It was nice to meet a fellow crazy person, Crona is her name, she has the black blood disease like I do, but hers must have come though experimentation, not natural craziness, the way she's subconsciously resisting it. Ahh, the poor dear. I'd like to think that there are more like me out there, but the only, even slightly crazy people are closer to idiots than madmen.
It's a shame though, Crona seems to be quite nice, an excellent swordswoman, and probably a really good friend, if not from her witch of a mother, Medusa. The bloody witch has driven her own daughter to believe that killing is good and the DWMA is bad. I'm not arguing with the first point at all, or the second really, killing is good fun, and the DWMA and parliament has made that illegal, especially if you eat their delicious souls afterwards…
But pre-kishins will have to do instead for me. Actually, Medusas' soul is looking quite delectable at the moment also, but alas! I have to go stop those idiot underlings of hers from releasing Asura, or maybe I should help them? My two voices a screaming separate answers, I think I'll just go with… neither, the others have this one handled, I sense it isn't quite time for Asura to die.
But anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself, I'll start at the beginning.
Hi, my name is Maka Albarn, I am a two-star scythe meister. I am also a grade A psychotic madwoman. My mother knows this, as does my father, in fact, they both encourage it! It sounds crazy, but it isn't. It's actually kind of sad.
You see, there is a Kishin in our world, named Asura, and he is the source of all madness. It isn't a good type of madness either, but the dark and evil type. And there is no way to destroy this madness, only trap it, but the cage made from his skin is failing, and soon he will be unleashed on the world, stronger than before.
And I doubt he will fall for the same trick twice. Which is why I was born. Well, sort of, you see, when my parents married, the current Shinigami of this plane, Lord Death, asked for their first (and coincidentally, only) child to be born with the black blood disease and to essentially be insane. This was so when Asura was finally resurrected, there would be a place for his madness afterwards, if his body was destroyed.
The only problem was, that for me to become that place, I had to become a kishin as well, not just have the black blood. But don't worry, we did it the right way. We went around, asking for volunteers such as old people, people in hospitals that cannot be saved, sick, dying children, etc. so by the time I was six, I was a full blown kishin, and crazier that thought to be humanly, or kishinly, possible.
Tests were run after that, to make sure that by the time the other kishin awoke I would be a strong enough vessel for the madness and power of two kishins and black blood. That is also when I found out that on top of being a scythe meister, I am also a weapon. This meant, back out on the street, try to find ninety-nine pre-kishins to kill and eat, and then a witch.
You should have seen the excitement on my fathers face when I finally, single handedly, became a death scythe at age ten, beating Justin Law by three years. You should have seen the heartbreak when I told him I didn't want to be a weapon, just a meister after he divorced my mother three years later.
It was funny and satisfying.
Soon after that I convinced him to emancipate me from the state, pay for my own apartment and send me off to the DWMA to become a proper scythe meister and find a partner.
And so, the story part of this story, starts here:
So, first day of school, I bounce, literally, bounce up the stairs with the boundless energy that comes from madness, a wicked smile on my face. Once I reach the top, I calm myself, remembering that this is a school that fights madness, and that no one else may know about my own insanity, unless they are insane themselves, or a Shinigami.
I had finally made it to our home room for our first year, after meeting a blue haired egotistical maniac and the only weapon in existence with enough patience to deal with him. After a quick briefing, we were dismissed to find our partners, and as I predicted, Black*Star paired up with Tsubaki.
As I wandered the mainly empty halls, as the rest of the school started the next day, I heard the most devilishly, madly, beautifully haunting melody I had ever heard. Following it to what I assumed to be a music room of sorts, I slipped silently unnoticed inside where I listened to the music. I could tell he was halfway through the song he had started on so I decided to make a plan to befriend him. Out of my suitcase, I silently pulled a pen and a scored sheet of paper on which I wrote an old piece of music, similar to the tune the boy was playing. Using one of my many kishin powers, which when paired with my fabulous grigori soul are untraceable, even to those with soul perception, I sent the paper unnoticed over to the boy, placing it on the music stand while he wasn't looking.
