Here is the second chapter of my first fanfiction! As you can probably tell, since it says Chapter Two... yeah... well, enjoy! Please review!
"Maki!"
"Hey, it's not my fault!"
"Yeah, it was!"
"Both of you shut up before I dissect you!"
Jerakai Merrix shuddered slightly. The green and black scythe in his hands flashed and a girl appeared from the shoulders up on the blade. Her shoulders were bare, as in weapon form, the distorted black space the weapon's human forms go apparently does not allow clothes. "Sorry, professor," she said sheepishly, her voice warped slightly.
Doctor Franken Stein, a teacher at the DWMA for over 20 years now, sighed and twisted the giant screw in his head. "Try it again."
Jerakai nodded and turned back to the Kishin-shaped dummy they used for practice. His gloved hands tightened on the handle of the scythe.
"Let's go, Soul Resonance!"
Focusing on each other's soul wavelength, the pair tuned their own wavelengths to the other. Yelling wordlessly in unison from the effort, Jerakai raised the scythe behind his shoulders in preparation to strike.
"WITCH HUNTER!"
The blade shuddered, then exploded outwards into a huge, colorful, glowing crescent blade.
Jerakai's eyes fluttered, but he whipped the scythe forward, decapitating the dummy. His knees bent, his eyes shut, and he fell to the ground, which effectively cut off his connection to Maki.
The scythe turned into her human form as she fell, kneeling on the grass next to her unconscious meister.
Maki Evans looked a lot like her grandfather. Her long hair, pulled back in a low ponytail reaching her waist, was bright, deep red. Her bangs were short and floppy, with two longer locks framing her thin, soft face. She had her mother's bright emerald green eyes. She only took after her father in her scythe form's almost identical looks, with her form having green instead of red, and her slightly sharper than normal teeth.
She wore a green, black and white plaid skirt that was a bit longer than the red one her mother Maka wore at her age, black leggings that hugged her long thin legs to her knees, and bright green Converse high tops. She also had on a green corset with a cropped black half shirt tied over the top of it. Her arms were covered in brightly colored rubber bracelets with band names and cute sayings and the like. Around her neck was a darkly gleaming thin silver chain with a gold and black butterfly charm, a green book charm, and a small yellow-gold lightning bolt charm with a tiny stitch running across it.
Maki gave her partner a worried look. "Professor Stein, will he be okay?"
Stein rolled over in his patched-up chair (how he does that on grass and stairs, no one will ever know) and gave the unconscious boy a glance. "Yeah, he's fine. He just wasn't expecting that much power in Witch Hunter, so his soul was weakened ever so slightly, though this is temporary. He'll be up in a minute or two." The still slightly mad scientist pulled out a cigarette and stuck it between his teeth. He pulled out a lighter and said wryly, "I swear, if Black Star wasn't all 'I'm gonna surpass God!' and was as much a lady's man as Spirit, he'd have been Jerakai."
"Professor!"
"I'm just saying." The silver haired scientists lit his cigarette and thought absently, I'm glad I did that experiment that prevented me from getting lung cancer. Maybe I should patent it. Could save lives. Get new experiment test subjects, too. Would Marie let me?
Jerakai groaned and blinked open his dark eyes. "M-Maki?"
Maki looked back to her meister. "I'm right here."
"Did it work?"
She grinned. "Yes."
Jerakai closed his eyes and nodded. Then his eyes opened again and he leapt to his feet, fist in the air. "Yeah! We are unbeatable, yo! We'll save the world and I'll be a hero!" He smirked. "And chicks dig heroes."
Maki sighed and started to pull out a book, preparing to perform the move she'd learned from her mother. Jerakai noticed and hurriedly turned to his teacher. "See professor?"
"Yes, it was great until you passed out," Stein commented calmly, blowing out a puff of smoke.
Jerakai's smirk turned into a sullen glare.
The boy was almost 16 years old, a few months older than Maki. His skin was dark, the color of coffee with a bit of cream. He was mixed. His eyes were so dark brown they almost looked black. His black hair was worn in cornrows that stopped at the nape of his neck, hidden by a flat brim, black and blue checkered baseball hat worn sideways. He was tall and muscular, like a football player. He wore a thick, blue and white hoodie, a black T-shirt with the Shinigami skull, dark blue jeans with a black leather belt (worn where they are supposed to be, at his waist. Wearing them lower is uncool, according to his weapon's father, and it also impaired his movement in battle), and white and blue basketball sneakers. On his hands were short black gloves.
Maki put the book away and stood up. "Jerakai, we still did it," she said. "We just need a bit more practice so your soul can get used to it. Then we will be one of the best teams at the DWMA."
"One of? You mean THE best!"
Stein sighed. "For a few years, blissful peace from all this egotistical stuff. If I didn't know Black Star's still alive I'd swear he's reincarnated in that boy," he muttered into his cigarette.
"We still need practice, though, Jerakai," Maki was saying.
Jerakai nodded to his weapon. "Right. Should we try again?"
His answer was a sharp-toothed grin and a flash of green light.
Two hours and a lot of cursing and threats of dissection and experimentation later, Maki and Jerakai could keep up Witch Hunter for nearly two minutes without arguing or one of them passing out.
Stein watched quietly for the most part. He could see Maka, Spirit, and Soul in Maki. Her careful thinking and planning, stubbornness, loyalty and brilliance were obviously Maka's. Soul's sense of humor, occasional impulsiveness, and self-sacrificing nature. Spirit's looks, for sure, but also his passion (though Maki's was controlled a lot better and geared differently) and his sharp protective instinct.
He hoped Jerakai, the ambitious, powerful, devoted, yet clueless and easily sidetracked scythe meister, would improve, and learn to match his soul's wavelength better to Maki's, who had the barest hint of her mother's Soul Perception, as much as a weapon could have.
He blew out another puff of smoke and recalled the previous night. He'd spent it with Marie.
Stein grinned at the memory and wondered if Marie had washed the bed sheets.
Hehe... Jerakai is fun to write... and I just had to put in that thing at the end.
Hope you enjoyed it! Next chapter, and we meet the reapers!
By the way, I'm considering writing a Kid Icarus: Uprising fanfiction, too. I have the prologue and a lot of the first chapter written on paper. If/when I post it, hope you guys will read it!