This is my continuation of the Soul Eater anime, which is set three months after the defeat of the Kishin Asura. Besides the complete troll ending, I loved the anime adaption, so, considering how much I love fan fiction as well, I decided to make a story picking up where the series left off. I tried to do this once before, but I rushed it and it came out somewhat off, so this will be my second attempt, and hopefully this time it comes out better.
Disclaimer time...
I do not own the rights to any characters or ideas from the Anime/Manga known as Soul Eater. They are the sole property of their creator Atsushi Okubo and no attempt will be made to obtain any profit from the use of said property. I also don't own the image I'm using for the cover of this story, I found it using Google search.
Also, one more thing before the story begins. If I had been able to pick a third genre, it would have been romance. So, just so you know, this story will contain Soul X Maka, Black Star X Tsubaki, and possibly Kid X Liz.
Now then, with that all out of the way, please read, enjoy and review.
A sound soul...
dwells within a sound mind...
and a sound body.
Almost there!
Who's the mysterious woman?
It was late at night, about five til two, and the moon was high in the sky with what appeared to be blood dripping from it's mouth.
Maka stood upon the top of a two story building, looming over a spacious dark alley. She was wearing her usual fighting outfit, a white blouse with a yellow sweater vest over it, her school tie, white gloves, a red and black plaid skirt, black boots with white buckles and to top it all off a black buttoned trench coat. Soul was in his weapon form, resting on her shoulders, her grip on him with her right hand firm, as they both waited for their target to appear. They were both all business at the moment, as the weapon and meister pair were determined as ever about Soul becoming a Death Scythe.
Of course Soul had almost become a Death Scythe once, but then they ended up collecting a cat's soul, rather than the witch's soul that they needed, which later went on to be dubbed as the 'Blair incident'. Since said incident with Blair, which was almost two years ago now, they had to begin recollecting the evil souls they needed to make Soul a Death Scythe. With how long ago that was they should have accomplished it by now, however several road blocks had popped up along the way, such as the Witch Medusa, the organization Arachnophobia, and of course, the Kishin Asura. Yep, the scythe meister and weapon pair had been extremely busy this past year and a half. So when they were able to start collecting evil soul's again, they did so with absolute determination and a fierceness that didn't exist within them eighteen months ago.
Within seconds someone appeared below in the dark alley, a girl to be exact. She looked to be in her early teens, about thirteen to be more precise. This girl had fair skin, baby blue eyes and shoulder length brown hair. Her clothing consisted of a pair of blue jeans, a pink blouse and a set of white running shoes. The reason the duo were able to take all this in, was because she knocked over a trashcan, tripping over it as she did, as she tried to get as far away as possible from the thing chasing her. Whatever was chasing her hadn't shown itself yet, even as she hit the ground it didn't come out of the shadows it lurked in, but it was there, Maka and Soul knew that to be certain.
The girl, after managing to scramble up to her feet, continued to run until she reached a dead end, a brick wall blocking her path. She quickly turned around, but the growl coming from no less than ten feet from her, let her know she wouldn't be able to go back the way she had come. Desperate to keep the beast from getting her, she backed up until her back hit the wall, where she proceeded to press herself up against it, in hopes that it would somehow keep her safe from the creature coming for her
It's prey now trapped, the monster that was chasing her finally showed it's face. Out of the shadows came a creature with a human torso, a lion's head, bull legs, and human arms, spikes embedded deep within the flesh of almost every inch of the arms, however no blood leaked from the wounds. Now illuminated by the moonlight, it gave a crooked smile, it's teeth plentiful, sharp and yellowed, saliva dripping from them, which wasn't a pretty sight.
As the creature began to move on the young girl, Maka asked, "Are you ready Soul?"
Soul's upper body appeared as an image in the blade of the scythe, where he smirked as he answered, "Yeah, let's do this."
The blonde meister nodded her head and leapt off the building. She came soaring downwards toward the ground with great speed, landing on the hard ground after jumping from such a height wasn't a great idea for her, so she landed on the billboard protruding from the side of the building, said object being about eight feet from the ground. From there she jumped once more, towards the girl and beast this time.
Maka gripped Soul with both her hands as she landed on her feet right between the girl and the evil soul, before looking back at her and saying, "Run, get out of here."
