Our Souls Are One (A Soul Eater RP)

This is the story of how several powerful students at the world-class Death Weapon Meister Academy save the world using only the massive, deadly power of their friendship.

Chapter 1

Prologue One: A New Student -- The "Cool" Guy Has a Twin?!

by: YumiEvans
I looked down in impatience at the open suitcase on my bedroom floor. It was full from everything I had packed, but I had a feeling something was missing. 'I don't want to get half-way there before I remember again,' I thought. I stared at the red-and-black striped suitcase for another moment. 'I must be imagining it. I've got my toothbrush, my clothes and shoes, hairbrush, and all that junk, so I think that should be it.' I struggled to zip the darn thing closed. When I finally succeeded, I could tell there was a lot of strain on the stitches. 'I'll have to make sure it doesn't get too jostled during the trip.' I stood up and found my old tan courier bag and stuffed my more important items in it. Items such as these: my phone, passport, iPod, Goldfish, and mangas.

When everything was packed, I took one last look around my room. I wasn't coming back here for a long time, so I made sure all my personal items were in a box in the top of my closet and my bed was made and the whole room looked presentable, just in case mom and dad decided to turn it into a guest room when I was gone. I don't want any strangers rummaging through all my pictures and books while I'm gone!

I put my courier bag on over my head and picked up my heavy suitcase. With a little trouble, I got the door open and shimmied through. One of our maids, Theresa, saw me struggling with my bag and offered to take it for me. She was a less-than-pretty girl and abnormally strong.

Theresa carried my bag through the hallways behind me. I walked straight to the front door, not bothering to say goodbye to my parents, who were too busy doing whatever super-rich parents did. The butler, Marion, opened the big, wooden, front doors for the two of us, and Theresa carried the suitcase over to the white limousine I had called earlier.

When I was in my seat and my suitcase tucked neatly in the trunk, Theresa came over to my open door and told me to have a nice trip and to be safe and to tell my brother hello from her and not to talk to strangers.

I rolled my eyes a little bit and said, "Theresa, I know, I know. I'll tell him you said that and I'll take care of myself, of course." She smiled at me and I smiled back. Marion and she wished me safe travels and the car door was closed. The driver began the long drive down our driveway, and I pulled out my iPod immediately, stuck my headphones on, and turned on something by TM Revolution.


"As some of you might have heard, we'll be having a new student transferring to this class from another school," announced Dr. Franken Stein, professor of class Crescent Moon. "She should be arriving in the next few days, so when she gets here, play nice and don't forget that I'm the only one here that's allowed to dissect other humans." Professor Stein flashed his creepy psycho smile at the class, but no one paid any attention to him.

Murmurs arose from around the room. One student, Tsubaki, turned to her neighbor and commented, "I hope this new girl is nice! Maybe all of us could be friends!"

Her neighbor, a girl called Maka, replied, "Yeah, that'd be awesome! I wonder if she's a meister or weapon?" She raised her hand. "Professor Stein? Is the new girl a weapon or a meister?"

The professor looked up from his dissection pan, turned the sizable screw in his head a few times, and answered, "I've heard that she is a weapon. I haven't heard what she is, only that she is a weapon."

Maka thanked him and turned back to Tsubaki. "Cool! What if she's super smart too? That'd be so amazing!!"

She beamed cluelessly at Tsubaki, who replied, "Oh, Maka, only you would wish for a study-buddy!" Tsubaki laughed and Maka laughed too.

Waking up from his nap, Maka's weapon partner, Soul Eater, leaned over to listen in on the girls' conversation. "What are you girls gossiping about? Is Professor Creep finally leaving and is Sid gonna come be our professor again?"

Maka sighed. "If only, Soul, if only..." Tsubaki giggled and Maka continued, "no, there's a new girl transferring to our class. She's a weapon too, and we were just talking about how we can't wait to meet her."

"Oh that sounds boring," said Soul, as he leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the desk. "Well, I don't really care about that. Besides, how can a cool guy like me be so cool without some sleep during class??" He closed his eyes and nodded back to sleep.

"Well, I look forward to meeting her," said Tsubaki with her sweet little smile. Maka agreed, and the bell rang, releasing them from Professor Stein's class for the day.

"Come on, Soul," said Maka, poking her partner. "Let's go home already."


