Maka and soul's place.
The laughing sun was just beginning to fall in the sky when Maka, Soul, and the boy (we'll call him green-hair for simplicity's sake, for now.) reached their apartment.
"nice place you have here" green-hair said, looking around.
"yeah… thanks…" said maka, backing away.
She'd changed her mind a bit about this new one on the walk here.
In the 5-minute walk, green-hair had undergone over ten mood swings. From happy to mad to depressed to happy again, and all the moods in between.
Still, maka felt somehow… compelled… to help this stranger. As though the spirit of kindness had taken a grip on her heart and refused to let go.
"care for some tea? Coffee?"
"maka, whats the deal? Your acting like this guy's bitch, instead of mine!"
MAKA CHOP!
"…that came out wrong." Soul said from the floor, blood streaming from the newly made gash in his head.
"so, where are you from?" Maka asked the stranger, as though nothing had happened.
"um… I don't know…"
"you don't?"
an amnesiac? Stranger and stranger this day gets.
"my memory… I feel like… theres something ive forgotten…" Green-hair shook his head back and forth, like he was trying to get rid of a bothersome fly.
"Maka-chan! Soul-kun!" Blair said, in cat form, leaping in from the window.
"oh no- gahhh!" Soul said as blair gave him one of her trademark boob hugs.
"Dammit blair… we have company!"
"so we do!" Said blair, flouncing over to green-hair, who was staring straight ahead of him.
"nyaaannn- OUCH!" said blair, who had gone in to give green-hair a hug, but had reared back, clutching her breasts. "spikies and boobies do not mix!" she said, turning into cat form and scampering into the next room.
"good riddance." Said Maka. "now then, do you want some – hey, are you all right?"
green-hair was still staring dead ahead. Maka had assumed he was staring at blair's assets, but now he was staring at empty wall. Something was definitely up.
"you… you're maka… maka albarn… the soul-hunter…" he said, looking at maka with those wide eyes, one brown, one yellow-black.
"well, it appears my reputation proceeds me." Maka said happily.
"and you… you're Soul 'Eater' Evans…" he said, pointing to soul, who had just gotten off the ground, an anime bandage on his head.
"what's it to you?" said Soul, brushing himself off.
"and… and your friends… black star, the egomaniac… tsubaki, the chain scythe… kid, the ocd king…"
Green-hair continued to rattle off the names of the entire spartoi team, while maka and soul watched in amazement. How could he possibly know the whole team?
"wh-what are you?" said maka, backing up, frightened.
"start talking! How do you know us!" said soul, transforming his arm into a scythe and shoving it under green-hair's chin.
"Soul wait!"
Soul paused, and looked around. Maka was looking around, as though looking for a attacking bee.
"what is it Maka?" he asked, worrying that this was all going to hell.
"don't you hear it soul?" Maka said, not looking at soul, still looking around her.
"drumbeats…"
Soul listened closely. Now that she mentioned it… he could hear steady drumbeats… faint, but increasing…
Bum.
Bum-Bum.
Bum.
Bum-bum.
Now that soul really listened, he could also hear chanting. Again, low in volume, but rapidly increasing.
Huh! Huah! Hueh!
Huh! Huah! Heh!
Huh! Huah! Heh!
Huh! Huah! Heh!
Now soul could hear violins, too…
Vum-vum-vum-vum-vum-vum-vum-vum-vum-vum-vum-VA-VA- Vum-vum-vum-vum-vum-vum-vum-vum-vum-vum-vum-VA-VA-
Vum-vum-vum-vum-vum-vum-vum-vum-vum-vum-vum-VA-VA…
Now the source of the unearthly chant was obvious, and maka and soul stared. Though he was not moving his lips, not moving anything, the chanting was definitely coming from green hair.
The chant grew even louder. A new drum rhythm was added.
Bum. Bum. Bum.
Bum. Bum. Bum.
Bum. Bum. Bum.
Bum. Bum. Bum.
The chant grew to incredible levels. Now there was an added chorus, what sounded like old, wise men.
Oooooo-oooooo-oooooo-oooooo…
Oooooo-oooooo-oooooo-oooooo!
And, as the chant reached its peak, green-hair suddenly sprang to life, jumping on top of the coffee table, and singing words which didn't even sound remotely human.
And he sang, in a mighty powerful voice…
DOVAHKIIN! DOVAHKIIN! NAL OK ZIN LOS VAARIN!
WAH DEIN! VOKUL! MAEHFAERAK AHST VAAL!
AHRK FIN NOROK PAAL GRAAN… FOD HUS NO ZINDRO ZAN!
DOVAHKIIN! FAH HIN! KOGAAN MU DRAAL!
The song went into something of an interlude, green hair jumping from table to shelf to top of the tv, nimbly as a gazelle, not even wobbling anything. Then he sang again, perched on the lamp, more quietly but just as forceful.
Huzrah… nu… kul do od!
Wah… an bok… lingrah vod!
Ahrk fin tey…
Baziik fun…
Do FIIIIN GEIIIN!
"maka… what the hell…" said soul, staring at green-hair, jumping around joyfully on the floor.
"I have no idea…"said maka. Was this guy on acid?
And then, green hair sang yet again, but this time in almost a whisper, a steady, low chant, which chilled the bones.
Wo lost fron wah ney dov arhk fiin reyliik do jul voth… aan suuleyk wah ronit faal krein!
Then, in a voice so low it was almost intangible…
Fod zey… mah… win… kein… mez… fun… dein!
Alduin, feyn do jun…
Kruuzik vokun staadnau…
Voth-ann bahlok wah diivon fin-lein!
The trumpets went crazy as green-hair straightened up from his crooked stance.
Then, with the voice of a god, he sprang forth, and sang more powerfully then anything!
Bizzarely enough, maka could have sworn some of this verse was English…
Nuz aan sul…
THANK THE LORRRD!
FUKKING COOL!
OH MY GOD!
ME GUSTA VO!
MAH-FAEEERAAK!
AHRK RUUUUUU-UUUZZZZ!
Paaz KEIZAAL fen kos stin nol bein ALLLLLLLLDUIN'S MAAAAWWW!
CRASH!
Right between he said "bein" and "alduin", the green-haired madman leaped out of the window!
Soul and maka stuck their heads outside, to see green-hair tearing away. Though they could no longer hear his words, he was still singing, definitely.
"…what in shinigama-sama's name was THAT?" Soul said.
"I have no idea… I'll call the window repairman… he oughta be used to it, after all the times black star has done it." Maka said, walking to the kitchen.
One thing was sure; she was NEVER inviting that lunatic here again.
And yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that a can of worms had somehow just been opened…
what was that all about? Stay tuned to find out!
And I do not own soul eater, nor the song. That's right. It's a real song. See if you can figure it out.