*Bashes Computer*
OH MY GOD MY INTERNET WOULDN'T WORK SO I COULDN'T POST THIS! I WAS LITERALLY SITTING INFRONT OF THE COMPUTER FOR 15 MINUTES, EAGERLY AWAITING FOR MY GOOGLE PAGE TO SHOW BUT INSTEAD I GET HIS WITH A 'Sorry, this page cannot be displayed at the time. Try refreshing in a few minutes.' YOU MOFO'S ARE NOT SORRY, YOU JUST LOVE MY PAIN!
Ahem, now that I got some of the anger out let's continue…
Sorry about not updating in a while, I may have suffered a quick case of writers block (OR MY FICKING INTERNET! 0 DEGREES AS THE HIGH, HELL NO AM I WALKING HALF A MILE TO THE FRICKING LIBRARY TO USE THEIR SLOW ASS INTERNET!), but never fear, I will always continue writing! (Plus you got to love hard drives! Especially when your mom's computer works!)
But a quick writer's block isn't the only thing that kept me from writing…. *Smiles sheepishly*
Okay, well yesterday I hung out with my best friend most of the day since she stayed with me since Friday so I was just being a good host! *Shot'd*
Oh, we got to my place at 4 and on the way there I was telling her about Soul Eater (but not this story. Only you guys know about it!) and since I got the whole series for Christmas we started watching it from episode 1 to 51. Yup, we watched the whole series in 3 DAYS! Yesterday we just hung out on our IPOD's, you know regular teenage stuff…
(Disclaimer: I Do NOT Own Soul Eater)
Wiping the sleepiness from her eyes, Piper walked to the gold door that separated her from the hallway and her room. The little one was only four, not old enough to remember any of the events that happened in childhood, same rules applying to any other child.
But Piper wasn't like those other children, not in the least.
The poor girl was thirsty, just wanting a sip of water. (A/N: IF I HEAR ANY SHIT ABOUT 'SHE WAS THIRSTY,' ALL HELL WILL BREAK LOSE, I SWEAR!) Her footsteps and the screams around her of the dead were the only sounds in the underworld, any other would be the talk of the family living in hell.
Piper stopped, looking out towards the river, waving to her friend in the boat. He waved back.
"Pip? Pip wake up, we're in Italy."
Mason's voice pulled her out of the dream, in the part where she wanted to be in! What was the meaning of all these dreams? It seemed as though when she got to the DWMA, a new part of her brain was awakening, almost as if being called upon. Weird.
"Are we really already in Italy?" Piper yawned, wiping her eyes and having her fingers go through her bangs that lazily hung onto her face.
"Yup. Come on, we have to pick up the bike." Mason got up from his seat on the bus. It was a 12 hour drive and Piper and Mason had been riding that whole time. First it was the plane from the USA and then an hour boat ride until they made it to the bus. Now they had to pick up the bike from the airport they were a block away from and ride behind Maka and Souk since they were supposedly meeting up there.
Aside from the sleepiness and the strangeness the dream let off, Piper was excited and giddy since this would be her and Mason's first mission. Well, to observe.
Mason was excited but still, 'pissed off' as he would say, since Piper and possibly Mason had no experience when hunting Kishin's. Mason let off some steam in the plane after talking to Piper four hours (out of sixteen) of the flight, the rest of the flight being him flirting with the stewardess (which was very awkward for me) and plugging his ear buds I to listen to music. Piper just pulled out a book Maka let her borrow called 'Anna Dressed in Blood.' It was very gory but still intriguing. Maka told Piper it would put her in the groove of the DWMA's ways of hunting and killing Kishin's and to maybe possibly overcome Piper's problem with blood. That was enough to have Piper pick up the book and read!
After walking through the amazing city of Italy, Piper was convinced that she was in love with the architecture and the people there. She also took joy in the mimes, something Mason despised.
She didn't get that. Why would anyone be afraid of mimes? Yes they had all that makeup on but it actually looked cute, plus the facial expressions they made were funny. But the thing that made Piper like mimes was their ability to make objects look invisible. The way they moved their hands in a shape was legit, so Piper fell in love with mimes.