The thirteen year old, tears streaming down her face, quickly nodded her head in and dashed past Maka and the evil man-beast thing. He, not intending to let his prey get away, was about to turn and go after her, but the scythe meister, fire in her eyes, glared at the man who had strayed onto the path of evil, which caused his soul to become a Kishin egg, and spoke with authority, which caught his attention, "You've strayed from the path of humanity onto the path of evil, you're no longer human. Kanji the lion head, your murdering days are over, your soul is mine!"
The man known as Kanji snarled at Maka, and then they both rushed forward. Maka, her scythe, Soul, were both ready to end the battle as quickly as possible, so the first chance they got to take the pre-kishin down, they wouldn't hesitate to take it.
The teenage meister brought her scythe back and swung forward, aiming directly for the man's lion head. But before the blade could connect with Kanji's head, he brought up his limp, iron spike filled arms, and guarded his head from the beheading attempt, and as steel met a lot of iron, a bunch of somewhat annoying clanging noises rang out from the impact. Having been blocked, the meister quickly pulled the scythe back and swung from a different angle, however Kanji simply raised his arms up and blocked again.
Maka brought the scythe back once more, but before she could attack again, Kanji went on the offensive. He lashed out with his spike filled arms, aiming to skewer his opponent with them. The blonde scythe wielder quickly guarded herself with Soul's snath, preventing any harm from coming to her as she did. Kanji just pulled his arms back and lashed forward with them, doing so again and again. She held fast though, blocking each and every strike with her scythe, as iron met steel clangs continued to ring out, again and again. But with every strike, the scythe meister could feel the strength behind the attacks getting greater, and she could see them getting faster. So if She tried to go back on the offensive, it could be hazardous to her health. Unfortunately, soon she had no choice in the matter, as the strikes were getting too strong for her to guard against, Soul could hold out, but Maka's strength was waning.
With the next strike from Kanji's arms, one managed to slither past, and while she did her best to avoid the sharp object filled limb, one of the spikes still managed to scrape across her cheek, leaving her a small cut, a bit of blood beginning to trickle down the lower half of her face from said scratch. She was honestly surprised by the slightly successful attack, as it meant this bastard was better than either she or her partner had thought he'd be. She struck back then, lashing out with her scythe and giving Kanji a large slash across his abdomen. Soul's blade didn't cut very deep, but it did make contact and it did bring blood, leaving a light slash mark going all the way across Kanji's bare chest, blood secreting from it.
He didn't give any sign he felt the pain from the slash, except for looking down at it, seemingly inspecting the damage for a moment or so, before looking back to Maka and snarling once again. Both his arms were being swung towards her then, both of which were blocked with her scythe's shaft once more. Kanji didn't just stop there, he brought back his arms again and swung them forward another time, then again, and again, and again. He continued to attack endlessly, each blow harder and quicker than the last. Since that was the case, Maka began taking step after step back, so she could still block the strikes with Soul, and not have to worry about being hit for the second time. After one more strike from Kanji, the blonde teen side stepped him, doing so twice in rapid succession, getting directly behind him. Though before she could attack, he was facing her again, having hurriedly whirled around, so he could swing his arms at her for the hundredth time. This time the strikes were even faster, as well as hectic, no rhyme or reason to them, making the situation significantly more dangerous.
She was having trouble keeping up at this point, so he managed to get past her defense for the second time after all, leaving her a light cut across her left leg as proof of that. As it began to bleed, said blood beginning to trickle down her leg, she tightened her grip on Soul and began spinning him round and round, changing her defensive technique entirely. This worked like a charm, allowing Maka to block each and every hectic and seemingly random strike Kanji threw at her. The beast-man thing, angered at this, took a step forward, so she took a step back. Maka continued to back step though, so he followed after her. She continued to back up, still spinning Soul around and around all the while, protecting herself from Kanji's endless attacks.
After a few moments of this, she quickly side stepped him and got behind him, but he was too fast to be taken like that. He proved so by spinning around to face his young enemy. The blonde took this in stride however, beginning to back step once more, spinning Soul round and round, guarding herself from Kanji's strikes. However, this time she was back stepping towards the brick wall, the alley's dead end.
