Bewitched and Bewildered
Okay, so this is a SoulxOC romance story. If you don't like it then you shouldn't have clicked on it. Please forgive me in advance for any spelling mistakes. Everything will most likely be written when I'm half asleep near midnight. Anyway, this is about a mission that Soul and Maka go on that change everything. Soul, DWMA, the way witches are seen, and even the world. Soul and Maka are taking a mission to kill a witch in a small town in the middle of Ontario. They expect to find everything in mayhem with an evil nut job killing people. What they do find is a normal teenage girl who has no idea of what she is. What will happen to this seemingly normal girl when Death himself doesn't know what to do?
I don't own Soul Eater. I only own the plot and idea for this story.
Chapter 1
Prologue
Everything was quiet on the empty roads that wound through the forest. Well, except for the orange motorcycle that blurred as it sped by. The two people on the motorcycle weren't in any particular hurry; that was just the way that Soul drove. He thought it was "uncool to listen to speed limits." His meister, Maka, just held on for dear life. She wasn't stupid enough to Maka Chop him while on the twisty roads going at a hundred miles per hour. Having been partners with him for two years now, she was used to his dangerous if careless behaviour and knew enough to just shut up and hold on when she couldn't nag him into doing things her way.
The reason that these two were speeding down a deserted road in the middle of nowhere to a town that didn't even show up on Google was that a mission had been put up to kill a witch in a small town Soul had immediately dubbed "Hicksville." Apparently, the witch had escaped detection for fifteen years and had made her residence there. Not even Chrona, who had heard about all the witches Medusa had know, if only so that she could take them out later, didn't know that a witch was so far from them yet so close. Given the circumstances, Shinigama-sama had thought that Soul and Maka were perfect for the job as they faced down the kishin.
With praise like that, Maka couldn't resist.
The moment that they had got the mission she had started devising plans on how to collect the witches' soul in the least amount of time possible, packing up all her clothes and a couple books as she muttered to herself in her room. Soul had just slouched over to the couch, grabbed the open bag of chips on the coffee table, and started watching T.V. All he had to do was throw a few pair of jeans and T-shirts into a bag and he was done. Transportation, accommodations, and everything else was taken care of by Shinigama-sama already.
They left that very day and arrived a little past five in the morning.
Soul was in a bad mood, which only made him go faster as he skidded around a corner, barely missing colliding with a lone car that honked its outrage at him. He didn't pay any attention, even when Maka started yapping in his ear. He was too lost in his thoughts.
Damn plane. That seat made a kink in my neck. It's so uncool to get stuck sitting beside the kid and the old person. His inner monologue just got angrier the longer he thought about the mission so far. And what's with the four hour drive just to get to Hicksville? Isn't there an airport anywhere closer to it? Like maybe Ottawa? Why the hell would a witch want to live in this crappy place?
The sudden transition from forest to town caught Soul off guard and he barely avoided hitting a car backing out of a driveway. The driver honked indignantly, yelling curses about "stupid kids" as Soul swerved along the road, trying to gain control of the motorcycle before he drove off the road. Cars seemed to appear out of nowhere and he swore as he scraped along the side of an obviously remodelled car. The driver gave him the finger and just continued driving. The impact with the car did nothing to help his situation and he played froggy with the cars as Soul desperately tried to find a way to escape. Then he saw it. A school parking lot. He swerved in front of a jeep and just made it, with Maka screaming as she clutched at him for dear life. As soon as he was off the road he cut the engine and slowed to a crawl.
He had barely gotten off the motorcycle before Maka started to harp at him, her fists banging away at his head as he walked the motorcycle to a parking space. "What the hell were you trying to do, baka? Running in front of those cars like an idiot! Next time pay more attention to the road or you're going to get us killed!"
"Ya, Maka, I get it, will you shut up now?" Soul said dryly, turning his back to his meister to survey their surroundings. He had barely gotten a glimpse of a three story building when he heard a soft, "Makaaa…CHOP!"
A book came down on his head and his head bobbed before he crumpled to the ground, a huge book-shaped dent in his skull.
"What you do that for?" He groaned, picking himself up from the pavement. He leaned on his bike for extra support as he glared at his suddenly innocent looking partner.
"Oh!" Maka exclaimed and Soul automatically tensed for a fight. "We're at the address that Lord Death gave us. This is where the witch is." Soul gave an exasperated sigh but obediently followed after Maka after he parked his beloved motorcycle for a quick getaway in case this mission ended like the one where they first met Chrona. He unconsciously placed a hand over the long scar that ran horizontally across his chest; some days he'd wake up to the scar burning and tugging at his flesh. Because of that scar he had Little Ogre to deal with. But I'd do it again, he thought, watching Maka's blond pigtails sway as she walked purposely towards the doors. His ruby red eyes turned soft for a moment at her serious behaviour. It was just like her to have a hissy one second then be all business the next. Shaking his silver hair out his eyes casually he slouched after her, giving off what he liked to call his cool attitude. Maka just called it lazy.
They wandered the halls, Maka occasionally peeking into an open classroom door, shaking her pigtails when there was no sign of their witch. They got plenty of stares, not that either meister or weapon acknowledged them. Soul was too cool to act like he cared.
Third floor and they still hadn't found the witch. Maka was starting to get impatient, and that meant beatings over the head for Soul and sardonic remarks for Maka that made her face scrunch up in indignation.
Mid-sentence into an insult Soul felt…something. A wave length. And a strong one at that. He turned instinctively, leaving Maka to catch up to him as he rounded the corner in front of them and kicked in the door to a classroom.
Before the shouts of confusion could erupt he was already leaping over desks, knocking anybody who stood up back into their seats, his red gaze focused solely on the owner of the wavelength. Silver eyes clashed with ruby as he landed on her desk, effectively silencing the once boisterous classroom.
Soul's arm transformed in a flash of blue light and he pressed the blade to the side of her neck, showing a shark-toothed grin of victory that he already accomplished the mission and without even needing Maka.
"I'm here to take your soul, witch-lady," he announced airily as he pressed the blade hard enough against her skin to draw blood. The girl paled visibly but rebellion sparkled in her silver eyes as she shouted in his face.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING A WITCH?"