A/N: Ok so this is Kishin Killers! Um I'm going to have multiple points of view for the first time so I hope that'll go well. Enjoy~
Soul's POV
"I'm home..." I said when I arrived at my empty apartment. I stared blankly at the tv as I sat down on the couch. I was seriously exhausted. I was working all day as some dude's body guard. See, there're these things called Kishin that are attacking people and taking their souls. Honestly, it'd be better if I found a partner to help me out. I may be a decent fighter, but I was made to be wielded by a meister. I am a weapon after all. I'm a scythe and without a meister I fight like a regular guy. It is not fun. So to distract myself, I turned on the tv. Not 10 seconds later did I hear a knock at the door. Someone was pounding their fist on my door and I had no idea who. I had no friends or family. My older brother died in a car accident two years ago and my parents were killed by some Kishin two months later. So to get away from it all I moved to some town where nobody knows me. And yet here I was, getting up to answer the door to someone I probably didn't even know. I turned the knob and saw something I had never thought I would. I saw a girl, probably a year younger than me, with sandy-blonde hair tied up into twin pigtails and emerald green eyes. Only that wasn't the only thing I noticed. She was hunched over and was clutching her left arm. She had cuts and bruises everywhere and had a deep gash in the arm she was clutching and blood trickling down her arm. She looked at me and opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but before she could even make any noise, she collapsed and fell onto my chest. I stared for a moment and then picked her up bridal-style and placed her gently on my couch. She stirred and I thought she was going to wake up, but she only mumbled something under her breath. I went into the bathroom to get something to clean her up. She was a mystery and I was going to figure out what happened to her. But I had to help her get better first.
Maka's POV
I woke up on someone's couch with a pounding headache. I glanced around and saw that I was in a living room that had a coffee table, a tv, a red couch, and a few doorways. I lifted my hand to my head and tried to sit up, groaning in the process. A guy who looked a year older than me walked in the room. He had stark white hair and crimson eyes. He looked at me with surprise and gave me a shark-toothed grin. He walked over to me and started dabbing a wet cloth on my arm, probably trying to clean up the dried blood. He stared at me and a look of concern passed over his eyes. "Hey, who are you? What happened?" He questioned with a deep voice full of worry. I smiled at him. "My name is Maka Albarn. I was fighting a group of Kishin when this happened. I know it doesn't look like it, but I beat them," I said. He looked at me with disbelief. "Well if you won, why do you look like you got hit by a bus?" the boy asked. "I never said that I won. I beat the Kishin, but not the witch controlling them. SHE beat me. She called herself Arachne," I replied. He stared at me for a second and nodded, signaling that he understood. "What's your name?" I asked him. "Soul. Soul Eater Evans," he replied. Then he said seriously, "Don't ever use my last name." I looked at him curiously but nodded in agreement. He looked relieved and offered me some tea. I said yes and he went to make it. I glanced around and sighed. "I have to get back to the Kishin Killers. They're my teammates. They help me hunt Kishin. I was on a mission when this happened. I need to see them soon," I said. Soul looked at me and nodded. "I'll take ya to 'em once you can get up without wincing," Soul replied calmly. I gave an irritated huff and took the cup of tea that he set down. I sipped it thoughtfully and wondered what the others were doing right now. They probably think I'm just reading a book so I can take a break since I'm the leader of a chaotic team, I thought with a chuckle. I gazed out the window and smiled as small snowflakes drifted gracefully toward the ground. Frost was creeping up the sides of the windows and I knew it'd be a cold January. The year had just started so it makes sense that we'd still have winter weather. With that thought in my mind, I decided to sleep since it had become dark outside. As I was drifting off into a deep sleep, I felt Soul put a blanket over me and whisper,"You're already hurt. You don't need to catch a cold too." After that I felt strangely... Warm.
Soul's POV
I woke up with a start. My alarm clock wouldn't quit going off because the snooze button had been on the fritz for a week. I looked at it and it read 7:30. Well crap, I thought. I was gonna be late for work. I had to be ready before 8:20 or I was so screwed. I ran to my bathroom so I could brush my teeth when I realized that the shower was still steamy, like someone'd just used it. I thought for a sec until I realized that girl—Maka— must have taken a shower. I brushed my teeth and ran into Maka on the way out. She was wearing nothing but a towel and all I had on was some boxers and a t-shirt. We stared at each other before breaking into a mad blush and running in the opposite direction. I ran into my room and slammed the door shut. I heard the bathroom door close loudly and the faint sound of a click which meant she locked the door. My back was against the door and I sank down onto the floor. As I got ready I thought, This is gonna be harder than I thought.