They continued their game of cat and mouse for several more seconds, until Maka's back was against the wall. Kanji had her now, so he brought back his arms for the final time, and shot them forward, but Maka quickly dropped to the ground, slid between Kanji's legs and brought Soul upward, slicing Kanji in two from below. She quickly stood up, as Kanji's body fell apart, so she avoided the blood spilling all over the ground and most of his organs hitting the floor. As soon as the last of his insides hit the pavement, they disappeared in a flash of black, along with the rest of his carcass. His evil, red soul left in place of his remains.
With the battle now over, Soul exited his weapon form and returned to his human form. His clothing had changed recently, as he now wore his old headband with his name on it, a dark red, short sleeved shirt, a black leather jacket, black cargo pants and some black combat boots.
As the white haired weapon walked over to the evil soul and grabbed ahold of it, he spoke, "Finally, my ninety ninth soul."
He lifted the soul to his mouth and ate it whole, looking over at Maka afterwards, a grin on his face, exposing most of his shark like teeth. She gave a small smile of her own as she replied, "Yeah, it did take a long time to collect all of those ninety nine souls again. But we have, and now we just need one witch soul and you can finally become a Death Scythe."
Soul's grin waned a bit, "And we'll have to make sure we don't screw up again, it was uncool enough the first time."
Maka just nodded her head in agreement, as Soul turned towards the alley's exit and spoke once more, "We're done with our mission, so lets hurry up and report to Lord Death, then we can split."
The duo looked around for a second, until they found a large window that was used to showcase the dresses within the store it was apart of. They walked up to it and Maka exhaled upon the glass, causing some of it to fog up. Then, with her index finger, she cleared some of the fog in a way that the clear spots within the middle of the fog made numbers. As she did this, she spoke aloud, "Fourty two, fourty two, five sixty four, whenever you want to knock on Death's door."
The glass began glowing a bright blue, then after several seconds it ceased glowing, and on the other side of the glass was the Death room, within it, Lord Death. "Hello Lord Death, Meister Maka reporting in."
"Yeah, yeah. Hello Meister Maka."
"Kanji the lion head has been destroyed. We've once again collected our ninety ninth soul, only the witch's soul and we're done."
"Good, good, but remember now, you've got to be careful, because if you slip up all of the ninety nine souls you've collected will be confiscated, again."
"Of course, we understand Lord Death."
"Well then, best be getting home Maka, it's quite late and you two look kind of tired."
"Right, we'll head straight home, goodbye Lord Death."
"Bye, bye, bye."
The image of the Death room and Lord Death disappeared then and the glass returned to normal. Their job done, the weapon and meister pair made their way out of the alley, and onto the main street, where Soul's motorcycle was parked only a few blocks away. It didn't take long to reach said vehicle, and once they had, they hopped on and began making their way home after it had been started up.
Their mission had taken them about an hour's drive from their apartment, but compared to most missions this one was close to home, considering missions from the DWMA can take you all over the world. And they were currently about fourty minutes into their drive home, though they would soon be coming to a stop, this was because Soul and Maka had finally confirmed that they were being followed. They had their suspicions, but they weren't sure of it, until now.
Soul quickly put on the brake, the bike coming to a quick stop with a bit of screeching. The duo, still sitting on the now prone vehicle, looked to the figure, which was hidden within the large shadow that the building to their left was casting. Whatever was hiding in that large shadow had been stalking Soul and Maka for their whole drive, and even now it was following their movements. "Who's there?"
After several seconds with no reply, Soul got off the bike and began walking toward the figure hiding in the shadow, speaking as he did, "Whoever you are, come on out, we see you."
Maka had to resist the urge to slap her weapon partner, or let out a sigh of frustration as he uncaringly approached what could be a dangerous individual. "Soul, what are you doing?"
"Checking what's stalking us from the shadows, thought that obvious."
Maka scowled at this, closing her eyes as she did, figuring she should go ahead and use her soul perception to make sure her white haired partner wasn't doing something too stupid. She concentrated for several seconds before opening her eyes, allowing her to see Soul's soul, and a plain old human soul, this soul belonging to their stalker. This was more than just a bit strange, so Maka focused intently on the figure in the shadows as Soul approached it. And, as Soul got close enough to enter the shadows, he and Maka both heard a feminine voice speak up, "Got you."