Once he finished his song, he looked up and saw the piece. At the top it had a message.
"Play me, huh? Well it would be uncool of me not to," he said reading through the notes, "Hun, it looks interesting. Let's see now, starts in 'D'"
As he trialled the intro, I got out my guitar, plugging it into the amp. I heard the pause before he started playing properly. Once he reached the second part, I joined him, playing the guitar parts. He started slightly when I did so, but did not falter in his playing. Once the song had finished, the boy turned to face me.
I stepped forwards, out of the shadows so he could see the badge declaring me a meister. In the millisecond I took to observe him, I had taken in his delightfully sharp teeth, blood red eyes and bone white hair, and in the millisecond I took to slip into his soul unnoticed, I found what I was looking for. This boy was fighting off a strong madness, and the deeply rooted, yet inactive, seeds of the black blood, both of which, I later learned, are hereditary in his line.
I walked over to him with a smile, revealing my own slightly pointed teeth, but not as wickedly cool as his. His eyes widened slightly when he saw this, but he made no comment and instead appeared to take in my own appearance of pupil-less green eyes, ash blond pig-tailed hair and overall gothic attire.
"Hey, that was some pretty cool guitar playing just then," he spoke, gesturing to the guitar still in my hands.
I blush slightly, "Same for you, that was wicked. The name's Maka Albarn, meister,"
He grins, giving me another glimpse of those shark like teeth and replied, "I'm Soul Eater, weapon. You wouldn't happen to be in need of a weapon, would you?"
"You wouldn't happen to be a scythe, would you?" I ask as my reply, "Partners?"
"Sounds cool to me," he consents, disguising the obvious happiness in his voice and shakes my outstretched hand.
"Hey, uh, odd question but, why do you want to be a death scythe?" I ask him.
"Mainly so I can be the coolest weapon in history, but also to get away from my family, they're all slightly… overbearing. It was kind of a last minute decision," he replies, feigning nonchalance.
"Perfect!" I squealed.
He turns to me slightly shocked so I elaborate, "The reason I asked you was because I wanted to know if you had a place to stay but seeing as you are avoiding any and all relations, it means you can live with me! I have a spare room set up specifically for this occasion. No rent owed, cable television, free meals and a private ensuit, all for the low price of being my partner, which you already agreed to, so! No backing out now!"
He looked at me strangely before shrugging, "Cool with me,"
I grin and hand him a slip of paper with my address, and spare keys, "I promised my father to tell him when I found a partner, but I think I will spare you having to meet him this time until we settle down. You can go on ahead, we don't start classes until tomorrow, so we can spend the day getting to know each other and you can unpack. There are two spots in the garage labelled unit thirteen, take the one not also labelled 'Maka' I'll be home quickly, so try not to cause any trouble until then. I'd better go, see you in about half an hour,"
With that I'm off, leaving a bewildered Soul behind me and made my way to the death room. Upon arrival I snuck in and jumped onto the shoulders of my father and said loudly and quickly, "I found a partner who is a scythe and he is a boy and he is moving into the spare room!"
My father was in too much of a shocked daze that his little girl was within a meter radius of him, and without a hard cover book, to absorb any of that information, exactly as I planned.
"Congratulations Maka! What is his name?" Lord Death queried.
"He introduced himself as Soul Eater but I'm guessing his real name is Soul 'Eater' Evans. He'd be mad as a meataxe if he let himself be, which is why he is the perfect partner. What do ya think?"
"I think he is a perfect choice, in fact, if you had not found him yourself, I would have recommended him to you," Lord Death said happily before pausing and saying, "I think it's best you leave soon, the daze is wearing off your father,"
"Don't worry, watch this," I hop off my father and say quickly, "Hey papa, can I keep him? Please?"
"Erm, yes Maka? Anything for my baby girl!" he said confusedly.
"Yay, thanks papa you're the best!" I exclaim and skip to the door, but not fast enough. By the time I reached the handle my father had asked what exactly he had agreed to. Lord Death being the spaz that he is, answered honestly.
