DWMA's latest student chapter 10
Wassup? Welcome back everyone. Sorry for the wait. So this next section is going to spotlight scythe and jezebel. Prepare to learn a little more about scythes past! I do not own soul eater so you sir in the back, yeah you, stop saying that I do. Enjoy.
It was a late night in death city, Jezebel was stirred from her sleep as Scythe walked past her door. She tried not to think about it. But once again that voice in the back of her mind chimed in.
"where is he going?" it asked.
"shut up." she said silently.
"he's been disappearing a lot lately."
"be quiet."
"what do you think he's doing?"
"i don't know."
"maybe he's doing something naughty..." the voice teased.
"i don't care!"
"or maybe he's seeing someone."
"GO AWAY!" she shouted at the empty air.
The voice fell silent, leaving her alone in the dark. But that last thought kept tumbling around in her head. Maybe he is seeing someone... the thought made her heart sink. She sighed and tried her best to fall back asleep, but she doubted that she was going to be getting much sleep tonight.
She was woken up the next morning by scythe knocking at her door.
"jezebel come on, we gotta go."
She sat up and experienced a throbbing headache that nearly knocked her back down. She walked over to the mirror, and fixed her hair and quickly got dressed. Scythe held the door open for her as they headed out for the academy.
After the extra lessons from Maka, scythe and jezebel have become a powerful team. Now it was time for a real test of their abilities. Lord death has called them both into the death room. Maka stood beside him as he told them why he had called them here.
"hello scythe meister jezebel, I see you and Scythe have been getting along quite well." lord death said.
"th-thank you sir." jezebel said looking down at her feet.
"now the reason why I called you two down here is to give you a special assignment."
"what is it?" jezebel asked, meanwhile scythe was simply not paying attention.
"you will accompany maka to london, there is a witch there that must be dealt with. Her name is Guinevere."
Scythe's head instantly snapped up at the mention of the name. He quickly looked back down at the ground, deep in thought. Jezebel also seemed to react to what he had said. But not to the name, but the place. She seemed to grow even sadder, her thoughts seeming to wander into a dark corner of her mind.
"are you listening?"
"huh? Oh sorry. You were saying?"
"alright, so you will accompany Maka on her mission to deal with this witch. But be warned, she is a golem maker, so she will be a tough one. Especially with her associate-"
"nightcloak. The dark chain." scythe interrupted.
"why yes. But how did you know?"
"i heard about him during my travels."
Jezebel looked at him with confusion, how did he know that?
"well anyway you are going to be heading out tomorrow. Understood?"
"yes lord death."
Later that night scythe sat up in bed. He carefully walked past the door of his sleeping meister and over to the phone.
"hey it's me." he said into the phone quietly.
"yeah, I miss you too. But hey I thought i'd just let you know that i'm going to be in the area tomorrow. So I'll stop by for a visit. Oh just so you know I may be bringing a few friends. Okay, bye." scythe then quietly hung up the phone and headed back to bed.
The next day dawned brightly as the four of them, scythe, jezebel, maka, and soul, embarked on their journey. Jezebel was incredibly quiet for most of the trip, she just kept sadly staring off into space. They soon reached their destination.
"where are we going? Shouldn't we find the witch?" jezebel asked.
"we just have one stop to make first." Maka said.
She lead them to a large stone structure, lord death's insignia hung above a massive door. She pushed open wide the door with ease. Inside it was like a mansion, every aspect was elegant. There were dozens of people moving about, all of them either weapons or meisters.
"Maka?" someone behind them asked.
They turned to see a young man standing behind them. He wore black slacks and white dress shoes. A long black shirt, the cuffs and collar as white as his shoes. He had light pink hair, cut unevenly in places. His black eyes wide with surprise.
"Crona!" maka blurted, tackling him in a bone crushing hug.
He just seemed to radiate warmth as he wrapped his arms around the ash-blond meister. Love gleamed in his eyes as he looked into hers.
"what are you doing here maka?" he asked, his voice a little deeper than it had been all those years ago.
"we're here to deal with a witch. But I also came to tell you to come to the academy, he want's you to be a teacher!" she said hugging him again.
He looked completely stunned, but a smile soon spread across his face. He hugged her back then pulled back, the smile never leaving his face.
"now about your witch, I think I can help you find her. But I wont be able to get the information till tomorrow." crona said walking off.
"so what do we do now?" soul asked.
"how about we do a little sight seeing?" maka said.
"T-that sounds like fun." jezebel stuttered.
For the rest of the day they wandered around the streets of london, taking in the sights and sounds the city had to offer. As they were walking jezebel suddenly stopped. Scythe turned back to see that sad look in her eyes that he knew all too well. He followed her gaze and instantly understood. She was looking at an old house, perfectly maintained over the years. A couple was talking and laughing on the front porch. He walked over to jezebel and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"it's like I was never even there." she whispered just loud enough for him to hear.
"i know..." he said guiding her away.
The rest of the day was fairly uneventful, although soul did almost cause an international incident.
"soul you idiot!" maka shouted at him after looking at the damage he caused.
"hey it's not my fault that trash can was right there!"
"how could you cause such a massive pile up with out being on the road?!"
"i don't know, you tell me!"
"MAKA CHOP!" she shouted as she knocked him unconscious.
Thankfully after that nothing else went wrong. Later that night soul and maka were heading back to the rooms that crona had gotten them when they saw jezebel walking out of her room. She was wearing a trench coat with collar turned up. They ducked into a small alcove as jezebel turned and walked down the hall. After a few moments scythe walked after her, quietly.
