of the week. I'll add a music video later.. probably later today.

P.S. I may decide to change the title at a later time. Since, I'm not completely happy with it.