Riika here, nya~
I am so, so sorry this took so long to get up. I meant to have it up on Thursday but I was packing for the con. Then I was at the con all weekend and didn't have a computer, so I didn't get to finish this until now. I'm sorry!
But I made it long and actiony for you guys to make up for it! Forgive me?
Disclaimer:: I do not own Soul Eater. If I did... Well I think we can all guess what would have happened by now.
Moonlight flooded the streets, bouncing off anything and everything it could. It gave the famous city an almost surreal feeling. It was nearing midnight but was still pleasantly warm. The pair sitting at a table outside of a café appeared to be waiting for something. Or rather, someone.
"At least it's a nice night," Soul said, in attempt to cheer up the dismayed reaper.
"The weather's hardly as important," the ravenette mumbled into the table.
The white-haired boy sighed, ruffling his temporary meister's hair, much to the boy's distress. "There, now it's even worse," he said, chuckling as the other tried his best to smooth out his hair.
Kid glared up at the weapon with fire in his gold eyes. "I'm asymmetrical enough without your help, Soul!" he snapped, tucking the last strand of his black and white hair into its proper place.
Soul merely shrugged. "Well, I like your asymmetrical hair," he said, his lips curving up in a half-smile.
Kid felt his cheeks grow warm and he went to throw a sharp retort at the weapon, but a noise caught his attention and he hushed himself, suddenly on high alert.
"What is it K-?"
"Shh!"
It was quiet, nearly inaudible, but he could just hear the chirping of a bird nearby. Normally, it wasn't something the reaper would think about. But in the dead of the night, he was suspicious. Birds like that weren't outside at night. "Do you hear that?" he whispered.
The weapon merely nodded in response.
"That's her, I know it," he whispered, gaining another confirmative nod from his partner. "Let's go." He stood and silently slid his chair back into place.
Soul hopped down from his place on the table and took Kid's hand in his own. It was warm and he could feel the reaper's pulse beneath his skin. He lingered a second longer than necessary before shifting into scythe form.
Kid held the weapon loosely in one hand, frantically repeating in his mind that he would be okay, even with an asymmetrical weapon. He moved swiftly but silently in the direction of the chirping.
He stood at the end of an alleyway, listening to the soft chirp, chirp of the bird. He was hesitant to go in after it, seeing as the alley was narrow and he wouldn't be able to wield Soul if necessary. He decided against it, and instead tapped the end of the scythe against the ground, letting the metal-on-cement collision ring down the alley.
In the faint light that reached it he could see the bird's head snap up in their direction. He smirked. A normal bird would have flown away immediately. As if reading his mind, the bird took off out the other end of the alley. He followed, not worried about the fact that he barely had enough room between the walls to run after the creature.
They followed the robin to a park before it disappeared into the trees. Kid breathed heavy, out of breath.
Moonlight made the black and red blade shine, even though it was dark out. "Can you sense her soul? Which way did she go?" Soul asked.
Kid shook his head. "Soul protect. I can't sense her," he stated, irritation in his tone. He had wanted to handle this quickly. No sooner had he spoken did he sense her. He didn't need to look to know she was behind them. He spun around, brandishing the scythe with fire in his eyes.
He glared at the woman. Her hair hung down to her hips in waves like an ocean of blood and her pale green eyes pierced into his gold ones. She wore a dress as red as her hair that hugged her torso tight. If he had to guess, it probably laced up in the back and was ribbed with boning. The skirt of the dress flared out around her, reaching barely to her mid-thigh, and was made of many layers that were arranged in a seemingly organized pattern, making them look like rose petals, which was probably the intention. She was tall, he noted. Six feet at least, if he had to guess.
There was one thing about her, though, that stood out to him. She was holding a ring loosely on her finger. Despite the fact that the halo appeared harmless, the way the light glinted off it told him otherwise. He could see the sharpened edge.
He gripped the scythe tightly. "We've come for your soul."
The witch's dew drop blue painted lips turned up in a smile as she twirled the halo on her finger. "I haven't the time to deal with immature children."
"Let's get 'em Barahime!" a high-pitched voice added excitedly.
It took the reaper a moment to realize the voice was coming from the weapon the witch wielded. She's a meister and a witch? That's new. He raised an eyebrow, but that was the only indication he made that he was curious about her skills. He glanced around quickly, observing his surroundings. There was plenty of space and it didn't look like it would be too noticeable if blood were spilled. That was good.
He was cautious, assessing the situation like a wild cat stalking prey. Being Death's son, you'd think he'd have more confidence in his combat abilities. But wielding a new weapon, he was a bit skeptical. He didn't doubt his combat abilities, he just doubted that they would work well with a heavier type weapon like Soul.
