The Lost Children
The figure floated about the night, quickly but gracefully. So gracefully. The strange moon peered down, chuckling darkly. The figure stops briefly. The cold night air brushes against its skin. The gangly figure swings a bag from its shoulder. A blue glow emits from the bag, illuminating the figure's face. The pale girl closes the bag quickly and throws it back over her shoulder.
"Maka! What exactly are we supposed to be looking for?" Soul complained. He was slumped against a wall, his hands buried in his pockets. The night wind ruffled his white hair lightly.
"Weren't you listening to Shinigami-sama at all? Someone has been stealing souls from people here, but he doesn't think it's a kishin egg," Maka says, diligently looking down the narrow street. She could see the dark figures of Death the Kid and the Thompson sister at the end of the narrow street, watching the busier street. Black Star and Tsubaki somewhere else. Maka shivers and clutches her coat about her.
Suddenly a flare shoots up from a few blocks over. Soul straightens immediately, Maka glares towards the flare. Down the street Death the Kid and his weapons are already gone, headed towards the flare. Maka holds out her hand and Soul transforms, Maka catching his scythe-form easily.
This opponent was definitely formidable but Black Star would never admit it. Even with one hand occupied by the black bag, she deftly works a double blade. Black Star grits his teeth, unusually silent as he tries to hack away at the petite offender. A giggle bubbles from her as she is forced into a beam of light.
Her dark hair is covered by a light pink hat with cat ears. She has a fierce expression on her face. Striped gloves cover her arms almost to her shoulders. The tank top she wears plain except for a white skull with x's for eyes. A skull belt hangs sideways from her hip lopsidedly. Skulls feature prominently on her. A bracelet with a skull charm, a skull necklace, a skull tank top, a skull belt, and skull fastenings on her knee high boots. A set of old keys dangle from the wrist holding the bag. The weapon is also quite impressive. A long double blade sword. It glints purple but appears black. She handles it so deftly.
A loud bang rings out through the night. The figure spins, deflecting two bullets into the wall. She spins again, slashing violently at Black Star who had lunged at her. Another giggle bubbles from her pale lips. She suddenly pushes of the ground, flipping midair, using Black Star's head as a pivot, just as Maka brings the scythe-Soul down violently.
Black Star lunges again with a shout and the girl barely moves just in time. Another round of bangs resounds through the night. The girl gives a shout of shock a two bullets whizz by either side of her head.
"Watch it!" she screams, her voice clearly angry. Maka swings at her again and the dark-haired youth jumps back gaining purchase on the brick wall of a building and its sign.
What she failed to notice was a rose-haired youth slinking up the street. When the dark hair girl threw herself up, he lunged, a black sword appearing in his hand. The sword embeds itself into the wall, going straight through the girl's bracelet. She shreiks, trying to pull her wrist through but unable to.
"Ari!" she shrieks. Panic colors her voice and her face contorts in something like fear. Maka and Black Star are advancing on the struggling girl. With a flash of purple, the sword is gone and in its place is a navy-haired boy. He grips Crona's hand and yanks, pulling the Ragnarok from the wall and releasing Crona to fall. Black Star is directly in the way of Crona's falling body and thy crash to the ground with shouts.
The girl drops she drops herself directly atop Maka but unlike Crona, she has force behind her attack. She kicks Maka violently into the ground. Bullets rain down but she deftly maneuvers to avoid them. Her pale arm reaches to Ari, he grabs her hand, matching bracelets klink against each other for a moment before he is again a double blade. The girl runs at Kid, moving to avoid each shot, until they are close enough she can swing. Locked in deadly battle, Kid grits his teeth, it has been a long time since he faced an opponent this deadly.
Soul helps Maka up, she grips her head in clear pain. She hisses a shuddering breath and Soul gives her a concerned look. Black Star and Crona are both out cold, Tsubaki untangling them and nursing their wounds. Maka holds her hand out and gives Soul a loaded look.
The girl finds her opening, darting forward and dealing a punch to Kid's face. He shouts in a mixture of shock and pain, stumbling back. The girl turns to run but is blind-sided by Maka swinging Soul. She gives an alarmed shriek. The last few moments went by in a blur and none were entirely sure what had happened.
The girl was forced to her knees, Soul's hand tangled in her dark brown hair, her hat gone. His arm, a scythe now, held to her pale throat. She grits her teeth, growling lowly. Soul looks up in triumph only for his face to fall again. The navy-haired weapon has Maka by her pigtails, one arm, a blade, at her throat.
"Looks like we're in much the same predicament. You have my meister, and I have yours," he says coolly. Ari smiles, revealing fangs. Soul just grits his teeth, "I propose a trade, Aya for Maka Albarn."
"How do you know her name?" Soul shouts, anger evident in his voice. A giggle bubbles from Aya's throat, her mouth twisting in a terrible smirk. She yelps when Soul harshly pulls her hair.
"We know lot about you all, Soul Eater Evans." Ari smirks then his face becomes hard again. Aya moves suddenly, throwing herself back into Soul, causing him to be slightly off balanced. Aya pulls her hair from his grip; she flicks her entire body, as if it was weightless. A kick to Soul's face causes him to crumple to the ground, screaming in pain.
"SOUL!" Maka's scream echoes through the night.
"Black Star isn't the only one here who can throw their wavelength into attacks," Aya says, smirking. She skips quickly over to Ari, giggling the entire way. She whispers into his ear, "I believe Master will want these souls for herself, especially that of a shinigami's."
"If you want to see your friend live, you will follow us, weapons will return to their original form and if we suspect any sort of problems. We will kill her," Ari calls out to the now awakened meisters. In a flash of purple, Aya has her blade again. She tangles her fingers into Maka's hair roughly. Twin flashes of pink and the Thompson sisters stand at either side of Kid.
"You, Liz Thompson, grab the bag." Liz blanches as the cold voice is directed at her. Liz reluctantly retrieves the bag. Ari pulls Maka, by her hair, to her feet. "Evans, you will walk first. Crona will walk behind him, then Black Star, Patty, Tsubaki, then Kid. Liz, you'll walk beside me."
As the silent DWMA students do as they are told, Aya can't help but think: Sister will be pleased.