Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater. I do own the plot.
Intro image:
Kami, appearing to be between the ages of fourteen and seventeen, is seen wearing a black leather jumpsuit with red stripes at the ribs of the costume. She has brass knuckles tugged on to her wrists and her hands held up in fists. Her hair is tied up in a ponytail. Yumi and Marie are standing next to her, wearing similar outfits though the stripes on them are yellow or white. Marie has one dagger in each hand and Yumi has a sniper rifle pressed to her hip. Both have their hair tied up in ponytails as well. All three are smirking with wicked glints in their eyes.
Chapter Twelve: Memories of Yesterday (Part One)
It was another three weeks before Maka was given another mission by Shinigami-Sama. In this time, Blair and the other girls were busily fan-girling over the newly developing relationship between charming rookie Maka and cool-guy Soul. When the two were together it was only a matter of seconds before her head would be on his shoulder in a relaxed gesture and his arm would be around her waist in a protective gesture. The two spent their free time between training in Maka's room, sharing casual conversations and playing with little Calanthe; it was to this situation Blair, Liz and Tsubaki were eavesdropping on. The two were laying on their stomachs right next to each other on Maka's bed. "Favorite dessert as a child?" Maka asked cheerfully.
Soul was using a large pink feather at the end of a long plastic stick to trick the little kitten into chasing her own tail. "Probably crème Brule. Since I grew up for a while in high society we were always at fancy dinner parties or restaurant and that was the only perk," He explained. He let out a small snort when little Calanthe did a weird back-flip thing and landed right on her butt, looking around with startled jade eyes. "What about you?"
"Apple pie," She answered, letting her head fall on his shoulder. She giggled lightly as Calanthe, snapping from her daze, pounced at the feather just as Soul lifted it above her reach. "We lived in this small town in Montana when I was just starting middle school. This elderly lady lived next to us and, since her grandchildren never came to visit but I did, she'd always have a fresh baked pie waiting for me. It was the closest thing I ever had to a grandparent growing up."
"I know how that can be. There's this old ammunition man that gives supplies to Shibusen known as Grandpa Steven and when I first came here he took care of me," The young albino agreed with a grin. He rested the feather on Calanthe's head, giving her the chance to bat at it before moving it again. She was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. "Okay, my turn to ask a question. So, what did you think the first time we met?" He asked with a grin and raised eyebrow.
Maka's cheeks flamed to life. "I… I plead the fifth on that one," She said, shifting off of his shoulder and inching a little away. He quirked an eyebrow and dropped the toy to start crawling toward her. "Stop that!" She squeaked, voice going an octave higher than usual.
"What were you going to say? Whatever it is, I doubt that it's all that bad," He said calmly. She looked away and mumbled something, twiddling her fingers together lightly in front of her face. He smirked a bit at this. "I didn't quite catch that. Care to repeat it?"
"I… I thought you were a werewolf or something," She said meekly. He blinked then burst out laughing, falling on his side and pointing at her with one hand. She turned a deep red that rivaled his eyes in vividness. "Stop laughing at me you jerk!"
"It's… It's just so damn funny! You're such a bookworm that it's effecting how you think in the real world!" He howled happily. Her eye twitched and she snatched up one of her books. As she went to deliver a Maka-Chop at full force, he caught her wrist and wrestled the book loose, causing it to clatter to the floor. "Oh, no you don't! I am not going to let you hit me again!" He said while going to try and pin her down.
"Eek! Get off! Get off!" She squealed loudly, trying to squirm away from him. The two ended up just forming a laughing mass and awkwardly flailing limbs that made their three observers release silent squeals.
"What are you doing, sis?" Patty asked innocently as she walked up, causing the three older girls to jump in alarm. She had a small paper in her hands and a fidgeting Chrona with her. She then blinked and had a small pout on her face. "Haven't you always said that peeping on happy couples is only something that lonely, single girls do?" She asked curiously. The older girl flinched at that, a scowl coming to her features.
