A/N: I don't expect this story to be much, but hopefully this gives you guys something to read while I am off pursuing my own dreams and aspirations. I hope you enjoy. I don't own Soul Eater. Soul Eater belongs to Atsushi Ohkubo.
It was a chilly night in the suburbs of Las Vegas. Compared to the rest of the city, it was very quiet and not very bright, with the exception of the laughing moon high above in the sky. The lights of the city far from the suburbs polluted the sky, so there weren't that many stars shining brightly in the dark of the night. Everybody was either already sleeping or preparing to head off to bed. Plenty would be having wonderful dreams on this night, but outside of the houses, it would be more like a nightmare.
A girl with sandy blonde hair and green eyes is currently walking around the silent neighborhood. Her partner had spiky hair as white as the snow, and his eyes were as red as blood. Both of their outfits were black for the most part, but the girl was wearing a standard school uniform while the boy's clothing was a bit more casual, topped off with a headband around his head.
"Are you sure we're going to find a Kishin around here?" the boy asked his partner. "This all seems like a standard quiet neighborhood to me. Are you certain this is where we will find our target Maka?"
"I am positive we will find the Kishin here," she replied with conviction. "The reports say it should be around here. Just keep an eye out for anything strange around here Soul."
Soul was a little peeved, but he shrugged and continued walking around in search of his next Kishin Egg to devour. Some would say that he was probably being a bit too confident in his abilities, but he knew he and his partner were going to be able to kill the Kishin without breaking a sweat. After all, when you end up facing off against the embodiment of fear itself, you tend to see other things as less of a challenge. The duo continued their leisurely pace, passing house after house as they walked by.
"Hey, Soul?" Maka asked out of the blue. Soul gave her a questioning look as they began to slow down until coming to a stop.
"Hm? Something on your mind?" He said.
"Not much," Maka shuffled her feet a little bit. "Do you think becoming a Death Scythe now is pointless for you?" Soul's gaze became more confused.
"Why would you say that? Of course I don't think it's pointless."
"I just ask because...well, you did play a part in the defeat of Asura. I thought that would make you feel worthy of Death Scythe status in your head." Soul finally understood what she was saying and chuckled to himself, his sharp teeth showing a little bit.
"First of all, you were the one that actually killed him," he reminded her, "Second, if it wasn't for you, I'm pretty sure we would have died out there. Asura was just stronger than us in many ways, and honestly, who knows when a threat like him will come around again. I need to be as ready as I can get."
Maka blushed a little in embarrassment at her previous question. "Yeah, you're probably right, forget I asked." Soul waved off her apology.
"No need to be sorry for being curious." Suddenly, another question popped up in Maka's head. This one caused a look of slight fear to come to her face.
"Do you really think that will happen again?" Soul was about to question her again but she proceeded to elaborate. "Do you really think that there will possibly be another threat like Asura in the future." For a moment, everything was silent as Soul tried to figure out a response. The small winds made their hair and clothes sway a bit as they just stood in total silence. After a few moments of waiting and pondering, Soul finally spoke up.
"I don't know Maka. It's hard to imagine a threat as dangerous or worse than Asura," the very idea of something worse than Asura was enough to send chills down both of their spines. "I'm not sure about what the future holds. What I do know is that we must be prepared for as much as humanly possible. That is why I still want to continue to become a Death Scythe. We're getting older, and one day, we won't have someone like your dad, Stein, Sid, or Lord Death to help us out." Maka's previous look of fear changed into one of sadness.
"It's hard to imagine a world without Lord Death or the rest of the school staff." Soul put a hand on the girl's shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile.
"Hey, don't worry. We'll be ready for anything by the time they leave our lives, I guarantee it."
Maka couldn't keep the hopeful smile from forming on her face at his statement. Suddenly, they heard a scream coming from the other side of the neighborhood. They each shared a knowing glance. Their target had been found.
"Y'know what to do." Maka said vaguely.
"Right." In a short flash of light, Soul turned into his signature scythe form. Maka gripped his handle tightly and sprinted off in the direction of the scream.
A young woman was currently held tightly by the neck. Her captor had the shape of a deformed clown, with bulging eyes and a serious underbite. The nails on its hands and feet were sharp, and its nose was a bright shade of red. It looked mostly pale, like a ghost, with dark patches around the body and and red and blue spirals on its left and right arms respectively. Topping it all off with a maniacal grin on the face and he looked like a demon from the depths of Hell.
"You would truly make for a delicious meal." It said as it began to open its mouth, revealing teeth sharper than Soul's. Just as the Kishin was getting to bite her head off, Maka swooped down from the top of a house and sliced off its arm, freeing the lady in the process. The woman wasted no time in getting away from the site as fast as possible. The Kishin was not happy about this turn of events.
"You little blonde bitch!" it screamed in excruciating pain and incredible rage. "You made me lose my lunch! No matter though. I can always use you as a replacement meal!"
"Not if I eat you first pal." Soul shot back in his scythe form.
