After the defeat of Asura, everyone goes back to their lives. But the relative peace doesn't last for long. While many are focused on the past, a new danger lies ahead in the future.

"A sound 'soul'

Dwells within a sound mind

And a sound body."

This is the motto of those sworn to protect all humans and the shinigami capitol these warriors reside in…

Ciudad de Muerto, Ville de la Mort, 死都市,

Death City.

It was another dark and calm night, illuminated only by the ghostly glow of the grinning moon. Unfortunately in Death City it doesn't stay quiet for long, for every night a battle of good and evil arises. Not far from this eerily peaceful scene, one of those battles ensues.

A young woman, possibly the age of 18, sprinted down a dark alley way, fleeing from an unknown follower. She ran as fast as her slender frame could take her. Long, dingy blond hair streamed behind her in low, loose pigtails. Her black tail coat was torn with the bottom button of four missing. The light yellow tank and tight plaid mini skirt she wore were untouched except for the cut along the side of the skirt that stopped just short of her underwear. Her gray stockings were ripped beyond repair and her knee high white boots with black buckles wrapped around were scuffed and dirtied as if she had fallen several times in her escape. Her pale green eyes scanned every window, every corner, every shadow, waiting for what her pursuer may have in store.

As this small, pathetic looking girl ran, the only thing that differentiated her from every horror movie victim on TV was the enormous scythe swaying in her grasp. The scythe had a menacing appearance to it, with an angry looking eye located at the joining of the blade and steel staff. Pitch black and blood red collided together across the blade like shark's teeth. Strangest of all was its uncanny ability to talk, and was in fact shouting at its wielder as she ran. Finally, to the scythe's insistence, the girl stopped and held up her weapon to look it in the eye.

"What is it Soul?" the girl asks, sounding exasperated with the weapon.

The scythe's glaring eye focused on its holder and spoke in an angered tone, "I was asking, Maka, if you had any sort of plan when you ran and jumped the kishen egg the moment it came into to sight."

Maka's brows furrowed as she tightened her grip on the scythe, imagining it was his neck she was strangling, "I didn't jump the kishen egg, it jumped me. You were too busy acting all 'cool' and 'aloof' to notice to battle had already begun!"

Soul scoffed, "I wasn't 'acting' cool. I am the epitome of cool. You would know yourself if you even tried being cool once in a while."

"I bet you can't even spell epitome…"

As the duo argued, a sinister presence approached. On a nearby roof stood the silhouette of what appeared to be a human, that is until the form contorted, bent backward (into the "bridge", as one might recall doing as a child) and scurried down the roof on all fours, interrupting the disputing pair.

Maka broke off her lecture on the importance of reading a good book once in a while to move into a defensive stance against the intruder, who's head was twisting around continuously in a dizzying manner. The creatures head suddenly stopped, opened its mouth and shot a rotting, grey tongue at the miester's head. Maka managed to block the putrid thing from hitting her face by parrying with the staff of the scythe. Unfortunately, she did not expect the creatures tongue to wrap around said scythe and yank it out of her grasp. The moment Maka realized she was weaponless, panic kicked in and she turned to make a mad dash to safety, but was slammed into the ally wall before she could take a single step. The creature now stood upright to trap Maka against the wall, mangled hands on either side of her, its head still and grinning maniacally at its prisoner.

"What are you going to do now, little girl? You have no weapon or courage left to face me. You don't stand a chance. Just give up calmly and I'll be sure to make this end quickly." The creature's grin widened, slicing around the back and stretching his head wide open, revealing a massive mouth lined with razor-sharp serrated teeth. As it drew nearer to engulf its captive, Maka began giggling.

The creature paused, closing its mouth to stare at the girl, "What's so funny, girl?"

Maka stopped her persistent giggling and looked up with a smile "If you think I'm helpless," She lost her grin and her face turned serious, "then you're dead wrong. Isn't that right Soul?" The creature turned around to face a white haired young man with a lazy look in his eyes and saliva dripping as he grinned. In the place of one of the boy's arms was a black and red scythe blade, just like the weapon earlier, extended and ready to swing at his opponent.

After the momentary shock, the creature snickered, "Think, boy, would you dare endanger you're partner? Once you swing that blade at me I'll just jump out of the way and let your precious technician take the blow. Now be a good little boy and wait right there. I devour you after I'm done with the girl."

Soul's grin grew, "You sure I'm the one you should be worrying about?"

Confused by the comment, the creature paused and stared at the albino boy, that is until it felt a searing pain at its side. It looked down to see a black scythe blade embedded in its ribcage. To the creatures surprise, blade protruded, not from the weapon but, from the technician.

"How can this be? How can the technician be a weapon…" the creature's screams faltered as it began coughing up blood. Or is it that a weapon became a technician? But how…

"Heh, Maka, isn't that what the Kishen god said when your blades appeared? And what happened after that? Oh, yeah, you killed him." Soul leapt at the retching creature and sunk his blade deep into its shoulder.

How can this be… Both Soul and Maka simultaneously pulled back their blades, slicing the rest of the way through the creature …They said it would be simple… The body of the creature dissipated and all that was left was a glowing red orb.

"Hey, Maka… " Soul called as Maka grabbed the kishen egg and pocketed it.

"Yeah, Soul… " Maka replied and turned to face her partner.

Soul brought his hand to the back of his head and scratched. "Can we come up with a plan that isn't such a close call next time? I nearly lost my cool when that creep had you pinned against the wall."

Maka grinned, "Soul, there's no way you would lose your cool. You're the coolest guy I know."

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it, and please review. This is just the first chapter and whether or not I will submit another one will depend on reviews and whether I have time.