Kid stood outside Soul's apartment at 11:50, watching the ex-death scythe sit blankly in front of the television. The eerie moon outside was staring at Kid, but the shinigami ignored it. If his prediction had been right, Soul would emerge at midnight precisely, and then proceed to Hook Cemetery. With Beezlebub tucked under his arm, Kid glanced at his watch again. Everything was in place for his plan, and Liz was hopefully watching over Patty at home. This job was far too mature for Patty, and without Patty he could not use Liz. This had proven to be a large complication.
However, Tsubaki had agreed to come along, and a chain scythe did have perfect symmetry, so he hoped she would be of aid. The dark arm knew of the situation at hand, and how much trouble this would be. How Soul would despise the two of them for the rest of his life. But it had to be done.
"Kid?" Tsubaki called lightly.
"Yes, Tsubaki, I'm here," Kid said with a nod. Tsubaki walked towards the son of Lord Death, standing beside him to look up at the apartment. "We leave in a few minutes," he declared.
"Okay," Tsubaki nodded. "I just hope Soul isn't hurt too much."
"He won't be. He'll be emotionally scarred, for sure, and with that lack of symmetry he deserves to be, but nothing will become life threatening. I hope," Kid declared as Soul turned off the television and stood up. Kid dropped Beezlebub to hover above the ground, and set a foot on it. "Let's get going Tsubaki."
"Right," she nodded, transforming into a chain scythe with a flash of light. Kid held the weapon, unaccustomed to the use. Curse Patty's lack of maturity. He wanted guns instead of a blade. Luckily, Tsubaki was flexible. She could do much of the fighting, even with an unskilled meister.
Soul grabbed a backpack from his bedroom, dropping in the glass jar. Shoving one strap on his back, he swiped his apartment key from the counter, hastily shoving it into his pocket. Both hands grasped the handlebars of the old bike, which had been prepped and checked over a billion times so that it was in perfect condition. He wheeled it out into the apartment hallways, and took one look back at the small space inhabited by him and the girls. Or, rather, girl and woman. This would be the last time it looked so empty and dismal. He slowly closed and locked the door, before descending down the stairs with his bike. Hook Cemetery was not far. He would make it in a few minutes.
The cool night air rolled through Soul's unkempt hair, and he mounted the bike. The streetlights were on, but the houses were dark. Many people would be sleeping now. It was a Friday night, but there was never much partying on the weekend nights. If anything, Chupa Cabras would be crowded, but thank Death he wouldn't have to bike past there. Soul pushed down hard on the peddle, shoving off for the cemetery.
Not even the moon saw the young scythe peddling through the streets, the cool autumn air filling his lungs. Kid hovered several dozens of feet above the weapon, watching as determination overtook Soul's body. This was the loyalty Soul had for Maka. When Kid had first seen the two fight in Hook Cemetery, it had been evident. When Soul had yelled Maka's name as Sid grabbed her leg. When Soul had saved her from said attack. When he insisted they could perform witch hunter, giving a confident smile. Not all weapons had such devotion.
Dirt grinded beneath Soul's tires as he swerved to a stop in front of the gates of Hook Cemetery. The black iron fence curled into eerie letters, displaying the name of the graveyard. Hooks swayed in the light breeze hanging from the trees like a hangman's gallows, cold and sharp to the touch. Soul carefully unhooked the bar holding the entrance closed, allowing one gate to swing open with a high pitched creak. The weapon wheeled the midnight bike inside as small droplets of water hit Soul's face. It was not a good night to bring back a meister.
Soul left the bike leaning on the fence, before following the broken path towards the shed. Not a single creature in the area stirred, save for Kid, who had landed outside the gates, hiding behind a tree for cover. A muffled ringtone cut through the air, drifting through the dark night.
The weapon wheeled around at the noise behind him, arm already morphed into the familiar red and black blade. Shoulders tense, Soul scanned the vicinity, relaxing as the noise stopped. He turned around, proceeding for the shack once more.
"What do you want, Liz!?" Kid scolded in a hushed tone.
"Hey Kid. What's going on? You sound awfully quiet," Liz replied, analyzing her nails as Patty giggled in the background.
"Liz. What do you want," Kid repeated, composing himself.
"Oh yeah. Patty moved one of your paintings again. I told her to stop but she won't listen to me. You wanna get over here?"
Kid's knees shook. "It's not… the painting… is it?" Kid asked, voice trembling.
"The one in the center of the mansion? Oh yeah it's that one. She tilted it," Liz said, as Patty laughed even louder in the background.
"Kid, we have a mission. We have to confront Soul," Tsubaki reminded him, flashing to view in the blade.
"Kid, the house is asymmetrical. You better come fix it," Lix said. Patty cackled louder still in the background.
"Kid," Tsubaki repeated.
"Kid," Liz echoed.
"I have to go," Kid whispered, clenching Tsubaki, rising back into the air. "I'll be there soon, girls!"
Deep red eyes glanced into the sky as something flew by, but quickly dismissed it, slinging a shovel out from behind his shoulder. It crunched as it hit the fresh dirt, resting in front of a large headstone. Maka Albarn, dearly departed meister. Soul knew better as he pushed down hard on the shovel, slinging the first bit of dirt away, early drizzles of rain beginning to hit his face. She was not gone. Just missing.
