Soul Eater: Resonance Regression — Heir to the Reaper
Soul Eater Evans died shielding Maka from a fatal blow—and then he woke up.
Thirteen years old. The morning of the entrance ceremony at Death Weapon Meister Academy. Three years before the battle that killed him. Three years before the kishin Asura, before the madness that swallowed his friends, before Maka screamed his name with tears streaming down her face.
He remembers everything. Every battle. Every loss. Every face of everyone he failed to save.
But this second chance comes with a warni
Soul Eater: Resonance Regression — Heir to the Reaper - Confession of the Soul — The Partner from the Future
The infirmary corridor. White walls. The smell of antiseptic.
Soul Eater stood with his back against the wall. His silver hair looked dull under the fluorescent lights. A toothpick-like stick sat in his mouth, same as always.
Beside him was Maka Albarn. Her beige twin-tails drooped a little from exhaustion. Her green eyes were fixed on the infirmary door down the hall.
Beyond that door, Death the Kid's treatment was still ongoing.
How long had it been since they returned from Baba Yaga's castle? Outside the window, the sunset stretched the building's shadow long across the ground.
(Is Kid gonna be okay?)
Deep in his chest, Soul felt the black blood pulse with a heavy throb.
The top floor of the castle. The Book of Eibon. That black shadow. The book that swallowed Kid.
The Memory Eater.
"Your memories — I'll take them. Next time, all of them."
That voice still lingered in the back of his ears.
"...Soul."
Maka spoke up quietly.
"...What."
Soul kept his back against the wall and only turned his eyes toward her.
"Um, so..."
Maka clenched her fingers tight, then let go. Again and again. She was hesitating. Trying to say something, unable to.
"...If you've got something to say, say it."
"Yeah. ...Hey, listen."
Maka lifted her face. Her green eyes caught Soul dead-on.
"Soul, in the castle — were you hiding something?"
Soul's finger twitched.
His left ear.
He reached for it, then stopped halfway.
"...I ain't hiding anything."
"Liar."
Maka's voice grew firm.
"When you lie, Soul, you touch your left ear. Just now, you almost did."
(She saw that.)
Soul swallowed a click of his tongue.
"You're imagining things."
"I'm not. ...That shadow said 'your memories.' Soul, do you have some connection to that thing?"
Maka took a step closer.
"You've been carrying something alone this whole time. The black blood too. What's Anamnesis? What was that message?"
"...How should I know."
Soul looked away.
"This is a pain."
"Soul!"
Maka's voice cut sharply down the corridor.
"I'm your partner. You won't tell me anything?"
Maka's eyes wavered. Anger, sadness, worry — all mixed together.
Soul couldn't look at those eyes.
(Like I could tell you.)
(That I came from the future.)
(That you were crying, in the future.)
(That I let you die.)
Deep in his chest, the black blood ached again.
"...Not here. Let's change locations."
Soul said it and started walking.
"Eh? Hey, Soul!?"
Maka chased after him. Two sets of footsteps overlapped in the corridor.
Up the dorm stairs. Fourth floor. Fifth floor. The top.
He pushed open the door to the rooftop.
The sunset spread across his entire field of view.
The sky was burning. Orange, red, and purple bled together, staining the school building's shadow black.
The wind blew.
Silver hair swayed.
"...Beautiful."
Maka murmured softly.
"Hey, Soul. This is the place, isn't it? Where you cried alone."
Soul said nothing.
"I know. That night, you were here, crying. Black Star told me."
Maka stood beside Soul.
"So please. Don't carry it all by yourself."
The wind passed between them.
Soul stared at the sunset.
(No good.)
(I'm gonna say it.)
(If I keep looking at Maka's face like this.)
"...Maka."
Soul's voice was hoarse.
"There's something I have to tell you."
Maka looked at him.
"What?"
"...You might not believe me. You might think I've lost my mind."
Soul bit down hard on the toothpick.
"But I can't hide it anymore. You're the one person I want to know."
"...Okay."
Maka gave a small nod.
Soul took a deep breath.
The scent of sunset filled his lungs.
