So here's chapter four. Sorry for the long wait. Again, sorry for the long wait! I need to be literally slapped in the face by realization that I haven't updated for like evar… and I've had this chapter written out in my notebook since the beginning of the fic. So enough of my rambling and on with the story!
*IN PARIS, FRANCE*
"Take that! And that!" Black Star screamed, receiving a high pitched squeal from the kishing he was fighting.
"Tsubaki, ninja sword mode!" he barked.
"Got it!" Tsubaki's determined voice came from the direction of the chain scythe, which then turned into a ninja sword.
Black Star laughed before shouting at the kishin, which had long, sharp, sword-like fingers, "You have no chance now, you dirty bastard!"
He stabbed upward at the kishin's neck, as he was about a foot taller than black star. The kishin dodged the ninja's attack before attempting to puncture Black Star's chest with his pointy fingers.
A second kishin got off the ground where it had landed when Black Star had sent it flying into the air, temporarily knocking it out. He ran at Black Star with his arms back and his head down, as to expose the deadly foot-long horns protruding from his head. He ran in a zigzag pattern, as if that would confuse Black Star and make him dizzy. But Black Star just laughed and attempts loudly, clutching at his stomach as if he was about to fall apart at the seams.
His actions confused the kishin with long fingers, who he was fighting before, and Black Star quickly sobered and stabbed him in the chest with Tsubaki. He punched him in the jaw, causing him to fly backward right as the horned kishin approached.
It tried- and failed- to stab Black Star in the stomach with his horns. Black Star, in response, attempted to cut to chop off one of the vicious- looking horns on the kishin's face, but it quickly dodged and ran away to a safe distance from the ninja and his sword.
They were in the middle of a narrow cobblestone street in the middle of the night, fighting for their lives. At this hour, nobody was out except for a couple of drug addict teenagers smoking on the side of the road, muttering little phrases in French about the four Shibusen students battling it out. Eventually, though, the high teens lost interest and walked away.
It was better that way, Black Star thought as he dodged yet another attack from the kishin. He knew that he needed to focus now more than ever, since this kishin would be harder to defeat than the last one and didn't have time to peek a quick glance back at the corner of the alley where the other kishin had previously lain.
*MEANWHILE WITH MAKA AND SOUL*
"Give up!
"Your souls are ours!" maka screamed their catchphrase, flustered, at the two kishin she was fending off pretty well. Although they both refused to give in.
One, with seven inch k-9s, charged maka and she quickly leaped into the air in retaliation, slashing Soul through the air attempting to cut the kishin in half, unveiling the red soul tinged with madness from beneath. She missed him by half a centimeter, much to maka's distaste, as he dodged the attack last-minute.
Instead of landing and staying on her feet, as any decent one-star meister would do, she landed on the kishin's shoulder s and pushed off as quickly as she had landed, launching herself into the air again. The force which propelled Maka through the air knocked the kishin onto the ground, his face lodged into the street.
As soon as the kishin's face made contact with the wall he was knocked unconscious.
"Nice job," Soul commented coolly as his head and shoulders came out of the scythe blade.
"I can't say I don't try," Maka replied with a deep breath.
The other kishin, which had the ability to shoot flames from his mouth, attacked Maka from behind, shooting flames at her while she rested and was having a conversation with Soul, who was still in scythe form. They had completely forgotten about the flame- throwing kishin after they had beaten the crap out of the other one.
As soon as Soul realized what was happening behind his meister's back he quickly changed fully back into weapon form and yelled to her.
The flames licked at her back, but Maka's lightning fast reflexes kept them from getting a complete taste.
The back of her black trench coat caught fire and she quickly called her partner's name. Soul responded by transforming an arm and patting the back of her calves to put the fire out. He couldn't help but think about the nice view of Maka's butt he had, even though he knew that now was not the time and he would receive a Maka-Chop for thinking such thoughts.
Soul stayed half-in half-out of weapon form, even though the fire was out. Maka immediately stripped the black cloth from her body as she now rendered it useless.
"Soul resonance, Maka!" Soul practically screamed at her.
"Got it," responded Maka as she reached out towards Soul's soul with her own. Soul transformed his whole body back into scythe form as he reached towards Maka's outstretched soul.
"Let's go, Soul Resonance!" they screamed in unison. Their souls matched wavelengths, fusing together, nearly becoming one.
Maka looked around before promptly jogging towards a nearby fire-hydrant, the kishin's madness-filled eyes following her every move with curiosity. Maka began taunting the kishin, her goal to get the kishin to make his way closer to the hydrant. The kishin complied, running towards her with all his might. He opened his mouth, took a deep breath in, and-
But Maka was prepared for this. She raised Soul above her head then brought him down, slicing a pump-hookup off of the hydrant. Water sprayed out with the same amount of force as a flash flood.
The kishin's eyes widened in shock just before the large wave of water hit him, drenching him to the bone. Water splashed everywhere, soaking both the kishin and Maka alike.
Though Maka could fight while wet and the kishin couldn't.
The kishin roared in anger, an inhuman cry containing enough madness to take over Death City.
A small whimper to Maka's right startled her, forcing her to peer into the darkness. A small child came into her view as her eyes adjusted, hugging the side of the door, her small face stained with tears.
Maka's blood ran cold at the sight of an innocent and small child so close to a deadly kishin.
"You have to go inside! Go inside!" she tried to instruct the child, but to no avail. Maka only received a tiny, "Je ne peux vous compréhen!"(1)
"Elle a dit aller à l'intérieur!" (2) Maka searched for the source of the spoken French and looked at her partner. He smiled sheepishly at her.
"You know French?" she asked, incredulous.
"I don't really think that now's the time for this, Maka!" Soul's face was turning a bright pink, and Maka laughed when the pink started taking over his ears.
"Pourquoi?" (3) The small question brought both meister and weapon back to reality. They both whipped their heads towards the cause of the sound, the little girl who was still latched onto the door frame.
Maka smiled smugly as Soul immediately responded, "Parce que vous pourriez vous blesser! Faites-le!" (4) Soul must have said something right, because the girl ran inside of her house, slamming the door behind her.
As Soul caught the smile on her face he just said, "Just shut up and focus on the fight."
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Wow guys that was a really long chapter for me! (again, sooooo sorry!)
So although these may not be the exact translations, this is what the French means:
(1)- I can't understand you!
(2)- She said go inside!
(3)- Why?
(4)- Because you could get hurt! Do it!
So….. yeah. I don't take French, but that's compliments of google translate. After I type this chapter I plan on starting the next one… so you won't have to wait so long again…. (ughhhh so sorry =.=') I will try to get the next one up by….. Let's say Friday! Back to my old deadlines!
Ttfn guys and remember to review!