"I agreed to WHAT!" he shouted in horror.
Thinking quickly, I ran back and kissed him on the cheek before giving him a big hug, then to seal the deal I said, "Bye bye papa, I love you!" before running off as fast as I could.
"Clever girl," Lord Death muttered as I ran off before turning to the nearly comatose Death Scythe; Spirit Albarn, and finished off the job with a Shinigami-chop, "That should buy you a day at least Maka,"
I ran home to find a black and silver motorbike with red accents parked next to mine and raced up the stairs to my apartment. Opening the door, I jumped inside only to fall onto something big and fluffy.
As it happens, the big thing was soul, and the fluffy thing was his head, as he had been paralysed in awe and shock upon entering the first room. It appears however, that in bowling him over and landing on top of him, has knocked him out of his stasis. As we got up I had to restrain myself from shouting 'Again! Again!', having very much enjoyed the trip, but I remembered that I am still pretending, and that soul moving in will take up much of my crazy time, until the day he joins me.
"Sorry, I didn't expect you to be gawking at my apartment in front of the door, in the middle of the doorway," I say, raising a brow and wandering at the reason for this behaviour.
He grins sheepishly and says, "Sorry Maka, it's just so… big! And nice, and cool and completely unlike the other apartments. They all look old and disgusting but this, this looks amazing! How is it so big though?"
"Magic," I reply honestly, "Is it too small? I can make it bigger if you like,"
"Hun?" was his confused reply.
"Ooh jeepers, I just realised I don't know what you want for lunch,"
"I'll just take ramen noodles if you have any," he replied, shrugging off his confusion.
"Cool, what flavour?"
"Chicken, if you have it,"
"Of course," I replied, showing him to the kitchen counter where a cheese toasty and a bowl of steaming noodles sat waiting, "Dig in,"
He took a step back and said, "How did you do that?"
I answered honestly, "Magic," and started eating. Once I'd finished, I realised he hadn't yet touched his, in fact, he hadn't even entered the room.
I picked up his food and walked over to him and sighed, "If you wish to eat as I show you around, you may, where would you like to see first?"
He didn't reply and instead took a cautious bite of his noodles, "Wow, these are delicious, but I might just heat them up again first,"
"No need. Try stirring it with your fork," I advised.
He did so and found his noodles to be steaming hot once more.
"How did you do that?"
"Magic,"
"Oh. By the way, what would you like for dinner, breakfast and lunch tomorrow?" I asked. Looking back I realise I was acting a bit like a maid or servant, which is probably why he replied with a 'don't worry, I'll make myself something' and proceeded to look around, but I really couldn't help it. I wanted to make the best impression possible and make him comfortable, I didn't want him to leave.
After a while of showing him around the place whilst he ate, I noticed his tired yawn, and decided to show him to his room. Needless to say, he was impressed, well initially, after that, he was mostly just scared and weirded out.
"So, what is your favourite colour? Also, would you like a television in your room? Do you want anything in particular for your room?" I questioned in the hopes of getting the specifics for his room.
He smiled strangely at me and replied, "I don't particularly mind, no and no,"
"Okay then, follow me," I walked towards a door marked with 'do not enter' sign, painted onto a wooden board with red dripping blood, and gestured for him to open it.
"Uh, but it says not to," he stated dumbly.
"Well, I had already decided I wanted a really cool partner, so I surmised that is the sort of thing that they would mark their door with, I can dispose of it if you want," I reached for the nail pincers that I had lying by his door, in case of this scenario.
"Wait, no!" he said, catching my wrist gently, then pulling away abruptly, looking down slightly, "It looks really cool, thanks Maka, but you don't have to go to all this trouble, just for me. I would have been fine on the floor,"
He looked up again and grinned, "Besides, a cool guy like me can make do with anything!"
We both laughed a little at this until he yawned again.
"Oh, right, have a look inside Soul, I hope you like it!" I started to bounce up and down in excitement.