"Glad we're out of that mine maze," Mason sighed, looking over his shoulder to see if any were following them. Piper giggled and rolled her eyes at her silly partner while Mason stuck his tongue out at her from Piper making fun of him.
The airport came into view and Mason ran to the desk where an Italian man awaited for a tourist or citizen to ask for his assistance. Piper walked up as well, Mason turning towards her with a smile worth millions plastered on his face.
"Okay Luigi, let's do this!" Mason held out a key, holding it with his thumb and index finger. Piper arched an eyebrow. "'Luigi?' Seriously?"
He laughed. "Yah! Your soul is green and we're in Italy. Plus you're my sidekick and Luigi is Mario's sidekick. Can we go now?"
Another eye roll, I snatched the key and ran towards the garage where our bike was waiting for us. "Um excuse me, who's the Meister here?!"
Eventually we came to the garage but, I may have been lost. "Um, Maziey. Which one's ours?"
Thirteen rows of Motorcycles aligned with each other, different shades and designs carefully put on each one. It wasn't that big of a garage, only about one hundred and fifty occupied the garage and this was a standard sized airport!
"Hehe, come to daddy my kitten," Mason purred. Oh Death, someone's been hanging around Blair way too much!
He walked over to a beautiful black and sleek looking one that I would guess costs fifteen thousand give or take. Putting the key in the hole, the engine came to life with a roar like a tiger. Mason smiled and went over to a lady in the booth where you rented helmets.
Cautiously I walked over to the motorcycle, almost as if it would fall over. It was in the eighteenth row and on the end of the right side of bikes where the sun hit it beautifully. It was just a solid black, not much more but the beauty of the design was one worth killing for.
Maziey came over with two helmets, both black and a dark shield that reminded me of sunglasses. Shoving it on my head Mason put his on as well. I backed up a few steps as he got on and walked it out. Now that there was room I got on and he ripped the engine. Instead of going like I thought he would he turned to look back at me, pushing my face into his back. Through the helmet and the engine, I heard him say something. "Don't be scared Pip, I'm here."
Nodding he grasped the handle and we zoomed out of the parking garage. At first I was a little scared. What if we hit something? What if we flipped the bike? I didn't want to die alone so I was glad Mason was here with me. My partner, my friend.
We made it to the meeting spot to see Soul and Maka parking his bike. They stopped once they spotted our bike.
"Damn Mason! You got a Yamaha Yzf R6? How?!" Soul was blown away, his mouth agape. While Mason leveled the bike to where it wouldn't tip I got off and removed my helmet that was warm inside to have the cool and fresh Italian air going through my strands of hair. The sweet scent of Pizza filled my nose, the scent being so close where you could drool.
"So how was your first ride on a motorcycle," Maka asked. Piper giggled and set her helmet on one of the handles on the now parked Yamaha.
"It was awesome! Now I know how adrenalin junkies feel!" Maka and Piper both laughed while Soul and Mason talked quietly on the side out of the girls hearing.
"So what do we have," Mason asked while still smiling, trying to act as though they weren't talking about anything serious. Like the mission. Soul didn't do the same, having a dead serious face on. "There's a Kishin named Samsun J."
"That's all we know?" Mason gave up the smiley and innocent act and switched to the same face Soul had on. "We were going to do some research on the city. Look at possible places he'd be hiding, possible victim's, and I've been personally looking at all you can eat pasta places."
"Dude, nice!" Mason and Soul knuckle punched. "So is that all," Mason added being intrigued for their first Kishin. Soul and Maka have killed plenty of Kishin's before, Maka told me and Pip the story. Apparently the son of a bitch Kishin, Jack the Ripper, attacked Piper and killed some other chick a few blocks down. After they killed Jack Piper fainted from shock. They called Shinigami and someone picked her up. She told me Kid was that someone and I believed it. But before he came Maka and Soul were already at Blair's place. Yah, they told us about that story too. It didn't help that I started to die from laughter, or the three Maka chops I received. Man that was the second most painful thing I've ever experienced besides 'the Reaper Chop.'
