Welcome back to the story people, please review, fav, follow and enjoy.

Enjoy the story Kiddos.

Oh, one more thing made a few changes to chapter 1. So, spoiler alert, our hero's getting a name change.

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Welcome to D.C. Episode 2 New Frenemies

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"speech"/ 'thought'/ Journal

That morning Soul and Maka had decided on going out into the forest near Death City to practice and sharpen their skills with the least amount of distractions. It had seemed like the most practical way to spend their Saturday. Soul wasn't exactly happy about it at first, but after a while maka brought him around to the idea.

"I still don't get why we have to waste a good Saturday morning practicing when we could be doing it after school instead." Argued soul indignantly.

"Because soul after we made all that progress, and we were so close to turning you into a death scythe. And we Screwed up big time." Maka replied with a hint of anger.

"Still don't get it…" Soul continued to argue.

"Just stop complaining soul. After we're done here we can go out to eat, "if" I think we've earned it. Or I could find other ways to make you train." Said Maka attempting to bribe her partner into working out.

"Alright fine, that's cool." Answered soul, feeling defeated.

Queue Epic training montage. First, Maka and soul practiced their swings and timing. Then after that they switched to tactics practice, trying to up their tactics and strategy in battle. With a few mistakes here and there, the two of them had covered the basics of combat as best as they could by themselves. Before they knew it, an hour had passed and Maka seemed satisfied with the amount of progress the two of them had made. Then they heard the crack of a rifle being shot.

"That was a gun shot, but no one we know is supposed to be out here today?!" Maka yelled confused.

"could be, that someone is out here poaching." Soul replied coolly.

"Then let's catch a poacher." Maka declared determined to beat senseless whoever was illegally poaching within death city's forest.

"Maka wait, I don't think that's such a good idea…" soul interjected.

"what do you mean, we have a chance to catch a criminal and all we're doing is sitting around." Maka said.

"Yeah but think, we'll be facing a guy with real guns. I don't our teachers covered that in class." Soul argued with a calm tone.

"That's true soul, but we have the element of surprise." Maka eagerly countered.

"That's also true." Soul shrugged "Fine I'll do it." on that note soul transformed back into a scythe.

WITH DIAZ

"Well as the old saying goes, that's good eating'." Diaz Thought aloud to himself. 'The critter is now part of the circle of life I suppose.'

"Moving on, it's time I got stepping." Diaz pulled himself up getting ready to explore and find the nearest town or city so he could try to find his way home. 'Better do one last equipment check on all of my weapons.' He thought to himself tactically.

MEANWHILE

"Soul, there he is." Maka whispered to her partner. "I can see that Maka." Soul replied. "It looks like he's checking his weapons, if we're careful we can get the drop on him." Maka observed. "He looks like military but I don't see any patches or symbols." Soul said with interest. "Then that means he'll put up a decent fight." "Alright time to catch this guy red handed." Maka whispered determined to catch the alleged poacher.

Diaz hummed Back in Black (by AC/DC) to himself pleasantly ignorant of the Scythe wielder, sneaking up behind him.

'Almost there.' Maka thought proudly to herself. Just a little further and she'd have this guy begging for mercy. Maka carefully avoided all the rocks and twigs on the ground, making every step like it was her best.

Diaz began to feel like something wasn't right but he couldn't figure out what. Was it his guns? No, was it his glasses? No, but what was it he was missing? Then before he could try figuring out his personal mystery, a scythe blade appeared in front of his face.

"Don't move you, dumbass poacher. No one hunts illegally while I'm around." Maka said with determination to the hunter.

"Now that I have a blade to my throat, I think you can trust that you just cancelled all my moving plans." Diaz replied with Sarcasm extremely evident in his tone.

"Now drop the gun, take off the hat, glasses and bandanna. Then, turn around and let me see your face, keep your hands where I can see them." Maka instructed to the hunter.

"I'll make you regret this. You know, that right?" Diaz mouthed off to his female aggressor.

"Shut up smartass." Maka replied with frustration.

"Okay, fine. You win. No need to be such a bitch." Diaz grumbled that last part under his breath.

"what was that?!" She snapped

"nothing, I said I feel like shit." He said sweat dropping.

"That's what I thought you said." Maka replied with triumph heavy in her in her tone.

After carefully removing his head gear and setting down his firearm, the hunter slowly turned around to reveal himself. Maka watched him carefully, not letting her guard down for a second. When the hunter finally finished turning around, he looked into the eyes of his 'cute' new captor.

"Whoa wasn't expecting you to be so…" The hunter started reply but was cut off.

"So, what you! … handsome… uh." Maka stuttered, blushing heavily as she saw a robust, handsome young Hispanic boy with a friendly appearance, and strong facial features.

(picture an animated version of a teenage Robert Downey jr., without a goatee, circle nose, brown sclera in his eyes and tan skin.)

"If you'll let me finish, you are really cute." He said with both a blush on his face and seriousness in his tone,

"Hey jackass this an arrest not a date." Soul shouted angrily in his scythe form.

"Did that that scythe just rant at me about the current situation?" The handsome hunter sweat dropped.

"you're right soul, this is an arrest." Maka said as she shook her head and refocused on the task at hand.

"Aw, come on can you cut me some slack? I've been lost out here for a while now." Said the hunter hoping to play on either their empathy or sympathy and maybe use the excuse of extenuating circumstances.

"Doesn't matter jerk, you broke the law and tried to flirt with my friend." Yelled soul shooting down the hunters attempt at suave persuasion.

"Uh, is the scythe still talking to me, or am I going nuts?" Said the hunter, his face grimacing from the thought of being insane.

"Hey, at least I'm not some macho scumbag." Soul mouthed off.

"Look who's talking farm tool." The annoyed hunter shot back with a vein popping out on his forehead.

"What did you say?!" soul Yelled indignantly.

"You heard me. Want to make something of it blade boy?" Said the hunter in a calm tone with serious expression on his face.

"Try it Gun Nut! I dare you, I double dare you!" Shouted soul angrily.

"I prefer to be called a firearms enthusiast!" yelled The Hunter indignantly.

"Shut up! Both of you!" Screamed Maka with fury evident on her face.

"Yes ma'am!" Soul and the hunter said simultaneously with fear in their voices.

"like it or not you're coming with us, understand!" Said Maka, glaring at The Hunter.

"Yes, ma'am." The Hunter sighed in defeat.

-End Chapter-