"Liz doesn't know what she's talking about; Bu-Tan is in a very happy relationship in yet she still can enjoy getting to look in on puppy love," Blair chimed in, tossing a few locks of indigo hair over her shoulder and starting to walk away. She shrugged her shoulders a bit. "Liz and Tsubaki are just big chickie-chickies that are too scared to tell the boys they like that they want them. They'll never be full-fledged women like myah~!"
"You wanna repeat that, Cat Woman?" The younger blonde woman yelped while chasing after her. Tsubaki and Patty watched them go before turning back to one another.
"So why are you here, Patty?" Tsubaki asked her curiously. The other's sky blue spheres lit up and she held up the envelope in her hands.
"Shinigami-Sama asked me to take this to Soul and Maka; they have a mission together! It's to see how well Maka can handle going undercover and creating a distraction while Soul takes out the target!" She announced happily. The darker haired girl blinked a few times in alarm.
"Wait, Shinigami-Sama himself is initiating Maka's next test? I thought Soul was the one who had to decide on that?" Patty shrugged a bit in response.
"He said that we're all taking too long to get her into her exams and has set up a new schedule. Now she'll do Soul's test, then it's me, followed by Black*Star and lastly its Liz and Kid's test. He figured that they'll go last since Kid returns tonight from Japan and wants to give him the chance to work on her form," She explained calmly. Sapphire orbs widened a bit in concern. Normally Shinigami-Sama took his time with getting new agents prepared so there must be something wrong. "He mentioned that we need to know where Maka will be placed soon; there are several different Shibusen locations across just the country that need a few more members and Maka needs to be placed somewhere to help calm down the heads of those sectors. Medusa's been taking out agents one at a time ever since we got Maka here and he fears that she's just trying to find out what base we stationed her at."
"Medusa really wants her revenge, doesn't she?" Tsubaki sighed lightly, glancing at the cracked open door. She had forgotten that Maka might not even get to stay in their group. After all, they didn't have any openings in their squad and there were several different locations that could make better use of her power. But, in the same argument, what would that mean for Maka and Soul's relationship?
Was it possible they had been wrong in pushing Soul to pursue her?
"I guess so," Patty shrugged, glancing sideways at Chrona. He let out a small whimper at the mention of his mother but didn't say or do anything other than that. She then walked over and threw the door open. "Soul, Maka, you have a mission~!" She sing-songed happily.
The two glanced up from their rather awkward position. Soul had Maka pinned down, one hand holding her wrists together, and his legs were pinning hers down. She was still clutching a book in one hand and her shirt had slipped up a bit to reveal her naval. "What's up?" Soul asked, quickly getting up and clearing his throat. Maka mimicked his actions but made sure to also pull her shirt back down the rest of the way.
"Shinigami-Sama says it's time for you to give Maka her test on distraction and going incognito," Patty said while handing them the envelope. She was grinning like usual as he took it, tearing the top open and pulling out the folded sheet. "He said to go over the mission specs and then head out as soon as you're ready. No briefing or anything like that; just focus on meeting up with Hiro to get prepared for your mission."
"I thought I got to choose when she was ready to take the test? I'm in charge of that portion of her training, after all," Soul pointed out while skimming through the notice. It appeared they'd be attending a club scene to catch a man whom participated in transferring sex slaves around the world. Their target would beat the girls into submission using various forms of torture. Revolting and pathetic, to say the least.
"Shinigami-Sama has set up a schedule for the exams now," She said calmly. He looked at her in alarm and she shrugged in response. "I guess he wants to get everything for her wrapped up faster since she still needs to be assigned a squadron."
"Oh," He said lamely, looking back down at the paper. He had forgotten that Maka was going to get placed somewhere else. She had been her these last few months, worming her way into everyone's good graces, and he just assumed she'd get to stay. She got along well with everyone and helped add a special something to the group dynamic that he hadn't really thought was missing. Hell, even now it wasn't sure what it was exactly but he liked it.
