So our young lass here is a meister. Makes sense but how shall she react to this tidbit of information when she finds out that she is something that she has been raised to hate. Let's watch.. RxR I own nothing.
Mousers: Sorry about that. I guess I feel like if I do much set up you'll get bored.
Akira: Wow thanks, most people say I have no sense of humor.
Lialane: Aw, loves you too.
...HungerGames: That is a very long name. And congrats, see memo below.
P.S Well, way to go guys. You got another update. From hence forth I shall update Sat. Sun. and Wed. That way I can turn you all into a bunch of couch potatos staring at your computers all weekend! MUHAHAHA.
Soul's Pov
"Shit what are we going to do now?" I lean down next to the disoriented girl swearing under my breath. She stares distantly into the wall and doesn't so much as flinch when I wave my hand in front of her face.
"Well, I guess her name is pretty much cleared. There is no way that they would take her as a spy without her DNA severely changed. Which means we have to move her out of this place until she's better." Stein opens the door and throws BlackStar out the door. He writes a message and sends it out to my dad.
"How long until we can take her back to her home?" I ask as I lift her up. She giggles madly before cuddling into my chest. I feel a blush start to creep up my cheeks before forcing it down. Calm down, she doesn't even know what she's doing.
"…I'm sorry Soul. But, because you involved her in this and now she knows who we are, she can never leave."
~The Rebellion Lives On~
Maka's Pov
Ugh my head. When I wake up the room is spinning wildly. My eyes instantly snap shut and the world comes back into focus. I feel my senses come back to me and feel a luxurious silk slip against my soft hands. I must have managed to stumble my way into mom's room. What a friggin weird dream.
With a breath I regain my sense of smell and my body is instantly ridged. The air carries scents of basil and rosemary. My house has always smelled dusty and unlived in. Slowly I open my eyes and find myself looking up into dark red drapes. It's a vintage canopy style bed with gold cords lacing to the dark brown bed frame.
The silk sheets that just comforted me suddenly feel like a suffocating trap. With a struggle I twist myself out of bed dragging the rest of the sheets with me. The cold air sends goose bumps up my bare legs stopping short at a pair of baggy basketball shorts. I look down at the checkered floor unsteady on my cold feet.
A plain white tee shirt hangs loosely off my shoulders. My pig tails rest haphazardly down my chest. How on earth, who undressed me? Slowly the dream comes back to me. A dark room, a guy with a screw in his head, and…and Soul. What did he call me…did he say meister? Me a meister, what a joke.
Before I can ponder any longer a tentative knock comes at the door. Instantly I'm back in bed my eyes shut and my breathing calmed. I focus on the darkness and hear the door open. Slowly a large, dark pink orb floats into the room; an X outlines her orb overtaking the timid waves. I slowly remember why I can see this I breathe in deep. Just a hallucination doesn't be scared.
"Ragnarock stop hitting me. Ahhh don't pull on my hair. Stop being so mean! Please go away I'll give you some candy. Thank God." The X is less pronounced and relief seems to roll off her orb. I feel her move closer and closer to where I fake my sleep. I feel a cold hand on my wrist and my eyes snap open.
A pink haired girl with dark black eyes stares down at me surprised. On instinct I twist my wrist snapping a strong grip on her lower arm. She cries out in pain and I jump sideways pulling her with me and releasing in time for her to slam into the wall.
She cries out and I leap on her back pinning her down by her short hair. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHERE AM I? AND WHA-"A dark black mass shoots from her back slamming into my chest. I fly a few feet back crashing into a small mountain of guitars. A band poster falls off the wall as she helps herself up, the mass still forming.
"There are stars and planets floating around me. I don't think I could handle astronomy right now. Ragnarock stop!" A cartoony figure is formed from the ooze, a pronounced X on his dark face with two white dots for his eyes. Little brat that hurt! What were you thinking letting her do this, she's on bed rest for fucks sake.
The hell, it talks? Could this get any weirder? A maniacal laugh rings through the room as a large muscular form shoots from her spine. The Black man morphs into a long sword as Crona rubs her head. Suddenly a black snake shoots up her arm piercing through her skin. "I know one thing, my blood is black. Did you know that the door only opens one way? It only opens inward."
I'm still staring as she charges forward the sword swinging wildly behind her. She can't be serious right now?! But her eyes had dilated revealing two very small gray-blue irises. She swings and I dodge to the left onto the bed. I flinch as I feel a tear in my leg slicing through the baggy shorts. Someone's going to be mad, not sure who but someone.
Before I can react she is in the air above me, the point positioned over my small chest. Again based on an instinct I could never have known I had, my leg sweeps up slamming the sword away. I throw the girl off balance with a sharp kick to her ribs.
She flies across the room sliding to a stop on her feet, wobbling dangerously. She stands up. "You know what's wrong with me? I'm mad; I'm as insane as the moon when he drips blood from his teeth!" She laughs again then suddenly cuts off in a deadly silence. "Do you know where hell is? It's inside my head." What is she?!
