Unlikely Friends - Chapter 1

SOUL EATER FANFICTION - ASURAXMAKA!!!!

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Chapter 1: HERE
Chapter 2: [link]
Chapter 3: [link]

-Name Of Chapter: Endings To Beginnings (introduction)
-Rating: M (mature) - for later chapters ^w^
-Genre: Romance, Humor, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Adventure, Supernatural, Suspense, Horror and Mystery
-Main Characters: Maka Albarn, Asura, Soul Eater Evans and Death The Kid
-Pairings: AsuraxMaka (main), SoulxMaka (obvious), KidxMaka (a little later on- Kid gets his own chapter, guess which one!)
-Writers: Me, Dionne-chan and Graham-kun ^W^ thnx guys

Summary:-

What if the story of Soul Eater took a different turn? Asura had just revived, Maka had begun an infatuation with him, Soul tries his best to protect her, Kid asks for a dance with her. Will Maka slip into insanity or will Asura slip into a trap? Find out in the horrific, humorous and perverted adventure they will both face.

HERE'S THE STORY NOW!!!! R&R!!!!!---------
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Asura's POV:-

Nothing can compare to the amount of fear in this world. Everybody has it and everybody knows it, but none can truly accept it. Nobody, nor me or yourself can rid ourselves of this unwilling feeling of fear. Can you compare it to the amount of actual danger in the world? No, of course not. The amount of fear in the world greatly surpasses the amount of real danger, that's simply the way it has always been. So tell me now... What do you fear most in the world?

Normal POV:-

His body was limp and stiff, although his body was new. It was years since he had moved at all, trapped in a prison made from his very skin. He would almost be perfect for a wedding - he was old yet he was new, his skin was a pale blue colour but he wasn't borrowed however; he only took - ironically.

The time of his revival was risky, but all attempts to defeat him in battle were futile. He was a newly revived demon god after all, fearful and selfish. He wouldn't back down easily and liked to have his fun whilst in battle. The most surprising thing to him that night was an ash blonde girl, young and looked merely 14 years of age with a slim, pink skinned body and flat chest. Her forest green orbs focused on him, leaving her dazed as she grabbed onto one of the long scarves which covered Asura's pale, stick thin body. The scarves were indeed made from his own skin, pulled from his forming body as he was revived. "Kishin! Your soul is mine!" the girl yelled, although it sounded more like a yelp as her head was hit by the flying pieces of rubble which had smashed off when Asura crashed through the city street floor from his underground imprisonment. The girl tried to pull the kishin back into the ground with a deathly grip on the scarf. He spared only a glance for the determined yet foolish young girl carrying a black and red scythe. She quickly became unconscious as her head hit the ground after falling from the sky where Asura had emerged.

Nothing seemed to come of that night involving his thoughts and the girl half his bodies age. He quickly forgot her as a new threat came into being. Along came the grim reaper - Death- without his death scythe. The demon god of insanity and the god of death, two equal beings of great magnitude and absolute strength. They greeted one another with respect but with malice in their tones. The memories of one another blew into each others minds; they remembered how Asura was part of Death's elite warriors until Asura began devouring pure human souls. And so Asura became the first kishin and became known as the demon god. Death cared about many people but when Asura devoured so many innocent humans and became a dangerous kishin, he had no choice but to eliminate him. Asura was terrified and always had been, of everyone and everything. That's why he started eating pure human souls, he needed to gain power to beat the fear. He also became insane from the mix of power and paranoia. Even his own weapon Vajra wasn't trusted and was swallowed whole in his weapon form. Death finally defeated him, tearing away his flesh and imprisoned the remains in the sack created from the skin.

Now back to the present date; Asura and Death locked in a battle of the gods. Despite the reaper fighting without his scythe, he was still powerful and would fight to the death to destroy all chance of Asura escaping. As a final show of respect, the scarves wrapped around Asura's head unraveled themselves, revealing an icy blue face, 3 crimson eyes and the black and white hair of Asura's masked dome.

The battle didn't last long. Despite all efforts of defense Death had, he couldn't defeat Asura due to the simple facts that his revival was unexpected and the the reaper had no weapon. A blast from Vajra was enough to smash through Death's shield and break off half of his skull mask. Leaving Asura to flee into hiding from his only true opponent. Or so that was what he thought...
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-So what will happen next? Who knows... Is Asura really safe? What will happen to the ash-blonde girl? Find out by reading the next chapter! R&R (read and review)

THIS CHAPTER'S REVIEWERS ARE ASURA, LORD DEATH AND MAKA ALBARN!

Maka: So what do you guys think of the introduction?
Asura: I was totally badass! You're lucky I held back, Death!
Death: Your so immature, my reaper-chop can easily kick your ass
Asura: Well I can easily heal myself and kick your ass!
Maka: Guys! The review?
*Death and Asura give one another evil stares, ignoring Maka who just sighs*
Maka: Well, I hope you all enjoyed the intro! I have to go and stop another fight! BYE! X)
*Maka waves goodbye*