A metallic ring echoed as Maka sliced through the witch's leg. The witch hissed in pain and jumped back on her good leg. Maka swore under her breath and gripped Soul, in scythe form, tightly in her hands.
"Maka! Watch out!" Soul warned as the witch shot a blast of energy toward them. Maka dodged, the blast just nearly missing her. Soul and Maka had been battling for about three hours, both extremely exhausted.
"I'm getting tired of this," Maka muttered.
"SOUL RESONANSE!" the meister and weapon shouted in unison.
Soul's blade grew and curved around, "Witch Hunter!" Maka yelled. She dug the blade into the ground, and a streak of energy and light shot along the ground. The witch's eyes widened in horror as the blast came toward her at full force. The blast collided with her, and her body split in half and unfurled into many ribbons. The ribbons disappeared to reveal a floating, fiery red soul.
Soul quickly changed back into human form and approached the soul cautiously, almost afraid the witch would come back to life, or that this was a dream. He reached his hand out and cupped the soul in his palm. He eyed it for a moment, before swallowing it whole.
Soul just barely had time to turn to Maka, when she crashed her lips to his and wrapped her arms around his neck. She had practically thrown herself at him, so her momentum knocked the two to the ground. Soul remained flat on his back, momentarily stunned, before wrapping his arms around his meister's thin waist, pulling her flush against him.
Maka could feel Soul tremble slightly in excitement, amazed at the feat they had accomplished.
They pulled away from each other, both breathless, exhausted, flushed, and extremely happy.
"We did it," Soul breathed. Maka simply nodded, unable to find her voice at the moment.
Soul burst out laughing at Maka's star struck expression. He rolled them over so he was on top and met her lips eagerly once more. He pulled away and stood quickly, lending his partner a hand. He jerked her off the ground, almost as if she was light as a feather.
Maka was left breathless from his last kiss. She stumbled as Soul gently led her to the motorcycle, earning a chuckle from him. "Walk much?" he teased.
She blushed and stuttered out an insult. Soul grinned and hopped onto the bike. She jumped on behind him and wrapped her arm securely around his waist. He kicked the stand back and revved the engine. The bike took off down the Trail back toward Death City, to Shibusen.
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"Soul Eater Evans: Death Scythe. That sounds perfect!" Maka said giddily to herself. She nuzzled Soul's back, between his shoulders blades. She looked up, spying the city not far off.