Wired Miester (O.P.M)
Chapter 1
Moregami
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE ANIMES or THE CHARACTERS. ONLY THE PLOT OF THIS FANFICTION BELONGS TO ME.
A/N: Well, I haven't submitted anything in a while so this is to make up for it. I have no idea how you guys will react to this, because well…It's different. It's much more serious than the previous ones that I have submitted and will not be a one-shot. There's a serious lack of Ao no Exorcist and Soul Eater fanfictions in this world and I'm about to change that.
Oh and to understand this story to the fullest, you must have read/watched; Soul Eater, Soul Eater Not and WATCHED Blue Exorcist!
Maka sighed as the water washed over her petite frame. It was so nice to finally slow down and enjoy a calm, soothing shower. All her problems in life could just cascade down her body and circle down the drain, just like the water; traveling far, far away from her. But still, she just couldn't bring herself to relax in the bathtub, in fact she was tensing up even more.
But for once, she wanted to stop worrying, to stop thinking or to even stop breathing. Most would consider her reasons petty but they were certainly enough to drive one over the edge. Her own weapon of choice was off to Alaska with Black*Star, Tsubaki, Kim and Jacqueline, attending to a classified matter, (which they could not even mention to her) so she had to make due with a substitute. Oh joy, she was going to have to face all those terrifying demons without her trusty death scythe and partner. The degree of how safe this entire situation was, was overwhelming- not.
Of course Tsugami was an obedient and trustworthy weapon, but they just could not resonate properly on Maka's part. And we all know what that leads to. There was always something off about their synchronization to her. Although she never told anyone it was practically hell using Tsugami, not to be offensive or anything. Her hands seemed to burn to a crisp (or at least that's what it felt like) and her vision was obscured soon after a few minutes of resonating. It was completely safe to say that she was out of it lately. The enemies sneered at her "pathetic performance" on the battlefield, but yet there were other things on her mind which were MUCH worse. Trouble with her father, missing her friends, witnessing Anya's deathly glares for "stealing" her weapon, missing her friends- you get the picture.
Maka tugged on her sandy brown hair as every tiny detail of the pain she felt when using Tsugami as a weapon illuminated her mind. Sighing the young woman pushed her hair to the side and knelt down with her hands on her knees, lowering herself into the warm water and losing herself in it. Maybe she did need to rest in the tub… Perhaps it would ease the pain.
Having lost all hope of loosening up she began to wonder about how to cross the approaching bridge. She had a HUGE mission coming up tomorrow and she was determined to live up to her title- with or without Soul. Not just everyone got called the honor of being the daughter of Kami; the renounced demon hunter and she refused to let her mother down any further. What was this oh-so-special mission about anyways? And why wasn't she allowed to use her death scythe? It might seem like an innocent coincidence, losing her weapon and being automatically enrolled for a top secret mission the very next minute. Hah, what a joke!
Well whatever, drying off and drinking hot chocolate was her number one priority right now.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Earth sat an oblivious, demonic teen who had his eyes transfixed on the living room clock.
. . The mechanical sounds of the ancient pendulum filled the dormitory. Speaking of which, now that it was so quiet without the sound of his brother's footsteps, he could actually sit down and think. Quite a rarity among him.
Rin ran an agitated hand through his already ruffled black hair. When was that moley four-eyes getting home? He wondered while rolling his bright blue eyes. It was one thirty AM and his cell phone didn't ring even ONCE. He'd kill his little brother if he didn't love him so much. How could he even leave him alone for so late in a haunted, abandoned dormitory where he was almost killed? Best brother of the year award, watch out Yukio- it's coming your way!
But he usually did come home late, being an exorcist and all, but then again, he should at least have had the decency to call and inform him about it! If not that then an e-mail would have sufficed. I mean, as if he didn't have enough to worry about- with all that was about to happen.
Tomorrow was an important day indeed. That creepy clown Mephisto explained all the details and he couldn't help but to feel nervous and exited at the same time. His rank was going to go up by a landslide if operation P.M. went right. Hell, he might just become the next Paladin! His work would be cut out for him and all his efforts would finally be recognized. But the irritating thing was that the foreign exchange student was STILL going to have a higher rank than him, after all the Girigori order was made (and named) after her.
"She's much more important than the Paladin…MY ASS!" Rin muttered, mimicking his principle.
But at the end of the day, he knew that they both would be quite grateful to each other. Even though they were both respected meisters, they were being used as weapons-scratch that, "saviors" of Assiah. Thank God that his power-hungry grandfather was rotting in a ditch somewhere. After his whole fake Messiah fiasco, things at the order were going completely hay-wire. Even though he hated to admit it, Angel was the rightful Paladin after-all…
Even the calming aura of the homely yet ugly grandfather clock could not take Rin's mind off of how nervous he was. Operation Perfect Meister was about to commence and he was a pivotal factor in it, this time by will. He felt a surge of pride swell up inside of him knowing that he was the perfect candidate for this mission while even Yukio was not. Speaking of Yukio…He still was not back yet.
"What's the time-IT'S ONE AM ALREADY? I've had enough!" Rin popped up and dashed towards room 602. Sorry Yukio, but he really NEEDED his rest for tomorrow!
"On second thought…" The teenage boy turned on his heels and stalked towards the kitchen. He was going to have to show some random chick his flames in the morning…so why not grab a bite to eat just to charge up?
