I got bored so I decided to write another chapter. This one might actually have some plot in it! So, yeah, enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater. I bet you'd never have guessed that…

Black Blood Is Thicker Than Water – Chapter 3: Unknown

Kris's P.O.V

"Hey Kitsune," I questioned, turning to face her, "Which mission should we pick?"

It was the day after our fight, and we were all feeling a lot better.

She shrugged indifferently, clearly focusing on something more important. Maka came up behind me, and touched my shoulder, making me jump.

"You scared me, Maka!" I exclaimed, glaring at the now laughing Meister, which only succeeded in making her laugh harder.

Still giggling, she asked, "You wanted to know which mission to pick, right? Well, seeing as this is your first, I'd say that you should team up with Channon and Lucian, and take on a harder mission together…You can get more souls that way and there's less risk of you getting hurt."

"Speak of the devil…" Soul muttered, glaring in the direction of Channon and Lucian, who were calmly walking towards us.

Maka explained her idea to them, and they (albeit grudgingly) agreed. We browsed the different missions for a while; looking for one we had a chance in hell of completing.

Near the bottom of the board, covered partially by other missions, was a small scrap of paper. I pulled it off, and read it curiously.

'There are suspicions that a large group of bandits are wandering Death City, Several shops have been stolen from in the past week, They probably aren't that strong individually, but there's a lot of them, so be careful."

"This should do," commented Lucian, who had been reading over my shoulder. Although his tone of voice suggested that he couldn't really care less. He glanced at Channon, "…Do you think we can manage it?"

She read it too, and nodded. We all turned to Kitsune expectantly. She shrugged, and muttered, "Whatever."

Lucian ignored her indifference, "I think it would be wise to do this mission tonight... That's probably when the thieves will strike…"

We all agreed, it was a good idea, but my main reason for agreeing was because I was still kind of intimidated by Lucian, and I really didn't want to disagree with him. So we headed back home to prepare ourselves for the mission.

11:45PM. Kris's P.O.V

We sat by the door, waiting for the exact time we had planned to leave. We had a plan all sorted out; it was completely flawless. Unfortunately, we all knew what that meant. Something was going to go horribly, horribly wrong. We were all a little injured from our fight with Stein, although that wasn't my main worry. Kitsune was still completely zoned-out, and if she didn't snap out of it soon, we wouldn't stand a chance. All four of us needed to be focused, and right now I couldn't see that happening. She was currently curled up, her knees to her chest, staring blankly at the floor. It was kind of creepy to be honest.

Then, startling all of us, she looked up, and murmured, "Guys, it's time."

That was the most she had said at once all day, and I was hoping (rather optimistically) that she was focused on the mission.

We snuck out of the house into the freezing cold night. As we walked along the almost deserted streets, I wished that I'd brought another jacket, although the cold should really have been the least of my worries.

A siren began blaring from up ahead, and without really noticing it, I broke into a sprint, the others not far behind me. I skidded to a halt in front of a large jewellery store. The window had been completely smashed, and a young man lay, either unconscious or dead, on the shop floor. He was bleeding heavily from a long wound across his side. I ran over to him, and pressed my fingers to his pale wrist, and then, just to be sure, to his neck.

"Dead," I announced solemnly, and we stood there for a minute in silent mourning. All except one of us.

Kitsune's P.O.V

I glimpsed a shadow fleeing across the rooftops as Kris checked the man's pulse. I knew he was dead before Kris announced it. I knew.

I suddenly began to run after the shadow, at the fastest pace I could. I heard Kris call after me, but I wasn't stopping. I wasn't waiting for them. I needed to keep running; because I knew I wouldn't be able to stand. Everything was so numb; I couldn't feel the burning pain in my legs, or the cold. All I knew was that I had to keep running. I had to.

There was a fence up ahead, with a sign on it. It was some kind of warning sign, not to go near it. I couldn't stop myself, everything was so blurry, and I leaped the fence. The others were catching up, I could hear Kris again, and he sounded panicked. The shadow I had seen jumped gracefully down from the roofs in a cat-like manner. He landed on his feet with barely a sound.

He was tall and lean, looking to be about eighteen years old, with scruffy copper coloured hair. He was wearing a black hoodie splattered with blood, ripped jeans and a dog-tag around his neck. However, it wasn't the dog-tag that led me to recognising him.

As I was about to say something, I looked back, hearing Kris banging on the fence. It sounded like he couldn't get over. I vaguely wondered why.

A silky, but at the same time rough, voice asked, "Surely, you haven't forgotten?"

I knew that voice. I could never forget it, and he knew that too. Staring into his eyes, captivated as I always was, I remembered everything. It was so sudden, a rush of memories that I had tried so hard to forget, and most importantly, why I'd been able to leap that fence. Everything seemed real again, and I fell to my knees as I noticed a searing pain in my left leg. Blood was gushing from the fairly deep wound.

I glanced back again; there was barbed wire on the fence. How did I not notice that?

His voice snapped me back to reality, he was speaking in that amused tone he always used with me, almost mocking me, "That's right isn't it? My eyes…They give me away don't they…?"

Yes. His eyes. They were beautiful, a bright, but pale silver, reflecting the moonlight.

"Kitsune…" he purred, bending over to brush my fringe out of my eyes, "Don't forget…"

"Zurui…" I murmured softly. That was the name he chose to go by. He had never told me what it meant, although I knew now. He had chosen it for the same reason that he told me to go by the name Kitsune.

It was because he knew… He knew the truth before anyone else did…

…Well, that's a weird kind of cliffhanger isn't it? So who is Zurui? What is he? And what exactly does he mean to Kitsune? Maybe you'll find out in the next chapter…

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