The thought of her leaving (specifically her leaving him) made that very sensitive trigger inside him slacken a little bit. His parents' deaths had left Soul a bit unstable and, considering he and Wesley were separated for a short amount of time after coming to Shibusen, he had come to recognize he had some abandonment issues. He didn't ask about talking to one of the many therapists offered through Shibusen since being a nutcase wasn't cool as well as thinking he could manage it by himself. He glanced at Maka, who was peering over his shoulder with interest to try and read the paper. "Thanks, Patty," He said quickly, folding the paper back up before Maka could read it. He ignored the little noise of disagreement she made. "Let Shinigami-Sama know that we'll take care of it."
"Excellent! Well, see you guys later~! I need to go get my room in order for when Kid gets home; it'll be so great to see him freak out!" She laughed while leading Chrona away with her. The walk down the hall was filled with the sounds of Patty's giggles while the other's dark eyes were fixed on her.
She was always so happy, he couldn't understand it and he wasn't sure how to respond to it. Chrona himself was not well educated in how to handle basic stimuli that must normal individuals could handle with the greatest of ease. Ragnarok, always festering in the dark regions of Chrona's mind, was always declaring that violence would solve all their problems. "Why are you so happy?" He blurted out as the question ran through his mind again.
She stopped in her steps and turned to him, mouth turned downward in a confused little frown. "What do you mean?"
"W-Well… You never st-stop sm-sm-smiling and h-humming… It's weird and I don't know how to handle it," He mumbled lightly. She stared at him for a minute before slapping him right across the face and laughing at his mortified expression. His hand clamped down on his now stinging cheek while he tried his best to resist the urge of releasing Ragnarok, who was clawing at the soft spots in Chrona's perseverance.
"You're really dumb!" She announced merrily. She then stepped closer again and titled her head at him. "I smile and giggle because I'm not specifically happy or sad. I mean, I'm sort of indifferent at times but that doesn't mean I need to appear that way."
"What?" He asked anxiously, trying to keep the hysteria bubbling up inside from showing too much.
"I don't want people to think that I'm not approachable, therefore I keep on smiling. It's one of the ways that helps people know that I'm really nice once you get to know me!" She cheered happily. Chrona blinked and stared at her for a moment.
Such courage and self-esteem was not normal for him to be shown. His mother ruled with an iron fist using fear as a motivator; with the exception of a select few, all her subordinates obeyed her because of the stated emotion. Ragnarok could take over Chrona's body and take down enemies because of Chrona's own lack of faith in himself, to some degree. Although he didn't exactly realize it at that moment, he had to admire Patty. After all, not many people would have the courage to punch someone, call them stupid, and then explain something that made logical sense to a normal human bring.
Too bad Chrona hadn't added all those things up yet, and was far from normal.
"B-But isn't i-it considered m-mean to hit o-other p-pe-people?" He asked nervously. Patty blinked again before grabbed him by the collar and shoved him into the nearest wall. She was scowling and looked less like a girl and more like an enraged wildebeest.
"You tryin' to say I'm not nice? Huh?" She snapped angrily. Ragnarok was howling inside and Chrona was trying to hard not to waver. If he wavered and let his other side have his way than their plans would be ruined. He needed to get close to Maka, close to their group, and see what he could learn about her triggers. They were going to need that information once he was able to return to Medusa; with an either willing or unwilling Maka Albarn. Then just as quickly as she snapped, the petite blonde released him and laughed lightly. "You're so much fun to tease and trick, Chrona~!" She laughed happily, stepping back a few paces and holding her sides.
The lavender haired male could only watch her with watery eyes and a shaking figure.
