Recently I have been focusing a lot on my Soul Eater fanfic, Dark Moon (go to my profile/thingy where you find that kind of crap :3) but this idea came to me while I was laughing at my little brother with greasy pizza dripping down my face at a resteraunt tonight. Don't ask.
Btw for the P.O.V.'s, when I say Soul Eater I don't mean the character. It's just the P.O.V. of the characters from that anime. Which basically means for Soul Eater I write narrative, for Max Ride I write from her P.O.V.
I PRESENT – one of the only 7 (that I know of) soul eater/max ride crossover fics !
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"Right, Kiddo! So if you wouldn't mind…" Lord Death implored.
His son sighed. "Fine Dad. I'll check it out as soon as possible." Then he signaled to his weapons, Liz and Patty, and they left. As soon as they got back to Gallows Mansion Patty stuffed her face with marshmallows and Liz went straight to bed.
o.O.o
"KID! WAKE UP NOW!" Nearly falling out of bed, the reaper scratched at his back. It seemed there was some strange itch there today. Ignoring it, he ran downstairs after the sound of his weapon's frantic calling. Skidding to a stop, he nearly fell over in shock.
Liz was running around, panicked, with two… were those wings? Patty had them two, but she was laughing hysterically in her normal Patty way. Their wings were actually quite beautiful, about fourteen feet across each, in a kind of tawny blond color. Frowning, Kid thought about it a minute when he realized the itchy feeling felt like an extra pair of muscles. That was odd. He flexed them involuntarily and was rewarded by a horrified (on Liz's part) and happy yet shocked (on Patty's part) stares. "What?" he asked irritably.
Patty shoved him in front of a mirror, where he shrieked and leaped back. He seemed to have grown his own pair of admittedly very sleek jet-black wings, with a perfect fringe of white feathers on the bottoms. Naturally, being Kid, the first thing he did was examine them very closely to make sure every feather was even with the other. After being assured that they were, he stared in amazement. "Uh… this isn't exactly… normal…" he said haltingly.
Then he realized he felt kind of tingly. "Do you guys feel that?" he asked, frowning. Then he turned around. "Hey… were you always this tall? Was I always this tall?" Then something seemed to dawn on the reaper. He went over to Patty and promptly picked her up. She squealed then giggled and tried to throttle-hug him. Choking, he put his weapon down. "You got a lot lighter… you know I bet we can actually fly with these!" Kid said excitedly.
They ran outside, only to almost crash into a hysterical Maka and BlackStar. Maka had a twelve-foot sandy blonde wingspan, BlackStar a thirteen-foot bright blue wingspan. Tsubaki was hanging back with fifteen-foot wide chocolatey wings, and Soul fourteen-foot white and gray flecked wings.
Just then Patty thought it would be a great idea to actually flap her wings. And rise three feet in the air. "I CAN FLY!" She laughed like she was on drugs or something. Which was never good.
Kid tried next, and flew quietly and neatly, making sure his wings flapped in exact unison. They were followed by Soul, Maka, Liz, BlackStar, and Tsubaki. Before long the whole gang was up in the air. Maka started giggling along with Patty, then instructed Soul to transform into a scythe. Sighing, her weapon complied and was soon copied by Tsubaki, Liz, and Patty. The meisters flew around rather clumsily. Kid managed to master it first – probably because he was used to flying on Beelzebub – and was actually a great flier, fast and agile. Maka (of course) was next, and finally BlackStar quit shouting about surpassing God and caught up. Then the meisters instructed their weapons on some tips and pointers. By the time they finished it was almost afternoon.
Flying easily up the DWMA, Kid led the way, swooping gracefully. BlackStar pouted and glared at him, muttering something along the lines of 'why's he always perfect better watch his back gonna surpass him God surpass urgh…'
One thing that all of them but Kid had forgotten – taking off is optional.
Landing is mandatory.
o.O.o
Soul Eater P.O.V.
A few bruises and scrapes later, all of them were on the ground brushing themselves off except for Kid, who had neatly lowered himself onto the middle spike on the front of the Academy and was smirking at them.
