~3~ I can't believe I resorted to this.


Soul Eater Doesn't talk to me again today. I's been like this for a week, as if we never bumped into each other I that hallway. I can't believe I got my hopes up like that, what a stupid thing to do. And now, I can't get him out of my head. Whenever I walk into a room, I find myself involuntarily searching, for a shock of white hair or the flash of sharp teeth. Its ridiculous. I ground my teeth and rip the page out of my sketchbook, crumpling it up. I can't get that damned scythe out of my head. I lean back in my chair and lace my fingers behind my head, giving an exasperated sigh. I need to take a mission today. A hard one.

DING DONG DEAD DONG

Finally! I run out of there like I have the devil on my tail, heading for the mission board. I skid to a stop and look for something difficult. I need to run off some pent up energy. Ah, there's a good one. Buffy Beater? What kind of name is that? Whatever. I give the card to the lady but she doesn't pick it up.

"Will you be taking this alone, miss?"

"Yeah. You got a problem with it?" I growl, giving her the evil eye.

"Yes, actually. Since the recent event with the Demon Sword, harder missions like this one have to be worked with two or more groups." Damn, how am I supposed to find someone who will do it with me? And then I see a flash of white, and have a brilliant (-ly stupid) idea.

"Oi, Soul Eater!" I shout, and his head turns toward me, a confused expression on his face. He saunters over.

"What's up, Nobody?" he greets, smirking. "Didja miss me?"

"No, idiot. This mission has to be taken by two or more people, so you have to come with me." I state, scowling. He raises his eyebrows.

"Whatever you say. Yo, Maka, I found one!" I cross my arms over my chest as a girl with ash blonde pigtails walks over, smiling.

"What did you find, Soul?" She asks.

"My, uh, friend wants us to go on this mission with her. You know, cause of the two or more rule." he says.

"Really? Whats your name? I'm Maka Albarn." She smiles at me and hold out her hand. I shake it briskly.

"My name is none of your concern, we have a mission to do." her smile drops, and I shoot a look at the mission lady. She nods, and hangs the mission back on the board. In progress. Finally. "Lets go." I walk out, assuming they would follow but not really caring. I need to get out as soon as possible, communication with them has called attention to me, much to my chagrin. When I reach the bottom of the staircase, I turn back around. "I assume you have a method of transportation?" Soul nods, pointing to an orange motorcycle. I activate Soul Perception, finding the Kishin egg in Quebec, Canada. "How long do you think it would take the two of you to reach Quebec?" I ask.

"Well, we would probably have to get a plane ride, that's a long way to travel by bike. I'd say, we could get there by tomorrow." he says, thinking it through. Geez, public transportation is so slow these days.

"Wait a minute, how do you know the Kishin is in Quebec? We haven't asked Lord Death yet." Maka questions. I roll my eyes.

"You are a meister, yes?" she nods, still confused. "Its Soul Perception, unless you are an oaf like that wanna-be assassin, Black*Star, you should have this ability." her cheeks puff up in agitation, a light blush peppering her cheeks.

"I know that, but you shouldn't be able to see a soul so far away!" damn, this girl is persistent, and annoying.

"If I know the name and one quality of the soul, I can locate it anywhere in the world. In this case, Buffy Beater, and the fact that his soul has become a Kishin egg. Now, if we can end this pointless delay, I will meet you outside of Basilica of Sainte-Anne-de-Beaupré in twenty-four hours, where we will begin the mission. Don't be late."

"Isn't that a tourist attraction?"

"Well, if I'm going to go all the way to Canada, I might as well do some sightseeing while I'm there." I respond, taking to the sky. What I didn't know, is that Soul was thinking the exact same thing, and Maka was seriously pissed. I can't believe I resorted to this.


I land in front of some fancy hotel at about two in the morning. Surprisingly enough, there is one receptionist still there, so I flash my student ID, and ask for any room with at least two beds. I trudge upstairs, unlock the door and throw my coat over some chair. I slip out of my boots and hastily unwrap my arms and legs, falling asleep in the first bed I find.