"where do you think they're going?" soul whispered.
"i don't know, but I think we're going to find out." Maka whispered back as they began to follow them.
Jezebel wandered down the streets, with scythe trailing a few steps behind her, for what seemed like an hour. She turned and walked over to what looked like an abandoned theater, its doors and windows boarded up. She slipped in between the boards and disappeared inside, scythe following suite. Maka and soul stepped inside to see scythe walking down a corridor, jezebel was nowhere to be seen. They turned and followed him up a set of rickety steps to a set of balcony seats over looking the theater stage. As they looked down they could see jezebel on the stage, lighting several lanterns, casting a mixture of lights shadows over the place. There was an old record player in one corner, a record all set to be played. She wound it up then set the needle on the disk as it began to slowly turn. She walked to the center of the stage, shedding the coat to reveal a ballerina's out fit. As the music slowly came to life she began to dance, with great ease she performed move after move on the stage. Soul and Maka just watched speechlessly.
"i know you're there." scythe said just loud enough to be heard by them, not even looking back.
"have a seat." he sad pointing to the two seats next to him.
They sat down, with maka right next to him, and watched as she continued to dance.
"she's good." maka said, trying to break the awkward silence that settled in.
"she is, she was one of the youngest people to ever dance this dance. she just loved to dance. Then ever since that day, once a year, she comes back here. She lights those lanterns, cranks the player, then dances the same dance, again and again. The only performance she had ever gotten before it all ended, an anniversary to what she has lost."
"oh..." maka said quietly.
"she knows that i'm here, ever since we had met I've followed her here. To be an audience to this sad performance."
The song slowed as it neared it's end, and so did her movements. Then it all simply stopped, and she gave a slow bow to the dozens of empty chairs that stretched before her, to the shadows that made up most of her audience, and to scythe, who has stood by her all this time.
They made their way back to the london branch of the DWMA, Maka and soul carefully not mentioning what they had witnessed the night before. Crona was waiting for them as they walked in, a warm smile on his face when he saw Maka.
"so would you like to know where your witch is hiding?" he asked with a smirk.
"alright where is she?" Maka asked.
"it's a little far from here, all the way in the mountains."
"thanks Crona." she said kissing him lightly on the cheek, earning a blush from the pink haired meister.
"and be careful!" he called after them as they turned and headed out.
The witches castle was deep in the woods, the castle itself stood tall over the forest like a giant. The doors were wide open, as if they were expected. Inside it was as if the castle were brand new, curtain, every carpet, every chair, all seemed like they were placed here only yesterday. It had the same medieval Renaissance style like the outside, suites of armor lined the sides of the hall. They continued on, the silence only being broken by the sounds of their foot steps. That's when they heard it, they could hear someone talking nearby. They walked into a large chamber, they could see someone at the far end. He was covered in a black cloak, his hands were encased in metal gauntlets, his chest and back covered with plate armor. On his head rested a knights helm, its visor covering most of his face. He was talking to someone in a mirror, a woman. She had slightly tanned skin, her silver hair framing her narrow face. Her dark red eyes looked over to them, looking them over once. She didn't seem to be surprised, instead she told the man something and disappeared.
"who are you?" he asked his voice deep and metallic.
"we were sent by lord death to retrieve the soul of Guinevere squire. Where is she?" Maka said, souls weapon form resting in her hands.
"my lady is safely hidden, I shall be your opponent, meister."
He turned but looked slightly taken aback at seeing Maka and jezebel. A wave of energy rippled off the mans soul, sweeping over the group. Jezebel hissed with pain and went to her knees, her eyes squeezed shut. Maka saw this out of the corner of her eye.
It had been after in the faculty lounge, only a day before the mission. Stein sat in his usual patchwork office chair with Maka across from him.
"you wanted to talk to me stein?" she asked.
"yes I did. Look, I know that you are going after the witch Guinevere in europe. I also know that you're taking jezebel with you. I want you to be careful."
"stein I don't get hurt that easily!" Maka pouted.
"i want you to be careful about jezebel. I mean she is a very gifted meister, great talent, but she can't use it because of her condition." he sighed, and that is what caught Maka's attention.
"what condition?"
"the one all meisters know, and fear."
"what?"
"our young scythe meister jezebel has discord syndrome."
"that explains a lot." she sighed, resting her chin on the table.
"indeed, and it means that you're going to have be careful with her. One mistake determines her coming back on her own two feet, or in a body bag." (I salute you miss sweetsheart!)
Maka knew about jezebels condition. A pang of concern shot through her as she heard a soft whimper emanate from the young meister. Before she could say o do anything, scythe went over and knelt before his meister. He gently grasped her hand in his, and with the other rolled her sleeve. He placed his other hand on her arm, red electricity arcing from the contact. She took in a shuddering breath as his wavelength wiped away the pain. When he was finished he quickly let go and rolled back down her sleeve.
"thanks scythe." jezebel said climbing to her feet.
"don't mention it." scythe said.
In front of them the man hadn't moved an inch. But then he took one step forward, and the doors they had come through slammed shut.
"golems...activate." he said.
Suite of armor creaked and groaned as they marched to surround them, swords and spears at the ready.
"do you see it Maka?" soul asked.
"yeah, I see it. This entire castle is a trap, and we just fell for it..."
And that's it for this chapter everybody! Hopefully you wont have to wait long before the next chapter. So tune in next time to see the conclusion, as well as a major shocker, as well as a major heart ache. Buh bye now!