The kishin roared as it attempted to slash Maka and Soul to pieces. Maka had better reflexes though, thanks to her experience with using Soul. Each time the Kishin would try and make a blow to Maka, she would block, deflect, or dodge its attacks. It kept going like this for a while, and as the fight dragged on, the Kishin's anger would grow stronger and its strikes becoming faster, albeit also more sporadic. All the while, Maka never lost her focus and continued on the fight with an equal sense of strategy as when she started it. The Kishin eventually lost all focus and was just throwing out random attacks with no sense of strategy, giving Maka the upper hand and the ultimate opportunity to end things quickly. After dodging an oncoming attack from its arm, Maka sliced it off like she did the previous one, leaving it defenseless. She then used Soul to flip it over, and once it was in the air, she began rapidly slashing away at the Kishin, and eventually there was nothing left but a bright red Kishin Egg.
"Well, it was right about the fact that there was gonna be feasting tonight, it was just going to be me doing all the eating." Soul commented as he transformed back to his human form. He wasted no time in devouring the Kishin Egg.
"That makes 50 Kishin Eggs," Maka stated proudly. "We're halfway there now. Just 49 more, a witch soul, and then you can become a Death Scythe!"
"That is hoping we actually end up killing a witch," Soul replied humorously. "Wouldn't want to have a repeat of the situation with Blair."
Maka pulled out a mirror and blew air on it, making the glass hazy. She then wrote down the numbers 42-42-564 on it, to which the mirror began to glow in response. After it was done, it didn't show Maka's reflection as expected, but rather the inside of a room filled to the brim with crosses and clouds. In the middle of it was a man with an all black outfit along with a cartoony looking mask and hands about as large as half of his body.
"Maka, it's a pleasure to see you again!" he greeted her in a cheerful tone. "I'm going to assume that the mission went well?"
The meister nodded. "That's right Lord Death. We killed the Kishin and got another Kishin Egg, our 50th one in fact." If Lord Death was ecstatic, his mask didn't show it.
"Oh my, that is truly amazing Maka! You are shaping up to be quite the fantastic meister indeed! At this rate, Soul will become a Death Scythe in no time at all!" Maka blushed at the praise, but her good feeling did not last long. Her dad showed up on screen with a huge grin on his face and stars in his eyes.
"Oh Maka, you make me so proud to be your papa!" he exclaimed, much to Maka's annoyance and Soul's amusement. "Hey, maybe once you come back, I should reward you for a job well done! How does take-out sound?"
"In your dreams." With that, she put the mirror away, breaking her dad's heart in the process.
"Y'know he is just trying to be a good dad for you." Soul told her. Maka just crossed her arms and continued walking.
"He's a cheating pig, that's what he is."
"I'm just saying, maybe you should try giving him more of a chance sometime. He really wants to be a good dad for you."
"If he wants to be a good dad, then maybe he should start by not cheating on women." That ended their conversation. The trip back to Death City was not very long, seeing as how they rode on Soul's motorcycle and it was actually located in Nevada itself.
When they arrived back in the city, they made a beeline for their apartment. Along the way, they came across Crona's team, consisting of Ox, Harvar, Kim, Jacqueline, Killik, and Pots of Fire and Thunder. They knew Crona went on a group mission with their fellow classmates, and judging by the fact that they were back in the city, that means Crona was most likely waiting at their apartment. Maka was excited to go back to see her friend. They really grew close over the one year after the death of Asura and the downfall of Arachnophobia. Maka hopped off the bike the moment they got back.
"Crona, we're back!" she announced, bursting through the door with Soul calmly walking behind her. The swordsman's eyes brightened considerably as Maka took him into a tight embrace.
"Nice to have you back Maka." Crona stated rather shyly. Even after living with Maka and Soul for a year, he was still a rather timid boy. It was certainly getting better, but it was a slow process. Years of abuse by Medusa didn't just go away overnight.
"Welcome back flat tits," Crona's lifetime partner, Ragnarok, came out and greeted rather crudely. "Glad to have you back, truly. The kid wouldn't stop talking about you as we waited for you guys to return." Crona was not all that happy with his partner's behavior.
"Would it kill you to be nicer to Maka?" He asked his partner. Before Ragnarok could answer, Maka waved it off.
"It's okay Crona. Ragnarok is not really going to change his personality. I don't even think he wants to." Ragnarok smiled triumphantly seeing Maka take her side.
"Damn right I won't!" he exclaimed with pride. "See? The bookworm smarty-pants is taking my side." Ragnarok started to laugh, but his joy was short lived as Maka hit his head hard with a book. It was her signature Maka-Chop.
"Oh, I wasn't taking your side," she clarified. "I'm simply saying that I have grown to tolerate you for the most part."
Ragnarok rubbed his head and sent a glare her way. "Then why the hell did you hit me?" The scythe wielder smirked.
"I did say for the most part."
The small group caught up with each other over dinner, telling stories and just generally enjoying their time together. Even Blair showed up to join in on the fun, much to Soul's nervousness and Maka's chagrin. Life was good for everybody. This, however, would not last for very long, as they would come to see soon enough.