I looked thoughtfully out the window at the clouds below us. 'I hope this doesn't turn out badly like it did in elementary school... I don't want to have to dye my hair and put in my colored contacts everyday.' In elementary, I had been made fun of for my white hair and red eyes, so I started dying my hair brown and putting in brown contacts to avoid the attention. 'But I like my hair color, and especially my eyes. I should probably hide it for the first day, though, just in case these people are judgmental of my appearance as well.'

I was brought back to reality when the stewardess announced over the intercom, "Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has turned on the 'Fasten Seat belts' light. We will be landing shortly, if everyone would please return to their seats and buckle up." There was nowhere to go on the plane anyway, so the only thing I could do was sit in my little window seat and stare at the ever-approaching ground below us.

Letting my thoughts drift back to my new school, I considered what my classes would be like. 'I'll have Biology this year, along with Algebra 1, World Geography, English, Japanese, and a study hall. If they have a piano at the school, I want to go there for study hall. That would be so cool! I gotta be at the top of my game so... wait, what am I saying?! I don't DO school! I'm NOT gonna do any studying or anything as dumb as that.'

The large, sleeping woman in the seat next to me snorted awake and turned to a passing stewardess to ask for a glass of water. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but we aren't serving any drinks at the moment. You can get some at the airport when we land," said the stewardess, and she walked away. The woman groaned and leaned back in her chair, opening a magazine from the pocket of the chair in front of her.

I looked back out through my window and tried to ignore her. Remembering I had food in my courier, I took out some Goldfish and started munching on them, making sure to swallow while we were landing, so my ears wouldn't pop.


Maka had invited Kid, Liz, Patty, Tsubaki, and Black Star over to their apartment. When everyone was seated on the two couches and chairs, Maka brought out some snacks for everyone, and sat down on one couch, beside Soul. “So, how many souls have you guys collected so far?” she asked.

Tsubaki answered first, with a glum smile, “ We still haven't gotten any.” Black Star laughed very loud and reminded everyone that a soul count was no way to measure how big a guy he was.


Everyone rolled their eyes at his narcissism. “What about you, Kid?” re-inquired Maka.

He glanced at Liz and Patty, reluctant to share their embarrassing quota. “uh......we have..... um......”

Liz helped him out and said, “We got out last 64 souls from the Vegas incident confiscated.”

“How?!” asked Tsubaki and Maka together.

None of them answered. They all looked down in awkward embarrassment, except for Patty, who was drawing giant giraffes on Maka's homework, which just happened to be on the coffee table between them. She looked up in excitement and exclaimed, “Kid got drunk and destroyed the Lucky Star Casino!!” Everyone's jaws dropped.

“IT WAS ASYMMETRICAL!” he explained desperately. “FIRST, I GOT A TRIPLE SEVEN ON THE SLOT MACHINE, SO I HAD TO DESTROY THAT, AND THEN – AND THEN IT HAD ONLY SEVEN STARS ON THE SIGN!!! IF IT HAD HAD EIGHT, I WOULDN'T HAVE HAD TO--” Suddenly, out of nowhere came a Maka-chop, and Kid clutched his head, which had a deep book binding imprint in it. “OW, MAKA THAT HURT!!”

“Kid, what's with your obsession with the number 8?!?” She raged. “You don't have to destroy everything that isn't symmetrical! That's just weird! And why were you drunk anyway?”

Just then, the door to the bathroom opened, and Blair came running out, bubbles still clinging to her bare skin. “Anybody wanna take a bath with me?” She winked at Kid, who was staring wide-eyed at her, and at Soul, who, she noticed, had already fallen over with a nosebleed. She knelt beside him and ran a finger along his collarbone. “Hey, Scythe Boy, don't you wanna take a bath with me?”

“Makaaaa,” whined Soul. “Get this stupid cat outta heeeere...” He slid off the couch and hid under the coffee table. “So not cool,” he said to himself.

“Blair, go away,” ordered Maka. She got up and pushed Blair back into the bathroom and told her not to come out again unless she was completely dressed. Blair pouted and consented.

There was silence in the room, as they heard Blair plunge back into the water and loudly hum her pumpkin song. Kid turned to the others and said, “Weeeeeell, we'd better be going now. We all have …... uh.... homework that we have to finish! Yeah. So, let's go, girls. Bye, Maka and Soul. He rose and beckoned his girls to follow. They walked out the door obediently, and as Kid was pulling it closed, he said, “Oh, Soul? If you MUST bleed on the carpet, can't you do it in the MIDDLE of the room?!” And with that, he was gone.