"I came from the future."
Maka froze.
"...What?"
"I woke up on the morning of the entrance ceremony, three years ago. Until then, I was in the future, fighting alongside you."
"Wait, hold on. What are you saying?"
Maka gave a strained smile.
"You're just tired, Soul. The fight at the castle was rough. My head's foggy too."
"I'm not tired."
Soul looked straight into Maka's eyes.
"Listen. In the future, you got way stronger. You mastered Witch Hunter and Kishin Hunter. Our resonance was perfect."
"...Kishin Hunter?"
Maka's smile vanished.
"That's a technique I don't know yet. Lord Death hasn't even taught it in class."
"Yeah. You came up with it yourself, in the future. A technique to strike the Kishin, Asura, with a single blow through our soul resonance."
"Kishin, Asura..."
The color drained from Maka's face.
"...In the final battle, I died protecting you."
Soul's voice trembled.
"You were crying. Over my corpse. ...So I came back. To protect you. So that this time, absolutely, I won't let you die."
Maka was silent.
The sunset sank lower. The sky's colors darkened, bit by bit.
"...Then."
Maka's voice cracked.
"Then — I couldn't protect you, in the future?"
Maka's eyes were wet.
"I'm supposed to be your partner. And I just watched you die?"
"No."
Soul said it firmly.
"No. I ran out on my own. It's not your fault. You fought to the very end. I was the idiot."
"...Soul."
A single tear traced down Maka's cheek.
"Did I — couldn't I do anything for you? Was I still weak, unable to do anything?"
"No!"
Soul's voice rang across the rooftop.
"You were strong. Stronger than anyone. I jumped in to shield you on my own, and I died on my own. You did nothing wrong."
Soul's voice shrank at the end.
"...Sorry, Maka. For carrying it alone. I knew you'd make a face like that. That's why I couldn't say it."
Maka ran to him.
"Soul!"
Maka flung herself into Soul's chest.
"Don't carry it alone! I'm your partner, aren't I! When you're hurting, I'm right there with you! Even if you came from the future, I'm still your partner!"
Maka's tears soaked into Soul's uniform.
"...Maka."
Soul started to put his arms around her back, then stopped.
His fingers trembled.
(If I touch her, I'll cry.)
(I decided I wouldn't cry.)
"Sorry. I was scared."
Soul's voice was wet with tears.
"If I changed the future, maybe something worse would happen. Maybe you'd suffer even more. Once I thought that, I couldn't tell anyone."
"Idiot."
Maka pounded her fist lightly against his chest.
"Watching you agonize alone hurts me way more."
Soul's vision blurred.
The sunset smeared and swam through his tears.
(Ah. I can't.)
(I'm gonna cry.)
(Crying in front of Maka is embarrassing.)
But.
The tears spilled over.
Tears traced down Soul's cheeks.
"...You're crying."
Maka lifted her face and looked at him.
"You're crying."
"...I ain't crying."
Soul wiped his tears with his sleeve.
"Liar. Your eyes are bright red."
Maka smiled.
She smiled with a tear-soaked face.
"...You're crying too, you know."
"I'm crying too. We match."
Maka took Soul's hand.
A small hand. A warm hand.
That was the moment.
Their soul wavelengths overlapped.
Naturally.
As if it were the most obvious thing.
Deeper, stronger, quieter than ever before.
Deep in Soul's chest, the black blood went still.
The black blood that had raged so wildly.
The seed of madness that had ached so badly.
Now it slept, wrapped in Maka's soul wavelength.
"...What is this."
Soul pressed a hand to his chest.
"The black blood's quiet."
"...Yeah. I can feel it too."
Maka closed her eyes.
"Soul's soul is so warm."
Maka's voice trembled with surprise.
"Something black was clinging to you this whole time. But now it's different. Your soul is touching mine. It's so warm."
"...Your soul perception is seriously a monster."
Soul laughed.
He laughed with a tear-soaked face.
"Don't call me a monster."
Maka laughed, embarrassed.
"But I'm happy. I'm happy I can touch your soul."
Maka gripped Soul's hand tight.
