Hello Everyone! This is the first chapter of my very FIRST fanfic! I'm excited to see what everyone thinks of it. Also, this fanfic goes with the Anime. I haven't read the manga yet so this will have nothing to do with it. If something happens in this that happens in the manga it's completely accidental.
Also, I do not own "Soul Eater". Thank you :)
Chapter one
Maka and Soul
Maka looks down on the city, concentrating on finding their target. She is sitting on the edge of a tall building, using her soul perception to search through the streets below, seeing all the souls of the people on the street and in their homes. She and her partner have been in New York for over a week and still haven't found their target.
"Sense anything, Maka?" her partner and weapon, Soul Eater, asks. Maka glares at him out of the corner of her eyes. The white haired teen sits on the concrete ground, his back leaning against the brick wall with his arms behind his head. He is always like that, lazing around while she does all the work. To his credit he's an amazing weapon and friend but when it comes to actually sharing the work he's completely useless.
"Would you pipe down? I'm trying to concentrate." She says, irritated. Soul just leans back with a low chuckle. Honestly! Her weapon could be the most irritating bastard. Dressed in his favorite brown jacket and dark gray pants, the red eyed weapon knew just how to irritate her the best. She'd give him a good Maka-Chop if she wasn't trying to find their target.
All of a sudden, she senses it: a human soul who has turned dark. It's in an alley, just a block over. She stands up suddenly which causes Soul to stand as well, abandoning his nonchalant demeanor for his "down to work" seriousness. Without comment, Soul transforms into his scythe form. Maka catches him easily, twirling him effortlessly around her body before jumping from the building to land silently and masterfully on the pavement below, her black long coat flowing around her, and sets off at a dead sprint towards her target.
"What number will this make, Maka?" Soul asks.
"Sixty-eight. Not long and we'll have to go for the witch's soul." she says happily.
"And then I'll be a Death Scythe," he says, smiling at the thought. They had tried in the past and made it all the way to the final soul: the soul of a witch. However it all came to a crashing halt when the soul they took was actually that of the magic cat, Blair. Now the busty cat-woman lives with them. Maka grinds her teeth at the thought of the cat. While she doesn't hate Blair, at least not most days, she can't stand the way she always flirts with Soul. The voluptuous woman always seems to be prancing around the apartment either in her highly revealing underwear or just in very small towel. Soul has learned not to let her have the reaction she's always trying to get from him, even when she gives him an "accidental" flash of her breasts or other assets, but Maka doesn't miss the way his cheeks slightly blush or the way he shifts his legs when he sees her. Maka pushes those thoughts away as she comes to the alley she had sensed the dark soul from.
"Be careful Maka." Soul says seriously. She glares at the red eye on the head of the scythe.
"Don't worry about me. Besides, this one is nothing compared to the Kishin." she says, a cold chill going up her spine at the memory of the most terrifying creature she had ever confronted. The evil, madness god had come within an inch of conquering the world had Maka and her friends not stopped him. Maka had gained a slight fame status because everyone, including her friends, saying that she was the one who destroyed him when it had been a combined effort. Even though the whole incident had happened a year ago she still has nightmares about it.
"I know Maka but that doesn't mean you should get cocky, that's my job." he says, smiling in his scythe form. Maka walks calmly into the pitch black alley way. She senses the dark soul among the bricks and garbage that is spilled around, but the darkness makes it impossible to make out any shape beyond the light of the street lamp behind them. She steels her nerves before stepping closer to the darkness.
Out of nowhere, something shoots out and swings towards them. Maka quickly jumps back and lands in a fighting stance, Soul raised to attack. "I am Maka Albarn, Scythe Meister of the DWMA. I've come to take your soul." Maka states calmly with the pride and authority she feels for her status.
Their target steps from the darkness: Elizabeth Bathory. Lord Death himself had assigned them this mission. The countess has been stealing the souls of young women in hopes it would keep her young and beautiful. What she doesn't know is that every time she takes a girl's soul it turns her soul dark and brings her that much closer to becoming a Kishin, that and it doesn't do anything for her looks. While Elizabeth does look "young" her face is now elongated to make room for the hideously sharp teeth that can't be hidden even when she closes her mouth, her fingers now end in long, razor sharp nails that look to be covered in dried blood, not to mention the purple slip dress she wears is also stained with muck and blood. The only attractive thing left of her is the long, black hair that hangs down her back. She laughs manically as she steps further out of the darkness, twitching her nails as she runs her elongated tongue over her teeth, making them glisten with saliva.
"Well, aren't you a beautiful young thing. Your soul is sure to shave off a few years." she boasts as she takes a few steps closer. Maka doesn't react to the countess's words, with a quick flick of her wrist, she brings Soul into an attack position and charges. Elizabeth lunges, drawing back one of her clawed hands to strike. Maka side steps and without the slightest resistance, severs the hand with one masterful slice.
Elizabeth curses with a high shriek as she clutches at the wound. "You worthless slut! I'll see you suffer before I rip your soul out!" She says before running back into the darkness.
"She's making a run for it!" Soul exclaims.