I arrived at the apartment complex, got my room key, and found my apartment. 'Mine's number 42? That's the answer to life, the universe, and everything! This is gonna be so cool' I opened the door and lugged my suitcase inside. The walls were white, the sofa was black leather, and the kitchen looked to be decent. Not that I could cook much anyway. My cuisine was severely limited. I opened the door to my room and set my bags on the white bed. 'What's up with all this white? There needs to be some red or yellow...'

Pulling out my wallet from the suitcase, I stuck it in my courier bag, and went back out to buy some dinner. When I arrived at the local grocery store, I picked up some milk, eggs, granny smith apples – the only kind I'll eat - a water bottle, green and mint tea bags, several cups of ramen, more Goldfish, a fish, and some seasonings and lemon juice. I was going to make myself a “successful move” dinner of broiled salmon.

I piled everything onto the self-checkout counter and paid. Taking all the bags in my arms, I walked back to my apartment. After 15 minutes, I got back, stuck the salmon in the oven, put on a kettle of water, and went to unpack everything. I hung up all my clothes, lined up my three pairs of shoes on the wall with the door, put all my toiletries in the bathroom, stacked my mangas on the little desk under the window, and went to check on my dinner.

The fish was nearly done, so I explored the kitchen cabinets and found a plate and a glass. I washed them and placed them on the high table in a corner of the kitchen. Next, I found some silverware and put them next to the plate. The oven beeped, so I put on the mitts which were on top of the fridge and pulled it out. It smelled so delicious. I was almost reluctant to eat it. Taking a pair of prongs from the pre-supplied utensils drawer, I put the salmon on my plate. I poured hot water into my cup, ripped open a package of mint tea and stuck it in. The bag bobbed on the surface, so I took my spoon and poked it under a couple times so the flavor would come out faster.

Grabbing the lemon juice I had bought earlier, I squirted some on the salmon and took a bite. It was so good! I was proud of myself for cooking something other than ramen for dinner. In no time, the whole thing was gone, and I was finishing my last sip of tea.

Rising from the table with a yawn, I picked up my dishes and trash and threw them away. I glanced at the retro-looking clock above the sink and realized it was time to go to bed. I didn't want to look like I haven't slept in days, so I quickly slipped out of my Hetalia t-shirt and jean shorts and threw on my sweats and a red tank top. I made sure all the lights were off and that the door was securely locked and crawled under the cheap cotton covers.

My mind was racing. I couldn't help but think of what could go wrong tomorrow. 'Will they like me? Is Soul gonna be in my class? What if there isn't anyone there who doesn't like Jrock? WHAT IF I ACTUALLY HAVE TO DO HOMEWORK?!?' That thought scared me. However, I turned to my side and watched the stars through my curtain-less window. There was a small bird, a robin, nesting in the sakura tree just outside, and he looked so peaceful. I smiled at his sleeping form and finally let myself drift off to sleep.


The next morning, I awoke to find that I had forgotten to buy cereal. So, I grabbed one of the apples and bit into it as I rummaged through the closet for something to wear. I chose my usual black tank top with grey edges and khaki cargo pants. I loved cargo pants, for what it's worth. You don't have to keep everything in a purse, which is a big plus for me. I can't stand purses. Either way, I stuffed my iPod and phone in the back pockets, my favorite manga in my lower right pocket (for when I get bored in class), my Goldfish and Pocky (which I also bought the night before) and chopsticks case in my lower left, my little alto ocarina and pocket umbrella in my mid-right, and finally I was packed for school.

Grabbing my now empty courier bag, I headed out the door, and locked it, stuffing the key into my last pocket, the mid-left. Not until I was halfway down the hall did I realize that I had not dyed my hair OR put in my contacts!! I tried to remember, with a look of horror upon my face, if I had even packed any. I didn't think so. Trying my hardest not to freak out, I looked at the watch on the inside of my left wrist. 'Crap! I don't have time to get any! Did I even BRING my contacts?' I dug in my courier bag just in case. I found the case. 'Oh thank goodness!' Opening the case, I found to my horror that one was missing.