"Now let's see." Maka tapped her chin with her finger, Piper awaiting to hear what Maka was going to say next. You see, Piper looked up to Maka in a way, almost like a role model. It made sense, Maka was the first Meister Piper witnessed in battle. And we can't forget that Maka saved Piper's life.
"Where could we go to find some information?" Maka and Piper started walking with Soul following closely behind. I double checked the bikes and started walking forward with my group. We were about to head to a library or some place with information when tall guy in a blue sweatshirt and red cap bumped into Soul. "Sorry," Soul said, turning to him as he apologized.
"Hey! Hold it punk!" The guy grabbed the collar of his shirt and lifted him in the air where Soul's feet dangled. This guy was screwed.
"Problem," Soul asked. I could see the guys face, eyeliner surrounding his small eyes. "You bet there is! I've got a problem with any punk that bumps into me like that! Who do you think you're messing with? Maybe…" The guy rambled and I lost interest. When he spoke, spit came out like he was a fire hose. Dumbass. My attention snapped back as Piper spoke. "He said he was sorry! Just let him go and we can avoid any conflict!"
Now his whole gang was surrounding us. A big guy in a green sweatshirt with the number 69 in orange stepped towards Piper, a crazy smile on his face. This dude is fucked now.
"Sorry doesn't help girly! But you would!"
"Oh yah, all this coming from a guy that has a 69 on his shirt? Wow!" I whistled and oral sex position dude looked like he wanted to bust my skull. Maka sighed. "Soul quit messing around with these guys. We've got work to do." With that said Maka started walking, a 'fine by me' coming from Soul. Now the group's leader started spitting, again!
"I DON'T THINK SO! YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!"
Soul dangled his feet while the leader kept speaking. Excuse me, spiting. "If you think you can bump into the Monaratzee and get away with it you've got another thing coming!"
Another guy spoke. "Yah, you punks got another thing coming all right!"
A smirk crawled onto my face. Piper's soul talked to mine.
'Don't do it, you'll get hurt!'
My soul responded.
'Don't worry, I'll be fine. I've faced worst.'
Still skeptical she eventually nodded her head, jogging to catch up with Maka. Cracking my knuckles I turned to Soul who caught my eye. "You ready Soul?"
The leader took on a new face, one made of evil. "Let him have it!"
"See, I told you you'd get hurt! But of course, you didn't listen," Piper scolded Mason as she held an icepack to his forming black eye. Soul and Mason won the fight, but Mason got a black eye from an Italian chick 69 guy pushed me into. Foxy blonde, but she had a nice punch.
"For Death's sake Piper, it was an Italian women! They get brutal! Especially when they think you're trying to mug them!"
"Isn't that what older women do? A guy takes their purse and they fight back with pepper spray and finish it off with a kick to their, you know," She questioned. Piper pressed harder on the injured eye causing Mason to wince. She mumbled 'sorry' and continued her treatment on his eye.
"So where did Soul and Maka go," Mason asked through another wince.
"Went to a place that sells newspapers." Her partner growled and winced as she put some ointment on it to numb it. "They thought they could get a lead if they went to a place that held information about the bodies."
Mason continued through chuckling. "Or they're making out in a corner."
Piper pressed hard on Mason's black eye. "Grow up," she growled. Eventually she finished her work, the sun's top only being the visible part showing, the rest going to bed and having the cheeky moon she and Kid shared together. Piper shook her head roughly. She needed to stop thinking about him and focus on the mission.
"Well, we better catch up," she exclaimed. Mason walked with her down the street with empty stands, all the supplies put away since no one attended them. So when a shadow passed by in the corner of Piper's eye, she stopped.
"Pip?"
Piper stood there, waiting for any noise to be heard. Nothing.
"Sorry Maziey. Just a little on guard. You know, with it being dark and stuff." Piper waved her hand and walked with her partner. Two more times the shadow passed in her eye, but she kept moving. Mason started to get suspicious as well, she could see the wary looks he was giving their surroundings.
'CLANG!'
