Soul Hunting Season: Open

Soul and Chrona have now officially been gone for 24 hours, and Shinigami has just called for Death the Kid and Dr. Stein to meet him in the Death Room.

Shinigami began, "Do either of you have an idea on why I called you both up here today?"

"Would it have to do with the fact that both Soul and Chrona have been missing since yesterday," Stein suggested.

"Yep," the ecstatic Shinigami responded, "And while I know boys will be boys, it just won't do for them to run around wild without any repercussions."

"Um, father," Kid asked, "Do you have any idea on what they're doing? Or where they're even at?"

"Well…"

Shinigami began rummaging around in his pockets until he pulled out a folder. Then he continued,

"While we were tracking the two of them down, we happened to stumble across some receipts from Souls' credit card; so far he's used it to buy enough clothes to fill a couple of wardrobes when they momentarily stopped in Santa Fe. There's also a police report from Las Vegas stating they arrested Soul under the charges of: being drunk in public, underage drinking, destruction of state property, and assaulting an officer…"

A bewildered Kid exclaimed, "How's he still not in custody!"

"Not sure," Shinigami nonchalantly answered, "But we also have a record from a parking garage that the car Soul was driving got torn apart by crooked mechanics, and that he has 30 days to move his cylinder blocks…"

Stein then sternly asked, "So if they're not in Las Vegas anymore, does that mean they've found another mode of transportation or are they on foot?"

"Your guess would be as good as mine Stein, since Soul hasn't used the credit card since Santa Fe. Their trail has gone quite cold at the moment."

A thought then occurs to Kid and he wonders, "Aren't there some people missing here? Why aren't Maka or Marie here, considering they both care deeply for Chrona's safety? (Soul's safety too I guess).

"Well I would call them here, if it was just one or the other," Shinigami concerned, "Though together I believe it would be the same as introducing a match to gunpowder."

Kid arched his eyebrows quizzically.

Stein filled him in, "Since they're both so… Emotionally driven, that if they worked together it would be nothing short of Armageddon for anyone who stands in their way."

At the thought of those two working together, Stein and Kid both shuddered in fear.

"Yes and I would prefer my newly formed Deathscythe to come back to the DWMA alive," Shinigami added.

On that note Stein asked, "So our mission is to bring Soul and Chrona back. Should we get going now?"

"Not so fast you two," Shinigami stated while blocking the exit, "Just because Maka and Marie aren't going, doesn't mean you're not getting any additional help!"

The two looked at the Shinigami quizzically before Kid finally asked,

"So who else is coming with us father?"

"He's one of Death's Weapons actually," Shinigami explained.

An unfamiliar voice then playfully announced, "I guess this is my cue."

Like a phantom, he walked from behind a closed curtain. There stood a man with snow-white hair. He would have reminded Dr. Stein and Kid of Soul, except his abyss-like purple eyes ruined the image. Shinigami continued,

"His name is Wes Evans. He probably doesn't look familiar to either of you because of the fact that he's never attended the DWMA."

"Not to mention the fact that I've never really been an ally per-se, but I've always helped indirectly," Wes played.

"Well, um, yes," Shinigami stated solemnly.

Cutting straight to the chase Kid demanded, "If that's the case, why are we trusting him?"

Wes then laughed and answered, "Because Soul is my baby brother and I came to help. Either way he wrecked my 4th favorite car and even though I can easily replace it, I don't want him becoming spoiled with him thinking that it's not a problem to do these kinds of things. So every now and again I have to give him a little dose of reality…"

"Oh, I like this guy already," Stein enthusiastically claimed.

Kid then asked, "So if you are one of Death's Weapons, who was your meister?"

"Oh wow, today's turning into such a laugh-riot! I never had the need for one; I did it on my own. Hahaha! (Sigh) God must be trying to make it up to me after seeing what became of my car."

"Yes well at that aside," Stein interrupted, "But could you please explain how it is you became one of Death's Weapons without any of us ever realizing?"

Wes sternly answered, "You see, our parents always liked things to be picture perfect at the sake of our neighbors whispering about us one day. That being said, Soul and my upbringing was heavily monitored and controlled so we would know how to act and talk with high society."

Silence completely blanketed the room as Wes spoke about his and Soul's seldom talked about childhood.

