Mission: Granted
"I need air."
In fact, I needed space. A place away from this bloody, murder scene. The corpse I was talking to seemed to nod. It was actually just tilting its head, due to the loss of jaw muscles. Such a bloody, bloody scene. Intestines spilling out in a disorderly mass, no order, no discretion. Such a beautiful corpse. I might need to burn the corpse, otherwise they might find out who killed him.
"Hehe." I'm repeating to myself.
And what would I do about myself? Me, covered in another's blood. What would they think, if they found me in this state. They wouldn't take me away, would they? They wouldn't be so cruel as to remove my freedom to kill.
Would they?
Somewhere else in Death City.
Soul slowly opened his eyes, wincing in the morning light. It was summer, and a lazy one so far…he hadn't collected any more souls ever since summer break started. That was two weeks ago. But, it seemed an eternity.
"Soul! Breakfast is ready, get down otherwise it'll cool." That was Maka. She had taken it upon herself to cook, saying if Soul was left to his own devices, it wouldn't be long before he was just one fat piece of blubber. Then, how would they survive a mission. That is, if they obtained any missions. For now, Soul thought, I'll just stay in be-
A shattering was heard all through -out the house, as a white cat jumped through the window and landed on Soul. It's glittering red eyes glanced up at Soul, before leaping again, towards the door. Towards Maka.
Soul jumped out of his bed, tripping over fallen clothing and leftover snacks. He had just stood up again when another figure, this time a lean shadowed, masked human, burst through the shattered window and landed on Soul's back, knocking the wind out of him. Soul's eyes bugged out at the sight of the figure on top of him, his first thought "BOOBS" before he blacked out. Vaguely in the background, he heard Maka yelling…
Soul's POV
"Nee, Soul?" I looked up into two, large green eyes.
"Maka?" I sat up quickly. "Where are the? Th-the intruders?" I glanced around frantically. "I had thought that they'd…"
"Eh? Intruders?" Maka looked at me strangely. "You knocked your head in your sleep, twisting and turning like that."
"Eh?" I mimicked her. I took in my surroundings. Eight o'clock, currently. Window? Not broken. Maka? Looking fine. In pajamas, but fine. "Well, that wasn't cool…" I turned towards my pillow, burying my face.
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