Both Meister and Weapon turned at the exact moment, awaiting an attacker. The shadow went into the alley, Mason transforming into a dagger. Piper took off to the entrance, putting her back to the wall before it. She counted to three under her breath before stepping in the entrance, her dagger in the defensive position Sid and Nygus taught her.
Expecting the worst, she was let down as a black cat hissed. She sighed in relief.
"Are you fricking kidding me?! A cat?!" Mason's appearance appeared in the daggers blade, the top half of his body being shown.
Piper sighed and turned. As she did though a face was inches away from hers.
About to strike with no hesitation like Sid taught her to, the owner of the face, a mime, grasped her face, his palm covering Piper's mouth so her screams were muffled. Through the cracks between his fingers, one of them not covering her right eye, she saw his face.
It looked like a regular mime, pale white face from the makeup plastered on him, a triangle on the top and bottom of his eye matching the other and red lipstick the color of red chili's he smiled, that being the giveaway that he was a Kishin.
His teeth looked like twigs, not teeth, but they did look painfully sharp. Only six or seven aligned together on the top and bottom of his mouth, all of them having a good half an inch gap in-between.
The pupil of his eye enlarged where his whole eye was a pitch black hole. His tongue emerged, it being to a point looking like the tip of a dagger. It went slightly back, like a snake about to strike. That was how the Kishin killed.
It went back as far as it could as it stretched towards Piper. Her eyes widened instead of closing and as the mime's tongue was an inch away from piercing her throat, half was sliced off instantly as three chunks fell to the ground with blood pouring from them.
She was so stunned by fear that she didn't feel her partner transform, three blades similar to Wolverine's coming from his knuckles. The mime dropped her and held its tongue.
"Piper!"
She grasped Mason's hand and he transformed instantly, disappearing in a flash of white. The dagger impacted the Kishin's gut but he wasn't affected. Pushing Piper to the ground, blood dripped from the sliced tongue that still hung out and onto Piper's freckled face. It started to strangle her meaning she had to act fast. Shutting her eyes she took Kopis in her left hand and swung blindly at the evil mimed Kishin.
The pale hands stopped the strangling. For a moment Piper thought she was dead but opened her eyes to see the Kishin now headless.
When she swung at him she must've cut off his head. The body fell backwards and onto the pavement, blood splattering from the exposed insides of his neck.
Something started to come up but Piper inhaled deeply, the sudden puke going down. Mason emerged, holding Piper's hand in disbelief of her first kill.
"Cutting of his head huh? That makes sense. Mr. Mime kills people by stabbing them in the throat." Mason let go of Piper's hand and walked over to the bald mime's head. The Kishin's mouth was slightly open, enough though where Mason could see the inside of its mouth.
"These teeth aren't meant for chewing. That means the Kishin absorbs the soul, not eat it."
A gust of chilly nighttime air blew away the skin and bones he had, a soul lying on the ground from where his chest lay.
"Aw man! Why did it have to be on the ground," Mason whined. He stuck out his hand. "Okay Pip, if you'd be so kind and hand me my holder," her partner exclaimed while winking. Piper shrugged and did so, handing him the knife holder. He held the soul and holder at the same level, only and inch apart, the Kishin's soul being put to rest as it was sucked into the holder.
"Wait, don't you eat it," Piper questioned. Mason shook his head. "I'm not a Soul Eater, yes, but not like Soul." He pointed to his teeth. "See, I don't have Soul's badass teeth sadly. That means that I absorb the soul of my foe."
An 'Oh' came from Piper, walking towards him. Mason gave the holder to Piper who delicately put it on her belt loop. Mason snickered. "You're lucky I'm not the type of Soul Eater that regurgitates my souls!"
Mason laughed at Piper's disgusted reaction. Rolling her eyes she perked up as the roar of an engine was heard.
Poking their heads out of the alley Maka and Soul were on Soul's bike. They stopped as the duo saw their group member's faces. "Piper, Mason, where were you? We've been looking for you! We already killed the Kishin," Maka scolded. She wasn't angry, worried more likely, Piper could see and hear it in her facial expression and voice.
