*Hello everyone glad you could join me again! As your reward here is chapter 2. Enjoy, also I own nothing of Soul Eater*
"Who the fuck do you think you are interfering in my personal business?!" yelled the purple suited man to the newcomer. The waiter, who at this time was ready to wet his pants, looked at his savior with an unending gratefulness. Gasps were heard around the restaurant as the customers recognized the savior.
"Let the guy go, it was an accident or rather from my view point you did this on purpose. I will not allow you to use violence in my presence." The dessert covered man's brown eyes glared daggers at the one who dared oppose him. He freed his hand from the red haired man and released the waiter, who dropped to the floor and crawled away from the two.
"You dare say this was my fault? Do you have any idea who I am? I am the heir to the Halroth Corporation! Michael Halroth! This filth was too busy contemplating his miserable existence to watch where he was going so it is his fault and I want him to pay for everything!"
After his little speech the man expected to see recognition in the newcomers face and to beg for forgiveness, instead the other man did….nothing. His serious blue eyes never twitched. This newcomer seemed mysterious to Michael. The man's red shoulder length hair, blue eyes basic black suit blazer, black dress slacks, an olive green button down shirt, with a black cross tie seemed familiar but he couldn't place it. Not that it mattered to him.
"I am the manager, what seems to be the problem?" said a well groomed man wearing a long sleeved black shirt tucked into black slacks with a grey tie, coming to stand by the red haired man's side.
"Nothing serious Jack, just some wise guy who wants a free meal. Seems like Mr. Halroth thought your delicious food should be free for him so he intentionally bumped into your waiter to make it so you would cover his meal as a trade for ruining his suit."
"How dare you insult me that way worm?! I am the richest man in the world, why would I have the need to do such a foolish thing?"
"Because as of a week ago your business entered some troubling times which put you and your family into a bad financial crisis. Bet daddy dearest cut you off since the lifestyle of the heir was also draining the company am I right?" Anger coursed through Michaels' body as he clenched his fists. Before anyone could react he lunged at the red haired man aiming for his face but before he knew what was happening he found himself pinned to the floor, one arm twisted behind his back.
"Wow Death Scythe, you moved so quickly I almost missed it. My boys and I will take care of him." With a snap of the manager's fingers, three men appeared to apprehend Michael. Spirit moved aside and put his hands in his pocket.
"N…no way you are the famous Death Scythe?!"
"Yes and Lord Death does not approve of thieves and liars within his city. Now please everyone go back to your meals." With that, he walked to where Maka and Soul were standing. Michaels' rants and protests faded away and everyone had a new subject to discuss.
"Hi Maka, so what did you think of your cool dad huh?"
"You are so dramatic honestly. Always have to be the center of attention don't you?" With that she turned around and followed the hostess again to a booth near the back. Spirit felt as if a knife had been shoved through him.
'Damn and here I thought THAT would have impressed her.' With a sigh, he followed. After sitting and giving out menus, the hostess left.
"Well I see you brought Soul, what do you guys think of the place?" asked Spirit.
"It's a nice place; the architecture really makes this place stand out. Whoa and half of the food on this menu is very exquisite." Said Soul as he read over the menu. Maka scanned hers to see if there was anything familiar or something she recognized.
"Hello, my name is Ryan I'll be your waiter. What can I get for you to drink?" Ironically it was the same waiter Spirit had saved from getting beaten up. After ordering drinks and what they wanted to eat, Ryan wrote it down and with a smile left the table.
"So Maka, Soul, how have you two been?" Asked Spirit as he leaned back into the seat.
"Well we have collected so far 60 souls. We are getting closer to our goal of creating a powerful Death Scythe," Maka said with an "innocent" smile that sent chill down Spirits' spine.
"Ha ha well glad to see you have your mothers' determination." At that moment, Ryan returned with the drinks.
"Here you go everyone. Oh and I wanted to thank you Mr. Death Scythe, to show my appreciation this meal is on the house."
"Oh please that isn't necessary, really." With another smile he just walked away. With a sigh, Spirit turned to the kids. No surprise Maka was glaring at him while Soul merely sipped from his drink.
