/all speech in English/
"Trickster! You're so dead when I catch you!" Maka screamed as she dodged another giant coo-coo clock using Soul to cut through the funny looking chicken head that popped out from the inside.
"See if you can Sweetie" Trickster drawled. The kishin they were fighting was a sight. A black top hat, dressed in a black and purple three-piece suit with black polished shoes, a deep purple cloak and a blank white mask obscuring his face. He lazily waved his cane around, his eyes a sharp green glow of amusement from behind the mask.
"You goddamn kishin get over here!" Soul yelled in weapon form. The piano scythe reflected Soul's upper half in the blade, "Maka!"
"Yeah, let's go! Soul Resonance" Maka and Soul chant but they don't feel the rush of power between them, a sudden sharp disconnection occurs and Maka blinked. She wasn't standing in the streets of Death City anymore. She was bound to a high-backed chair by her arms and legs and Soul was similarly chained to another chair beside her. They look to each other, whatever's happening is not good, ran through both of their heads. Trickster sat on the other side of the exquisitely decorated table with a wicked smirk lining his mask, his top hat and cane floating next to him.
"Maka Albarn, I hope you won't have any hard feelings towards me after today," Trickster's mask warped into a faked expression of sorrow, she glared at him as she struggled against her bounds but they didn't budge.
"Where are we? And who the hell are you?" Maka demanded. She was a two star Meister and a Grigori, yet she could not use her perception on this kishin's soul. There is a haze around him as if it was protecting his soul from her sight.
"We, milady, are in Gehenna!" the demon exclaimed, "And I am Samael the second Demon king, the controller of time and space. I suppose you're going to ask how we got from our battle to here," Maka narrows her eyes and nods, "well simple, really a smart girl like you ought to know, I simply stopped time and transported us here," Samael said as if it was nothing, idly examining his claw like nails.
"What do you want with us?" Maka retorted.
"Ohhoho~" he chuckled turning to face the meister and weapon pair, folding his hand under his chin; his mask once again warping to, this time to a sadistic grin, "What I want you and your little pet to do is to entertain me."
"Pet? Huh? What are you implying?" Soul sputters. While Maka makes an annoyed grimace.
"Eins," Samael's mask grins wider.
"WAIT!" Soul and Maka call out, struggling against their chains.
"Zwie."
"STOP IT! SAMAEL!"
"Drie."
Snap.
*AN/ BOLD: English, [bracketed] : Text*
Yukio, as always, awoke first and started his daily routine; getting up, brushing his teeth, getting dressed, checking his homework, preparing his exorcist gear, planning the Exwire lesson for the day. He then wakes up Rin; they eat breakfast, gather their bentos, and then grab their school things. Rin picks up his sword, and they walk out to class. What wasn't normal that day was that they were greeted by a huge box outside the door of their dorm.
"Yukio, I wanna know what's in it." Rin said reaching for it, his tail had once again found its way out of his shirt and was undulating softly.
"Nii-san wait don't touch it!" Yukio exclaimed, but it was too late. The darker haired twin had already touched it, and a plume of purple smoke and confetti appeared as the box opened. Yukio had shoved his hand under his school jacket to the holster where he held his Exorcist gun and grabbed his older brother's shoulder to pull him back but Rin didn't move.
"Nii-san what is it?" Yukio asked as he stepped next to his brother, his gun cocked and extended.
"I dunno Yukio. They're demons?" Rin stared quizzically, he reached back and pulled Kurikara from its red sleeve but kept it sheathed.
One of so called demons groans and moved from the confetti, she had pupil-less bright green eyes, sandy hair tied up in twin tails, ears pointed, a pain of small fangs and long lion tail. She was dressed in a simple button up, yellow vest with a dark green striped tie, a red plaid pleated skirt, a pair of large clunky boots with white belts and a large black trench coat.
"Who are you demon!" Yukio demanded aiming his gun, "state your name."
The demoness looked up to Yukio with an irritated scowl, "My name is Maka Albarn, and I'm not a demon; I'm a scythe meister for Shinigami-sama in Death City, Nevada. Most likely from another dimension seeing as your souls are different from my world." she said quickly and intelligently, she turned to the blob that was next to her.
"Soul get up," Maka muttered in English and shoved the boy named Soul, he grunted but didn't move
"Well don't get angry at me after this," the girl sighed. Rin and Yukio looked at each other wary of two possible demons sitting in a pile of rainbow confetti speaking English. Maka reached behind her and pulled out a book, seemingly out of nowhere, which was about 6 inches in width.
"MAKA CHOP!"
The twin brothers cringed at the sheer force of the book being smashed in the young demon's head.
"OW! Goddamnit Maka! The hell was that for!" Soul yelled and sat up quickly, he was strange, having white hair held back by a thin headband, his teeth all filed to a point, his red eyes that had a lazy drupe, a tail like Rin's that was white instead of black, and tan skin. He wore a black leather jacket with a bright orange shirt, black ripped slacks and scuffed boots.
"Um, sorry to interrupt but I don't understand who or what you are, would ya care to explain?" Rin asked and placed the Kurikara back in its sleeve and Yukio slipped his gun back under his coat.
Maka and Soul stood up and brushed the confetti off their bodies. Soul stood a little taller than Yukio as he stretched before lazily slouching and Maka stood at about chest level of all the boys causing her to look up to gesture to herself and Soul "As I said before I'm Maka, and this is Soul Evans, he's someone who can turn into a weapon for me, a meister, to fight demon like things we call kishin," Maka explains "and what are your names?"