…
Maka couldn't help but glance at Soul as they boarded the plane. He had caught her a few times but hadn't mentioned it because he was interested in what she found so fascinating. Of course, Soul did realize he was a handsome young gent (to say the least, his ego declared brazenly) and that Maka was his girlfriend, but she normally didn't glance at him like that. Once they were settled into their seats, she held up a book as if she was reading but he knew her eyes were on him. 'How did she pass Tsubaki's stealth test?' He thought, sincerely baffled by this, but decided it best to be direct with her. "Why do you keep acting like you aren't staring at me when we both know that you are?"
She blushed and shoved her face into a book a bit more, which only made him smirk. He reached over and easily enough plucked the literature from her hands. She made a small noise, going to grasp it back, but he closed it and held it farther than she could reach. "Give it back, Soul!" She protested loudly, a touch of whining in her voice.
"Answer my question and I will," He said simply, waggling the book a little bit like one would wave a treat before a dog. She crossed her arms and grumbled something under her breath, looking away from him. "Repeat that just a touch louder now, darling." He said with a bit of a teasing tone.
"The glasses… They look good on you," She grumbled just loud enough for him to hear. He stares at her for a moment before he starts laughing. Her head turns to him, her cheeks flush brighter and her pigtails stand up like twin antennae. "What?"
"I know you've gone on dates with geeks but I never thought you'd have a thing for it!" He laughed while holding his sides, her book falling from his grasp and landing on the floor. A few pages get bent but she's too busy trying to shut him up.
After all, if they only have a little bit of time left together, Soul wanted to make sure it counted for something.
…
Liz and Patty had greeted Kid with choking hugs and eager promises to try to be a bit more tolerable in the future. Although he knew it's an empty promise (because they made it every time he returned from an optional solo mission) it was still nice to hear the words uttered by them. And then, he felt it time for him to introduce the shackled figures loitering behind him. "Liz, Patty, allow me to introduce you to Spirit and Kami Albarn," He said, nodding his head toward them.
Their hands and ankles are bounds with chains, which extended to leashes settled in the young man's hands. Both were wearing the grey uniform jumper assigned to Shibusen's live captives; a strange contrast to the elaborate outfits they wore in the old pictures of before they left Shibusen. Spirit looked around meekly, clearly unsettled by everything, while Kami stared ahead with emotionless eyes. "Wow… It's pretty clear where Maka gets her looks from, huh?" Patty asked aloud.
This sparked an interesting reaction from the two adults.
"Maka's here?" Spirit barely managed out before Kami tried to lunge forward at the younger woman. Kid yanked her chain hard while Patty took a patient step back. Kami stumbled back, nearly losing her footing, before righting herself and snarling like a malcontent beast at the grinning girl. "Of course they brought her here; this is where the top agents are kept and where the security is the highest. It only makes sense to put what is viewed as a valuable asset in the top safe."
"Shut up, Spirit!" Kami snarled lowly, piercing her husband with a harsh glare. He made a small noise in alarm but seemed to purse his lips. She then turned her fiery gaze toward Kid, whom was watching the pair with poorly masked interest. "Get a move on, boy! I have a few choice words to spare to your Daddy." She laughed a bit at the last few words, lips twisting up in a sinister grin.
"Very well, then," Kid answered calmly while heading off. The two followed him (since they had little say in the matter) while the Thompson sisters' watched them go. "Liz, I want you to start shifting through the current missions and pick one that should be acceptable for Maka to perform with us. My father has made it clear that her tests are to be completed post-haste so that her position can be decided and her squadron assignment can be issued out. He wants her settled into her new location within two to three weeks."
"Understood," Liz nodded before she and Patty turned to head off. Just three steps away and they could hear Kami starting up a slew of furious questions and accusations directed at Kid and the rest of Shibusen at this little leak of information. "Sheesh. Talk about a bitter old bitch." She scoffed flatly. Patty made a small noise of agreement in the back of her throat.