"Come down already, coward!" BlackStar yelled up at him.
"Certainly." The reaper looked extra smug and extended his wings slightly, then dropped to the ground almost floating. He had gotten the hang of it long ago.
Stein came outside followed by Sid, Nygus, Marie, and Lord Death. Immediately jaws were dropped (Sid, Nygus and Marie), mask scratching and 'hmms' exchanged (Lord Death), and some 'fufufuing' and cackling about dissection voiced (Stein. Duh.). Then Lord Death actually bothered to ask the obvious question – "Hey Kid, what happened?"
To which none of Spartoi had the slightest idea. However, Kid had an idea about who they could ask. "Father, you told me of some unusual flying creature rumors circling around Portland, Oregon. My guess is they're either responsible or have been effected in the same way. We'll leave at once." With that, the flying death god took off, motioning for Liz and Patty to follow. As soon as he took off, Stein started laughing loudly at the reaper's black wings. When the others raised their eyebrows, he shrugged. "What? He's a Grim Reaper with the wings of an angel. How can you not find that funny?"
BlackStar joined in and started incoherently mumbling in between snorts about 'Angels of Darkness.' Maka and Soul had given up and taken off rather clumsily after Kid, followed by Tsubaki and BlackStar.
Soaring high above the desert, Kid actually let out a whoop and swooped up higher, yelling something about symmetry. Then he divebombed BlackStar, nearly knocking the assassin out of the sky. Streaking after him yelling about surpassing God, the blue-haired meister followed, trying to punch Kid, who deflected with skull-shaped shadows. That gave BlackStar an idea and he instructed Tsubaki to go to Enchanted Sword mode. He tried using shadows, but they were small and weak. Cursing, BlackStar almost threw the sword across the room before remembering he was a thousand feet up in the air and the sword was a living person.
Finally after a few hours of flying [A/N: I don't know exactly where Shibusen is, I've heard people say it's in Nevada or something like that but I'm gonna assume it's just a random desert somewhere :3] Kid pointed out a unusually sunny city down below. They landed in a small stand of thick pine trees near the suburbs. Sighing, Kid started to use soul perception and located six – no, seven – souls in the nearby area. The weapons transformed and the meisters folded their wings up tightly. Turns out they packed into tiny little bumps of feathers between their shoulder blades, but slits in their clothing were required.
Pointing silently up into a tall tree with the hand that held Patty (aka his right), Kid nodded to Maka and BlackStar to go out into the clearing while he flapped up silently and waited, guns trained on his friends in case someone attacked.
Someone did.
o.O.o
Maximum Ride P.O.V.
"Fang, flank them from the left," I mouthed. He nodded and moved silently off. Then I counted on my fingers and dashed out at the two people we'd heard at our camp. Rushing out of the trees, my flock immediately skidded to a stop. Oh, crap. The girl had a red, black, and white scythe, while the spiky-haired boy had a long black sword. Still, we don't give up, and I immediately lowered into a fighting stance.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the girl warned calmly, spinning her scythe around rather impressively. Frowning, I wondered why, when Gazzy poked me and pointed frantically up into a tree. Double oh crap. A strange boy with weird black hair that had perfectly even white stripes on exactly one half of his head had two silver guns… upside down? But the important part was the guns were trained on us.
"Up and away in five," I called to my flock, but the girl with the scythe seemed to understand what I meant and stepped forward, lowering her weapon.
"Wait! We're not going to attack you!" she said earnestly.
I frowned, but signaled to Angel to read their minds. She shrugged and did a quick search of Spiky Boy, then Scythe Girl, and finally Stripey Guns. On each one she grew progressively more shocked until the last one actually made her jerk slightly and stare at them. "Their weapons… can think!" she gasped. "And I can't read the black-haired boy's mind…"
My flock gasped, and we stared at the people. An undignified snort came from the scythe. "Of course we can think!" a boy's voice said irritably. This was matched by identical snorts of disbelief from first the guns, then a softer one from the sword. A quieter mutter followed the first, again in a boy's voice. "We do have brains…"
I never seem to know what to say in these kinds of situations. "Um… and why can't you read Stripey Gun's mind?" I tried to ask calmly.