He cautiously opened the door and stepped inside. The first thing he spotted was the wall sized window, framed with heavy red curtains, then to the left side of the room, a pristine white grand piano, and to the right, a simple double bed.
There were a few cabinets and a modest wardrobe along the walls and on a table in the corner of the room, where usually a vase of flowers would be placed was a record player.
He gawked somewhat at the room before going over to the piano and brushing a hand along the keys and sitting down at the stool. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out two hand written manuscripts and a few old music books.
Placing one manuscript on the piano, and placing the books and second paper under the chair, he began to play another haunting melody.
At its end, I spoke, "That was beautiful Soul,"
We sat in companionable silence until I noticed him yawn once more "Hey, it's around four thirty, why don't you sleep for a few hours, I'll wake you up at dinner. Do you want to order take away, go out somewhere, or try one of my signature dishes?" I said, grinning at the last part.
"Whatever's easiest," he drawled as I left the room.
Closing the door, I heard the sound of him closing the blinds and jumping onto the bed, rolling off, then jumping on once more, muttering something about it being 'so soft'.
"Hmm," I thought to myself aloud as I wandered into the kitchen, "I wander what he would eat… He seems pretty laid-back, and appeared to enjoy those instant noodles so maybe… I know, Pizza!"
I raced around the kitchen, assembling a dough as quickly as I could so I could set it to rise. Once that was done I got to work on the tomato base and preparing the toppings. After an hour, the dough had fully risen and I set to work making both halves of it pizza shaped. I was about to start with the toppings whilst the dough crisped in the pizza oven, when I got an idea. Weapons and meisters have to learn to resonate their soul wavelengths with each other, and the easiest way learn to do that, is by first bonding somewhat, and what better way, than over pizza?!
Tiptoeing down to his room, I knocked louder than was necessary and shouted, "Hey Soul! I need your help with something!"
I heard a yelp, then a muffled cry, then some sliding, then a thump, then a quietly pained moan. In other words, he had fallen out of bed. What a spaz.
He opened the door and started saying something, but I paid him no heed, instead, dragging him to the kitchen, where our fresh pizza bases were waiting.
"Woah, Maka, these smell incredible! Did you… did you make the base yourself?" he asked in awe.
"Of course, dummy! This way is far better than those stupid take away pieces of stale bread with hardly enough toppings to feed a mouse," I paused, before smiling happily at him, daring him to resist my infectious happiness, "And so, I decided that we would put on the toppings together!"
He smiled, he couldn't help it, "Sure. Sounds fun Maka,"
I decided to make mine a simple Hawaiian pizza, with ham, pineapple and cheese, and I could see he was making the same. Looking sideways at the dough, I got a strange idea. Rearranging the pineapple, I formed a jagged smile, two eyes, a nose, a headband and spikey hair, covering it quickly, to hide it from its living likeness.
I looked over at Souls' cheese covered pizza and asked if it was ready. He nodded in confirmation so I picked up my pizza board, and shoved both pizzas into the oven.
"These'll be ready in about fifteen minutes, and I set a timer so I don't forget about them, so what would you like to do in the mean time?" I asked.
"I know!" he said excitedly, "It'll take about that long, but you have to wait elsewhere, it's a surprise, so go nowhere near the living room, kitchen, dining room, or… actually, just stay in your room,"
Begrudgingly obeying, I trudged despondently to my room, intent on resisting peeking at him as he works.
I shall take this time to explain something to you.
Now you see, I have a… contrasting soul. You see, it is the soul of a weapon and a meister, along with a kishin. But it is also a grigori soul, the soul of the angels, which carries the anti-madness wavelength. As I semi-explained before, my grigori soul can mask the kishin powers I carry, but it also does something else… two somethings. The first something, is that it absorbs any and all madness, meaning up against a witch or fellow kishin, their powers start to drain, and the madness wavelength in the air is dispersed.
