Just thought about this one on the bus, listening to Dogfight my M.O.V.E.. For some odd reason, I could NOT stop thinking about InuYasha. And, of course, I was thinking about my ultimate favorite anime show, Soul Eater. Then, out of nowhere, I heard InuYasha's voice go through my head: "What the hell are you ramblin' on about?" I stared out the window, thinking I could put this in a FanFic...and I had all of these ideas go through my head at once. I HAD to do this! I hope you like it! X3
DISCLAIMER: I do not own InuYahsa OR Soul Eater!If I did, then Soul Eater would have never stopped, and Shippo would have had a sister named Silver! XP
"Today, you lucked out," It was Stein. "No dissecting of the birds today. What I have planned isn't a whole lot better, but I'm sure some of you guys will enjoy this assignment."
"Will we get paid, AT ALL?" Kim's voice called out.
Stein shook his head, grinning. "No, sorry, Kim" --you could hear a whispered 'DAMN-IT!' in the background-- "but a nice portion of you are going to Tokyo for a month to dispatch the twelve Kishins wreaking havoc there."
Black Star stood up tall on his middle-row desk. "Yahoo! Tokyo! I can't wait!"
Tsubaki make a failed attempt to make his wild weapon sit back down. "Black Star! Sit down, please!" she muttered through clenched teeth. After Black Star made to attempt to listen to his patient partner, Tsubaki sighed and threw a ninja star at Black Star's forehead. Immediately the persistent boy plopped down in his seat, yanking a bloody, pointy metal object from his forehead. "Thank you." Tsubaki said, smiling.
A good portien of the room started laughing. Stein put a hand up, and one by one, everybody started calming down. After silence, Stein continued, "The following people will be going to Tokyo. The teachers will be myself, Death Scythe, Sid, Naigus, Marie, and Azusa."
Maka flashed a look at Soul, excitement blazing in her forest-green eyes. Soul half-grinned back, and they looked back at the nutty professor, who had begun going down the list of names.
"Tsubaki, Black Star, Maka, Soul, Death the Kid, Liz and Patty, Kim, Jackie, Ox..." The names went on and on. Only a few people stayed behind, and those kids were not happy campers. "I wanna go to Tokyo, too!" one wailed.
"Now, now, students. Don't get too excited or bummed." --Black Star stood up in his seat again, but this time withdrew when Tsubaki asked him to-- "Those of you staying behind are in for a treat, yourselves."
Whatever that might have been, it was too late to announce it, for the bell rang. Stein was rudely interrupted. "Wait, class!" --Everybody froze-- "Those of you chosen to go, we are leaving, we leave tomorrow at seven--"
"MAKE IT EIGHT, PLEEEAAAASE!" Kid wailed. Liz pulled him back down to Earth by his shoulders, while Patty was childishly laughing her head off. Liz gave an apologetic smile to Dr. Stein, and he continued.
"At seven-thirty AM. Be there before then, and you will still go. Those of you not going, Lord Death has something in mind for you. Go to the Death room when dismissed." Everybody looked anxious to leave, so he snickered and dismissed the class.
"Can you believe it!" Maka said, slamming open the door to Soul and her shared apartment. "TOKYO! NOBODY in DWMA history has gotten to go to Tokyo!"
Soul glared at his excited partner. "Getting excited about a trip to a dirty city to destroy enemies is uncool." he sighed, "Really, Maka. Are you that excited about something as boring as this?"
Maka rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't get it, Soul." she retorted, "It's very exciting, no matter how 'uncool' you think it is. I'm going to go cook dinner, any requests?"
The silver haired scythe boy shut the door and smirked. "Anything but fish. How about pasta?"
Maka nodded. "Pasta it is!"
"SOUL-KUUUUUN!" Guess who THAT was? The one and only non-witch kitty-girl, Blair. With a death grip on Soul, she spattered, "How was your day? Can I watch you do your homework? Will you play with me?"
The silver haired weapon received a nose bleed from the pair of breasts in his face. Pushing the sex kitten away from him, he muttered, "Bad, no, and NO."
"But why-hy-hy-hy?" Blair whined, "Is Blair-chan un-attractive to my scythy boy?"
"Makaaaaaaa...CHOP!" The signature attack echoed through the apartment, followed by the groaning of a temporarily unconcious boy.
The sometimes sadistic blonde smirked. Blair bristled, changed herself into her cat form that she liked calling "Bu-Tan", and leaped out the window as if afraid of getting chopped next. Two feet to the left and on the floor, the bloody head of Soul's rose slowly, then snarled. "What the hell, Maka! It was Blair's fault! That's not cool, Maka!"
Maka walked away, making her way into the kitchen. She opened the cabitnet, grabbed angel-hair spagetti noodles and un-touched tomato sause, and set them on the counter. The sore scythe huffed and plopped on the couch, grabbing the TV remote. "Can this day get ANY less cool?"
Dinner: uncool for Soul. Blair kept pestering him about skipping school the next day to "have some fun" with her. Chills ran up and down poor Soul's back, and he excused himself early from the dinner table. Maka ate the rest of his dinner, while Blair stuck with her share. No leftovers that night...Maka must have been hungry.
Bu-Tan took up her usual place on the couch that night. Maka went to bed early, for the lack of homework allowed her for a change. She wanted to get to the academy on time, for you KNOW how excited the blonde is about her next vacation. Soul always argued that it's just more battles against more Kishins, but Maka doesn't care--it's still Tokyo.