"I'm-,"
"I'm Rin Okumura, the older one, and this is my younger brother Yukio." Rin interjects, Yukio looks to his brother and shakes his head.
"Anyway, Soul-kun, you can turn into a weapon, how do you do it?" Yukio asked, he had stepped closer to Soul to try to analyze how a person becomes a weapon. Soul just looked at him like he had 6 heads. Soul had learned some Japanese after living with Maka, and being friends with Blackstar and Tsubaki, but most of the things he knew are insults and swears.
"Maka, what did he say?" Soul asked. Maka repeated what Yukio had asked.
Soul supplied an answer; Maka translated, "He says, 'I can't really explain it's like instinct you just have to think of what the weapon looks like and you change.'
"Oh, well how about we go inside and talk about how you got here," Yukio suggests.
"…He then snapped and when we woke up we were being interrogated by you two and that's basically what happened." Maka finished explaining how Soul and she got to, what they learn to be, Assiah; leaving out the part when Samael took them to his area of Gehenna because she couldn't talk about it for some reason. Every time she did she felt a tightness coil around her throat as if she had an invisible collar that was tightening, the message was simple. Don't say anything. Yukio nodded then folded his hands under his chin and placed his elbows on the table, processing the information given to him. Maka and Soul sat on one side of the table in the twin's dorm café, Yukio sat across from Maka and a little way down the table, Rin sat across from Soul.
As Maka and Yukio tried to make sense of this problem, Soul and Rin tried to overcome the language barrier.
"What... do like... Damn! I wish I paid more attention in English," Rin said he struggled to talk to the boy named Soul. "Food... music... tree... purple..."
"This is going to go nowhere; I can't speak Japanese and Rin can't speak English. Ah! My phone!" Soul muttered to himself, he fished for his phone out of his pocket "Please work. Service yes! Thank Death for death-scythe worldwide coverage" Soul quickly pulled up a translation website a typed in a question
[What do you like to do?] Soul typed out and handed to Rin.
"What is it?" Rin stared at the phone quizzically. Soul just pointed to the screen with a sharp claw and Rin noticed the Japanese characters he read the question, handing back the phone and grabbing his own, Rin replied the same way,
[I like food, manga, Kuro my pet, cooking, sleeping and fighting. And you?]
[Sleep, music, cool things, Maka, souls.]
The two boys look at each other smirked and fist bumped, they'll get along just fine.
"So, you don't know what you look like right now, correct?" Yukio asked
"Yes, to me Soul looks like he's always has, here I have a picture" taking out her phone she opened her photos and brought up a picture of her and Soul at one of Kidd's parties. Yukio studied the picture with interest, how does two relatively normal people become demons?
"I think I know a way to help you understand what me and Nii-san see when we look at you," Yukio called to his brother to get his attention away from his and Soul's text debate on video games "Nii-san, I need you to do something for me."
"Okay, well what do you want me to do?" Rin asks.
"I want you to cut Maka's hand here" Yukio gestures to the meaty part of the palm of his hand, "and put a drop of your blood on the cut quickly."
"And why should I do that?" Rin looks worriedly at his brother, as he and Soul came closer to the other pair.
"To give her a maishou, Nii-san. Remember the thing you need to see demons?" Yukio sighed.
"Oh, right that thing, okay" Rin reaches for Maka's hand a gently cups it in his own, he brings his nail down to cut her palm a hand shoots out and stops him.
"Hey, the hell's he doing Maka!" Soul exclaims. Maka sighs and tells him what they're trying. Blushing lightly, he lets go of Rin's hand and apologizes.
"Anyway, go ahead Rin," Maka smiles to the boy and he nods. He cuts her palm with a quick slash, Maka winces slightly at the sudden pain but then she feels a drop of blood from where Rin pricked himself land on the cut and it tingled as she felt the maishou work its magic. After a few moments, she could see what Yukio was talking about having a different sight, little black things hovered around in the air she lifted her hand and the floating things came to her and started weaving through her hands.
"Yukio what are these things?" Maka asked.
"Those are a type of demon we call Coal Tar, they fall under the King of Rot demon class, they're typically attracted to dark and damp places or any sort of darkness, including other demons," Yukio answered.
"Interesting..."
"Maka how do I look?" Soul asks, the girl turns to her partner and gasps. She stands up quick nearly knocking over her chair.
"Oh Death what happened to you!" Maka gasped in shock to see her partner, although similar have extra features. She glances behind her when she feels a movement on the back of her leg, only to see a lion tail swinging. Maka's eyes widen and she looks sharply to Rin.
"What do you mean?" Soul asks nervously.
"Rin use that magic again on Soul," she urges quickly.
"Okay," Rin said nervously and he quickly repeated his action on to Soul's palm and suddenly he wished he hadn't.
"Maka! What?! Why do you have a tail?!" the albino turned and looked behind him seeing the tail that matched his snowy locks, "Why do I have a tail?!" he slams his hands on the table leaving forwards and stares into Yukio's eyes, "Explain now." In a blink Maka had pulled Soul back and shoved into his chair again.
"Now is not the time to be getting angry Soul," the blonde said calmly. "Sorry Rin, Yukio, he tends to overreact sometimes."
The twins looked at her in awe she was about half the size of the boy she just threw back and did it faster than Yukio could pull out his gun. They glanced at each other and nodded solemnly, these two needed to meet him. He'll fix it, maybe.
Hello! Thank you for reading my story, this is my first fanfiction! I would love to hear your thought on this story, please review. I'm planning on making it a multi-chapter, so stay on the lookout for updates.