"Ragnarock: Screech Alpha." A mouth forms on the broad blade. The bright red lips part and slick tongue licks the edges. I throw up my arms in defense but nothing could prepare for the sound after. The screeching sends a chill up my spine and I clutch my hands to my ears. The sound penetrates my fingers creeping its way into ear drums.
I collapse to the ground my body cringing to the high pitched squeal. The sound stops but my body won't stop shaking. I feel vibrations in the floor as she moves across the tiled floor. I stare at the black and white checkers until her feet come into view. Slowly hearing comes back, she's saying something but I only can catch the end of it.
"I envy you. You get to say goodbye to this hell. Have a nice death." Her sword slices down in slow motion. I strain to move but my muscles refuse to react so I stay frozen in place. The point catches the light and I'm transfixed by the gleam of the metal. I relax my body hoping to go peacefully and quickly. I wait for a pain, an explosive force, even a scratch. But it never comes.
When I open my eyes he stands in front of me. My view blocked by his broad shoulders and spiky white hair. She jumps back laughing as he turns to look back at me. "Hey you okay?" His red eyes shoot over his shoulder drilling deep into mine.
"Y-yeah. What is that thing?" She erupts with another gale of laugher and Soul turns back, something clinking with a hard metal sound.
"Oh, she's Crona our doctor. Kinda crazy really." He looks my body up and down and I feel the need to cover myself more thoroughly. He eyes land on where the shorts have ripped up my thigh, falling in half from the center. "Ugh, damn it you little troll! Those were my favorite pair of shorts!"
"Who are you talking to?" Wait these are his clothes. "Holy crap, did you undress me?!" My face turns to eight shades darker at the thought of him seeing me naked.
"Is now really the time to be worrying about that?" While he's still turned towards me the girl smiles charging forward wildly raising her sword. "Soul, look out!" He turns as she slices across at him, the blade aimed for his rib cage.
Another clink is heard as he brings his arms to the side, knocking her attack and her body off into the bed birds floating around her head. What the hell do you think you're doing! Get up you brat we aren't done here. The little man continues to yell but I don't pay much attention. My eyes are transfixed on the arm of the boy who saved me. A sharp curved edge reflects the minimal lighting coming from the lamps. He stares triumphantly at the girl.
"W-We-weapon!" I charge for cover under the bed hoping that he will be more interested in the girl than me. I silently pray as his footsteps resonate through the room. I squeak as I feel a strong grip on my ankle and immediately start squirming in an attempt to get away.
The floor squeaks as I'm dragged backwards and up. Pigtails flop down past my ears at the shift in gravity and I hold the loose tank top in place. He's holding me up with one hand and smiling down with wickedly sharp teeth. Oh god he's going to eat me! This is how I die! What did the school say? Girls got taken then turned into sex slaves…OH GOD!
"Oye? Maka? Why are your eyes closed? Last time you saw me you nearly suffocated me, what gives?" I don't respond and he shakes me back and forth in the air. "Hellooooo?"
"Look just kill me now and get it over with. I have no interest in being a toy for your sadistic enjoyment." His eyes widen and he slowly lowers me on the bed. No, no, no. This can't be happening. "Uh…you aren't exactly my type…"
I open my eyes and he's leaning coolly against the bed rail staring down at me strangely. "Besides, you're the one who's in my bed not the other way around." Instantly I shoot off the mattress taking in the mess I made.
"Oh my god! I am so sorry! Your room is a mess, let me fix it!" I shake out the sheets pulling them tightly over the bed frame and start to fluff the pillows. "Hey, don't worry about it. It's not a big deal just chill okay?"
I rush over to the wall where I threw Crona earlier and pick up the band posters that had fallen off the wall. Instantly I'm hanging them again and sweeping up the paint chips in my hands. "Let me just clean this up really fast okay I'm almost done!" I rush over my pile of clothes I had been wearing a few nights ago. I'm not sure how I missed them earlier.
In a flash I pull out my sewing needle and start stitching the side of the shorts. In no time flat everything is straightened up and back to the way I found it. I walk back over to the bed, lying on the crisp sheets with an exhale. Soul, who had been watching bored the whole time, has managed to find a normal arm. I roll over and poke it roughly.
"Hey! What are you doing? That's my arm." I poke the fleshy skin again until I feel the bone. Everything is where it should be and there is no sign of any extra bits. "Where did it go?"
"Huh?" He looks down at me confused. "Oh, my scythe? I'm not really sure, Stine said it has something to do with cells but I don't really care that much to listen." He pulls away and his arm and reshapes itself, a familiar blade breaking the light.
I shoot to the other end of the bed holding up a pillow to defend myself but he doesn't attack, just looks at me curiously. "Why aren't you attacking me?" I ask from behind the pillow but the question is loud enough I know he can hear me.
"Attack you? Why would I attack you?" He runs a hand through his hair ending on the back of his neck. I flinch as I hear it pop. "You're a weapon, you steal girls and make them slaves, you kill people in cold blood, and you poison our water supplies."
He stares at me with a quizzical look for another moment before collapsing into a fit of laughter. He slides off the bed landing with a definite thump and holding his stomach. "Ha-ha, that's so funny! Next you're going to tell me we burn your crops right?!" I sweat drop at the thing I had forgotten from the list. His laughter has subsided into giggles and he stands up.