'Geez definitely just like her mother.'
"Hey come to think of it, isn't the Halroth Corporation the one that discovered some kind of link between combining a Meister's abilities with cybernetics?" asked Soul.
"Something like that. Seems like some parts of the world where war breaks out, the military implanted something within their soldiers and Meisters. Then the people's abilities became increased by an invention called the Red Stone. Thing is that the Halroth corporation wasn't able to completely fix all the bugs. The users suffered irreparable side effects or in some cases death. Some were able to combine their soul wave lengths with the Red Stone just as if they were using a weapon. They, too, suffered side effects. After all that no one wanted to risk using their product and it really affected the Corporation. The project was abandoned and they have been trying to redeem themselves ever since." Explained Spirit.
"Did some of those meisters come close to becoming kishin?" Spirit nodded giving his daughter a sad look.
"Lord Death observed their movements as a precaution. If he saw that there was a danger then he instructed the death scythes in charge of that district to handle it. They tried to remove the Red Stone from the meisters, but it seemed once infused there was no way to separate the two."
"That's kinda harsh. But then again their fates were sealed once they stopped believing in their own abilities and that of their weapon partners." Stated Soul. Maka understood the double meaning of his words but merely ignored him. Seemed like Soul still didn't approve of her wanting to awaken her weapon blood. But her father's words triggered a new question in her.
"What did the corporation do with these Red Stones once the project was canceled?"
"From the report I read, the remainder were destroyed. Although this invention was about to amplify abilities, the risk was still too high to allow any prototype to exist"
"I see. Say dad, have you been able to find out anything about a way to awaken my weapon blood?" Spirit was taking a sip of his drink when she asked, naturally taken by surprise; some of the drink went down the wrong hole. After a short coughing fit he composed himself.
"So you're still on that huh? Well no I haven't found anything. I was thinking that if you started training with Soul then you might awaken it even a little and go from there but that is a long shot."
"I can handle it" Soul scowled at the idea but merely listened to them.
"The thing is Maka, you have trained your Meister abilities all these years that your weapon blood may have gone in a deep state of dormancy that it could be unreachable. But I have a theory. When you fought the kishin you tapped into it, true you were unconscious but you awakened it somehow so there might be a chance you could harness it. Only if you learn to not heavily rely on your weapon, no offense soul. What I'm saying is you have to balance yourself. Learn the true meaning of 'a sound soul lies within a sound mind and a sound body.'"
"Well in the case you aren't able to awaken it I will still be here as your cool weapon Maka" both Maka and spirit smiled at him. Maka squeezed his hand under the table as thanks. Soul merely blushed and just smirked.
"Hey soul you'd better not be thinking of hitting on my little girl got that!" Just like that both teenagers quickly turned bright red and released contact.
"As if I'd ever think of going with her! What's your deal Death Scythe?! "
"So you're telling me you don't find her attractive in that dress!" By now they had abandoned the normal conversion voice level and had attracted the attention of nearby tables.
"Of course not! She looks as plain as always!" Poor soul merely spoke the first words he could think of. Maka's patience had already snapped.
"YOU TWO ARE SO EMBARRASSING!" with a powerful double Maka chop, she successfully shut them up. Hidden away from their view stood the hostess, watching. Ryan walked up to her.
"How is the fool doing?"
"Relax Ryan, he is being taken care of now. Michael will no longer be a threat to our operation."
"Good, so those two are the ones we need right? " he said while looking at Maka and Soul who seemed to be arguing amongst themselves
"No we only need the girl. Currently we have already attained one of the few we need once they have all been captured we can go with phase two of the plan."
"Good I'm tired of this stupid disguise. Once we finish this we can go home right? "
"Only if the gate can be re-opened. Now quit your complaining and take them their food. Make sure to add the...ingredient to the girls' food."
"Of course." With a wicked smile they walked back into the kitchen, went in to a storage room where Michael was tied to a chair.
"You bastards...I thought you were all killed off..." With a laugh, the hostess's eyes turned black.
"Not all." Ryan shuts the door on them and leaves. Only his ears could catch the screams coming within the room.