"I'll get stronger. Absolutely stronger. I won't let you die alone. So I can protect you — in the future and right now."
"...You're already strong enough."
Soul murmured.
"But it's not enough yet. I'll learn to use Kishin Hunter. I'll fight alongside you."
Maka's eyes caught the last light of the sunset and shone.
"...Yeah. Let's fight together, the two of us."
Soul squeezed her hand back.
The sunset sank completely.
The sky shifted to a deep indigo.
Stars began to twinkle, one, then two.
"...Time to head back. We should check on Kid."
"Yeah."
They let go of each other's hands.
Their fingertips parted reluctantly.
"...Soul."
"What."
"Thank you for telling me."
Maka smiled.
"I'm glad I'm your partner."
Soul couldn't say anything.
Deep in his chest, something warmed, slowly.
A warmth different from the black blood.
(Same here. I'm glad I'm your partner.)
He couldn't put it into words.
But he felt like Maka understood anyway.
They left the rooftop behind.
The night wind pushed at their backs.
The next morning.
Morning light streamed into the dorm corridor.
Soul opened his room door.
"...Yo."
Standing there was Death the Kid.
Three white lines on the right side of his black hair. His yellow eyes stared at Soul.
"...Kid. You're already up?"
"Yeah. Being put to sleep in an infirmary bed gets boring."
Kid smiled faintly.
"...I came to say thanks."
Kid bowed his head.
"I heard your voice from inside the book. You saved me. If you and Maka Albarn hadn't come, I might have been swallowed by madness just like that."
"...Don't worry about it. We're comrades."
Soul said it bluntly.
"Comrades, huh."
Kid murmured.
"...You said my hair was cool. That surprised me. No one had ever said that before."
Kid touched the bangs on his right side with his finger.
The three white lines.
"These three lines. I always thought they were ugly. A defect of mine — not symmetrical."
"...But you said they were cool. So I was able to like these three lines, just a little."
Kid raised his face.
"...You know the future, don't you."
Soul's body went rigid.
"...What are you talking about."
"You don't have to hide it. Inside the book, I saw fragments of your memories. That you came from the future. And the future where I'm swallowed by madness."
Kid's voice was quiet.
"...I see."
Soul let out a sigh.
"You saved me. Knowing the future, you still saved me. ...So I'll believe you."
Kid looked into Soul's eyes.
"I'll change the future you speak of. I won't be swallowed by madness. If you guarantee it, I'll believe it."
"...Yeah. You absolutely won't be swallowed by madness. I guarantee it."
Soul said it firmly.
"I'll hold you to those words."
Kid smiled.
A smile Soul had never seen in the future.
Soul's chest trembled, just a little.
(It's changing.)
(The future is changing, bit by bit.)
(Still small. But it's definitely changing.)
"...By the way, your hair — the length's different on the right and left."
Soul pointed it out.
"What!?"
Kid's expression shifted.
"Damn it, I'm depressed, I want to die. Different lengths on the right and left? That's impossible. This hair of mine, which should be perfect..."
Kid clutched his head and crouched down.
"...Kidding. I just made that up."
Soul said it, exasperated.
"...Fool. Don't say things that are bad for my heart."
Kid stood up.
"...Well, fine. I've said my thanks. I'm going back to my room."
"Yeah. Get some rest."
"...You too. The black blood's influence is still lingering, isn't it. Don't push yourself."
Kid turned and walked away.
"...Kid."
Soul called after him.
"What."
Kid turned around.
"...Your three lines — I really do think they're cool."
Kid looked startled for a moment, then smiled faintly.
"...I see. Thank you."
This time, Kid left for good.
Soul stood alone in the corridor.
(In the future, Kid cursed those three lines.)
(Swallowed by madness, he hurt his comrades.)
(But now it's different.)
(Kid smiled.)
(I can change the future.)
(I can change it.)
Soul clenched his fist.
That was when it happened.
"Soul Eater. Maka Albarn."
A low, calm voice.
He turned. Lord Death stood at the end of the corridor.
Black robe. White mask.
Founder and headmaster of Death W
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