"Would you mind silencing yourself, please?" Kid asked curtly, once he knew that his two usual teammates were out of earshot. This causes the blonde woman to stop dead in her tracks, a look of pure indignation clear on her face, and forced the teen himself to pause. "You are giving me a headache. You prattle on about how Shibusen had no right to take our daughter from you when you were the ones running about like idiots. You knew that there were many people out to get revenge on the pair of you in yet you let your bitterness over whatever you think my father had done blind you. If you had stayed with Shibusen all this time I can assure you that your daughter would be a top-notch agent, your enemies would be dead, and all your friends would still be alive."
"Some of our teammates are dead?" Spirit asked breathlessly, horror reflecting in his eyes. Kid turned and looked at them. He pulled out a notebook, flipped it open and stopped on a page. Kid examined it before glancing up at them.
"First incident: Agatha Golden; Killed by Medusa's agent Mizune while trying to inform Kami Albarn that the daycare she was taking her three-year-old daughter to was run by a spy for Medusa. Her jugular was slit and her body was ditched in an alley. Two days later, you relocated to another state. Second incident: Tezca Tlipoca; Decapitated by Arachne's agent Giriko while pretending to be a mascot for an amusement park you took your daughter to for her eighth birthday. After you heard about there being a serious attack there, you packed up and relocated again," He paused, watching as the two twitched and made noises in response.
"Mama Agatha and Tezca… They were both taken out," Spirit stumbled out with a shuddering breathe. He remembered being raised by Agatha and Steven Golden after his father left and his mother died of illness. And Tezca had been an odd one but he'd always been nice. He was a great jokester but was also a serious threat on the battlefield. On top of that, Tezca had been one of Spirit's closest friend and most trusted team member.
"Third incident: Mira Nygus; Was brutally attacked by Arachne's agent Giriko when applying for a job as a school nurse at the middle school the Albarn's daughter was attending at the start of her seventh grade year. A week later you relocated again. Nygus has been in a coma ever since,"
"Oh, Nygus," Kami uttered softly, eyes widening a bit. Kami had helped train Nygus herself, her mind flashing back to the grinning face of the cherubic child that had followed her like a duckling. Nygus had been a quick study with exceptional skill in both close combat and tending to injured allies. Kami couldn't recount how many times that girl's quick-wits and medical knowledge had saved her from greeting the grinning skull of the reaper's face.
"Fourth incident: Justin Law; Killed by Medusa's agent Free shortly after we took Maka into our custody. He called you to alert you to her being missing and, right after the call, had his heart ripped from his still beating chest. Fifth incident; Marie Mjolnir and her son; Have been missing since they were sent to meet up with Yumi in Japan and talk to you about everything. Bodies have not been discovered, but Medusa's agent Eruka had been reported to be seen in the same area as where we lost track of them. It is assumed they are dead at this point," Kid shut his note book at this and Kami released a strange sob-like sound.
"Justin wasn't an agent anymore, though! He retired through the system!" She declared frantically. He had told them so and shown them the paperwork after reuniting with him!
"Yes, but he was still a member at one point and his services were tended to by Shibusen," He explained, remaining calm. Kami was breathing hard while Spirit was covering his face with his hands.
"He was on your side but, having been on our side in the past, he was killed for the information he had. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that, if your target is missing, one of the other groups wanting her took her. Once Free got his hands on that little knowledge, Justin was not useful but was also not a threat; a sitting duck that Free most likely killed just for the sake of killing him."
"And Marie! Marie was one of the top agents! She could never be taken down so easily!" Kami was more confident, sounding more enraged with this argument. She grew up with Marie and had been best friends with her practically her whole life!
"Yes, but she had her son with her," Kid deadpanned. Kami's face fell as the gears started to finally turn in her head. Marie was a mother now and Kami knew what that meant. "We fear she may have been forced to surrender to assure her son would remain unharmed. Though we doubt that they are alive, we still hope that at least he may return to us in one piece." He turned away from them and let out a small sigh. "Let's hurry up and get to the main conference room. My father is awaiting our return."
The rest of the walk was silent, much to Kid's relief. Apparently the pair had sobered up at his words.
