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Chapter One: Sharp As A Switchblade
"Eh heh heh heh!" Laughter, cruel and preverse, came from a street thug who stood over a young woman with a slightly ripped top. "Bad luck, yeah? It just sucks to be you tonight, huh?" Around the two of them, bodies lay ripped open for the world to see their innards. "First, these punks try to get frisky, yeah? And now you gotta deal with me. Eh heh heh heh heh!"
The woman began to let loose a scream, but before it could even fully leave her lips the thug had used his left hand, a demented, clawed creation that couldn't really be called a hand, to rip into the woman. Moments afterwards a blue light, visible only to the spiritually aware, rose from the body then shank down to a blue sphere of ghostly fire.
The thug used his deformed left hand to reach out and grab the soul, for that's what it was, and ate it. He patted his belly with his right hand, "That one tasted better than those punks. Maybe I should stick to killing pretty girls instead of the usual street twerps."
"Or maybe you should die," a new voice came from the end of the alley, "Right, Hermione?"
"Yeah, but you know, we could have stepped in before the girl got killed, Harry," The next voice was feminine.
"Nah, she was a real bitch, 'Mione. Saw her soul, it was about as self centered as they come," the first, obviously male, said with an uncaring tone.
The thug turned to see who was talking. He frowned seeing a scrawny looking dark haired boy with glasses and a girl who was a bit taller than the boy with bushy hair. Who the hell were these two? And why weren't they freaking out about him eating souls? The boy did say something about seeing that last girl's soul, maybe they were like him...
"Still, at least give me some warning the next time, it was so gruesome watching her die."
Now that the thug, name of Rick before he shed his humanity to gain power through eating human souls, looked closely he could see that girl had inhumanly sharp teeth.
"Heeey!" Rick began, "I dunno who you are, but you better screw off! I've eaten other Pre-kishin's before and I'll do it again if you don't leave..."
The boy, whose eyes he couldn't see for the light reflecting off of the lenses of his glasses, looked at Rick and a slow grin spread across his face.
"Ready to go, Hermione?"
"When ever you are," she said back to him. The girl then began to glow a pinkish-white before turning into a bolt of energy that hit the boy's open hand. The bolt then solidified into an abnormally large switchblade, about three times the normal size with a picture of a beautiful moon on the hilt. The boy the pressed the button to force the blade into the open revealing an obsidian masterpiece. Seven inches long, a curved edge, razor sharp, and such a shine to it that one could groom oneself in its reflection.
"What the fuck are you?" Rick asked in confusion.
Harry's grin got wider as he spoke, "I'm a Technician."
"And I'm a Death Weapon," Hermione's voice came from the knife sounding as if she was talking while gargling Water.
"And you're going to die!" They both said at once before Harry dived at the thug shoving Hermione's blade into his skull before he could react.
Rick, instead of spurting blood like a normal living being, became a black amorphous shape that unwrapped to reveal a red soul that seemed to be growing scales, an obvious sign of the Pre-kishins.
Hermione quickly reformed into her normal shape, grabbed the Pre-kishin soul, and forced it into her mouth. She chewed with her oddly sharpened teeth and swallowed before letting out a pleased sigh.
"Keh, I'm actually kind of dissapointed, ya know Mione? I was expecting something more from this guy after the report we got from Lady Maka," Harry sighed in disappointment.
Hermione gave him a look and said, "Would it kill you to appreciate the good fortune of an easy fight?"
"It might," Harry said seriously.
"Don't be melodramatic, Harry," the Death Weapon said to her Technician.
"I'm not being a drama queen, Mione, Just think about what we've got to eventually go up against. We've got Tom, his followers, and the majority of the British government to contend with. And that's before we even get to ninety nine Pre-kishin souls. After that we have to single out a witch, kill her, and eat her soul so that on the off chance that a Demon God does emerge, which Tom is too close to becoming for Lady Maka's tastes, we will have the power to defeat it. If we keep coming up against weaklings like this we'll become complacent, loose our edge, and even if we get all the requirements to turn you into a Death Scythe we will have the power, but none of the control necessary to turn the fight to our advantage. So, yes, fighting these weaklings may indeed be a death sentence!"
"..." Hermione stared at her companion in silence for a few moments before saying, "Don't be pescimistic, Harry."
Harry gave her a half hearted glare and a deadpan tone, "You just have a comeback to everything don't you?" he suddenly latched onto the taller girl and rubbed his the side of his face into her breast and said in a goofy voice, "And that's what I love so much about you, Hermione!"
