The engine purred softly as I fish tailed to a stop, cutting the motor and kicking the kickstand down. "You feel it, brother?" I asked, staring up at the snickering moon as more blood oozed out from its clenched teeth. "It's close."
Pulling off the helmet, a long curtain of black and white silk hair fell back into place as I replaced it with my fedora. A misty fog formed in front of my lips, showing that is was surprisingly cold for this time of year in France. A slender nose was outlined by the moon's glow as he sniffed the air, causing his stomach to growl. "It's really close. Sister, can we hurry and get it? I'm hungry." He whined, his duel colored eyes drooping slightly as he pouted. I ruffled the crimson red side of his hair, making him smile as I got off the red flamed motorcycle. With his help, I was able to get on one of the roofs and pulled him up. I followed after my brother, trusting his sense of smell to take us the right way.
Up ahead, a scuffle was heard as we came to a stop at the very edge of a house. I had my body facing the east as I had my hands in my suit pockets. My twin brother looked at me from his crouched position, watching from the corner of our eyes at the young teenage girl using a scythe to destroy the Kishin Egg. I gave him a subtle nod, causing him to grin childishly. "Oi! Slasher Jackson!" he shouted, leaning over the edge slightly. The fighting stopped as they looked up at us.
"Hey, Maka! Who are those guys?" I heard the scythe question.
"I'm gonna devour your soul, Jack!" chuckled the bi-colored boy as the sudden breeze ruffled his hair even more.
"Ready?" I asked, raising my left hand out of my pocket and holding it above his head. He nodded and transformed, becoming a large Khyber knife. I took hold of the begging arms that took place of the handle as the Rosary that was clutched between the fingers swayed in the wind. Jackson didn't want to wait anymore as he jumped at me, looking like a horrible cross between the White Rabbit and Freddy Kruger. Before his sharp, yet rusted, claws could reach my jugular I used the blade to block. Sparks flew into the Parisian air from steal meeting steal, causing my arm to shake from the force.
Before he could strike again, I jumped up and back, getting even higher. "Sister…" my brother's face appeared on the reflective part of his blade, frowning at me. "I'm hungry." Again he whined.
I smirked, shaking my head. "You're always hungry, brother." I teased, letting go of the wrists and grabbing the Rosary.
"Soul Resonance!" we shouted, making me tighten my grip tighten on the beads. "Blue bell blade!" the large Khyber knife's blade was completely shrouded in a bright blue flame that licked and kissed the night sky. Above us, the moon seem to giggle in a psychotic like childish glee. Using the beads, I swung the knife to block the attack that was aimed at my right side.
"If you're not careful, you're gonna get burned…" snickered my other half. I used the ball of my foot to spin around, kicking Jackson hard enough as I swung around again, using the momentum of his fall and the heat of the flames to cut right through his middle. Soon a dull red orb flouted where the Kishin once was. Letting go of my other half, he transformed back into his human form, clapping his hands together. "Thank you, sister, for this lovely meal." He bowed before reaching out, grabbing the soul and eating it in large bites. "Mm." he sighed happily, patting his still flat stomach.
"Hey! You haven't told us who you are!" We both looked down to see a pair of crimson orbs glare up at us.
"Are you DWMA students?" the young girl with pigtails questioned.
"Sister?"
"Brother." I answered simply, walking off the edge of the building.
"Sister's a grumpy-face right now. I gotta go. Bye-bye~" his childish voice rung out as he followed after me. "Are we DWMA students, sister?"
Removing my fedora, I once again replaced it with the full face biker helmet. He got on the bike behind me, tightly wrapping his arms around my waist as I kicked the stand up, revved the engine, and fish tailed out of there while lifting the front wheel up off the road.
•Crimson Eyes' Point of View•
"Che, who the fuck were they?" I scowled, looking at my meister. She continued to stare up at where the two once were, frowning slightly. "Maka, what's wrong?" I asked, waving a hand in her face.
"It's just… That meister's soul." Maka begun, still frowning.
"What about it?"
"It was a mirror image of their weapon's soul. It's as if it has no real shape of its own." She answered.
"But how's that even possible?"
Shrugging, she turned away, her hands clasped behind her back. "I don't know, but we should go and report this to Shinigami-sama. So c'mon Soul!" I shook my head, smirking, as I followed her.