Wes continued, "So imagine their disgust if they found out their oldest son was a weapon, through their eyes nothing could be more barbaric. A little truth that Soul relearned after he applied here, am I right Shinigami-sama?"

The other two stared at the silent Shinigami, unable to decide on what question to ask first. For once, he took the initiative,

"You see," Shinigami explained, "When Soul enrolled here at the DWMA, his parents were furious at the fact he was a weapon… So they disowned him shortly after his arrival."

Before anyone had the time to express their disbelief Wes went on with his story,

"Yes, that's how far they're willing to go to maintain their perfect image. Though Soul is perfectly fine without them in his life, maybe even better off, but I have my own self-interests too; and right now without our parent's influence I won't be able to reach my goals. So for the time being I need to maintain myself in their favor."

A couple of seconds of silence passed by that indicated that Wes was finished talking. Then those seconds turned to minutes as everyone in the room tried to gather their thoughts. Dr. Stein was the one who would break this unceasing silence.

"Such a great story," Stein mocked, "But you still haven't answered my question Wes."

Wes smirked and said, "Should've known… Okay, so around the time I discovered that I was a weapon and for obvious reasons I haven't told anyone. Out of sheer boredom or the need to rebel like my younger brother, I began collecting souls myself. For the first year or two it was unimaginably difficult, but after a while I grew quite used to it. I had always made sure to stay out of any other students' ways, so I wouldn't interfere with their progress. Then eventually I had collected the 100 evil souls and a witch's soul, and I became one of Death's Weapons under everyone's noses…"

Kid was about to continue the interrogation but the older Shinigami stopped him and stated that he explained himself all that he would need to for the day.

"So," Stein continued, "Since you're a weapon, how about going into your form before we leave."

Wes gave a smirk that they've only ever seen courtesy of Soul. Then Wes began disintegrating as it reform into what appeared to be… Bandages?

As the weapon was forming, Wes was wrapping himself around Stein's arms and torso. This made Stein look like a cross between a mad scientist and a mummy.

Stein smiled and said, "Oh, so you're like a suit of armor." While he looked at the weapon that completely covered most of his upper body.

Wes snickered.

"I see, it's like that," Stein laughed as he bore his trademark sadistic grin.

Shinigami then let everyone go on their mission to get Soul and Chrona. As they walked out Kid couldn't help but be a little nervous because of the fact that Stein probably wasn't this powerful when he had Spirit as his partner.

While everyone walked out a certain blue-haired ninja was hiding in the balcony, and he muttered,

"Soul sure does know how to throw a party," with that little twisted glint in his eyes.

After Blackstar finally managed to sneak out of there and back into the school, he turned the corner and smiled.

"So," Blackstar grinned, "You guys got all that right?"

"Yeah, we did," Maka answered as she took off her headset while looking at a worried Marie.

"Looks like we know to start out at Las Vegas," Maka smiled at Marie.

Marie nodded, "Yes, cross-country traveling without supervision is too dangerous for two minors!"

"You guys know that they'll be like eighteen in a couple of months right," Blackstar questioned flatly.

A frustrated Maka snapped, "And you wonder why you're not going!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M NOT GOING!" Blackstar screeched.

Marie apologized, "Sorry Blackstar, but it's just not the right mission for you. One day you'll understand," as she walked off with Maka.

As Blackstar stood there motionless from the shock for a couple of seconds, Tsubaki, through her weapon form, asks,

"We're still going aren't we…?"

As Blackstar picked his head up with an evil smirk, "Oh and miss all the fun? I've always wondered how Soul would hold up in a fight especially now that he's a Deathscythe, and then there's a chance Chrona'll get involved with that Black-blood of his. Heh, it's just too much fun to pass up on!"

Blackstar then ran off and teleported as he began to search for Soul and Chrona for his own personal motives.

A.N: I was wondering when the "adventure" would come in while I was writing this! So in one group: Death the Kid, Dr. Stein, and Wes Evans. Group two: Maka and Marie. Group three: Blackstar and Tsubaki. Everyone has their own motives for going on this mission, who'll be the first ones to catch up with them? Sorry this chapter was as comical as the others, but I needed to do it this dramatic or the story would've fizzled out. Please favorite and/or review "Too Much Adventure!" Thank You for reading! ~Traffic9991