I was a little ify about my first non-warrior fanfic, but I think this turned out pretty epic! Thank you all so much for your reviews! I love reading them! And to Hello this is me speaking, don't worry, all or most of your questions will be answered very soon. -Falconface
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Shattered Home
My whole world was changing, and I wasn't entirely sure how I should deal with it. I was free... Finally free! And yet all I could do was stare at the person who'd freed me. Maka looked at me, unsure herself of what to do now.
Kid was protesting in the background, but I'd learned that I didn't need to listen. In the next second, I made my move. In one swift bound, I grabbed Tsubaki from where she lay on the ground.
There were many reasons for this, but not enough time to explain. Without thinking twice, I raced back, and leapt up the stacked boxes, smashing through the single window in the dark storage room.
The rush of cold air stunned me for a second, but I quickly recovered, and took off into the night. I didn't know where I was going, didn't even know why I was doing this. My skin stung with pain from where pieces of glass had drawn blood. I ignored it the best I could, and kept running.
In my hands, Tsubaki was doing her best to match her soul to mine, taking away much of the weight, making it less of a hassle to carry her.
The thin layer of powdered snow crunched under my shoes, and behind I could feel the warmth of the tavern slowly fading away. A few rocky outcrops and lonely pine trees dotted the landscape, but other than that, there was nothing but white.
I spared a quick glance behind me, seeing Maka and Kid crawling out the window, Kid holding the twin pair of pistols he'd been looking at earlier. In my heart, I knew I should've released all the weapons down there, but at the same time, I knew it was impossible.
All I could do was run. Run from my fears, my pain, my past. Though I could never truly escape.
By the time the rays of dawn were slipping over the landscape, the building was far away, out of sight. Never in my life had I run this much, and my legs were aching and wobbly, and my lungs sore from breathing in the chilly air.
I skidded to a stop behind a small pile of rocks, where it gave some shelter from the wind, and also hid us from view. Just as I sat down, Maka and Kid appeared, both breathing as heavy as I was. I held out my hand to Maka. "The key."
Hesitantly, she pulled out the silver object from deep within her coat pocket, and handed it to me. I shoved it into Tsubaki's collar, and it opened, allowing her to return to her human form. The look she gave me was both thankful, and telling me I was an idiot at the same time.
Next, I gave the key to Kid, and watched him release the two Thompson sisters. They sprang out of weapon form, the younger one looking around with awe, while the older, Liz, commented on the escape. "I can't believe we're out." She whispered.
I could only nod in agreement, and then survey our surroundings. We couldn't stay here. The cold would kill us in no time. But where should we go?
"You could at least thank me."
"Huh?" Maka was shooting daggers at me, her cold eyes expecting some reply. "Uh, thanks... Maka."
She seemed shocked that I knew her name. But seeing that she knew mine, I figured we were even.
"What now?" I felt kinda sorry for Kid. This whole time he was just being dragged along.
"We go to DWMA." I replied immediately. They looked at me. "Your parents are there aren't they? So is Tsubaki's brother. It's the only place where we'll be safe."
Nobody had any objections to say, and it was made official. The only problem was none of us knew where the DWMA was. But after resting, it was decided to head in a south-ish direction. If anything it would at least be warmer.
After a while, Maka quickened her pace so she caught up with me, since I was the one leading the group. "So how'd you end up imprisoned there?" She asked, breaking the awkward silence between us.
I simply shrugged. "Dunno. Been there my whole life."
"You're name was Soul, right?" She double checked.
At first I thought she'd actually memorized my name, but now I could see she was just guessing. "Yeah. It's Soul Eater." I didn't know what to say to someone who basically just saved my life. But I guess the most I could do was thank her properly. "Helping us... was an idiotic thing to do. But... thanks." Okay, so maybe that wasn't the best way to put it, but it was close enough.
I was rewarded with a whack over the head, and I glared at her, and she glared at me. Suddenly Patti burst forward, pointing a finger at a nearby rock. "That rock looks like a bunny!"
"Hey, Patty, don't go running ahead!" Liz freaked out.
Maka let out small giggle, and I felt a smile tug at my lips, but held it back. In truth, I couldn't see how the rock looked like a bunny, but didn't bother to voice my opinions.
There were small conversations starting up, mostly asking about each others life, and how things came to be. I didn't really listen. Even Maka joined in at times, and I was left alone at the front of the group, but didn't really mind.
"Soul," the quiet voice was Tsubaki's. "Is something wrong?"
I couldn't help but be surprised. "Maybe." I mumbled.
"Soul?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks... for saving me."
"..."
...
