I own neither Soul Eater nor Fullmetal Alchemist.
"It's close!" Maka said, running along the dirt roads of the countryside.
"Then let's do this. Which one is this, Soul number eighteen?"
"Nineteen. You were close." The meister smiled and jumped over a fence, landing softly in the grass. "It's in there," she noted, staring at what looked to be a house.
The pair were on a special mission, in some country called Amestris. Hopefully they could collect all the souls they needed and be on their way. They had already collected 18 souls from this country, and they had only a few left.
Maka kicked the door down and looked around. The first thing she saw was a girl around her age, cowering in the corner. But, as she squinted further into the darkness, she saw that the Kishin egg had some sort of invisibility around it.
"Hey!" she called to it, "why don't you come after me instead?" She spun Soul around her fingers.
The monster turned, losing its veil for a brief second. It extended a claw towards the meister, who swiped it away easily. She charged, dodging another attack before slicing it in half. The Kishin egg disappeared, and a red soul floated in place. It lit the room somewhat, illuminating Maka and the girl.
Maka smiled at her and extended a hand. "I won't hurt you. My mame is Maka Albarn."
The girl took it and stood up. "Thanks. Winry Rockbell. You don't look to be from around here."
"We're not. We're here for... business."
"We?" the girl asked. She walked over and turned on the light.
"Oh. This is my partner, Soul." Maka held up her scythe.
"Wow, mind if I see that?"
"I guess not. Though you might have a tough time holding him." She handed him over.
The mechanic took it and almost dropped it on the ground, it was so heavy. But her eyes sparkled as she examined it.
"What a beautiful scythe! And after a few adjustments..." She dug her wrench from her pocket.
Immediately the weapon lit up and Soul stood in its place. "Hey! I'm not your experiment. A cool weapon like me can't be modified."
Winry's eyes widened. "Wha-"
Soul walked over and ate the floating soul whole. "Nineteen. Come on Maka, let's split."
Maka looked to her weapon and back to Winry. "Sorry, he's just like that."
Winry shook her head, deciding to ignore what just happened. She had seen crazier things.
"Winry? Who are these people? And why are they here so late at night?"
The three of them turned to see a blond boy in the doorway, about the same age as them, maybe a year older. He wore a shirt and boxers, but what was noticeable about him was the metal leg he had.
"None of your business. Go back to bed, Ed," Winry said. Maka waved and Soul gave a nod.
Edward looked at Soul. "What, is this your boyfriend or something-"
"Shut up! I barely know him!" the mechanic argued. She hurled her wrench at him, hitting him right on the head. He fell to the floor, a fountain of blood spurting from the wound.
"He'll be fine. But, if you too have to catch more of those things, whatever they were, you should get going." She smiled. "It was nice meeting you."
Soul nodded. "We still have like six left. Come on, Maka," he said, walking out the door.
Maka waved a goodbye and followed her weapon. The gears in her head were turning.
The mechanic would never forget the time her life was saved by those two, nor would she ever know she helped to invent what is now known as the Maka chop.