The second something comes in handy after that. It controls my actions and part of my thought process. As grigori souls are forces of goodness, but the madness contained within my soul is a force of light, the grigori soul and the madness had to come to some sort of agreement. This agreement is that everything I do and say and thing is a thing of insanity, of madness, but it is the grigori soul that is doing these thing, and controlling when, how and in what way they are done. Say for example, I come across a witch. The madness says to cut her nose off and pull her jaw apart. I do just that, but by cutting the witches head off in such a way that her jaw bone is severed.
So in summary, I can absorb all the madness I choose, but it is just that, absorbed, meaning introverted into my soul, becoming a part of myself. But this doesn't show, because my grigori soul makes me pretend to be normal. Needless to say, however, my souls passing idea of normal is way below how I have been acting in the mean-time, this current me is very much restrained.
What Stein wouldn't give to dissect my soul.
My alarm went off after fifteen minutes and I heard Soul remove the pizzas from the oven, having heard the alarm also. I heard his light and careful footsteps pad gently into the dining room where he placed the pizzas and three other things then called my name.
"Coming," I shouted in reply, running to the table. As I sat down, I noticed two things. One, there were two reddish drinks, one in front of each of us, and a jug filled with the same liquid set on the table. Two, Soul was grinning madly, obviously excited, leading me to assume that he had made the drinks.
To make sure, I asked, "Did you…?" before trailing of, gesturing at the drinks.
Soul nodded wildly, "Try it, I'm sure you'll love it!"
Seeing as he was obviously quite proud and very much enjoying his own, I thought it wouldn't hurt to try. Cautiously taking a sip, I was shocked to find the drink to be a delightfully sweet and bitter concoction of what seemed to be strawberry, watermelon and grape juice, which left a slightly heated after taste, probably cinnamon, and something else. The drink was wildly exotic and delicious, yet it had a hint of something familiar, and trying to think of that something was driving me batty.
"Oh my goodness Soul! This is delicious! But, what is that taste? It seems familiar somehow, what did you put in this, apart from the strawberry, watermelon, grape and cinnamon?"
He seemed surprised and replied, "That is some tongue you have there, but to answer your question, I don't know. I used to make drinks like these for my brother and family, but they never noticed it before, I thought it was my imagination, but everything that I made had that taste. It often drives me mad thinking about it, that taste, but at the same time, it's really delicious too,"
"I agree, it's almost like…" I stop, shocked.
"What is it Maka?" he askes, concerned before stopping for the same reason.
"You made my face!" we both then say in unison.
"That is such an adorably Maka face Soul, it looks so cute!"
"Oh my god, the headband! It's perfect," he laughs.
"I'd say be both captured each other's essence perfectly! We both deserve to dig in after working so hard," I giggle.
"Agreed," he spoke shortly through a mouthful of pizza.
We talked for a while, but there was something nagging at the back of my mind. It was so close I could smell it, but just as I nearly figured out what it was, there was a ringing sound.
"Hiya, howdy, hello there, hi!" called an annoyingly comical sounding reaper from the mirror overlooking the table.
"Hey Lord Death, what's up?"
"Miss Albarn, I would like to ask a favour of you, see, there is a rampaging pre-kishin a few miles east of your apartment. I would like to ask you to go and kill it for me. I would ask Spirit here, but as you can see, he's a bit… preoccupied," the screen changed to show a still star-struck death-scythe, rocking back and forwards in a crouch, "I don't think he will change any time soon either, so I'm sending you instead, think you can handle it?"
"Sure, but what about kid?" I asked.
"I tried sending him, but he said that he couldn't go until he found identical weapons, preferably pistols, but swords or daggers would be acceptable also. I showed him images of every single registered weapon in death city, but he turned down each of them," the reaper sighed, "Oh well. You'd best be off now. Bring Soul Eater with you, I think he should see you fight before you fight with him. Bye!"
The image in the mirror faded and Maka stood up.
"Come on then soul, we can clear up later, right now we have a pre-kishin to kill,"
They raced each other on their motorbikes, to the location of the kishin when they heard shots fired. Hopping from their bikes, they saw two figures struggling against the pre-kishin, both female and both seemingly weapons, what with how they were taking turns in turning into guns.