I wake up feeling drowsy and slow. My eyelids are heavy and crusty, and I need to be at that building by five PM. Its already four in the afternoon. I clumsily fall out of bed, stumble into my shoes, and grab my coat. On the way out, I stow my room key in some fake plant. I'd rather not loose that. I fly, drowsily, to the Basilica of Sainte-Anne-de-Beaupré and quickly fall back to sleep on a bench outside of it. That was a bad idea. Especially since those who try to wake me up generally tend to get hurt. I feel a hand gently jostling my shoulder, and spring up like a jack-in-the-box, claws out and prepared to kill. When I see two surprised faces, however, I drop my arms, leaving the claws out so I don't have to pull them out again later.

"Oh, its you two. Conveniently enough, the Kishin we need to hunt is hiding in here for the day. He prefers to come out at night, so he will be unprepared for attack right now. So, you get to charge in and drag him out, and I'll finish the job quickly wile he is distracted." I stop, having the feeling that neither of them are paying particular attention to what I am saying. They are both staring, wide-eyed, at my arms and legs, which in my haste to leave I forgot to wrap. Crap. "Stop staring. I know it is repulsive but that doesn't give you the right to ogle like a fish." I growl, effectively snapping them out of it.

"Uh, right, decoy. Lets go, Soul." Maka says, blushing slightly in embarrassment. I watch them leave, then go my own way, sneaking in a high window to watch from the rafters. Silence, dissolve in the darkness and erase your breath, wait for an opening to attack your target. Maka and Soul stand in the center of the church, searching for the Kishin. Apparently Maka finds his soul, because she says something and Soul transforms. "Hey, Buffy Beater, come on out! I'm here to take your soul!" Maka shouts, and a rumbling voice answers her.

"Oh, look, a little girl has come to take my Soul! I'm sooooo scared!" He appears, seemingly out of nowhere, and I begin the second step. Trans-positional thinking, analyze the target in order to predict his thoughts and movements. This guy is obviously stupid, but strong. He moves slowly, but Maka's Scythe attacks aren't doing much other than giving him little cuts. I'd like to get rid of him in one hit, so I will have to plan this just right. If Maka attempts Soul Resonance, I can tap into their shared power to boost mine, and hopefully a dual resonance attack can finish him off. Ah, there she goes, just as I predicted.

"Ultimate skill of the Scythe Meister, WITCH HUNTER!" I smile, drawing power from their rapidly increasing resonance rate.

"Silent-resonance, Goddess of the Night." I whisper, and my claws grow, glowing black. More blades sprout from my shoulders, and my katars sprout and extend. I grit my teeth against the pain, and when Maka goes for the final blow, I jump from my perch, aiming a cross attack at his unprotected neck. Speed, take out the target before the target notices your presence. Simultaneously, Maka cuts Buffy beater directly in half, and I chop off his head. I land on the ground right next to her as our resonance fades, and my blades disappear. I roll my shoulders and wince, inspecting the skin to find one ugly gash on each side. Ouch. The Kishin's body dissolves, and a red orb appears in its place. I reach out to grab it, but then realize that I'm not the only one who wants it. Soul's upper body sticks out of the Scythe, one arm also reaching for the levitating orb. He looks at me and I look at him, and quickly we come to a silent agreement.

"Rock, paper, scissors, SHOOT!" we chant, and I smirk in triumph, scissors beat paper.

"Dammit! I'm hungry!" Soul growls, transforming fully. I snatch the soul, dangling it tauntingly in front of his face. He goes to grab for it, but I jump out of the way, pulling the scarf away from my mouth. I stick my tongue out at him before swallowing the soul whole, letting out a breath of satisfaction.

"Ah, that hits the spot!" I smile and leave the scarf around my neck as I walk out of the building. I never noticed the awestruck look Soul had, because his heart stuttered just slightly at the smile on my face.


Whoopie, Chapter three! *does a little happy dance* I don't own anything but Nobody (Nyx)! Review please, i'd love to hear your feedback! Until next time.

~Fish