"Where did you hear that type of crap?" He sits back on the bed leaning against a post.
"School, they said we should report you if we ever see a weapon or else they may kill us." He snickers again and I start to get angry. I hate not knowing things. I am the smartest kid in the school and this boy knows something I don't.
"Well Miss Maka. Your school told you wrong. I can proudly say I never once had a slave or ate a baby or anything else they have said about our kind." I slowly lower the pillow and it's my turn to be confused.
"Uh, our kind?" He looked darkly to the side, his mouth set in a grim line. "Yeah Maka. Our kind, like you and me. We are like two puzzle pieces that fit together."
I laugh at him until I am silenced by a serious scolding look. "Um, right. I think I would have noticed if I could turn my appendages into sharp medieval weapons." He shakes his head and sighs. We both silence as a movement at the edge of the bed is heard. Instantly I crouch gripping his wrist tightly.
"Nh?" The girl stands up her eyes a full black again. "Soul, what happened? I don't like not knowing. I can't handle it." The black man is gone and she rubs her eyes sleepily.
"Black blood acted up; don't worry no one got hurt. You should go home and get some sleep before Ragnarock wakes up." She tiredly nods and walks out the door wobbling dangerously.
"Uh does she need help going home?"
"No that's just how she walks."
"Wait so is she a weapon too?" I flinch at the very realistic image of her swing her sword thingy to kill me.
"No she's like you a meister. Ragnarock's her weapon; they are just an extremely special case."
"I'm a meister?" I ask skeptically.
"Yeah, you pair with a weapon and become lifelong partners fighting for good and what not."
"Uh, no I most defiantly am not a superhero. Besides this is Denver the only trouble out here is you weapons attacking every good citizen."
"Not a Meister huh? Well I think you had better take another look at yourself." I look down and drop his wrist as fast as I can. Why did I do that? "You were waiting for me to transform. Like it or not the instinct is in your DNA. Just like soul perception."
"Ha-ha, clever but I can see you just like everyone else can."
"Not like that. I mean the HUMAN soul. Look have you ever seen, glowing balls of jiggling crap that seem to match up to peoples personalities."
"Not before I got down here and off my medicine. They are just hallucinations that's all. Besides you guys are still the bad guys, it doesn't matter what I am. How do you explain the random murders and increased crime rate?"
"Right the pills. I forgot. Well, follow me then." He stands up walking out of the room and I have no time to change before I have to follow. He turns right twice before we come to a set of stairs leading deep into a dungeon.
"Eh, what's that?" I ask skeptically. He's insane if he thinks I'm stepping one foot down there. I take a tentative step anyway curiosity winning me over. He speeds past me and I can feel my pride bruise. Don't be a freaking chicken Maka it's just the dark.
"Oye, Tiny tits. You coming or what?" With a Redding face I race down the stairs tripping at the bottom as they come to a brief halt. Soul catches me in the ill-lit room. One wall mounted bulb glows sadly in the murk, trying in vain to fight off the darkness. An old steel door blocks our path and I feel myself reach out for it.
"Don't. Just close your eyes and focus. What do you see?" I do as I am told and welcome the controlled blackness. At first I see nothing but soon I see a blue dot flicker next to me. I instantly recognize Soul's… what did he say it was a soul. It snaps into view waves of somberness rolling off it. The yellow-ish soul is next bubbling lightly into view.
"I see your soul, it's cocky and blue. And then I see a yellowish blob." He rests his hand on my shoulder and I focus harder. Slowly the yellow fades to a darker orangeish color, spouting two pigtails. "Oh? It's me."
"Yep, usually that is the first thing Meisters identify is themselves. I'm not sure why you saw me." My eyes are still closed and I see our conversation affecting the mood of our souls. Every comment is met with some form of human emotion. "Okay, this is cool but I don't really see how it clears your name."
"Right well brace yourself. Extend your ranger further and concentrate it ahead of us. Be ready for what you're going to see." I scoff focusing again. Like anything could surprise me after today. I continue to reach out into the sea of blackness. Just as I'm about to lose the drive I see a red haze in the distance. I push myself further and the orb explodes. Waves of anger and hate roll off it. I feel the bloodlust screaming in my ear and the hunger it holds.
I snap open my eyes and fall to the floor breathing rapidly. Soul has managed to slow my fall and sits next to me on the floor. "Wh-what was that?" my body shakes uncontrollably as Soul looks towards the door.
"That's the beginning of a demon god. A Kishin egg. They murder and eat human soul in an attempt to grow stronger. It's our job to protect the city from them. But when we die in battle or they get away, human lives are lost."
I shake in place at the realization. "All this time no one ever knew, we hunt you down and persecute you but you still protect us…Why?"
"That's just how it's done my dear. It's just how it's done."
Love the hate, fight the stars.
Never forget who you are!
When the rest of the world has let you down,
Welcome to Thee Underground!
Me: DO you think I made Soul sound too out of character for this?
BA om: No I just think you made him sound like an idiot but that seems to be the theme of this story.
Me: Why do I even bother?
BA Om: I wish you wouldn't. Review kids and let her see that you agree with me.