The youngest of them jerked her head in the direction we were hidden and shouted to her sister, "Maka's here, and someone else, let's go!"
The two girls made off towards Maka and Soul.
"Hey, can you two take care of him for me? And make sure he watches, he's my weapon and I'd like him to see me on my own. This'll be the easiest way to explain anyway," the two girls nodded in sync and turned to a confused Soul.
They both said something to him which I didn't catch as I strolled out to meet the kishin. It was an odd looking thing, sort of only half there. It seemed to be some sort of starfish like monster, a sort shapeless bloated form with six or so spindly limbs protruding all over. But, there was something odd about it, the way it moved as if something was next to it. Ah well, no time to check with my soul perception.
Calming myself, I drew my right foot back, my right hand fisted at a ninety-degree angle to my feet, my left fisted at my right shoulder. Bracing my right foot against the ground, I shot forwards in sync with the pre-kishin, sliding as it jumped over me. When it was at the pinnacle of its jump, I shot upwards once more, this time flipping upside down to send a blade protruding from my foot into its underbelly. We both landed a few meters apart, me slightly bored, the pre-kishin in extreme pain.
We rushed forwards once more, this time neither of us jumping, and as the pre-kishin sent a limb my way, I travelled around it, delivering a blow to whatever the heck that was that I hit. This time however, for the time my fist was in contact with its body, green tinted black and dark grey zig-zagged blades burst from the monsters body from all angles, each circling the body once before retreating. I take a step back, and then another as the body starts to fall apart, and then burst and shrink into ribbons, leaving only it's reddened soul.
I turned to where they were watching and did a flamboyant bow, shouting, "Ta da!"
Loud clapping came from all three figures until one of the three (It was Soul) shouted, "Hang on wait, what the hell! I thought you were a meister!"
"I am," I replied happily, "You see, remember that red head with the silly cross tie that was rocking back and forwards dazed in the mirror? Yeah, that was Spirit Albarn, Death Scythe and my father. The one who made him so, in both cases, was my mother, who is a three star meister. Therefore, I am both, as both genes were passed down, and, as my weapon blood awakened a few years ago, I made myself a death scythe. But I prefer being a meister, it suits me better,"
"Woah, that's cool," Soul said in an awed tone, obviously fine with the whole thing.
"Yup, our Maka is the coolest!" said the youngest of the twins, Patty. At the time, she was around twelve, her sister Liz, fourteen, a year older than Soul and I.
"Yup, that's our Maka, always saving our sorry behinds," Liz was about to continue when there was a ringing noise, originating from Makas' motorcycle.
Walking over to it I hastily pulled out the pocket mirror I kept in there, and was met with the ever comical Lord Death.
"What is it now?" I asked impatiently.
"Why are you not fighting the pre-kishin? I assumed Soul would pick up," he asked confused.
"What do you mean, I…" I stopped and scanned the area with my soul perception and cursed lightly, "I'll call you back,"
Turning to the others I shouted, "Get down, there's two of them," and we all ducked just in time to miss the serrated blades fly over our heads, only visible for a second before vanishing.
"Okay, everyone, this is not a drill, Liz! Patty! Transform in the corner and stay like that for as long as possible as you cannot see the second pre-kishin, I'm going to try to get as many hits in as I can with soul, hopefully enough to weaken it to visibility. Once I do, aim for the spaces the blades are coming from, that should destroy them. Soul! This time, you're gonna help me fight this thing. Can you complete a full transformation?" he nodded, "Good, this will be your first field test. If and when we kill the monster, you can eat its soul,"
As I said this, something stirred in my mind.
"I'm sorry, what?! Nobody told me I had to eat anyone's soul!"
"Your name is Soul Eater, and you've never eaten a soul," I said, and at this, it clicked, "I think you'll like them, they will seem quite… familiar tasting. Anyway, transform now. Once I'm holding you, you should be able to see the pre-kishin like I can. Ready?"
