Gaah... Sorry it's been so long, guys, but so many things have happened... It left me in a bad mood, and not a fun one to type in because it will turn into an emo story then I'll hate myself for letting you wonderful peeps read it and... and...
Well, here I go again... Since I kinda lost my inspiration in Soul Eater, I'm gonna have to drop the amazing 20-chapter plott I had in mind, but we're still gonna have a painfull plott occur... X3 BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA!...but, yeup, here I go...
*Special thanks to white-lilly15, Taromaru, serpant12186, sora12212, Megan1339, ...and, well, those are all of my reveiwers, anyway! So special thanks to all of my wonderful reveiwers! CRITIZISM IS WORSHIPPED! Reviews/comments/critizism are my life's blood! I just might be able to pull through with this story! 8D
"Like this, Sango?" a cirtain blonde meister asked the demonslayer.
"You got it, Maka!" Sango replied excitedly, "Now, it's just a flick of your arm" -she demonstrated with her Hirraikosu (*check spelling!*)- "like this." Her giant boomerang went flying accorss the grassy feild with ease, and came right back to Sango perfectly. The skilled demonslayer had been teaching Maka how to throw her Hirraikotsu while Kagome made them all instant noodles. (( My favorite! X3 ))
The blonde Albarn gripped her weapon and eyed where she wanted Soul, her trusty "boomerang-scythe", to fly. "O-okay, I'm hoping this is going to work out with a scythe... You ready, Soul?"
"Yeah," a voice from the scythe that Sango and the gang had yet to understand the cause of replied.
"Okay, here I go!"
Soul Eater Evans, the Boomerang Scythe... Does that really fit? Hopefully not, for Maka landed an epic fail on that one. next thing she knew she was flat on her stomache on the soft, green grass, while her scythe's blade was...in a tree fifty yards to the left-and that's a fail shot. "Gahk-! Sorry, Soul!"
"Maka, you dumbass!" the albino exclaimed from his scythe form sticking out of the tree, "Get me down from here! I can't change back or my friggin' arm will be IN a TREE!"
"S-sorry! Coming!" The meister was all too aware that what just happened was opporator error. But what she was not aware of was the fact that everybody around seemed to be laughing their butts off. Maka staggered to her feet and dashed in the direction of the tree-bound scythe. "I admit that was COMPLETLY my fault!"
"No freaking duh, Maka, now hurry up and get me outta here!"
Maka gripped the silver staff of her scythe and pulled, snarling as she did so. "Working on it!" It wouldn't budge. "Come...on...damn...you!" Without warning, a voice came from behind, scaring the living crap out of Maka, and it told her to move.
"Move or you'll get cut!" he hollered.
"Kay!"
"Iron Reaver Soul Stealer!" There was a flash of red, white and yellow, and when Maka looked back up, The Inu-man stood there, smirking. The tree then fell apart. Just...fell apart. And The scythe was left unscathed, and clattered to the ground. It glew, and morphed into the albino kid that InuYasha and the gang knew alot better.
Soul rubbid his head and went into a crouching position, glaring up at Maka. "Jeez, Maka you-"
"You COULD say 'Thank you', ya know." growled InuYasha from above, for he stood much taller than either one of the weapon and meister team.
"Mm. Thank you, InuYasha," Maka said politely with a slight bow, ignoring Soul, who didn't evem bother to voice his thanks. The blonde's green glare bore right into the albino's red eyes until he sighed and finally decided to say something.
"Thanks."
"That's it?" Maka growled, "You COULD learn how to be alitle more respectful, you know!"
"I could... But I don't think I will."
"Uggh... Soul, honestly, I don't know why I-"
"Noodles are ready! Come and get it!" Saved by the Kagome; at least that was Soul's thoughts. The weapon sprang up and ran to the cloth on the soft ground, followed closely by the small kisune boy, Shippo, then InuYasha, Sango, and Miroku. Kirara apparently perferred the fish in the stream, which was where she pawed out the slimy animal.
Shrugging, the weapon and meister team walked over to the blanket and sat down; Kagome handed each person a foam cup with salty noodles inside, as well as alot of broth, which Soul spilt all over himself, cussing as he did so. "Crap... Maka, can I use your napkin?" -the blonde handed the napkin over to her partner with a giggle- "Thanks. And it's not funny; it's BURNING FRIGGIN HOT."
"Sorry, should've warned ya?" Kagome apologized, handing the albino boy a few more napkins.
Maka shook her head, "It's not your fault, Kagome; Soul's a clumsy one."
"Still, I should have warned you guys."
Soul noticed Shippo struggling to get some noodles without burning himself, which he failed to do correctly. He burnt his toungue by Kagome's noodles. "Gaah! It stings!"
"Hey Shippo, it's kinda hot!" Soul smirked.
The kitsune boy glared at the albino. "NO FREAKIN' DUH!"
Gaah... It's a filler chapter, isn't it? Well, at least I finally found the time and inspiration to finish this, and I might even add the friggin awesome plott... Oh, and I REALLY gotta work on my fluency... Again, critizism is WORSHIPPED and reveiws are my LIFE'S BLOOD! X3
EDIT:: I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE! I tried on a fourth chapter but I just can't write this story. I'm am SO SORRY and I KNOW you guys are going to hate me for this, especially when I'm only three chapters into this thing... But... This story is up for adoption. X'( I'M SO FRIKIN SORRY you have NO IDEA how sorry I am but you'd hate the rest of the story anyway! It was BORING!