(A/N) My first story, sorry if it sucks. I'm new at this sort of thing. So...Yeah, enjoy!
Disclaimer- No, I don't own Soul Eater. I don't own an Ipad. I don't own a poptart. But hey, I do own a very clicky pen.(click click click click)
"SOOOOOOOOUUUUUULLL!" Maka screamed at the laughing boy. She continued to run down the streets after her weapon. The white haired boy payed her threatening voice no attention, just continued to run snorting with with laughter, a small black bra high above his head.
Maka's bra.
She screamed in rage and fury as she gained up on him. Her emerald-green eyes were practically on fire. She lunged herself off of a statue gracefully into the air, her ash-blonde ponytails whipping in the air, and her blood boiled as the wind whistled around her.
Well, this is what she got for leaving her door open for more than 30 seconds while trying to get a different shirt from the laundry. Soul had taken the opportunity to take one of her bras. When he swept past the laundry room, laughing evilly, Maka went to go see what he was up to this time. Only to find he was running out the door with her bra in hands. It was black and had little pink bows on the straps and in the center. Maka had been chasing him for nearly an hour now..
Her foot stuck out in front of her. She yelled once before her foot hit Soul's head, hard. He fell to the ground with a crater in his head. Blood sprayed out like a fountain. Maka simply picked up her bra, hid it in her jacket, and walked back in the way of their apartment.
"Be back for dinner in ten!" she shouted over her shoulder.
Soul moaned and clutched his head where Maka had kicked him. This was almost as bad as a Maka-chop. He got to his feet, muttering curses under his breath. She didn't have to kick his brains out! He winced at the pain. He would have ran all the way back to the apartment, if only to get back at Maka sooner. But his head hurt way to much. He decided to just walk, and even if it took him more than ten minutes, he didn't care.
As Soul walked, he saw people stare at his head in worry. He simply glared at them with his crimson eyes. Almost all of them quickly turned away, afraid.
But when he was almost to his apartment, some chick was walking on the opposite side of the street, talking to a black haired guy next to her. The two looked worried when they talked, but Soul shrugged it off as a too serious couple. But there was something different about them.
The girl had dark blonde hair that went to her shoulders, but had two big chunks of lighter blonde hair in the front, and an equally long braid in the back with the darker hair. Some of the hairs in the front were tied in the back of her head in a little bun. She wore a mid sleeve black boat neck shirt that hung on her shoulders. Her chest was only slightly bigger than Maka's, Soul noticed, but maybe just a B cup. She had a thin waist and wore tight dark-blue jeans. Soul instantly snapped out of his staring daze at the girl ( who looked around his age.) and looked at the boy.
He had straight dark brown hair and green eyes, but much darker than Maka's. He looked a little taller than Soul, and about a half foot taller than the girl. He had on a black T-shirt and some baggy jeans. Both of them wore boots that looked ready to run on the spot.
When the girl noticed Soul looking at them, she placed a hand over the boy's mouth, her bright blue eyes narrowing. The boy gave her a confused look before shoving her hand away from his mouth. Soul's own eyes narrowed at the girl, his lips pulling back into a snarl, revealing his sharp and jagged teeth. The blonde seemed unfazed by it, just whispered something to her companion. He nodded once, then turned to Soul.
Soul wasn't worried about the fight that was coming on. This was most likely just some creepy girl sicking her boy on him from staring. Once the two got within ten feet from him, they did something that made his eyes open wide with shock.
The boy turned into a scythe with a flash of red light. It wasn't like Soul's blade, though. It was a thin black blade with a purple outline. A grey staff was built next to the blade. And a leather belt-like thing was vertically tied at the merging of the staff and blade. It was decorated with purple gems and each one glowed emensly. The girl caught the falling weapon from the sky with ease. She slashed through the air once before getting into a fighting stance, smirking the whole time.
"Ready to play, bitch?"
Maka had just got done cooking, and was sitting down eating while waiting for her weapon to come home. He was already ten minutes late than when she had told him to come back. She got worried when Soul was five minutes late, but now she was freaking out.
She was about to call his cell when her soul picked up on something. She curiously pushed her soul throughout the area, trying to find the source. She found many human souls, but nothing out of the ordinary. She dissmissed it and went back to getting her phone. Just as she hit the speed dial for Soul, her perception vibrating with a familiar sensation. Her eyes widened.
A witch
She stumbled getting her boots on and ran out the front door, zooming past confused looks as the meister rushed towards the witch's soul. It was just about as strong and powerfull she remembered Medusa's being. She cringed at the memory of how twisted that soul had been. She shook her head and kept running. Medusa was gone now, there would be no way for her to feel that wickedness again.
