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Summary: Tumblr Giveaway Prize: for wingsof-flame who was the third place winner! Why did they have to be assigned that mission? Halloween was known for being the day the Pre-Kishin were most active, so all Shibusen students had to be alert. His meister just had to take a mission that day.
Rating: T- language and gore; character death
Pairing: SoMa
Chapter 6- This Is Halloween
Why did they have to be assigned that mission? Halloween was known for being the day the Pre-Kishin were most active, so all Shibusen students had to be alert. His meister just had to take a mission that day.
"We need to collect more souls so you can become a Death Scythe! That's why we are taking a mission today Soul!" Maka snapped at him, trying to shut him up as they sat atop a roof in the middle of the city, waiting for their target to show its ugly head.
"There are so many cooler things that we could be doing tonight," he complained. There were parties, egging and TPing houses, even trick or treating; anything was better than sitting on a rooftop. She shot him a glare that he promptly ignored before focusing her binoculars out on the plaza, hoping to see the Pre-Kishin. He sighed; as much as he liked Death City and Shibusen, this was the one part of his job that he hated.
A few hours had past, neither talking to one another; one party out of annoyance and the other out of vigilant surveillance. A low rumbling started out of nowhere which put the pair on alert. "Soul, if that's your stomach…" Maka started, seething but her cut her off by tackling her to the ground and rolling them to the left, just in time to dodge a pair of claws that were now embedded where they had been moments before.
"Heh, you're supposed to be the one with Soul Perception," he teased before removing himself from above her.
"Shut up," she blushed, standing up and brushing herself off before extending her arm. He nodded and quickly shifted to his weapon form, landing smoothly in her palm. She did a once over of the Pre-Kishin and boy, was it hideous; parts of its flesh was hanging from its face, a deranged grin causing it to look even creepier. Its claws extended as it licked its lips in anticipation of a tasty snack.
"Charles Manson, your murdering days are over! Your soul is-" Maka shouted but had to jump back quickly as he slashed out at her, nicking her side. She grunted in pain, her white glove staining itself red as she held it.
"Damnit Maka," Soul grunted, feeling the pain through their wavelength. "No more long-ass speeches! Let's take this damn thing down already." She nodded and turned her attention back to the Kishin only to find it had disappeared.
"What the hell?" She searched for it frantically, not liking that it evaded her so easily. Soul was on high alert, wanting to protect his Meister. Catching sight of its shadow, he tried to warn her.
"Maka! Behind you!" he screamed. However, it was too late. As she was turning, its claws pierced through her chest, causing her to jolt forward and drop him. Blood spurted from her mouth as she slumped to her knees, eyes locked on his as he phased back to human form.
"S-Soul…" she gurgled out as her soul was taken from her and devoured by the Kishin. He stared at her, paralyzed by the trauma of watching his Meister die before his eyes. His gaze was glued to her slumped form as the Kishin ran away; he hardly cared right now, he wanted to spend these last few moments with her. He crawled over to her slowly, pulling her into his embrace as tears started rolling down his cheeks.
"Idiot… I never got the chance to tell you I love you," he whispered brokenly as he buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent one last time. He knew they shouldn't have taken that mission.
A/N: Read and Review lovelies! Sorry it has taken so long to update :C hope you enjoy! I know the person this was wrote for did!