Maka's POV
I ran into the bathroom and locked the door shut. My face was totally red. I just ran into Soul and he was only wearing boxers and a t-shirt! And I'm wearing nothing more than a towel. I got dressed and dried my hair with a towel and exited the bathroom awkwardly. I looked around and nobody was around, so I guess Soul was still getting ready. I went to the kitchen and made two sandwiches. Soul came out of his room in an orange t-shirt, a black leather jacket, faded gray jeans, black and white sneakers and a headband that said 'Soul Eater' on it. "I'm going to work," he announced. "You can come if you want," he continued. I stared blankly at him for a second before nodding and standing up. We walked outside and Soul locked the door. We started walking down the street when Soul asked,"Wanna know what my job is?" To which I replied,"Sure, tell me." He grinned and said,"I'm a bodyguard for this guy. He likes to have me around to defend him in fights with Kishin and stuff. I don't really care 'bout the guy, but he pays well so I do what I'm told. Its a simple thing, really." I stared for a second and thought. He sounded like fighting was no big deal or anything, like he didn't have anyone to fight for; like he was just living for himself and had no one else. I didn't know what to make of it. He seemed so normal, could he really have been so alone? I couldn't believe it. But from the look of loneliness and despair in his crimson eyes, I could tell I was completely correct.
When the two of us got there, Soul knocked on his boss' door. The door opened up to a scrawny man that looked about 45 or so. He looked tired and jumpy, like he was expecting an attack. He ushered us in and eyed me curiously. I smiled and he eased up a fraction. "Welcome, Soul Eater. Good morning. Mind introducing me to your friend here?" The old man asked. "Morning, Mr. Jackson. This is Maka," Soul said, gesturing to me. I smiled and waved at him shyly. I was kind of nervous. Mr. Jackson seemed to emit an air of worry and dread. He greeted me and we walked into the kitchen. He let us sit down and I glanced at Soul. He looked completely serious, nothing like I'd ever seen him like before. He appeared calm and collected, like Mr. Jackson was a completely normal person who didn't act like a paranoid freak. Soul noticed my staring and gave me a reassuring smile. "Don't be nervous. He's harmless, trust me. He couldn't hurt a fly even if he wanted to," he whispered. I gave a grateful smile and watched as Mr Jackson made a phone call. "Who's he calling?" I asked Soul. "His wife. She went to visit a friend and had to stay the night because it had gotten late. We're gonna go pick her up. On foot of course. She took their only car," he replied. So we all walked out the door and headed out.
Soul's POV
We knocked on the door and a woman about the age of 40 opened the door. She smiled. "Oh, hi Lawrence," she said while looking at Mr. Jackson. "Shelby! Your husband is here!" the woman yelled. Another woman came up to the door. She smiled and greeted us. She gave her keys to Mr. Jackson and we all got into the car. We drove back in a comfortable silence. As we stopped at a red light, I saw something moving in an alleyway. I looked to Maka and she was all tensed up. I was sure that a Kishin was waiting there for us. So I opened the car door and walked over to where the monster was. I held up my arm and transformed it into a scythe. It was one of my abilities as a weapon. I charged and it attempted a dodge at the last second, but I left a deep gash in its stomach. I grinned and kept slashing at it until it was backed up into a corner. I threw my arm down and sliced the beast in half. I watched as it twitched and disappeared. I saw the Kishin egg soul, took it, and ate it. I walked back over to the car and got in like nothing had ever happened. Maka was gaping at me like what I had just done was the most amazing thing she'd ever seen. "...What's wrong with you?" I asked her. She stared at me for a second before replying,"I had no idea that you were a weapon!"
"Yeah, so?"
"I happen to be a meister in need of a weapon."
"What are you suggesting?"
"That you become my partner, obviously."
I stared blankly for a moment. What have I got to lose? I thought. "Sure, why not?" I whispered into her ear. She looked at me, confused. I rolled my eyes. "Mr. Jackson would freak if he knew I, his only form of defense, were quitting on him. So let's shut up about if 'till we get back," I explained. She nodded in understanding and faced forward and I did the same. We were back on the road and had already arrived a block away from the Jackson residence. We got out of the car and walked inside. Mrs. Jackson headed into her room to change clothes. Now's a good of time as any, I thought. "Umm... Mr. Jackson? Can I speak with you?" I asked nervously. I had never liked quitting. I felt like a traitor. "Sure, Soul. What's up?" He replied casually. "I... Uh... I kinda wanted to..." I started uneasily. "He'd like to quit, sir." The two of us looked at Maka, who'd just spoken up out if nowhere. Mr. Jackson looked shocked. I knew he'd take it bad, I thought. He looked as if I had slapped him. "Well... We should go then. Bye," I said awkwardly. Maka and I got up to leave and closed the door before running down the street. Mr. Jackson looked furious. Before we even got to the end of the street, Mr. Jackson stormed out of the house with a...a shotgun?!
"I told ya he'd freak!" I yelled to Maka.
"Oh, shut up and run!" She shouted back.
As we rounded another corner, we could hear Mr. Jackson bellowing after us and our thundering footsteps taking us far, far away from the furious man.