It was an average-looking night that night near the good old, average-looking academy in the average-looking Death City. With that, there was the average-looking Moon laughing about who-knows-what (probably average looking), next to the average-looking stars in the average-looking sky that gave it an average-looking sheen to it.
On this night, somewhere on a street in this city, there was a creature running around. Most likely, you are thinking it was average-looking, right? Well, you are wrong. Nothing average about it. It had humongous, samurai-blade-sharp fangs that loomed out of it's mouth, which was half open, probably because it didn't want to cut itself, maybe because it's favorite hat was forgotten at home, who knows. It had a pale blue color of skin. It was a sort of texture to where you would think that if you touched it, it would feel like almost-drying paint. It's arms were made up of three scythe-type blades. The fourth, you ask? It could have been lost in a tennis mach, for all we know.
Certainly, you would expect something or somebody to deal with it, right? Right. That would be the job of students at the famous Death Weapon Mister Academy, which was mentioned earlier. Maka Albarn, with her partner, Soul, by her side, was immediately on the case. With Soul in his weapon form, she held the scythe horizontally in front of her as she ran down corridors and paths to reach the previously mentioned creature.
"Soul," she asked, "have you been keeping track? This'll be our ninetieth Kishen egg."
From inside the blade of the weapon, a reflection of Soul was shown, "Yeah. This'll be a piece of cake, dude." He said with a smirk.
Once they reached the creature, Maka stopped and shouted, "Hey, ugly!" The creature turned around quickly to assess who was using bad old movie-referenced lines.
"Marren the serial killer, your soul is no loner human and has become a Kishen egg. Get ready, cause," She got into fighting stance, "your soul is mine!"
She went running in Warren's direction and landed two kicks to the face. It fazed him for a second or to, but he was quick to retaliate and swiped at her fast and furiously. She managed to dodge the first five or so swipes, but then blocked one with Soul's handle. By doing so, she managed to swing over and swiftly smash his head with a kick and it sent him flying over into a nearby dumpster. Like before, he was quickly out of the shock and went dashing at her again. He now had a stream of blood flowing down his already pained looking face.
'He's fast,' Maka thought to herself. She went and sliced through part of the joint where one blade and Marren's body connected, followed by a hollow screech emerging from him.
"Sorry," she retorted, "next time I won't miss!"
In which seemed like a blink of an eye, she fled over to him and sliced right through his body. What was left of Marren became composed of a dark matter and scattered like ribbons being unraveled in a tornado-like pattern. Inside emerged a floating, red orb that emitted light, and it floated over to Maka.
Soul went back to human form, his familiar smirk across his face. He grabbed the orb, which was a Kishen egg just so you know, by a small handle-like tail that floated upwards and dropped it in his mouth, swallowing it hungrily. "Whew~
Maka, thanks for the meal." She smiled and nodded, jogging over to where he stood. "Okay. Only nine souls left, Soul."
Soul groaned. "Man, when you say it like that, it sounds like we've been through such a hassle. So uncool." Maka laughed and sighed. "It'll be over before you know it. I'll make you into a Death Scythe stronger than my dad would ever hope to be."
Soul grinned. "I'm looking forward to it. C'mon, let's get going. I'm starving and it's your turn to cook tonight." Maka frowned. "Is food all you really think about after a fight?"
"'Kay, dinner's ready, Soul." Maka brought a few plates out to the table and set them each in front of a chair, one chair having a pile of books stacked. She put the food in the center of it and sat down, not forgetting to place a fish on the plate in front of the book-stacked chair.
"Thanks for the food." Soul and Maka chorused, followed by Blair, in her cat form, jumping onto the extra chair. "Nya~ Thanks!"
They ate peacefully, starting up idle chitchat every now and then, and after completing the meal they washed their tableware and put them away.
"Hey, Maka," Soul plopped onto the couch next to Maka, lazily tilting his head over to her so she would be in his line of vision. "Isn't your birthday tomorrow?"
"You actually remembered?" She blinked, a bit surprised, a bit happy as well, and repeated his action by looking over at him.
"Surprisingly enough. Is there anything you wanna do? We could skip class or something." He blinked once or twice as well.
"I'd like to, but we have a project due, remember?" She sighed, sinking back further on the couch. "I wanna still be top of the class, you know." Soul groaned and did the same, hitting his forehead to his palm. "Always the perfectionist, huh? Anyway, I thought about that, and I have a plan that's not only cool but surefire, too."