Night time: NASTY!--new moon, thunder and lightning, constantly exclaimed yelps from the main room. The scared cat slept with none other than Soul that night, but only on the foot of Soul's bed...she wasn't looking forward to another Maka Chop, no matter who it was meant for.
The Scythe-Meister had trouble sleeping, not only because of the obnoxious noises, but she was way to excited to be tired, as if her birthday or other exciting special occasion took place the next day (which...one did). Soul had no trouble sleeping for some miraculous reason.
Morning time: hectic. Clothes flew everywhere in Maka's room. It was six-fourty AM, and she had only just waken up. It was new for Maka to have trouble finding clothes on a school day. "Crud-crud-crud-CRUD!"
The red-eyed scythe knocked softly on the open door of the blonde's room. "You're not having a seizure in there, are you?"
"No, I can't find my school out--" --snatches her cloak from the hanger-- "nevermind! Soul, we've gotta--"
Playful Blair glomped Soul, who toppled over onto his green-eyed meister. "Pleaaasssse, Soul-kun! I don't want you to leeeaaavvve!" she waiked, clinging to the boy under her.
"Blair, get OFF of me!" Soul said crossly, getting up with such force that Blair fell off of his back.
"Unfortunately for you," growled Maka, "We're gonna be gone for awhile this time. You have to make yourself at home here and...I coun't care less if you helped out the DWMA while we're off. But you CAN'T go." She got up and glared at the cat-girl. "Got it?"
Blair bristled in alarm. "Y-yes, Maka-chan... I-I'll just go get some fish from the nice man now..." With that, she dived out of Maka's bedroom window as Bu-Tan.
"Thank Shinigami you were there for that, Maka," Soul said, relveived. "That cat was BEGGING me to kill her."
"No time, Soul, let's GO!" The frantic meister grabbed her weapon by the arm and trotted out of her door.
"Damn-it, Maka, you're lucky I'm dressed!"
Not even time for breakfast that morning. The trip to Tokyo was boring and miserable, and took on a lightning-fast cloud of fire (Maka and Soul had yet to figure out how didn't burn). Lord Death gave each person going some money for food, which Soul was releived about, but Maka was getting annoyed to death by the scythe's constant complaints of being hungry. The excited meister finally shut him up by telling him it was severely uncool to ramble on about hunger. Thank Shinigami!
"Uh, Maka?"
Oh, great, more complaints... "Yeah, Soul?"
"Y-your dad apparently came along..."
OH, CRAP. "B-but I thought he was suppoed to stay back at Shibusen and help Lord Death on whatever!" she said, chills running up her back as she relized her crazed papa was leaning on her shoulder.
"MAKAAA!" wailed the Death Scythe. "MAKA, DON'T GO TO TOKYOOO! You might get hu-hu-hu-hurrrt!"
"Ngh..." The irritated blonde pulled out her book, getting ready for a nice chop, when the not-so-solid floor started to dissapear, and everyone on it with the exception of Jackie and Kim fell to the ground, that was thankfully five feet below them. Maka landed on her feet as well as her father, while Soul, Tsubaki, and the other weapons landed on their butt, grumbling.
Death the Kid looked thoughtful as he looked around at the meisters and weapons clustered on the dirty ground. "The meisters landed on their feet, but the weapons landed on their backside. Interesting," he remarked.
Maka barely heard him. She was dazzled--huge buildings, neon lights, ordinary people. "Tokyo! We're here!"
"Ya-hooo!" A certain blue-haired meister yowled, and a mob of meisters and weapons scattered, cheering.
Is that a cat? A fat calico cat wandered into a shrine of some sort off to the side. Behind it, there were trees. Curious, Maka walked towards it, curious to see where the stray is going.
"Hey, Maka, where you wanderin' off too?" Soul called, catching up with his meister.
Maka shrugged. "I want to see where this cat is going."
Soul stared at her with dull eyes, but gave in and followed into the shrine. It was rather dark, and the cat had dissapeared. "The cat's somewhere else. We should go find the Kishins, Maka."
"No...I think it went into this well."
"When did you lose half of your brain cells?"
Maka ignored her weapon's rather rude comment. When hasn't he been curious? The curious meister walked slowly towards the well, careful not to trip or step on anything, and opon reaching it, a voice came from behind. "Buya! Not in here again!" it said. A little boy's voice, maybe sixth grade. An older voice, a female, came next, but this time saying, "Bye, Grandpa!" She sounded about fourteen or sixteen, maybe in between. Both of them ran into the dark room.
Maka's first instinct was to run, but she just froze. Most likly they wouldn't come near the well, for they were most likly looking for their cat. But she could see the silhoette of the teenage girl running nearer and nearer--coming towards the well! Soul grabbed the frozen meister's arm and yanked, but they would get caught one way or another. By the time the girl was within two feet of the partners, they both were sure she was blind. And finally, blindly of course, teen ran into them, sending Maka falling backwards, tripping over the wooden wall, and falling head first into the well.
"MAKAAAA!"
This wasn't TOO long, right? I was trying my hardest to make it as short as possible, but I have a feeling I rushed the end of this. I really want to finish this story before I forget my climax and plott! So...please reveiw? If I get at least three from three different people, I will start on the next chapter. X3 Thanks for reading!
Oh, and about the cat--Buya--I am only guessing at the name... much less the spelling... And I repeated the well thing halfway, didn't I? UGH! I am TERRIBLE at this! Feedback, please, peeps! D'X