Howdy reader, This is my story with a little (Or lot) of OC involved. It is more based on the anime than the manga, but there will be parts of both involved.
Anyway, enjoy.
The DWMA towered above the dismal city as the downpour grew. The streets had a thin sheen of water covering them as people went about their business. Umbrellas and hoods dotted the streets as people made their way to their predetermined destinations, all the while the DWMA stood silently as if it were a watchful protector.
"This isn't cool at all, this is really bringing down the mood." Soul said, staring up at the torrent. He and Maka stood at the edge of the steps of the DWMA, overlooking the peaceful city below them.
"well what's there to do about it?" Maka asked, carefully making her way down the soaked stone slabs, "it's not like we can control the weather."
Soul smiled at the notion, "don't say that around Black Star, you know how he'd get."
Maka spun around striking a pose with both arms over her head flexed, and in her best impression of Black Star shouted, "Even the weather must obey their god! I can do anything!"
Soul let out a low chuckle in response to Maka's mockery, "man your impressions suck. Let's get home before we get really drenched."
The pair continued their walk down the stairs with only the rhythmic splashing of rain to fill the content silence.
It was only few months after the defeat of the Kishin and things seemed to be returning to normal, or whatever proximity the school held as normal. Kidd obsessing over the symmetry of everything, Black Star proclaiming his godliness as Tsubaki quietly tried to calm him down, Blair being a complete pain in the ass every second she could get away with, Soul taking shots at Maka's "physique" while in turn Maka would deck his head in with whatever hefty book she happened to be reading at the time.
Things are finally back to the way that they always were, Maka thought in content. They'd almost reached the halfway mark to the base of the steps when something caught her eye.
A boy passed the duo on the steps. wearing a glossy, red trench coat, with the hood pulled up over his head. Maka didn't know why but the coat sent her really bad vibes, she had no recollection of anyone at the school having anything quite like the shiny, crimson veil.
Not only was the odd trench coat a slightly unsettling shade of red, a crimson that seemed to reflect the color of blood. But the coat seemed very worn for the wear, the pattern of the coat alone would've sent Kidd into a seizure. Black, needle-like patches of cloth seemed to tangle and branch around the coat, as if it were binding in the glossy, crimson material. The scratches and scorch marks also brought mild unease to the Meister. They weren't normal scratch marks, like scuffing it on a table or closing it in a door; there were claw marks, something that had talons or claws. And whatever creature it was, it was angry.
Resting against the boy's back was an old ratty knapsack. Easily as beat up as the coat; it didn't look full, but it certainly wasn't empty.
Maka felt complete unease at the sight. Her step faltered and she nearly tripped on the slipppery steps. Soul felt the disturbance and turned to his Meister with a confused look on his face. Maka's eyes followed the red cloak as it made its way up the stairs, it didn't take long for Soul to notice what was causing her distraction.
Soul's eyes followed Maka's gaze and found the same target. Maka could feel a sudden shift in his soul as he laid eyes on the mysterious figure. She could almost feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as a low growl escaped his sealed lips. Neither of them felt right about figure.
There was a big group of new students that came today, she thought to herself, maybe he just showed up later. Her mind raced as she tried to find some sort of relief to her quickened blood and unsettled mind. She was nearly a natural at reading people, she wouldn't feel this way if there wasn't a reason. Without any further options, she decided to try and read his soul.
She felt her eyes change as she focused on the slow moving target. Everything faded away as she focused more and more on the boy in the cape, until nothing was left but the red.
Her hands balled up into a fist. How is that even possible? She thought, there was only one other time this had happened. Her head slowly shaking in disbelief.
Soul caught on fast to the signs she was giving.
"Maka, what's wrong?" He asked worriedly.
Maka turned her attention to soul, holding eye contact for a few moments; without saying a word she nodded and turned to follow the boy in the cape up the steps. Soul had no choice, he couldn't leave Maka like this. Whatever she had seen, had scared her; it had scared her a lot. He followed Maka, quickly catching up to her.
"What is it? Tell me what's wrong!" Soul hissed.
Maka glanced at him with wide eyes before returning her attention to the boy.
"... His soul." she said quietly.
"Yeah, what about it?" Soul asked, a chill running down his spine.
Maka stopped as she reached the top of the stairs. The boy was now standing still in the center of the courtyard, starring towards the group of new Meisters and weapons. She turned to Soul, shaking ever so slightly.
"I didn't see one."