"Like hell she is!" Maka says before swinging Soul around so she can chase the target. Elizabeth uses her remaining hand to grip the brick wall so that she can scurry up the building at the end of the alley. She looks back down into the alley to see if the meister is in pursuit but sees no one, not a single creature in the alley. She looks back towards the top of the building in confusion till she finds Maka, standing on the brick wall as if she were on the ground, her pigtails handing down past her face.
"How did you-", she begins, her mouth gapping at the sight of the young girl standing on the wall. Maka strikes at Elizabeth, aiming for her head and Elizabeth jumps to dodge the attack, flipping in the air and landing behind Maka, her claw gripping the wall again. She quickly turns to face Maka as the young meister comes charging up the wall at her. Maka spins and delivers a round-house kick to Elizabeth's face and sends the countess flying high into the air before she comes crashing down onto the roof of the building with a crash. She slowly tries to pick herself up when she hears a whoosh from behind her and Maka lands just a few feet from Elizabeth, the meister's fierce, green eyes glaring at her.
"I guess this isn't going to be much of a fight. I almost feel sorry for you." Maka says as she twirls Soul back into a fighting position as she makes her way to the injured countess.
"Don't underestimate me you stupid bitch!" the countess screams before spewing a stream of red liquid at Maka. She dodges the slime, but just barely as the slime hits concrete and begins to sizzle and smoke. Acid, Maka and Soul say simultaneously in their heads to each other. Elizabeth gets back to her feet slowly and eyes them with a murderous glare. "I'll spit down your throat and watch you dissolve from the inside out!" she screams before spitting again, this time the acid splashes against Soul's shaft.
With a loud curse Soul changes back to his human form, flailing his arms around as smoke starts to rise off his back. He hops around frantically and screaming as he struggles to take off his jacket. "Hot! Hot! HOT!" he yells as she struggles to make the zipper of his jacket to come undone. Maka quickly but carefully helps him remove the jacket before the slime can burn through and reach his skin. She throws the jacket down as the slime slowly melts the jacket into a nasty puddle of black goo.
Soul stares at the puddle for a moment with a wide-eyed, petrified look on his face before turning towards the countess, his red eyes full of potent anger. "YOU MISSERABLE BITCH! THAT WAS MY FAVORITE JACKET!" he yells before turning his right arm into his scythe blade and charging at her himself. Maka watches, dumb-founded, as Soul attacks Elizabeth in a cold rage. Soul swings wildly at the countess and she surprisingly meets his attacks stroke for stroke with her one hand. It's just a jacket you moron, Maka thinks as he comes around for another attack.
"Take this!" Soul roars as he comes down with a vertical slash that rips open the countess's shoulder, spraying blood all over both of them and causing her to fall back. "Maka!" Soul yells, signaling her join in.
"Right!" she says and charges forward as Soul flips into the air and changes back to a scythe. Maka catches him skillfully before he can touch the ground and swings for the countess. Elizabeth clutches at her wound as the meister and weapon lunge for her. Taking the defensive she spits her acid again only to have Maka dodge without stopping. The countess does so again and again only to have the same outcome. Maka brings Soul around to attack but the countess dodges Soul's blade before attacking, her clawed fingers coming centimeters from catching at Maka's throat. Without hesitation, Maka uses the momentum of her previous strike and spins around for another. Elizabeth's eyes go wide as Soul slices through her midsection like a hot knife through butter. The countess lets out another high pitched shriek before her body dissolves, leaving her soul to float in the air where she stood.
Soul transforms again without a word and walks over to take the soul. He turns back to Maka and gives her his usual snide grin before giving her a thumbs up. She smiles as he takes the purple glowing orb and opens wide. He lets the soul slip into his mouth and he chews with soft moans of satisfaction before he allows it to slide down his throat. Giving a loud belch of satisfaction he turns back to Maka. "Not bad for a good night's work. I guess we head back home, huh?" he says crossing his arms behind his head like the "cool" guy he thinks himself to be.
"Just one thing," she says before taking out her latest hard-back novels and slamming the spine over his head in a Maka-Chop. Soul curses as he rubs the latest knot on his head before eying her evilly.
"What the hell was that for, you idiot!" he asks angrily. She responds with another Maka-Chop that sends him to the ground, flat on his face, as blood starts to pool around his head.
"The first one was for charging at her on your own, we're supposed to be a team. The second one was for being a jerk." she says simply, crossing her arms and looking away from him. Soul pushes himself up on his elbows as he gives her another evil look.
"Are you sure it just isn't your time of the month, Tiny Tits." The third Maka-Chop comes without warning and is strong enough to make more blood spew from his nose.
"STOP calling me that!" she says before storming off while he lays on the concrete in pain. She turns back around as she remembers, "Hey! Get your ass up and bring the bike around. You know I still don't have my license." she demands angrily. Soul slowly pushes himself off the ground, again, as blood streams from his nose and from under his hair line.
"Whatever you say...Tiny Tits." he mumbles quietly. She turns back around, pointing the book at him threateningly with a sinister look on her face.
"What was that?" He raises his arms in surrender, hiding his fear with a nervous smile.
"Nothing, nothing at all Maka. I'll just go get the bike." he says quickly before jumping from the building. Maka nods in satisfaction as she puts the novel away and jumps from the roof and lands down on the street to wait for Soul.