Stripey Gun scowled. "I have a name."
I snorted. "Course you do, kid. So do I. But you go first."
He grinned. "You just called me by my name."
"What kind of parent names their kid Kid?" I asked incredulously.
Apparently that was a bit of a sore subject, as a deadly look entered his eyes and his guns trained on me again. When he spoke, it was controlled yet radiating with power. "Do not dare to belittle my father. My name is Death the Kid, and yes, it's literal."
"So your father is Death. Like the Grim Reaper."
"Exactly like that."
At this point Scythe Girl gave Kid a look that clearly said be quiet. "Look, the reason we're here is because we think we've been cursed. And you're the only ones who can help."
I gave her a suspicious look. "Why us?"
This time it was Kid who answered. "Because you're different." And he slowly spread his wings. Me and the flock staggered back. Glancing at each other, Spiky and Scythe Girl extended their own wings.
Glancing around, I nodded at the flock. They flapped away, shooting the newcomers nervous looks. Then I stepped forward a bit and spread my wings. "Now that we're on equal ground, we talk," I announced. Kid swooped down gracefully and folded his wings partway. "Actually, equal ground doesn't work for us," I added as an afterthought, grinning evilly. Running a little then taking off, I soared about twenty feet up then glanced down at them. "Coming?" I wanted to see if they could really fly, or if those wings were just for show.
Of course the Kid guy followed first. It was kind of creepy, how much like Fang he was – he didn't make a sound. Scythe Girl was next, with Spiky close behind. Scowling, I flew higher to where my flock was hovering, waiting for us.
"Now we talk." The groups faced off, flapping in unison, leaders eyeing each other. Well, I assumed that Kid was their leader – he was the son of the reaper and all. I stared at him for a few moments before voicing that thought aloud. "So I'm assuming, because you're the 'mortal son of Death come to earth' and all that that you're the leader?"
He grinned snarkily. "Wrong, and wrong. Maka is our leader, and I am immortal."
"Then what's the spiky boy's name?" Gazzy asked innocently, eyes widening.
Spiky Boy growled. "It's BlackStar, you got me?"
"Anyways," I interrupted. "I'm Max. Maximum Ride."
Kid nodded. "I know."
Have I ever told you how much I hate it when our mortal – or immortal, it would seem – enemies pull that one on me?
o.O.o
After a lengthy discussion that involved a lot of explaining, we found out that the freaky Shibu-something kids had woken up that morning with wings. And no we didn't know why. Duh! Well anyways, me and the flock nearly fell out of the sky ten minutes in when Kid's twin pistols transformed into humans – yes, also with wings – followed by the sword girl and the scythe boy we had heard earlier. They introduced themselves as Liz, Patty, Tsubaki, and Soul.
Since all of them had wings, we were left hovering, a little awkwardly, at a loss for what to say. Soul kept brooding with his hands in his pockets, gray and white wings flapping ceaselessly. I couldn't help but narrow my eyes at him. It would certainly be useful to be able to turn your arm into a scythe when in trouble.
What really did make us fall out of the sky was when Kid was fiddling with his skull rings and they fell off. I've done stuff like that before, dropping things, and I knew the rings were goners. But this reaper kid didn't seem too worried, just watched them drop for a moment.
And that's when he shot skull-shaped shadows after them.
o.O.o
Soul Eater P.O.V.
Absentmindedly Kid let his shadows chase after the rings, hooking around them and reeling them back up. For some reason this seemed to bother the 'flock,' for all of their wings stopped beating for a second and they fell a few feet in shock.
Once Max and her family had restarted their wings, Kid had slipped the rings back on his fingers. "So anyways, we were wondering if you would like to come back to the Academy with us."
Max set her jaw. "Right. And where would we stay?"
Without flinching, Kid answered, "My mansion."
It was all too easy to read the look on the flock leader's face – crap.
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Soooo… *fiddles with fingers, avoiding gaze* how was it? -.o
Tell me if I should continue!
~DeaththeKidKat