"Why you guys were kicking that Samsun J's ass, we were kicking our own Kishin's ass," Mason yelled, probably interrupting most of the Italian families that were relaxing. Soul and Maka's faces were confused as Piper continued where he left off. "A mime Kishin attacked us and I cut off his head. Mason absorbed the soul and then we heard you guys."
Instead of confusion Soul's face was happy, Maka's face shocked. "Congrats guys! But hey, Maka's picking up a bunch of souls with a Meister and Weapon. They're most likely the same guy's from earlier." Soul became serious while Mason's was filled with anger, his face showing fury. "Those dicks that gave me this fricking black eye?!"
Soul nodded, a 'yah duh' look on his face. Maka piped up. "Even though they were assholes, it's still our duty to protect all human souls! You should know that Mason." The speech was pointed towards Mason directly. He grit his teeth loud enough to where Piper could hear him. He eventual let it go in a sigh. "Alright fine! But one move and I'm kicking their asses, and you can't stop me!"
The duo's said their goodbyes, vowing to meet up at the building. Maka and Soul went ahead, Mason and Piper heading back to the bike. After seven minutes, Piper and Mason arrived at the building Maka told them to head to before saying goodbye. The bells stopped at their arrival.
"What? The bell? Yah it stopped." Maka and Soul stood in front of the large doors. The building was beautiful, different dark shades tracing it. It was gothic and stunning.
"What do bells have to do with this?" Mason got off his bike along with Piper, both making their way to the other two members of their team.
"I'm talking about the human souls that were inside. They all disappeared suddenly. Now all that's left is the Meister and Weapon." Maka walked a step forward, placing her hand on the green door. They opened with a loud creak, reminding me of the same noise the door of the death room made. A large gust of wind blew Maka's cape around while mine only shifted slightly since it was shorter. I put my arm up to block the wind, Mason and Soul gaining a defensive pose.
Barely being able to see I made out a rough figure, standing in the room all alone. It was a tall one with a black dress going to the person's ankles.
"A boy? Maka I thought you said a Meister and a Weapon," Mason questioned. He was right. Maka did say there was two souls left, but only one person stood in front. Where was the other soul?
"No there's no way." Maka's voice was slightly scared. "Now what?" Soul asked.
"Lady Medusa," a dark and low voice spoke up. But from where? "It looks like four other's has joined."
"Keep it down Ragnorak, you need to be quiet now," the boy's voice was soft, a possible trace of innocence buried within the words.
"Where did that voice come from," I curiously asked, walking past Mason up to where Maka stood.
"I'm picking up the souls of a Meister and a Weapon and both are directly in front of us which means…"
Maka didn't need to say anymore. It was obvious. The Meister had a Weapon inside him. I never heard of such a thing, but then again, I was only a beginner.
Soul transformed into a Scythe, Mason doing the same by switching to dagger form. "What are you talking about Maka," Soul's voice was more filter sounding as was Mason's when he spoke in weapon form. "There's something inside that dude?"
"Not for long, it's coming out." I prepared for the partner the strange boy had. What weapon was it? He wouldn't kill us, would he?
After waiting in silence, I jumped from the pink haired boy's sudden screaming. He was in pain, pity forming inside me for him. Clutching his head he had to bend over to keep his stance. I took a step forward quickly, my knuckles like snow. I was prepared for the worst, the blood I might have to shed, the pain of losing someone. No, I couldn't think like that. I wouldn't!
Clutching his head again, a large ball started forming in his back. The ball exploded and consumed him whole, now it being the shape of a black liquid, almost like blood. The liquid grew, a body forming in the black substance. Now the boy reappeared, the body emerging from the back where the ball first exploded. It turned to look at us, two white balls with black X's on each one standing as his eyes. Making weird noises you'd expect from a baby, it looked back towards its Meister, punching it with its white hands. "Ow, that hurts," the voice spoke softly. The creature didn't stop, but instead taking both fists and rubbing them in his hair. "Quit it that hurts!" Now the boy was raising his voice slightly more.
Growling I took another step forward. "You heard him, stop hitting him! He's your-!"
