And I just can't look - it's killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
"Mr. Brightside" by The Killers
"Wait, no, it's definitely this way!" Kid said, pointing down a dim, narrow alleyway.
"Kid, we just went that way!" Liz cried out.
"Oh," Kid said. He looked up innocently at Liz. "We did?"
Liz cried out in frustration and began slapping Kid every which-way across his face. "I'm jet-lagged and hungry and I just want to find these stupid apartments so we can sleep!" She screamed. A few passerby's turned to watch and Soul sighed.
Spartoi's Paris team had just landed two hours ago. They were planning on taking a taxi from the airport to their apartments that the DWMA had already made arrangements for. Instead, the French Taxi Drivers Union decided they were going to have a strike on the day they arrived, forcing them to use the Métro de Paris instead. After they got off at what they thought was the right stop, Kid (using his limited knowledge of French) had shown a passerby the address of their apartments. The girl had pointed them in the direction of a nice street near a wooded park lined with small shops…
Where they had been wandering for the past hour.
"Why don't you just ask someone else for directions, Kid?" Maka asked, stifling a yawn and leaning on her black rolling suitcase.
"No, no, I know where we're going," Kid said, crossing his arms. "We have to go that way,"
"That's what you already said, Kid," Patty said, with a scary, threatening look in her eyes. Kid cowered in fear.
Black Star laughed. "Just let the great Black Star lead the way! I'll have us there in no ti-"
"No," Everyone said in unison. They all knew if they left it up to Black Star, they would be half way to China before he admitted that he didn't exactly know where they were going.
"Pardon!" A voice called out. Everyone turned and saw a young man running up to them. "Are you from Spartoi?" He asked in a thick French accent. He was of a slim build and medium height, wearing a plain white button down and dark-wash jeans. His blond hair was cropped close to his head and his green eyes were large and intelligent looking. He couldn't be more than twenty-five.
"Yes," Tsubaki said, warily. "But how did you know?"
The man smiled widely. "I am Ludovic Dubois, the Death Scythe in charge of Western Europe," He looked around at the group. "It is so nice to meet all of you!"
Lord Death had told the group that he called ahead to let the Western Europe Death Scythe, Ludovic Dubois, who was a native and current resident of the city, know that they were coming to Paris.
"I was waiting for you all at the apartments but I got worried when you didn't arrive, I got worried and went out to look for all of you," He smiled, revealing two rows of perfectly straight, pearly white teeth. "Good thing I did,"
Soul could practically see Liz swooning. "Oh, that's so nice of you, Mr. Dubois! We were going to be here on time but the taxi drivers were on strike and we got a bit lost," She gushed. " I'm Liz Thompson, weapon,"
"Oh, of course," Ludovic said. "Where are my manners?" He bent to gently take Liz's right hand and pecked it. "It is wonderful to meet you, Miss Thompson. You'll have to excuse the strikes. Unfortunately, it happens a lot here in Paris," Her cheeks turned pink and her lips betrayed a small smile.
One by one, the meisters and weapons introduced themselves. He firmly shook the male hands while pressing his lips to the female ones.
"Hi, I'm Maka Albarn," Maka said. She yawned and Ludovic laughed, causing her to blush. "Sorry, you'll have to excuse me," She said.
Ludovic smiled and took her hand bringing it up to his mouth instead of bowing. "I think it's quite cute, Miss Maka," He pressed his lips to her knuckles, staying there for a couple moments longer than the other girls' greetings. Maka's pink cheeks turned crimson. "I-it's nice to meet you too, Mr. Ludovic,"
Soul felt something in the pit of his stomach. For some reason, it always annoyed him when people, especially guys, got too close to Maka. He guessed it was just because he always got nervous she would find a new weapon.
Soul cleared his throat and Ludovic turned to him, releasing Maka's hand. Soul stiffly stuck out his hand. "Soul," He says as ways of introduction. "Maka's weapon,"
Ludovic gave him a friendly, firm handshake. "Nice to meet you, Soul,"
Soul didn't return the sentiment.
Author's Note: I love Soul so much it's actually ridiculous. He so cute! And I couldn't find who the Death Scythe for Western Europe actually was so I made Ludovic up. Did you know Ludovic is a French name meaning famed warrior? I thought it was appropriate for a Death Scythe (:
The Killers are definitely a great band. I love their combination of electronic and typical-alternative band music. And, of course, their lyrics. The entire song kind of inspired this chapter (since it's all about jealousy and stuff) but I thought those lyrics summed it up the best.
As always, R&Rs are mucho appreciated!