Stein and Shinigami-Sama were both waiting in the main conference room, the air inside tense and awkward. There was a folder tucked safely under Stein's arm. Kid stopped a few steps from his father and nodded his head at both men. Stein smirked at Kami and Spirit, while the other male looked at him with sympathetic blue eyes. "Stein, I'm so sorry," He said shakily. The other raised an eyebrow at him, face clear with confusion.
"What are you talking about?" He asked calmly, blowing out a puff of smoke. The red haired male tilted his head a bit, now confused as well.
"What are you-? I'm talking about the disappearance of Marie and your s-"
"Let's get down to business, shall we?" Shinigami-Sama cut in, voice harder and calmer than usual. All four individuals turned to him, though Stein stored what little information Spirit had given him into the back of his mind for later. "Now, let us discuss the matter of your daughter's well being. She's been doing very well here; excelling in everything and passing the tests we've given her. Once she's done, she'll make a magnificent agent. I don't understand, however, why you lot are so upset by that."
"We're upset because you turned our daughter into a ticking time-bomb of violence behind our backs!" Kami screamed angrily.
"What is she talking about, Father?" Kid asked wearily, gaze shifting to his father. Shinigami-Sama sighed lightly and turned away, his back facing them all.
"Let us start from the beginning, why don't we? It'd be easier to assure that any and all questions you may have can be answered, Kiddo," He said in that same tone. Hearing his affectionate pet name of 'Kiddo' uttered in such a vacant voice made the young boy shuttered. "Go ahead, Kami. Tell us your story." He said and the addressed made a growling noise.
"Certainly. It'd be my pleasure to let your son know what a tyrannical beast you are," She hissed lowly. She then shifted her eyes so they locked with the bright gold of the other.
…
They had just narrowly survived getting beaten for stealing a few loaves of bread when they met him. At the time they were only the age of fourteen and neither of them was one hundred percent sure what to make of the young man, appearing to be about their age, standing under the streetlamp of the abandoned street, wiping his hands with a small towel. It was the smudges of red on his fingers that caused her to go forward. "What are you doing?" She barked out through a mouthful of bread crumbs.
He twitched and turned, large sapphire orbs wide and transfixed on her. He dropped the towel and her eyes widened. That was most certainly blood on that scrap of fabric. "Who are you?" He asked quickly, pulling out a small switchblade and pointing it at her. She took a nervous step back while her friend grappled for a weapon from the ground and charged forward.
They stood there, silent, transfixed on one another; a suit clad young man with a blade against two scraggly street girls wearing mud-caked scraps that posed as dresses with a plank of wood.
Slowly, he lowered his blade and raised an eyebrow at them. "Any chance you'll stay quiet about this?" He asked, trying to be diplomatic. Hs mistake, however, was not recognizing that these two girls were sinister manipulators.
"Only if you agree to feed us and shelter us for a night," She said quickly. Her friend glanced at her, clearly distraught by this plan, but the boy put the blade back in its place and then into his pocket again. He nodded and started to walk away. She grinned at her friend, tossed the plank of wood aside, grabbed her wrist and chased after him eagerly.
It was a long walk before they entered a ritzy hotel, took the elevator to the penthouse suite, and entered the room. "I'll call for room service and have some fresh clothes brought up for you. In the meantime, you two can use the shower to get clean," He said, indicating the door on the left closest to the door of the room. She nodded and led her friend into the room, grinning impishly to herself.
They tossed their tattered clothes into the trash can and did a first run under the shower each to get rid of the primary levels of dirt. It was then they slipped in together and started to scrub themselves clean. "Kami, this is a bad idea," The other girl spoke up, licking her chapped lips lightly out of anxiety. She raised an eyebrow while rinsing the frothy shampoo from her hair. "We don't know what this guy is capable of but he was clearly up to no good before we came along. He may try to kill us!"