I couldn't finish my sentence as the Weapon named Ragnorak stretched out his hand as flung me into a wall. It wasn't hard enough to cause an outline of my body, but it did hurt tremendously!
I heard Maka scream my name, but I got up, still slightly dizzy. Swallowing, I wiped some dirt from my face. "I'm fine."
Ragnorak started hitting his partner again, who kept complaining and saying stop. I had a headache and all the shouting wasn't helping.
"I SAID QUIT IT! I'VE HAD ENOUGH ALREADY!"
Now his voice boomed throughout the gothic building. His attacker held up his hands, acting as though he was innocent. "Now, now Crona, don't scream! I hate it when you get stressed out and all that!"
A sweat drop formed on Maka's head. "Okay, this is starting to get a little weird."
"Not weird enough," I grumbled. Mason's voice came through. "You okay to fight Pip?"
Nodding my head, Maka now had her turn at speaking with Crona and Ragnorak. "You should know that the hunting of human souls is strictly forbidden! Are you students? I haven't seen you at the academy!"
"At the where?" Crona sounded confused. Maybe he wasn't a student. "What academy? Anyway she said it was okay to eat the human souls," he exclaimed, Ragnorak slapping his cheeks and messing with them. This Weapon was really getting on my nerves! "I don't get what's wrong with it if she said it was okay."
Who was she? Did Crona have more friends? Though I wouldn't call Ragnorak his friend, more like bully.
Me and Maka stared at him, long and hard. He got a little nervous though. "I-I'm not very good at talking to girls. They make me nervous."
They made him what? Nervous?! Here he supposedly killed a bunch of innocent humans and he was worried about chatting it up with two girls?! UN, fricking, believable!
"Never mind that," Ragnorak spoke. "Their souls look tasty!"
Maka started speaking again. "Meisters and their Weapons are not allowed to collect human souls for any reason. We hunt only the souls who have become Kishin eggs," she put up Soul like she was about to swing a bat. "Now it's my duty to stop you! You will not hunt anymore humans, you hear me?!"
"I'm all for that," I spoke up, ready for a battle. All of Sid's lessons, watching Maka and Black*Star fight against Sid, even witnessing Kid, Soul, Mason, and Black*Star fight, these were all things I knew I had to do when I made my choice to become a Meister. I may be human, but I am a Meister!
"Let's get them Crona." Crona nodded in response, Ragnorak's shape becoming a sword.
"It turned into a Weapon, a sword," Maka noticed. After a quick moment of silence Crona swung his sword up and down, moving at impossible speed, the sword creating sparks in its trail.
"He's going to strike from below," Soul yelled. Maka ran forward, me coming behind her. She stopped the sword with Soul's blade, Crona going forward slightly. I made my move. Being a foot away from Crona, I brought back Kopis's blade, about to bring it towards his eye, Crona grabbed my wrist and bent it awkwardly. I heard a 'snap' and right away I knew he broke it. I grunted but I couldn't take time to embrace the pain. I punched his nose and stepped back a few feet, hardly holding on to Kopis.
"Stop this!" Maka got to the same spot I was in and slapped him, the mark being on the opposite cheek from where I punched him.
"You're going to start poking at me also," Crona sounded hurt and betrayed, but I felt no pity towards him, not anymore. It didn't matter that he broke my wrist. Okay, maybe a little, but that wasn't why I felt no sympathy for the Meister. I felt nothing for him because he took away lives and tried hurting Maka, the last part proved when he went and tried to attack her.
Maka brought up her Scythe and brought it back down, Crona showing off his speed by dodging it. Maka did a flip using the top of Soul for a jumping point, her knees bringing Crona down. "You've got him now," Soul yelled in encouragement. Maka yelled, bringing Soul's blade down for the final blow. Crona got up and stood, the Scythe stopping at his arm.
"Wh-What?! T-T-T-That should've killed him, cut him, done something!" I couldn't believe it. At the speed Maka swung Soul at, it should've cut him.
"Oh no, not with a stroke like that one." Crona looked ashamed. Apparently it did cut him, since blood fell from his arm. Something was off though, the blood bas dark, almost, black.