"Gah!" Hermione cried out. She then punched her Technician in the head forcing him to let go.
The boy fell to his knees holding his head, crying overly large comical tears, "Waah! Hermione doesn't love me! Waah! Waah!"
Hermione rolled her eyes before crouching down and patting him on the back, "Now, now, It's not that, Harry. I'm just not ready for a physical relationship, okay?"
Harry looked up at her with large, teary, green eyes and said, "Really?"
"Yep, I still love you," And she held open her arms for the hug she knew was coming.
Harry dove into her arms with a shout that sounded suspiciously like 'Yay!', and held her for a few seconds before Hermione spoke again.
"Okay, now let's go see if Lady Maka has anything else for us tonight," she stood up, followed shortly by Harry.
The fourteen year old boy walked to the nearest wall and pulled out a piece of chalk. He then drew a circle on the wall, and then wrote the numbers four, two, four, two, five, six, four while chanting, "Shini shini koroshi..."
The circled began to emit light until it became what appeared to be a window that showed a blonde woman in her late twenties. The woman wore a white dress shirt with no sleeves, white gloves, a black tie with a skull on it, and a red checlered skirt. Her blonde hair was held back in a pony tail to keep it out of her pale green eyes.
"Harry, Hermione," she greeted the two cordially, "Report."
"We took out Rick Streetbane with little resistance. That makes our fortieth Pre-kishin. Is there anything else in our area that you need taken care of, Lady Maka?"
The woman pulled out a large book and looked through it before shaking her head, "Iie, no, nothing at the moment. I'll contact you again when something comes up. Good night." and the view of the woman faded back into the brick of the building, erasing the chalk that was there.
Harry stuck his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and looked up at Hermione, "Should we go back to Hogwarts or should we let the old goat fret his beard off?"
Hermione glared down at her technician with her arms crossed, not bothering to answer such an obvious question.
Harry sighed, said, "Right, right," He held out one hand to her and the other to snap his fingers. Hermione took his outstretched hand and in that moment Harry snapped his fingers. Without a sound or flash or efen a swish of air, the two of them were gone.
A split second after teleportation found both the Weapon and Technician in an old dingey house, a large black dog waiting for them.
Harry let go of Hermione's hand and turned to the dog, "Hey, Sirius. How's it goin'?"
The dog morphed from a black mutt to a tall man with black hair tied back into a ponytail, black eyes, slightly sunken cheeks, a five o'clock shadow, and a surprisingly decent build considering that he was in Azkaban for twelve years and had only escaped a year ago. He wore a pair of blue jeans, brown shoes made of hard leather, and had converted the white and grey prison shirt into a tank top. He made an intimidating picture.
The man grinned and pulled Harry into his usual hug of greeting, "Been doing pretty well, just dealing with my boredom. Did you guys have a job tonight?" He let Harry go and turned and gave Hermione the same treatment.
"Yeah," Harry said, "A real weakling this time. We killed him, Hermione ate his soul, and we headed here. I suggested that we go back to Hogwarts to keep the old goat off our back, but Mione didn't want to."
Sirius just chuckled, "Never would have figured you to be one to go against school policy, Miss Granger."
Hermione huffed, crossed her arms, and said, "Yeah, well that was before I found out that school policy was made by the same man that allowed a slimy Pre-kishin like Snape to teach children, let Harry get abused by his relatives, and didn't even mention that Harry had a piece of Tom lingering around his body for more than ten years!"
"But if he hadn't done any of that we never would have been contacted by Lady Maka," Harry reminded her with a grin.
Hermione kept her arms crossed and turned her nose up at the idea of Dumbledore's methods being justified.
Harry and Sirius chuckled a little at her expense. Sirius then straightened up and said, "So how about a room and food for you two love birds?"
"Actually, despite Hermione's wishes, we're only here to check on you, make sure you aren't just letting yourself rot. I've gotta be back before morning 'cause tomorrow is the first task, remember Mione?"
If she were not a young woman of higher education the Death Weapon would have cursed. As it was she grumbled harsh words under her breath.
"Fine," she ground out eventually. She gave Sirius another hug, followed by Harry doing the same, and held her hand out to the raven haired boy in the black hoodie. Harry snapped his fingers and again the two of them were gone.
"... I've gotta find out how he does that..."
+--- Nake, Snake, Cobra Cobubara ---+
The two teens appeared again this time in a broom cupboard near the Gryffindor tower. Hermione was giving Harry the evil eyes.
Harry was giving her a meek and innocent look as he responded to her unasked question with, "What? We've only been gone for about thirty minutes, this is a perfect excuse."