Chapter 4 - Angels to Ghosts
"Oh, there you are. Frank, right?"
"My apologies, I`m late. I`m a failure when it comes to appointments..." The young man laughted nervously "But no doubt you two are the ones I``m supposed to meet, I could feel your wavelenght miles away. Shall we go?"
While mother and daughter were guided throughout the city, something was troubling Maka`s mind.
Maka knew he was talking about her mother`s wavelenght, but it was weird neither she or Kami got aware of the man`s presence until he was standing in front of them.
She waited, but when she realized her mother wouldn`t ask she did herself. "Eh, how come I couldn`t feel your wavelenght, despite it being so strong?"
"Well, that`s because I`m not reckless like you two. I can`t be. Your mother is one of the strongest meisters out there and can take care of herself and if I recall, you live at Death City and has the protection of Shinigami. I`m just an avarege guy, you see. I don`t even know how to fight. That`s why I joined the Legion, actually, that`s why they came to me. You have no idea how much the demons and witches fear Grigori. And that`s why it`s so dangerous. Going out at broad day light with this anti-demon wavelenght of mine is like invitating the baddies to my own funeral."
"And that`s why we`re going to join Legion, Maka." Kami explained, feeling bad for throwing so much information at her kid at one time." Maka`s brain seemed to be about to break at any moment. "We`re going to learn how to conceal ourselves, much like what witches do."
"But don`t they use their magic for that? How-" The girl stopped talking when they arrived at an small church. The man walked to the back of the church, where they found an wooden door with the words "Wij zijn degenen decended uit de hemel. Alleen we zijn engelen. Tesamen zijn we Legion."
He opened the door, and they entered.
Soul entered his old room and fell down at the bed. After hours of "How much you`ve grown", "What a fine young man you`ve turned into" and those usual interrogational sesions regarding women, school, piano practise and eating habits followed by the struggle against cousins that wanted to see his scythe form, he felt worn out.
He was surprised to see that everything was just like it was before he left. His room was so clean that Soul concluded his mother must`ve told the maid to clean it everyday, but leave everything at the right place. It was like they were waiting, for the day that Soul would come back home. Knowing this, Soul couldn`t tell them that he wasn`t planning to come back. They must have missed him, just like he was missing Maka, Black Star and everyone.
The door knocked. "Soul?" It was Wes voice. "Soul, I have something to show you. Come downstairs."
Wow, it seems like ages since I last updated this story. Thank you everyone that reviewed!Small chapter is small
On a side note: use google translator, the sentence is in DUTCH