"Black? Black Blood," Maka's voice held fear in it. Crona's face inched closer to hers. Jumping up I charged for him, switching Kopis from my right hand to my left. Yes, I may have been a righty but I still had to fight. I screamed. Crona sighed, his arm hitting my gut. He didn't swing that hard but for some reason, as his elbow hit my gut, it felt like a truck hit me. It sent me flying back about five feet from where Crona and Maka stood. I could hardly move.
Coughing, blood came from my mouth, but I couldn't puke, my stomach hurt too much. Maka jumped back a good four feet away. I could hear Soul's voice in the distance. "What's up with this guy?! His body is way freaky!"
"I think I might have an idea," Maka replied. "I don't know how it's possible but I think the blood itself is his Weapon. I was able to cut through his skin but his blood hardened and the blade stopped completely once I hit his blood vessels."
"I can't believe a Meister like that even exists," I mumbled. Mason changed back into his regular form, pausing when he saw my blood. I saw his reaction but smiled none the less. "I'm fine. It's about time though that you came out." Coughing again, more blood came out. Mason cringed and stood. I then realized what he was about to do.
"MASON DON'T!"
His blades were out and he was ready to attack.
"Ragnorak, Screaming resonance."
I couldn't tell if this was directed at Mason or for us all, but once the screaming started, it felt as though my eardrums blew out. My eyes were still shut and I could hardly cover my ears. Trying to open them they crack open just enough where I saw my partner, my friend, get cut.
It happened so quickly.
Mason blocked out the noise long enough to attack. He wasn't fast enough though. Crona saw him and just like that, my partner had a sword going through his gut, his eyes wide with fear, all of it being for me.
"MASON!" Maka attacked after he fell to the ground, bleeding out. She guarded after Soul's command but then Ragnorak's Scream Resonance vibrated Soul.
It was all happening too fast! Shapes mended together. Masons blood surrounded him and every time I blinked, it seemed as though more blood came out of Mason. I tried to watch Maka, I really did, but I couldn't focus on her body. What I did see was blood dripping from my friend and her partner. Soul was also hurt.
"I AM YOUR WEAPON PARTNER MAKA! THAT MEAN'S I AM ALWAYS PREPARED TO DIE FOR MY MEISTER!"
I heard those words clearly, almost as if they were picked in fates cruel ways. Mason was prepared to die for me even though I didn't need saving at the time, so why? Why did he risk his own life?! We only knew each other for three and a half weeks give or take, so why in the hell would he do it?!
I couldn't watch anymore, none of it made sense even. I felt numb and cold, even though I was nowhere near death. But he was.
Maka kept dodging Crona's attacks and I saw what was happening. Crona was going to corner them and kill Maka since she won't use Soul!
"MAKA DON'T!"
"We're getting out of here!" Maka tried to push the doors open with her back but they wouldn't budge. She kept screaming to let us out but nothing worked.
"You should really start paying attention to what other people say." That voice, the voice of a demon. Crona's voice. He brought up the blade of the sword, about to finish her off when he spoke again. "The doors only open one way."
"You son of a bitch," I couldn't talk, but mumble it instead. I shut my eyes, not wanting to see it, see the end of another life. I started to-
Panic…
My heartbeat filled my ears, along with Maka screaming her partner's name.
We screwed up.
And there we have episode 7! Done and Complete!
My best friend ships Maka and Soul, HARD! Seriously, she died when Soul and Maka were falling in episode…. Um, episode…. I'll tell you when we get there!
I got the mime thing from Supernatural surprisingly. Well okay, there were no episodes about mimes but the whole teeth and absorbing soul's thing, Supernatural's idea! (Drools over Sam's picture!) Except the tongue thing, I just thought that'd be really cool and creepy! Speaking of mimes I got the inspiration of Piper's battle scene from 'The Ballad of Mona Lisa' by Panic! At the Disco.
Fun fact: I cannot spell tongue! Seriously, every time I typed the stupid word, those damn red squiggly lines appeared under it!
Have a super awesome day!