The scythe meister could feel a rush of magical energy, as the plain human soul morphed into a powerful Witch's soul. She, of course, quickly tried to warn her weapon of this, "Soul, get out of the way, it's a Witch!"
Soul could tell that himself from the rush of magical energy, having been so close to it that he could feel it like his meister could. He knew just how dangerous his situation was, and he would have jumped back to a safer distance, however he didn't have enough time to do anything more than to utter these words"Oh fuck me."
And then a ball the size of a fist, made up of purple energy, came rushing out from the darkest part of the shadow and rammed right into Soul's gut. Exploding on contact, it sent the white haired teen flying backwards, slamming into the wall of a building directly across from where the attack came from only a moment later. He hit it so hard that when he fell to the ground, his body left a shallow indentation on the wall where it had made impact. He gave a grunt of pain as he landed on his knees, murmuring to himself as he did, "That sucked."
Maka quickly rushed to his side to make sure he hadn't been hurt. "You okay?"
"I'm fine."
As Soul his feet, his meister spoke up to their stalker, "Okay witch, show yourself."
A feminine chuckle emanated from the shadow, and a only a moment later the witch walked out into the open. She had short red hair that ended at mid neck, bangs hanging over her face. Her eyes were dark blue, she had a petite, curvy body, and wore an ensemble very reminiscent of Blair's. Except there was no doubt, she was definitely a witch. The only question was, just how strong of a witch was she?
She stood in the moonlight for several seconds, just staring at Soul and Maka, a smug look on her face, before she finally said something. "You know, you're pretty bossy, I couldn't put up with someone like you. So tell me, how do you put up with her, cutie?"
Maka couldn't help but grit her teeth at the cutie comment directed toward her weapon.
Soul felt a slight sense of deja vu coming on. He shook it off and responded to the witch's question as he shook his head slowly, "I honestly don't know."
Maka increased the pressure she was putting on her teeth as she asked, "And just what is that supposed to mean?"
The white haired weapon glanced over at his meister then, the look in his eyes clearly asking, 'Are you stupid', "What do you think it means?"
The blonde clenched her fists tightly in an attempt to control her anger, "Oh shut it sharky!"
"Just as soon as you do, flat chest."
Maka looked ready to blow a gas git then, and seeing her like this, Soul couldn't help but inwardly smile at how funny she looked. "I am so getting a Maka chop when we get home, for that comment at least. Totally uncool, but to see her like this, so worth it. After all, she's pretty cute when she's angry." These thoughts of his were not spoken aloud, for obvious reasons.
The Witch was giggling at this point, which drew both Soul's and Maka's attention. The duo smiled at each other then it had worked.
Maka quickly grabbed Soul's right hand, said white haired teen changing into his weapon form as she swung him towards the witch. However she easily avoided the surprise attack, by way of several back steps in rapid succession. Having been dodged, a scowl graced the blonde teen's face, just as a smug grin crossed the red head's face. She had seen through the act, even though they had made it out to be so real.
The witch wagged her finger at the two then, "Uh-uh-uh, you can't fool me. I can see though any deception. That is simply one of the many abilities I posses."
In spite of her words, neither of the two seemed impressed. Since that was the case, the red head's grin fell away, as she stated, "You will regret trying to deceive me, just as you'll regret trying to attack me."
Maka scoffed, "Is that so?"
The Witch smirked once more as she responded, "Very much so, don't believe me? Fine, have it your way. You'll just have to see for yourself first hand what happens to those who try anything against me. And trust me, you will see."
"Not if I kill you first!" Maka rushed forward then, scythe in hand, and took several swings at the witch. However she quickly and expertly dodged every slash, so fast in fact that the meister could barely follow her movements. The blonde teen charged the witch once more, so as to try and cut her down again, but the red head grabbed ahold of the younger girl's right shoulder, and with a firm grip, she used her for balance and flipped over her. Maka quickly spun around though, having more than enough experience to deal with something like this, swinging Soul at an angle, that if the witch was less than eight inches behind her, she was going to be in at least two pieces.