Some time later, we came across the wreckage of an old house, and agreed it was a suitable place to rest. Or, at least we assumed it had been a house. Most of the roof and the stone walls had collapsed and were worn with time, but it still provided a suitable shelter. The Thompson sisters managed to collect some fairly dry wood, and after a few failures, we got a fire going.
Tsubaki did a partial transformation, using some move called "Trap Star", which I felt should have been more extreme, but for now, it managed to catch us a few rabbits, that we split equally.
The meat was plain, but after eating afreet eggs your whole life, it was a nice change. After that, we simply sat around the licking flames, in silence, all the previous conversations dying out.
Then Maka stood and walked over to me. "Soul... can I try wielding you again?"
"Huh?" I didn't fully understand what she was saying.
"I'm a Meister, so I'm suppose to be able to wield Death Weapons." She didn't meet my eyes. "So I hoping to try wielding you in scythe form again."
Before I could protest that what happened before had nothing to do with right now, she went on. "Besides, I did save you. You owe me this."
I bit my lip. How many times in the future would I have to suffer because she saved me? It hurt to think about it. But at the same time, I was curious if being used with the collar off would be different than if it was on.
Except, I wasn't ready to be stuck in weapon form again. I'd spent most of my life that way, and I felt panicked that somehow I'd be stuck that way again. Unable to turn human. Though I knew that we'd left the collars far behind.
Gritting my teeth, I summoned my weapon form. The transformation was easy, but reluctant. My scythe form fell into Maka's hands. The others were watching us as well.
She gripped me tightly, almost nervously. "Give me a sec." I mumbled, kind of surprised that my voice echoed around, and was heard by the others. I focused the best I could on our souls, surprised that Maka was doing the same. Instantly, I realized our souls matched. They fit well together, and I quickly gave the all clear.
She swung hard, and I focused all my energy into the swing. It was like I'd been granted access to power locked away, and was taking it all, and giving it to her.
She swung me in a wide arc, and I adjusted my weight, making the movement smoother and more affective. And... I also found I could move! A little if anything, but enough to make a difference. I trusted her, and she trusted me.
"Can we do more?" She asked, barely breathing hard.
I thought about it. "I've heard of something called Soul Resonance. But it's hard. Our soul wavelengths have to match perfectly."
"Let's do it!" On her command, I focused on our souls. I felt them coming closer together, and then, they touched, and power washed over me.
I could tell Maka was feeling the same thing. Our wavelengths just seemed to click into place, and the power level rapidly increased. Not only that, but I felt myself change. My weapon form suddenly had two blades, and not only that, but they were massive, and kind of looked like a glass rainbow. But I knew my original form still existed underneath. If anything, this was just a cover. A super powerful deadly cover that could cut you in half in one sweep.
I felt Maka's grip tighten, and then she swung me down, away from the others. I cut through the ground, as if nothing was there. And as I rocketed back up, I pushed forward all my power. The result was a wave of pure energy that smashed a nearby boulder to dust.
During that destruction, a sudden name echoed in my mind: Witch Hunter. That was what our Soul Resonance was called. I was curious if it actually could kill a witch. But we'd probably never get the chance to find out. Witches were accepted into this society, as they made magical weapons and tools that helped the citizens. And made us Death Weapons despise them, for the magic collar they invented that ruined our lives.
As Maka just stared, the Soul Resonance slipped, and shattered. I was left in my normal scythe form, and I quickly turned back human. I knew we could do better. That this move could be more powerful, more deadly. But it had been hard enough to keep our souls connected. Maka was completely new at adjusting her soul, so I'd been focused on tweaking mine. If it'd been easier to connect soul wavelengths, then I might have been able to send even more power into every stroke.
But the others were still staring at the massive damage this one move had caused. I guess this was good enough for them, and I did feel a little awe, about what we just did. In the end all I said was, "Is that good enough for you?"
Maka nodded slowly, and I returned beside the fire. Right now, so many things were going through my mind. Something like this had never happened before. I'd heard rumours that in the past, Meisters and Weapons would form partnerships. The best teams had souls that matched and complimented each other. I always thought it was impossible, and unnecessary.
Those at the tavern chose weapons at random. It didn't matter what the soul wavelength was.
Sometime later, Maka sat down beside me, while Kid declared that he and the Thompson sisters should try it to. Tsubaki went to watch, leaving the two of us alone together.
In the background I could hear the twin pistols fire, Kid's complaints about symmetry, and Tsubaki's encouragements.
"Hey Soul." Maka was looking at me.
"Yeah?"
"When I took the collar off... the fist thing you did was grab Tsubaki. Why?" Her question completely caught me off guard.
I hesitated and carefully thought about my answer. "I made her... a promise."
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