"We've survived through worse," She snorted lightly, smiling at the dusty blonde locks that now stuck to her shoulder. She had almost forgotten what color her hair actually was beneath all the layers of dirt, filth, sweat and blood. "Besides, I'll just sleep with him if we need to give him a reason to not kill us."
"Kami!" Yumi squeaked loudly, face flushed and inky eyes growing to the size of dinner plates. She laughed at the other's mortification while shifting her, guiding her by her shoulders, and placed her under the hot water's spray to rinse the soap from her own hair. "This isn't a joke!" She argued while scrubbing at her hair with frantic fingers, trying to rinse out the shampoo faster. The other watched her with a calm smile as she rubbed some conditioner into her hair next.
"Oh, come off it, Yumi," She laughed lightly, switching positions with the other girl once she was done. She was rinsing out the conditioner as the smaller framed girl out some in her own hair. "We'll get to eat and get some clean clothes out of this. Plus, we know how to take him out if he tries to attack us. We've done it before plenty of times."
They both stayed silent for a little while, remembering the times they had been forced to kill in order to thrive. It was never pretty to think back on but it was the way things were. Pedophiles and alcoholics had tried many times over the years to hurt them, but they always came up on top. They felt lucky at the end of these times, when strangers tried to soil them; after all, no one really suspects two homeless young girls to be capable of murder.
"Hopefully things will end fine for us, then," Yumi said with a morose little laugh. Kami held her tongue and they finished their shower in silence. Afterwards, they wrapped themselves up in fluffy white towels that felt incredible on their now pinkened flesh. Kami went out first, surprised to find three boxes of pizza and two dresses tossed on the large bed. The young man was staring out the window at the flickering lights of the city. She crept over, snatched up the dresses, and handed one to Yumi. The dresses were basic cotton that reached their knees. Yumi's dress was a light blue and Kami's a light yellow.
"Okay, what kind of pizza did you order?" Kami asked, jostling him from his thoughts and flicking open one of the lids. She blinked then shrugged. "I guess plain old cheese will have to do." She said while tearing out two of the bigger slices. She handed the bigger one to Yumi before the two sat on the edge of the bed and tore into their food. He was surprised that they had slightly better manners than to just slurp and gulp; they ate the pizza as politely as one could eat said dish. She caught his bewildered look, jade orbs glinting, before she snorted and swallowed hard. "We may not have homes or families but we do have common sense."
"I see," He said calmly, walking over and plucking out a slice for himself. He nibbled the end of it before glancing back at them. "Would names be another little upgrade you have over most of the homeless teenagers I've come across before?"
She stared at him for a moment before extending her free hand to him. "Kami," She said simply. He chuckled a bit at this and shook it.
"I'm Spirit Albarn," He said calmly. Yumi remained silent, mouth still contently working on the food, while watching the two. She swallowed her food as well as a sigh; it appeared it had finally happened, much to her annoyance.
Kami had developed her first crush on a stranger playing the role of their savior.
End
Notes:
Time to start in on the chronicles of Spirit and Kami times with Shibusen! I hope you're all looking forward to it because I kinda am. You're all going to see how everything went down (at least as far as Kami's concerned). I'm going to try to focus mostly on their first joining and that last mission where Kami kinda stabbed Yumi in the back since I want to get back to the main plot; developing the relationships of the older generation would take up a lot of time, after all. I believe we all agree that we love them, but we're a touch more interested in the younger generation. ;D
Have another poll uploaded on my account. Since I'm so damn indecisive I need you lot to help me reach a final decision in regards to one of my upcoming stories. Also, my friend has made her own account and we've uploaded our Nuzlocke run on her account. Look up ApeEscape46679 and you'll find it; it's her only story at current.
Next Chapter:
Kami's flashback comes to an end and new revelations cause even more discourse between she and Shibusen than before. We get to have a little view of what's going on between Soul and Maka on their mission; things will get a little steamy, to say the least. Wesley Evans decides to come discuss Maka Albarn's placement with Shinigami-Sama in person.