Notes: My first fan fiction and serious story, so please leave a review so I can know what to improve on… I hope you like it, I tried, but it was mostly procrastination, heh…(I do not own nor claim to own this series, Soul Eater, all rights reserved to its rightful owners.) I apologize if they're a little OOC, I try my hardest for them to stay in character, but still keep the story interesting…
"Eh? Whaaaat?"
"Yup! Our first mission with Chrona. Sounds fun, huh?" Liz, the older of the two girls said to her younger sister's incredulous remark. Liz stood taller than her blonde sister, and her sandy-colored hair was longer than that of her sister's. She was smarter and in some cases, prettier, but one thing she'd always scorned was that her younger sister's breasts were larger than hers.
"This isn't just for fun, Liz. We're heading over to those ruins to investigate a witch sighting. And on top of that, it's unknown territory. There's nothing fun about that," the meister of the two walking alongside them. He wore a black suit, with some white every here and there. Everything about him was symmetrical except his hair, his one weakness. His cropped black hair was almost perfect, the symmetry ruined by three white stripes running across his hair, stopping halfway.
"No, I was only surprised 'cause we havta go to a bunch of boring ruins. Talk about booorring~!" Patty said while stretching her arms above her heads, mid-yawn. The group was certainly strange, the two weapons, currently in human form, wore matching modern-looking cowgirl suits, and were both significantly taller than their meister. Though they might've been far from similar, they were awfully close to one another.
"Anyway, we'll be late for the gathering. We should hurry."
The bright red leaves on the tree branches above filtered much of the light, making the area around the park bench pretty dim. It was still lively, decorated with the sounds of overhead songbirds and children at play. A boy with spiky white hair, wearing a sweatband and a sweat jacket sat on the bench. His companion, a brown-haired, pig-tailed girl wearing a school uniform paced around it in an almost perfect circle. "Knock it off already, wouldya? They're not the ones who are late; we're just damn early," the boy finally said, after watching the girl circle the bench several times.
"But Kid and his team are supposed to accompany Chrona and us to those ruins—if neither of them comes in time, how would we deal in such a dangerous situation?" The girl stated this nervously, obviously deep in thought. The boy just looked to his side with a sigh, but lifted his head once he'd spotted a familiar sight.
"Hey, Maka! Check it—there's Chrona." After this simple observation, the pig-tailed girl twirled around to face the newcomer, a full 180 degrees, and smiled; a sight that would've been a surprise to anybody who might've been watching the previously expressionless girl.
"M-Maka, sorry I'm late…" The newly arrived girl, Chrona, said this while rubbing her arm, slouching slightly. She wore a plain dress, similar to that of a nun's, but without the headpiece. Her light pink hair would've stood out in any crowd, and her pale blue eyes fluttered around, displaying her obvious nervousness. "Am I the last one to come, Maka…?"
Maka smiled while shaking her head side to side. "No, not at all! We've only just got here ourselves." This news pleased Chrona, glad to have not been a bother to her friends.
What a load of crap, the boy on the bench thought to himself. He and Maka had woken up at six in the morning, arriving at the park at seven, and now it was noon. What a waste of six hours… We came so early even though we were just supposed to meet up at 12:30… He released a deep sigh, catching the attention of the two girls, and noticeably ticked off his meister.
"MAKA CHOP!!!" his meister shouted out as she chopped his head with a heavy book about the size and weight of an encyclopedia. "You've been sighing and groaning all day long, Soul, can't you just be a little bit more patient?!" Soul said nothing, but instead got off the bench and started stretching several feet away. This left Maka red in the face with anger, but some almost indistinct shouting had caught her attention.
"Sorryyy, we're real late!", Patty, clutching her hat so it would not fall off, was running toward the trio, waving her free arm. Liz, out of breath, and their meister, Death the Kid, followed close behind.
"The train was boarding… we should hurry if we want to catch it!", Death the Kid yelled as he, Liz, and Patty continued running after they'd reached their friends. This rudeness was dismissed, as catching that train was more important. Each of the three left behind were in a state of shock for a short moment, but quickly regained their senses and ran after the others, full speed.
The train was small; one part of the train could just fit the group of six. All of them were panting and trying to catch their breath, none of them spoke for a bit, the silence filled in by deep, heavy breaths of air.
"S… So, Shinigami-san* didn't exactly fill us in very well about our mission. What are we going to do?", Maka asked, her breathing slowing down. Kid cleared his throat, and calmly and clearly stated very professionally, "We're off to New Mexico to investigate some old ruins. A technician, one of the residents of a small town that's near the said area, had reported that he'd spotted some unfamiliar people that'd been passing through town a lot recently. He also said that, even with his weak soul perception, he could sense that they were strong, and that they were witches. They seem to come from the ruins and back, he'd even spotted them in the ruins, so we're going to check it out. Obviously, it would've just been me to look into such an incident, but Chrona needed her first mission, so my father assigned you and Soul to protect her." While he'd stated this, Patty had fallen asleep, curled up in her seat, her head on Liz's shoulder. Soul had gone to looking through the window, watching the vast deserts they were passing by, and Maka had been taking down the notes the whole time. "So, we're going to meet up with this technician, and then what?" Maka asked.
"After we meet up with Wes, he'll tell us what he knows about the situation and he'll lead us to the ruins. However, he won't be assisting us much further than that." A cut opened on Chrona's back, the blood flowing out to form a small creature-looking thing.
"Ahhh! I'm boiling! This damned train has no air-conditioning. You, chick! Open up some of those windows!" The black creature commanded, directed at Liz. She pointed to herself in confusion, but got up to open the windows. Kid grabbed her wrist. "However hot any of us may be feeling, we're in the middle of a desert. It's not a good idea to open any windows unless we want a sandstorm in here." Ragnarok, which was also Chrona's weapon, crossed his small arms and hmmph'd.
"Huh? I expected you to pick a fight with him, Ragnarok. That's unusual of you…." Soul said, his attention now directed toward the usually hot-headed weapon.
"He's a friggin' shinigami*, for god's sake. I'm not a dumbass, I know not to mess with someone as strong as that, at least, not if there's no point in it," Ragnarok angrily retorted. He didn't like the thought that Soul might've thought that he was weak, so he added a quick "But I could take any of you other guys on, anytime!", while making a couple quick jabs in the air. However, Soul had already looked away, in embarrassment, thinking back on the time when he's challenged Kid before. He and his meister friend, Black Star, had fought the young shinigami, and despite their strength, they'd failed. Ragnarok, he'd realized, was no fool. The silence was broken once every while, but would return again after a short-lived attempt at a conversation. The dry heat did no one any good, especially the over-heated Ragnarok, who took his anger out by giving Chrona a nudgie throughout most of the ride.
End notes: *Shinigami-san= Kid's dad and Death god, lowercased "shinigami" is just a death god in general. Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading!! –Yuan Mi