Maka reached the area where she had velt the soul, but she didn't think it was right. This girl was a meister, considering the weapon she was holding. But there was no mistaking the powerfull witch in her. I mean, sure, Kim was a witch, but she wasn't all that powerfull and had trained to become a meister. So Maka wondered why the hell such a powerfull witch was using a weapon instead of her magick. Whatever, that didn't matter. What mattered was that a witch (good or bad) was attacking-
She stopped dead when she saw who the girl was attacking.
"Soul!" she shouted at her partner. He payed her no attention, but she could tell he heard her. Maka ran into the middle of the battle, dodging the other scythe's attacks. She grabbed Soul's hand and watched him transform without any hesitation. She swung the scythe, blocking the other blade's attempt to chop off her head.
Soul shouted at his meister with fury. "MAKA WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING, RUNNING INTO A FIGHT LIKE THAT!"
Maka's anger flared up as well as she dodged the attacks. "I thought I would go help my weapon from a witch!" she snarled back. She got cut in her arm just a bit, the blood silently dripping onto the street.
"What!" Soul yelled from his weapon form. "You mean to tell me that girl over there is a witch?" Maka nodded slightly while laping into the air. "I am SO DONE with these fucking witches!"
Maka landed, closer to the young woman, who looked about a half foot taller than herself. She swung Soul's weapon form to slash away the other scythe from the witch's grasp. She put a boot firmly on the girl's stomach, not entirely crushing her. The other scythe transformed and rushed towards his meister, saying something like 'damn that bitch' under his breath. Soul (now in his human form) pinned down the boy, pressing him to the ground.
Maka looked down at the girl, expecting to see a look of defeat. But instead she was greeted by a smirk. Maka furrowed her eyebrows before hearing the girl shout to her partner. "SLASH! PLAN B!"
Maka had no time to think before a flutter of bats swirrled around both the enemy weapon and meister, only leaving air left. She fell to the ground, hitting it hard. Soul instantly went over to his injured partner.
"Maka, you ok?" Soul looked at the small scrape on her upper arm and winced. He shouldn't have let her get hurt, no matter how small the wound was. 'this is so uncool' he thought to himself.
Maka let out a small grunt before getting her thin self up from the pavement. "Yeah, I'm fine," she grumbled. She started walking in the direction of Shibusen.
"Um, where do you think you're going?" Soul called out to her.
"To tell Lord Death about the witch!" she yelled back, the distance between them growing.
Soul ran to catch up to her. "No you're not. You're coming home so we can clean up that cut before it gets infected."
Maka simply kept walking. "But he needs to know! And not through some stupid mirror, either. What if innocent people die because of this witch, Soul?" she gave him her puppy-dog eyes, and he finally gave in.
"Fine," he sighed, "I'll call Kidd and ask him if he'll inform Lord Death. Now can we go home?"
Maka looked pleased but didn't move when Soul tugged on her arm. He glared at her and tugged again.
"Call Kidd," she stated. "Now."
"It can wait 'till we get home, Maka."
"I said call him now!"
"No."
"Makaaaaa."
"Shit."
"CHOP!"
Soul fell to the ground, a book lodged into his skull. Maka calmly picked her book back up and wiped the blood off of it. She tucked it into her jacket and put her hands on her hips.
"MAKA!" Soul shouted at her. She smirked at him. "WHERE THE HELL DID THAT BOOK COME FROM!"
She smiled wider now. "It's a secret. Now. Call. Kidd."
Soul growled out of frustration and flipped open his cell. He punched in the young Shinigami's number and waited exactly eight rings before someone answered.
"Yes?" Kidd's voice came in through the speaker.
"Maka wants me to tell you that there's a witch running on Death City's streets. Wondering if you could go tell Lord Death."
Pause. "ANOTHER WITCH?" Soul winced as he took the phone away from his ear.
"Yeah, another witch. Gonna answer my question?"
"What? Oh yes, I will inform my father." Then the line went dead. Soul sighed and put his phone away. Maka grinned and skipped away to their apartment. Soul sighed again and shook his head, chuckling softly.
"Typicall."
"So, Meister Maka and her weapon have run into a new witch, huh?" Lord Death cocked his odd masked head to the side.
Kidd nodded to his father. "A powerfull one, according to Maka." (Kidd had called back asking for the details after throwing a fit over the fact that there was another witch in town)
The Shinagami clapped his extremely large hands together. "Well, I'm sure it's not much to worry about!"
Kidd sweat-dropped. "Gahhh..."
Then the reaper sent his son out of the room. Stein laughed slightly, smoke blowing out in puffs. "So, you're not going to tell him about his new classmate?"
Lord Death just replied with a "What Kidd doesn't know won't hurt him."
