HI! I know, I'm SO sorry, please, be patient with the foolish author who has six stories running at one time during the school year.
Disclaimer: I Don't own Soul Eater. If I did, A random goose would fly out of nowhere and hit Black Star every now and then, and no one would notice. Not even Black Star.
Soul, Maka, Black Star, and Tsubaki rushed down the hall, with Mifune and Angela in tow. They pushed through the large doors to see a most disturbing sight.
There, two students were grappling and punching each other, not even using their weapons. The armaments in question were fighting one another without using their abilities, acting just as brutishly as their meisters.
Soul and Black Star ran off to break up the fight, leaving the four behind.
"Do people usually fight this much here?" Angela asked the question quietly, upset by the pointless brawling.
"No, Angela-Chan. It's just..." Maka trailed off to see Soul breaking up the fight...by joining it. She face palmed.
Recently, there HAVE been more fights...
The thought echoed in Maka's head, before she shook it away. It was just a coincidence...
Little did Maka know that in matters as delicate as the ones unfolding that very day, there is little that is truly coincidence.
After showing Mifune and Angela around the school, and to their quarters, Maka and Soul spotted Death the Kidd at the job board. Liz and Patty were next to him, talking about things ranging from giraffes to if weapons like themselves, Soul or Tsubaki would be effected by a zombie apocalypse. If so, what about Crona?
Yes, in other words, they were bored. Even Kidd had become engrossed in their conversation about nothing at all. When Soul and Maka reached them, they added the idea that they wouldn't have to worry, because Shinigami-Sama would simply make the walking dead stop walking.
This made somewhat rational sense.
Blair had limped home, hoping to find Maka and Soul. Instead, she found an empty apartment.
Damn. School's not out for another hour.
Blair decided that, while she was here, at least she could clean and dress her wounds. She walked to the washroom and reached for the medical kit.
Her hand never reached it.
Blair leapt back as black water started to pour from the faucets of the sink. The shower started to rain the dark precipitation, which released a smell that made Blair clutch her nose in disgust.
The sink overflowed, and Blair stepped back into the living room, sparks of energy running between her fingers as she called on a pumpkin bomb.
It certainly has been a long time...Number 6...
Blair growled as that all too familiar voice crept through her ears. The water on the floor was now pooling into a large black puddle, where it started to thicken, like pudding.
Then, the thick substance wound itself together into a large, ropey pillar. The pillar wavered a bit, before a human, and we use the term lightly, face began to emerge from it.
Her mouth was stitched into an eternal smile. Her eyes were coal black, like the water she had appeared from. Her skin was a rotting brown, and her hair hung over her shoulders like something had died and now lay limp on her head.
"Noir." Blair snarled, pushing back a hand to fire the blast she had prepared. A black tentacle lashed out, and wrapped itself around the hand, pulling it upwards.
Noir wriggled a rotting finger at Blair, her smile growing even larger.
"Siegfried told me that you'd be here, Number 7, I thought that destroying Shibusen would fall to someone actually competent. Guess the boss' standards slipped a little."
The smile quickly flipped into a frown, before water lashed out to silence Blair.
But this time, she was ready.
Just as the water approached her mouth, ready to drown her from the inside, Blairs other hand, which had been forgotten, lit up with an orange light.
BOOM.
Soul and Maka turned to see the explosion, smoke rising from their apartment building. They both turned, and nodded, before running towards the area in question.
The apartment was in ruins. Smoke billowed out of the remains of windows, and in the middle of the chaos was Blair, collapsed in a heap, couching miserably.
The two rushed to her side. Maka tried to help Blair breath, and Soul cast a suspicious glance around the room. Whatever Blair had fired at was gone by now.
Or so he thought.
Quick as a flash, a black tentacle wrapped around Souls neck, and dragged him towards the ruins of the kitchen.
"SOUL!" Maka yelled, rushing after him. Blair slammed a fist into the floor before running after the two.
Curse that bitch! Noir knows better than to hurt soul, but...Maka...
She charged after the two, angry explosive power forming in her fist.
YAY! I GOT A CHAPTER DONE! Yeah, I know it's short, but, still! Phew...that's one of six (I think) stories updated...I've got my work cut out for me...maybe I should put a story up for adoption?
Quote of the day: Those who say anything is possible have never tried to slam a revolving door.
(Disclaim rights to that quote...it was just SO funny...)
-Twilight Symphony