He nodded once more gripped my hand and transformed. In the fraction of a second it took for me to observe his weapon form and commit it to memory, I saw that he was once more perfectly suited to me in every way. The red and black zig-zag pattern, reminiscent of my own, but in black and red, and the eye pattern on the hilt near the blade, wonderfully reminiscent of the kishin mark. And in that moment that our souls touched for the first time, we saw a glimpse of each other's madness, and were truly bonded.
Once the apparent glow from this process faded, I looked into the eye of the blade and then at the blade itself, noticing Souls reflection there. It was only then that I realised that he would be without clothes and looked away, blushing more than a little, thinking, 'damn, he's hot. If I were any other meister, I would scold myself for thinking that, but still… he really is quite the looker,'
I looked back at him, my thoughts now focused on the pre-kishin, "Okay Soul, can you see it now?"
"Yeah, it's really ugly," he replied, voice slightly warped.
"Analyse it, describe it to me, and then point out its weaknesses,"
"What, we're doing this now?! Are you crazy?!" he shouted in disbelief.
"Actually, yes. But don't worry, you have about a minute until the blades reach us again, now go!"
"Okay," he started, "It looks like some sort of canvas covered pillar, with staircase spiralling serrated blades and arms that will likely try to hold onto you and keep you still. It goes slow because it has no need for speed due to its invisibility. Its weak spots would be any place on the actual pillar, or in the spaces the blades protrude from,"
"Correct, mostly, it's hessian, you can tell by the frayed fibres, otherwise, A+++. Anyway, where should we attack first?"
"Duck under the bottom blade, then attack the base first," he replied quickly.
"I'm impressed Soul, that is indeed the best course of action. Here it comes," I duck underneath and run for the centre and attempt to cut as much of the pillar off as I can, without being pulled in by the arms. Within the minute, it becomes visible and Liz and Patty start firing. A minute later it's dead and its soul is in Souls shaking hands, the soul I gathered before in Pattys (I had been alternating between each sister, giving them the souls I take from pre-kishins in the area that they help with. So far, they are on eight each).
"I feel silly asking this, but how do I eat it?" Soul asked.
"Oh, that's easy. You eat it like this," Patty interrupted, stalking over to the two of us and holding up the soul, and demonstrating.
"Okay then," Soul tried, swallowing the soul whole.
"Wow, that tastes really good! And your right Maka, it does seem familiar somehow," he said, still not putting the pieces together.
I saw the two sisters about to leave when I remembered, "Hey, Liz, Patty, wait a sec! I was just wondering, could you both turn into your weapon forms again, only for a minute, I just want to check something,"
"Sure Maka," Liz said, as they changed.
I examined them closely, before telling them they could change back, "Your both completely identical, right?"
"Yeah, why?" they said in unison, giggling slightly when they realised this.
"Because, a friend of mine is looking for a pair of perfectly identical weapons, preferably pistols, to turn into death scythes. Would you be willing to become his weapons? I will warn you though, he has serious OCD, obsessed with symmetry, but I have a feeling, you two would make a game out of it. It would include food and lodgings as well as showers whenever you wish, so long as you time them for a multiple of eight minutes,"
"Sounds good to me, what do you think Patty?" Liz smiled.
"Will I get a Giraffe toy!?" Patty demanded, causing Liz to face palm.
"Yes Patty, eight of them," I replied, completely honestly.
"Then I'm in! by the way, who's your friend?"
"His name is Death The Kid," I answered, "Son to Lord Death,"
Their expressions melted from neutral, to surprised, to confused, and then completely shocked.
"YOU MEAN THE SHINIGAMI!" they shouted.
I nodded.
"Okay then," Patty said happily.
"Sounds good," said Liz, following her sisters wise decision to just let it go.
"Perfect. When do you want to meet him?" I asked.
"How about tomorrow morning?" Liz suggested, looking to her sister for approval, "Just before school. We'll meet at your place at six, is that okay?"
"Perfect! See you then!" and with that, the two twin pistols wandered off to whatever alley they call home, all the while, Soul is just standing there happily, slightly drunk on evil soul.