However, as she spun around with her scythe, the witch was floating in the air, not anywhere near being in the younger girl's attack range. This witch slowly floated back down after that, backing up into the shadow she had come out of after landing. "My name's Alice, by the way."
And then she just disappeared, her slightly visible figure gone, her soul nowhere to be seen, and her magical energy vanishing into thin air. Maka rushed forward into the shadow anyways, Soul tightly gripped within her hands, ready to be used, but there was no one there, the witch known as Alice, had disappeared without so much as a trace.
The white haired weapon returned to his human form once more then, as Maka stamped her foot against the ground in frustration. "Damn it, she got away!"
Soul, his usual I really don't care tone in use, said, "Don't worry, we'll get her. We just weren't ready. Next time we'll dish out a few of our signature attacks and wipe her out. Now come on, I wanna go home." The teenager then got back on his bike.
Maka gave a sigh of slight exhaustion and much annoyance, as she got on the bike as well, wrapping her arms around Soul as per usual. "Yeah, okay. Let's go home. I'm pretty tired anyway."
When they arrived at their apartment complex, Soul parked his bike, and the two headed inside. They climbed the stairs to their floor in silence, which was why as they began making way to their door after reaching their floor, they could hear the sounds of struggle, which prompted them to rush into the apartment to see what was going on. Their immediate thoughts were that someone had broken in, and since Crona was staying with them, having moved in on a temporary basis after the DWMA was wrecked during the battle with the Kishin, they were worried their friend might be in trouble.
The scene they were greeted with as the apartment door was thrown open however, was not Crona struggling with some kind of thief or murderer, rather he was struggling to breath as Blair suffocated him with her breasts. "Hey there cutie, have you seen Soul or Maka?"
Crona was flailing around like he was having a seizure, trying his best to get free from the hold the woman had on him. He was panicking, severely, his words came out muffled, but Soul and Maka managed to understand them. "I don't like this! I've never met someone who's so touchy feely, I don't know how to deal with someone like this!"
In a flash of black, mini Ragnarok emerged from Crona's back, and scolded the pink haired teen, "Of course you don't, you're such a loser Crona! I'll show you what to do in a situation like this, ha!" The ebony creature began groping and fondling the purple haired woman's assets as he finished speaking.
Soul chuckled to himself at the scene that was about to unfold, sitting down in one of the dining room chairs as he did, putting him in the best spot to watch was about to happen. This event that he wished to watch entailed a pissed off Maka and a heavy book.
The scene that followed happened exactly as the white haired weapon had imagined it would in his mind. His pissed off blonde meister stomped over to the two, three counting Ragnarok, grabbing a five hundred page leather bound book on the way. She came up behind Blair, and cracked her over the head with the book full force, "Maka Chop!" Blair was slammed face first into the floor from the force of this chop.
Ragnarok began to laugh at the magic cat-woman's pain, however when he noticed just how angry Maka was, he quickly shut up and proceeded to recede back inside of Crona.
The young meister made sure Crona was okay, before escorting him to Soul's room so he could go to bed, leaving Blair lying face down-ass up on the floor, a large bruise already forming on the top of her scalp. Said cat-woman had been away for awhile, having left the day before Crona moved in, so she hadn't known he'd be here when she returned. Which was exactly why she greeted the pink haired boy in such a manner, as she hadn't met him before.
Less than twenty minutes later...
Crona was asleep in Soul's room, Maka was in bed in her room, Blair was sleeping on the dining table in cat form, only having to do so since she was in trouble, and Soul was lying on the couch.
The weapon stared up at the ceiling as he slowly felt sleep beginning to take him, his eyes becoming heavier and drooping lower with every moment that passed. Just before he could slip into a state of slumber however, his eyes opened as he felt the sensation of someone jabbing his abdomen with their finger. His eyes found the culprit immediately, it being Maka who was poking him in the chest. She had her hair up in her sleep buns, she was in her pajamas, and was wearing an irritated look on her face, though the white haired teen didn't have to guess as to what she wanted, as the large book in her hand gave it away.
He had known this was coming, so merely sighed. "Get it over with."
Maka did as asked, raising the couple hundred page book before ramming it down into Soul's skull, "Maka Chop!"