"Are you sure you wanna do this, Black Star? It may be too tough…"
Black Star stood in the doorway, Tsubaki reluctantly trudging behind, proudly as ever. "Of course I can! I'll deliver Maka's project no sweat!"
He ran out, in the direction of the Academy. "Yahooo~! You can count on me!"
When he was gone, Soul turned to Tsubaki, "So you'll make sure it makes it in one piece?"
"Of course." Tsubaki smiled. "Bye, soul! Tell Maka I said 'Happy Birthday'!" He nodded and raised a hand as a small wave. "Okay! Now…" he turned to the clock behind him,
"remind me why the hell I got up at four in-the-morning to make a stupid call? So uncool…"
"Thanks for taking me out today, Soul." Maka smiled.
She was dressed in a yellow sundress, except she wore a blue hoodie over the top. Her hair was let out with one strand of hair on each side curled, held with hair clips, and falling over her shoulders. Courtesy of Blair.
"Yeah, whatever." Soul looked away, finding it hard to think of the same Maka he knew when she was all… decorated like that.
Despite his efforts to avoid something like this, Maka grabbed onto his arm . "Let's get going!"
Soul sighed and nodded.
They walked around town for a while, stopping once or twice to look at something Maka found interesting. After a bit, she sighed. "Look out, Soul."
Soul blinked, and then felt something heavy hit the back of his head and he fell over. "Ow, damn it! What the hell?"
It was Maka's father, Spirit. "How dare you get in such a comfortable position with my lovely daughter, Maka? By the way," He handed Maka a box, "Happy birthday, dearest daughter." She growled, "You…
"Idiot!" Maka punched him upward so hard he ended up with a nosebleed.
"Gosh, leave it to my dumb old dad to ruin my birthday by actually showing up, jeez!" She huffed off in the other direction.
"M…Maka?" Spirit blinked, and then glanced over at Soul. "Hey, don't look at me."
"My stupid dad… Damn it..." Maka sighed, walking into some alley. She immediately got a bad vibe.
"Hey… look at this one, Mathieu. She's pretty nice looking, huh?" A redheaded man, probably in his late twenties, stepped out of a shadow.
A blonde, younger looking man followed. "Careful, Mandel. Our mission was to kill, not to flirt. She's got an impressive-looking Soul."
"I don't care…" Mandel, supposedly, stepped closer. "Her looks delicious."
'This is bad...' She thought. Maka swallowed a breath, and lunged at the man with a punch. He caught it, however, and smirked. "Aww, did I make the girlie mad? Well, I've got news for you. You're gonna be my toy for a bit."
He threw her in one direction into a wall, causing her to go back first into it. When she landed on the ground, he put his boot on her arm. "You're not going anywhere." He added with a sadistic grin.
"… Just Hurry up, Mandel. We need to hurry." Mathieu sighed.
Next thing she knew, she saw her father running towards her. He kicked Mandel's face and sent him flying. Mathieu groaned and ran over to where he landed, and Spirit took the opportunity to take care of Maka. "Are you okay?" She nodded.
"Hey, why'd you go running off?" Soul walked into the alleyway and over to her. "You're such an idiot."
"Hey!" Maka started a rant, but stopped when Soul walked over to her. "Just shut up already." He slung her over his shoulder, ignoring her refusals.
"Go take her home. This is too dangerous for you both in Maka's current shock." Spirit said, his arm taking the form of a scythe.
Soul sighed. "Fine. I'm gonna leave this to you."
In all of this confusion, Maka found herself slipping into unconsciousness.
"Soul?" Maka awoke, slowly but surely, and rubbed her eyes with a yawn. She noted Soul asleep in a chair in the corner of her room. Smiling she got up and placed her blanket over him and watched him shift slightly, which made her giggle. 'He actually looks so vulnerable in his sleep.'
"Your dad fought those guys. They got away, but they were pretty dangerous. Soul took a few hits before leaving."
Blair hopped onto Maka's shoulder and yawned. "Oh! I know this is kinda weird to say at this point, but happy sort of late birthday. I'm bored now, so what do you wanna do?"
The girl in question glanced over at her partner, who was probably going to be beyond waking up for a while. "I say we wait 'till Soul gets up."
"Oh!" Blair said suddenly, hopping off Maka's shoulder. She transformed back into human form and sat on the edge of the bed. "I was wondering… Do you like Soul?"
Ugh... I don't like how this chapter turned out.
Well, yay, my first Soul Eater story! And dang, is it long. I've gotten 9 chapters written so far! Haha!
~Hari-Sama