"You'll be fine Kid." Soul's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He could have sworn he heard something more in his partner's tone than just reassurance. He shook it off. This was not the time to be thinking about something like that.
"Right. Let's get this over with," he agreed.
He rushed at Barahime. He was expecting a counter attack, but he didn't expect her to throw the disk right past him, missing by nearly a foot. Did she do that on purpose? He wondered. But he didn't have time to think about it. He closed the few yards between them, scythe raised to swing with deadly precision. He went to swing the blade down, to cleave her in half, but he heard something whizzing through the air.
He spun around with inhuman speed, bringing the blade down so it blocked his face from view. A second later metal crashed against metal as the disk collided with the blade. It bounced backwards before spinning and transforming. In its place stood a child well under five feet tall. The child had blond hair that hung in loose ringlets around his round face. The child was dressed much differently than the witch, sporting a black form-fitting top-much like the ones Liz and Patty usually wore-and cobalt blue shorts that matched his eyes. Scratch that. As he looked at the child he could see orange speckled in the big blue orbs. The only real similarity between the two was the lack of shoes.
"You're fast! This could be fun," the child giggled happily.
Soul growled. "Brat."
The child's expression darkened significantly. "You'd be wise not to insult me."
"Naru, stop messing around." Kid shuddered, feeling the witch's breath on his back. He'd forgotten she was right there. He'd left himself wide open. She could have killed him if she'd wanted to. This is why I hate fighting like this! he thought.
The child nodded, dodging under Soul to go to the witch's side. He watched as the child took her hand and they shared a loving mother-child smile before the smaller transformed again. The witch spun the disk once before wrapping one delicate hand around the blade, practiced hands barely touching the sharp edge. For a moment, Kid wondered how long it took her to master being able to wield the weapon like that without hurting herself too.
He didn't have another second to think about it. Barahime was swinging the ring at him like it was a dagger. It may look harmless, but he knew if it made contact the wound would bleed. He swept the scythe upwards to block the swing, feeling the shock that vibrated through the metal from the collision.
Barahime's blue painted lips turned up in a smile as she pressed the ring harder against the blade. Kid braced himself against the ground, taking hold of the scythe with both hands to steady it. The witch was stronger than he'd thought she would be, physically at least. She hadn't even used her magic once since she'd switched forms.
"What's the matter, young meister? Were you expecting some push over who'd rely on magic to protect herself? Did you think I wouldn't be able to handle real violence?" she taunted, her tone cold and laced with amusement.
"I don't know what I expected, but I certainly didn't expect you to be a meister as well," Kid retorted, his voice equally chilling. He shifted his stance before aiming a kick at her legs, hoping to trip her.
She smirked, easily hopping off the ground and standing on the air. She brought her arm back, attacking from a different angle. The attack was quickly stopped. "Not bad. What's your name, boy?"
He stepped back, sweeping the blade in a half-circle at her. "Death the Kid."
He could see recognition spark in her eyes as she leaped up, landing lightly on the blade like it was a platform. "The son of Lord Death? Well, well, this is fun. I heard you fought with twin pistols."
"Temporary reassignment," he explained. It was clear that he wasn't too happy about that though. He felt so off-balance, so wrong in his mind, but he wouldn't let it get to him. He couldn't. Not with a strong witch like her around. He flicked the blade up, forcing her to jump back down to the ground. He aimed it for another swing.
"So then, who's your partner? Anyone I know?" she asked, genuinely curious.
"Why do you care?" Soul said before he could.
So straight-forward. I love that about him. He froze when the thought finished. Did I just say I...? Not the time for this, Kid!
"I like to know the names of those whom I kill."
Kid glowered and Soul's growl in his ear told him they were thinking the same thing: Barahime was insane.
"By that logic, I think we've got you beat Barahime. Both you and Naru. Though, I don't know how I feel about harming a child."
The crimson haired witch laughed, parrying another blow. "Naru's nineteen. The childish form is a result of my imagination and Naru's desire to comply to my wishes," she explained.
Kid smirked. "Then I don't mind killing him."
He stepped back, aiming a kick at her chest. He felt his foot connect and she went flying backwards. He closed the distance, hovering over her with the tip of the scythe blade pressed against her chest. "Farewell." He dug the blade into Barahime, feeling it pierce her heart. Her silence bothered him, but he didn't think too much about it. Some people dealt with pain better than others. "May the afterlife bear less of a burden for you." He noted she smirked before vanishing in a puff of rose petals.
Better? I hope so.
What did you guys think? Reviews are loved!
This is NOT the last chapter. There'll be one or two more, depending on how long the next one ends up being. This will be fun.
Riika needs another nap. Con made her sleepy, nya~