Alright this is my first fanfiction I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: don't own Soul Eater if I did everyone would know

Prologue

Shinoko sighed as she walked home from work. She had to work a double shift and it was around 2:00 in the morning. She yawned and ran her fingers through her wild white hair. Well mostly white there were 3 black stripes in the top of her hair. She walked by the last of the middle class houses and walked into the poor side of town. She cut through an alley to get to her house faster but she saw an odd shadow. She slowed down and came to a full stop. The shadow to form, an ugly form, but a form none the less. She growled. He gave a huge creepy grin and unsheathed claws the size of her face. She frowned as he came at her with lightning speed. She narrowly dodged the claws aiming for her face by tilting her head. What she didn't expect was for the claws to cuts through the bricks and makes a deep gash in her shoulder. She grimaced as he tried to yank his claws out of the wall. While he was preoccupied she reached into her boot and pulled out her pistol. She smirked as she raised it to the Kishin's mouth. "Bang" she whispered as she pulled the trigger and black and purple exploded out the back side of his head. He dissolved into a floating, red, flaming ball. She didn't know what it was so she threw it in her bag "whatever" she mumbled and continued on her way home. She smacked the 'Caution, stay out! Danger!' sign as she walked passed it. She did the same to the 'Not for sale' sign and walked into her house. If you could call it that. It was a jumble of rotting would and fire hazards…but hey, there wasn't any rent. She collapsed on her makeshift bed which was really just a pile of torn pillows and a ratty blanket. "Jeez I work non-stop and I can't even afford a bed…fuck my life." She said to herself. She was too tired to eat so she covered up and fell asleep.

Meanwhile in Death City…

Soul E. Evans, Maka Albarn, Death the Kid, Liz and Patty Thompson, Black*star, and Tsubaki were all sent off on a mission to who knows where to hunt down some random Kishin. After Asura everything just seemed boring and unchallenging. Unfortunately none of them was a Death scythe yet because after all that work he was really only soul. Soul sighed in exasperation "Maka I'm bored entertain me." He groaned. She didn't even look up "entertain yourself Soul." She said and continued reading. Kid had long since passed out because of all the asymmetrical-ness of the landscape outside the window. Liz was doing her nails and patty was sugar crashed and sleeping in the seat after downing a hundred pixie stix. Black*star was making some speech that everyone except for Tsubaki ignored. She clapped politely when he finished. After what seemed like hours they finally arrived at their destination and they all stretched. It was dark and late, probably about 3:30 AM. Maka's eyes widened "you guys I sense the Kishin." She said they all looked at her "this way." She said running towards the odd soul. "Something's wrong…" she mumbled still running. She shook it off 'probably just my imagination trying to make something out of nothing.' She thought. After a few more minutes of running they ended up outside a black building that looked like it had been set on fire. It had a couple of signs. "Do Kishin's usually have houses?" Soul asked. Black*star laughed insanely "Who care if he has a house or not no one is stronger than me, THE GREAT BLACK*STAR, slayer of the great Kishin Asura!" he laughed again and Kid went up and knocked on the door.

Shinoko ran up to the large building with a skulls all over it. She opened the doors and tried to sneak up the stairs. 'Why am I sneaking' she asked herself but continued sneaking anyways. She had no idea where she was or what she was doing. Then she heard a voice that made her flinch without even knowing who it was "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!? I TOLD YOU I NEVER WANTED TO SEE YOUR UGLY FACE AGAIN!?" she turned and saw a flash of Lord Death's mask before he smacked her into her mother's make-up counter and she felt the mirror crack and stab into her back. She sobbed "D-daddy why-" He growled "Don't call me daddy!" he shouted. Then she heard a knock and snapped awake. She was sweating. She rubbed her face and pushed her bangs up then stood. She was too tired to be careful and open the door the way she usually did. The person at the door knocked again "ONE SECOND! Jeez…" she threw the door open "WHAT?!" she asked. Then she saw HIM. The boy who had ruined her life. She growled she would have recognized him by his hair and eyes alone. Her younger brother Death the Kid. Before she understood what she was doing she punched him right in the face. "BASTARD!" she screamed at him as he sat up a few feet away where the power of her blow had knocked him.

Yo! Hope you enjoyed reading tell me what you think and review. This is my first fanfiction I published so tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is welcomed