The next couple of weeks passed without much excitement and no sign of Maka. On a peaceful Friday morning, Kid's routine was interrupted by a mirror call. He reluctantly answered.
"Kiddo-kun. You haven't been answering my calls, you had me worried." Shinigami popped onto the screen, scolding him. "Why is that?" Kid shrugged, and Shinigami eyed him suspiciously.
"Where'd you get that scar from?" Shinigami asked, concern in his voice. Kid groaned, forgetting that he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. "Did you get into a fight?!"
"Uhm. Not exactly." Kid said, flustered.
"Did you start a fight?" Shinigami questioned.
"I didn't start it. I finished it." Kid answered shortly. Shinigami threw up his large, white-gloved hands in distress.
"Kiddddddd..." He started in a warning tone. "Can you please stay out of trouble?" He pleaded. "I guess it's partly my fault, I haven't been assigning you enough missions." Kid wanted to say, 'Heck yes it's your fault,' but he didn't.
"Chichiue, I don't want to go on anther boring mission!" Kid exclaimed, huffing. Shinigami chuckled.
"I'm sending you over a partner right now." He explained, and the call ended. Kid wanted to shout in frustration, but a knock at the door interrupted him. He straightened his black tie and walked stiffly towards the door. He opened the door, and then quickly slammed it.
"CHICHIUE!" He yelled to no one in particular. "I am NOT doing this." Outside stood Spirit the Death Scythe. It wasn't that Kid didn't like Spirit, He didn't really mind him. But at times, he would rather stab himself multiple times than listen to Spirit talk. He reluctantly opened the door, and Spirit burst in.
"Heyo, Kid!" He yelled, and wrapped his arm around his neck, rubbing his head with his fist.
"Stop. Please. I command you. Now would be nice." Kid muttered, jerking away from his grasp. He tried put his hair down, but it still shot up. Spirit smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry. Anyways, ready to take on this mission?" Spirit asked, suddenly producing a bottle of bear from under his coat.
"Nope. Nope. Nope. Not doing it." Kid said under his breath. He gave a short sigh, and then mustered up a slight smile. "Of course, let's get started." Spirit nodded.
"Now, where are we going anyways?" Spirit asked.
"I suppose my father didn't bother to tell you. Of course." Kid commented. "Anyways, we're being sent to investigate an outbreak of violence in a town a few hours away. Apparently, strong wavelengths were felt from there, possibly from a witch." Spirit raised his eyebrow, but stayed silent. "My father already sent a team out there, but they ran into some difficulties. Only a few were able to continue. We must go in and end this." Kid declared.
"Any idea of how to get there?" Spirit questioned, and Kid nodded. He stretched his palm out, and black and purple stuff materialized around it. He concentrated, and a skateboard came out. It clattered to the floor, and Kid flipped it up so he could catch it. Spirit nodded in approval, and Kid jumped on. The wheels folded, and power shot out. Kid was now floating in the air, flying. He reached his hand out and helped Spirit up.
"Is his safe?" Spirit asked, frowning.
"Uhm, it depends on how you look at it." Kid said lightly, and they flew off. Soaring high into the sky, Kid relaxed a bit, and they were on their way to the town.
(Earlier.)
"You sure this is a good idea, Lord Death?" The professor asked, pushing his glasses up onto his scarred face.
"Of course!" Shinigami answered, clapping his hands together.
"Spirit and I could've just gone. Might've been safer." The professor commented, swirling around on his swivel chair.
"True. But, Stein, you must remember that this school must make an image for itself. Sending only one meister out to do every job is sending the message that you're our only good meister, which is not true. This new rising generation will be a powerful one, I can sense it."
"But sending out your son, isn't that a little...risky?" Stein asked, shifting uncomfortably.
"I know. It is, you're right. But I must prepare him for larger challenges to come."
"Is he right for this job?" Stein questioned, gesturing around the Death room, where Shinigami stayed.
"With training he will be. Even though I'm a bit concerned with his obsession with symmetry, he'll make it." Shinigami declared.
"How did that obsession come about anyways?" Shinigami shrugged.
"He strives to be perfect. Apparently, the perfect balance is related to symmetry. He says everything has to be the same on both sides in order to be perfect."
"Cute son you got there." Stein said, chuckling. Shinigami nodded. "It's time to see what he's got."
Meanwhile, Kid and Spirit were nearing the town. Kid veered to the left, and landed behind a few buildings. Spirit looked at him for an explanation.
"I don't want everyone to know we've arrived." Kid said, walking down the back street. "It's a bit..."
"Calm?" Spirit finished, and Kid nodded his appreciation.
"Yeah. For a town that's had repeated outbreaks of violence, they seemed to have calmed down quite a lot." Kid observed.
"Or maybe it's the calm before the storm." Spirit pointed out quietly, and Kid stayed silent. He paused, and closed his eyes. After a moment or two, he opened them.
"I felt it." He said quietly. "The wavelength. It's strong alright, and it's close as well." Spirit looked around.
"Then we should be on our guard." He said, and Kid smirked.
"Of course." He said simply, and walked into the market place of the town.
Who's gonna be there? Mueheuhe…