'WHERE'S THE OTHER ONE?!?!? I CAN'T POSSIBLY GO WITH ONE BROWN AND ONE RED EYE!!! I'D BE CAST OUT FOR SURE!!!' I took a deep breath. 'Look for it,' I ordered myself. I dug in every bag and pocket with no success. Running back to my apartment, I unlocked the door and began to search every crevice. It was nowhere to be found. “CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP,” I yelled in frustration. I ran to the bathroom and looked myself over. 'Well, it doesn't look TOO bad...' I ran my hand through my slightly spiked hair and smiled at myself. 'Okay, I guess I'll take my chances like this.' I looked at my watch again and realized it was ten minutes to the first bell. “THAT'S JUST GREAT!” I yelled again.

Running back out the door and locking it again, I made my way down the streets of Death City, to the giant, world-renowned Death Weapon Meister Academy. As soon as I got there, I ran to the main office and asked where class Crescent Moon was. I was pointed down the main hall and to the left. Thanking the receptionist, I was about to leave when she told me to wait while she printed out my schedule and a map of the school. That took about three minutes, and by the time the papers were in my hand, I thanked her and ran to the classroom.


Soul was asleep and class hadn't even begun. 'What a lazy bum,' thought his partner, Maka. Kid turned to Maka and Tsubaki and asked them, “Today's the day she gets here, isn't it?”

Maka said, “Mhmm, yeah. She should be here by now. I wonder where she is... She better not be late for her first day – how embarrassing that would be!”

Tsubaki agreed and Professor Stein spoke up. “Alright everyone, class is starting. Turn in your homework from yesterday.”

Kid spoke up, “Sir, the bell hasn't rung yet. And the new girl's not here either. We should wait for her”

Stein turned the screw in his head a few times and replied, “Yes, alright, I suppose so.” A few seconds later, the bell rang, and Stein announced again, “ Turn in your homework, everyone.”

Just then, a white-haired, slacker-looking girl ran into the classroom. The professor glared at her and she said, “I'm sorry I'm late. Is this Class Crescent Moon?”


As soon as I got to the door, the bell rang, and the professor looked over at me in accusation, almost. I apologized for being late, and he nodded. Rolling over to me in his chair, he suddenly plummeted to the ground. 'What a dork,' I thought. 'Doesn't he know he can't just roll over a step?' He stood up, dusted himself off, and sat back down, now on the normal floor level.

He turned to the class and announced, “This is our new student. Would you please introduce yourself to the class?”

I nodded and faced the layered arc of students. “My name's Yumi Evans. Thanks for having me in your class.”


'Evans? Isn't that Soul's last name?' Maka glanced at her snoozing partner. Yumi walked up the steps to her seat but stopped at our level.

She punched Soul awake and he looked at her in surprise. “Yumi!”

“Hey, bro! How ya been?” she asked with a smirk.

“WAIT WHY THE HECK ARE YOU HERE, YUMI?!” he yelled, standing and facing her.

“Aren't you glad to see your twin sister after how many years?” She winked and kept walking up the stairs.

“It hasn't been THAT long...” he said, watching her.

“Alright, you two, I'm sure you have a lot of catching up to do, but we need to start class,” said Stein.


The seat I was assigned was on the top row, so I kept walking. When I got there, the spot was on the end of the row. In the seats to my right were two guys who introduced themselves as Daisuke and Yuusuke. They were partners, they said. The one closest to me, Daisuke, winked at me and called me cute. I rolled my eyes at him and smiled back. 'What a flirt. This could get really annoying really soon if he keeps that up.' I put my feet up on the desk and zoned out as Professor Stein began today's lesson.

When I got home that night, I started to unpack my pockets for the night, so I could get into my pajamas, when, in my lower right pocket, I found a note. I sat down on the black leather couch in the main room and started to open it. But first I looked at who had written it. “Daisuke,” it read. I immediately folded it back up and stuck it in my pocket again. 'If it's a love letter, I don't want to know. That guy's weird enough already...' So, I went into the kitchen, ate a quick dinner, turned off all the lights and locked the door, and went into my bedroom. Finally, after I was changed and had brushed my teeth and taken a shower, I put on my pajamas and slid into bed.

However, I could not stop thinking about that note. Curiosity got the better of me and I got up to retrieve it from the hamper. Crawling back under the covers, I turned on the lamp. I opened it and read, “Dear Yumi” written in his nice, printed handwriting. I didn't stop until it was done. And I smiled.

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