Soul Eater: The Next Generation

Chapter 1

I blink back tears.  I am so done.  Done with this family. Done with this way of life. Done with being judged.  I have looked online and found a school where students with my "ability" go.  I know I am not crazy. My parents just don't get it.  I grab my bags and what little money I have, and run to the train station.  As I board the train, the Conductor gives me a funny look.

"Little girl, where do you think you are going without a chaperon?"

"Oh. Um. My mom is right over there, um I am going to visit my aunt.  I am an unaccompanied minor."  I am a terrible liar, but I must get out of here. 

"Oh really? Where does your aunt live?" I can tell he doesn't believe me.

"Death City.  She works with Lord Death himself!" I lie again, but the look on his face is absolutely priceless.   

"And are you by any chance a weapon or meister yourself?"

"No, well, I don't know yet.  I am only six after all."

"Oh ok. Interesting. Go take your seat and have a nice trip, I guess." I can tell he is bewildered by my story, but whatever, I am coming up with this on the spot!

"Thank you sir."

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My name is Ellie.  I was six years old when I ran away, and I haven't spoken to my parents in years.  I have white/ silverish hair and uncontrollable bangs, that no matter how long I have them never seem to grow out.  My only resolution is to push them back in a headband.  I have bright green eyes with red specks.  I was adopted.  I don't know who my parents are but I think they were a weapon and meister.  My adoptive parents have no clue what a weapon or meister is. Ever since I was young, I have been able to see souls. My adoptive parents thought that I was a witch or something because of my abnormal hair and I was always talking about souls that nobody else could see.  Lord Death took me in with open arms and has treated me like I am his own daughter.  He was the first person to care about me and understand me.  I am twelve now, and today is my first day as a DWMA student. 

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I walk out into the courtyard and see the massive screens that display class ranking and suggestions for meister- weapon pairs.  I look up at the meister list and there is my name and smiling picture at the top of the list!!   

"Hello? Are you Ellie? I think we are suggested to be paired..."

I spin around to see a handsome boy.  He has adorabl-ey spikey, green hair, light brown eyes and a goofy smile. He was about two inches shorter then me and had a very laid-back, happy air about him. 

"Ya, I'm Ellie. Erm, who are you?"

"I'm Spike.  I am a scythe, and you're a scythe-meister right?"

"Um, ya, I am. How do you know that I was suggested to be with you?"

"Well we both are at the top of our class listings, and well since I am a scythe and you're a scythe-meister... I dunno I thought it was a given..."

"Oh. Ok. Cool. Um then I guess we can be partners... if you want..." 

"Ya sure."

This is totally not going how I dreamt it would... I thought that meeting my partner would be all poetic and I would instantly know that we were meant to be together.  But our exchange was the opposite, all awkward and rushed...

"HI SPIKEEEEE, I AM EVA AND I AM YOUR NEW PARTNER! YAY, JUST SO YOU KNOW YOU GOT THE BEST PARTNER A SCYTHE COULD HAVE," a shrill voice shrieks.  

The girl behind the atrocious voice has blonde hair in two very bouncy pigtails.  She obviously cares A LOT about how she looks because her outfit must have taken days to put together.  Every bead, every string, every hair- everything was perfectly aligned. She certainly has an obnoxious air about her... I can tell we aren't going to get along.

My mouth drops open. I am speechless. Who the hell does this girl think she is? 

"Um no sorry.  I already have a partner.  This is Ellie, Edna was it?"

Okay. So I like this kid.  He is definitely not a pushover. 

"WHAT? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!? I AM THE CHILD OF MAKA AND SOUL! THE BEST WEAPON- MEISTER PAIR IN THE ENTIRE WORLD! WHO ARE YOU TO PASS ME UP? AND FOR THIS PIECE OF CRAP? SHE IS A NOBODY! AND IT IS EVA NOT EDNA!!!!"

"Well, one I don't give a flying crap about whoever the hell your parents are. And two, last time I checked, Ellie is at the top of the class charts and you are not," he replies coolly. My mouth drops open, this kid is awesome!

"THERE HAS OBVIOUSLY BEEN A MISTAKE!"

"No, actually there hasn't been a mistake. The DWMA spends months putting together these lists based upon physical strength, mental capability and soul reactivity, which means how easily a soul can resonate with souls that aren't similar to it.  It is a carefully deliberated process because your partner can affect the outcome of a meister/ weapon's entire life.  It was first instated by Death the Kid, because it provides orderly suggestions for children and for whatever reason the school doesn't think twelve year-olds can make the best lifelong decisions.  It is all about how easy the meister/ weapon is to work with and how they think.  The people at the top are the easiest to work with and are expected to be the strongest in the class," I spurt. 

Oops. I didn't mean to blurt all of that out. If looks could kill, Eva would have murdered me by now. 

To my surprise, Spike starts cracking up next. 

"What?" I ask him. 

"Well... aren't you the human dictionary!" Spike bends over laughing at his own joke. 

Oh jeez. 

"WHAT THE HELL? THAT WASN'T EVEN FUNNY?!?" Eva screams.

"Oh, your still here. Ya, I'm not going to be your weapon. Ellie's my meister now," Spike says. 

Suddenly, over the PA, we hear, "New One- Years, please report to your first period class, regardless if you haven't paired up with someone yet. Thank you."

The entirety of my new grade begins to file into the massive castle.  I linger behind though, still smiling over the exchange Spike just had with this Eva girl.

"Hey are you coming?" Spike says smiling. 

"Ya, sorry!" I run to catch up with him. I can tell that there is going to be a lot in store for Spike and I, but I think that we are truly compatible.