He went to his mirror and phoned in his newest member of the school. It pinged slightly, sending out small vibrations along the mirror's surface. Suddenly a fourteen year old girl appeared on the screen, bright blue eyes full of wonder.
"Yes Lord Death?" she asked.
"Dammit, Thyce, is that the wierd skull dude again?" A deep voice said in the backround.
The girl spun around, her short hairs whipping out viciously. "Shut up Slash!" She turned back to her small impact mirror. "Sorry Lord Death. Slash was just being...Slash. What was it that you needed?"
"Yo, Yo! Wassuuuup? Just checking in on you and your weapon, being sure that you haven't taken down my city yet."
Thyce's eyes widened slightly and the back of her neck heated up. She was glad she couldn't actually blush. "Uh...y-you heard about that?" she asked nervously.
Earlier she had run into a surprisingly strong meister with her weapon. She wasn't meaning to get into any fights, but the guy was staring at her, and she'd heard about some rogue meisters and weapons... One thing led to another and eventually she decided to use her witch powers to escape. It had taken a lot out of her and now they were in bed for the night at a hotel. Unfortunately for her, there was only one bed and both refused to sleep on the floor. You'd think that her trusty weapon would have gone, Hey, how 'bout I just sleep on the floor while you get the bed to yourself? But no, being the perv he was, and being the stubborn bitch she was, they ended up in the same bed.
The Shinigami nodded. "Yes, you attacked two of my students." He seemed to shake his head, but it was hard to see behind that mask. "Too bad, I thought you and Meister Maka would have made wonderfull friends. Both smart, strong souls..."
"I'm so sorry Lord Death. It's just with all the rumors around about rogue meisters and weapons, and he was looking at me and Slash funny, and-"
"Well, no one died, so it's all right!" The reaper clasped his hands together once again. "You and Slash have a good night, Meister Thyce!" And with that, the young witch stared at her reflection once again. She sighed, then threw it on the floor. Slash grumbled something and twisted to face Thyce's back.
"What did the freak want this time?" He mumbled.
She swatted him lightly with the back of her hand. "Lord Death wanted to check in on everything, make sure we were in the city ok, blah blah blah." She grinded her teeth together. "And to address us for our battle earlier."
Slash's eye brows furrowed. "Why would he care? Thought they were a couple of rogues..."
"Nope. Apparently some of his students. And I think the girl's name was Marka, or something like that. I don't know, but he wasn't to mad. I'm just surprised he trusts us so much, considering our past..."
Slash flicked her in the neck, right where the heat always went to instead of her cheeks. He remembered when they had first become partners. He was always embaressing or teasing her, but she never blushed. He had asked why she didn't, but the witch only laughed. "I don't blush," she had simply stated. But that wasn't a good enough answer, as he bullied it out of her, tickling her until she cried. "Okay, o-okay! I'll tell y-you why! Just stop t-tickling me!" Turned out that the back of her neck and the very tops of her shoulders always got heated and turned a light shade of pink. He had laughed the first time he had actually noticed her neck turn red, and found it was her very sensative spot. So when he flicked it, it meant he was serious. Tickling it was different though...
"Don't even go there. That was the past, this is now. We've both changed since then, and that's all that matters. Understood?" He wasn't joking around. They had both come a long way since then. Nothing could change the fact that they were bathed in light now.
She gulped down a lump in her throat, determained not to cry again, especially in front of Slash. Her past always did this to her. She smiled faintly and snuggled closer into her pillow. "Yeah. Understood."
He laughed. "Good. Now shut your damn mouth so I can get to sleep." Slash rolled onto his stomach, content with the quiet. Until the blankets were ripped violently from his grasp, leaving him in just his sleeping shorts, shivering from the sudden coldness. "What the Hell?" He shouted at her.
Thyce giggled and pulled the sheets and quilts closer to her body. "Then go sleep on the floor like I told you to." He grumbled unhappily but got out of the bed, dragging the pillow with him. She giggled some more and handed him one of the two quilts wrapped around her body. He took it from her hand and threw the pillow onto the carpet. Mumbling the time about how this was so unfair he plopped onto the floor.
Thyce rolled to the center of the bed, pleased with herself. She went on her side, looking at her weapon trying to sleep on the uncomfortable floor. He rolled this way and that, trying to find a position that would please himself. Finally he stopped moving, turned in the direction of his witch of a meister. She was looking at him with an amused expression on her face. And she still wore her very large T-shirt. She looked way too smug.
He growled. "Next time, I so get the bed."
Ok, what did you think? Did it suck? Did it rock? What needs to be inmproved? Should I continue the story? Should I work on another one? Should I try rewriting this one?
QUESTIONS THAT MUST BE ANSWERED!
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