Sa: Lalala... *is drawing on a piece of paper in her room*
So: *suddenly walks in unannounced* Whatcha' doin' Sarah?
Sa: Eh? SOUL? *drops pen and pencils and runs away*
So: Well...didn't expect this... *sweatdrops*
*Sarah now is in the kitchen with Maka staring at what she's doing*
Ma: By any chance why're you?
Sa: Cooking? No reason...
Ma: Okay…*looks to Danny, who's studying at the dining table* How's the studying going?
Da: *smiles* great! Did you know that a sound soul—
Ma & Sa: dwells within a—
*Minnora stretches and gets up from the couch* *Shadow leans on the couch's arm with an irritated look on her face*
Mi: Sound Mind and body.
All:….really Minnora-chan?
Mi: ….? Did I say something wrong?
*Hannah shakes her head while still sitting on the couch*
Ha: Not at all, that's exactly right!
Sha: Now on to our debut, I guess…
Sa: I thought it was my debut!
All: Whatever, Sarah…
Sa: GRRRR! You're all so mean!
Sha: No, you're just a brat….
Sa: What was that? *Stomps over to Shadow, who presses her nose against Sarah's as they stare each other down*
Ma: *Steps in between the pair* Calm down and let's begin….
Mi: …A-A-A s-sound mind dwells within….a…a…I mean a sound soul dwells…
Ha: *interrupts* within a sound mind and sound body! Wait…didn't we already say this? Oh well!
A Bracelet, a memory, and a future, that's what you left me with... -unknown
Whoever finds this note, please uncover the truth. That's all I ask. -Higurashi No Naku Karo Ni
Chapter Eight: Selenic Soul? - Sarah's electric guitar debut
Several gentle chords of an airy classical tune floated throughout the apartment. Sarah sighed at the sound and bit her lip. Sooner or later she had to confess to him the truth. Not only that, but this essay for Papa Stein's class was proving to be a feat. The prompt was: "Write something about the person you admire the most," though what that had to do with Phasmology and souls was beyond her. Sarah had no problem finding a person she could write about. At first, she thought that maybe Maka-Ane-chan would be a good subject, but decided not to last minute. Her cousin wasn't exactly who she admired most.
Hesitantly, Sarah picked up her pen.
"I stared at the clock expectantly," she began to write, but stopped short.
Oh no, not again.
She leaned back in the chair sharply, the weak wooden frame creaking under the sudden shift in weight.
"Ah!" she shrieked, pulling at her pigtails, tugging them again and again in dismay. "Curse this writer's block!" Sarah leaned forward and pounded the desk with her fist. "Dammit!"
It was only when she sat upright again, that she noticed that the soft piano music trilling from the living room had stopped. When Soul suddenly appeared in the doorway and knocked on the open door, she jumped nearly ten feet out of her seat in alarm.
"Everything okay?" he asked.
Reluctantly, Sarah turned around and looked at the weapon, a slight blush rising on her face. She'd been enjoying the music, 'till it ended.
"No, I'm all right," she assured him. Meanwhile, her mind was sorting out how to breathe when in his presence. That's it, she thought, an idea slowly forming like rainclouds on a stormy day.
"Well, I'll be—," said Soul, but he was interrupted by sound effects that weren't supposed to be here. BANG! CRASH! CLATTER, Rrrrr. There was a small screech, a high, frightened yell of "Ane-sama!" and then quiet. From the kitchenette, a small bowl rolled on its side until it finally met with Soul's foot in the doorway. He sighed then smiled."Maka, Danny, are you okay?"
Beneath the pots and pans, Maka spoke. "Yeah, I'm fine, but dinner's gonna be a little late."
"S'better than none at all," said Soul with a slight grimace. "You know your cousin's cooking could probably kill the Kishin by itself." Ignoring the comment, Sarah turned to face the desk and began writing once more. Sure, last time she tried her hand at cooking dinner everyone had been...slightly ill for a while afterward. Even Soul, who could eat the most rancid foods known to man, could not stomach the concoction she had brewed. Oh... that pissed her off something nasty, alright. Danny had repainted the bathroom all by himself that night. Despite the memory she moved on back to her work, she still wasn't finished and to make things better: it was due tomorrow. Procrastination seemed like such a good idea this past week.
…
It's second hand was moving choppily around the face. And in time with the ticking, she scribbled down furiously, the soothing tones of a grand piano sounded. Each resonated wonderfully, sending chills up and down my spine. Seated at the great instrument was the most amazing boy I know. His fluffy, vanilla-scented white hair, was sticking out perfectly, casting sinister shadows around his sallow face, cherry red eyes closed, lost in the music. Soul Eater Evans, one my best friends. When he plays, he's beyond a badass...
…
After a few more paragraphs she set down the pen. Again, a blush floated to the surface of her features as Sarah read it over. Maybe the prompt should have been the person you desire the most, teased Kikami in between her chuckles. At that comment, she changed her mind again, picking up the folder of sheet music on her desk and wedging it in between a copy of Pain and Smells Like Teen Spirit.
Thirty minutes later she finished yet another essay (this one about Maka) and went to join her friends for dinner. Danny had begged his older cousin to not try and cook anymore, for fear that any more pan avalanches would occur. The loud noises had scared him considerably, and hurt his ears. To convince her he stretched his eyes wide and puppy like, and blinked rapidly to add to the overly exaggerated cute look.
At his pitiful face, Maka immediately gave up trying to oppose him and ordered takeout, so they all were waiting for the food to arrive. She smiled to see her cousin looking so lively as the girl bounded into the living room with a lavender project folder and practically floated onto the couch to sandwich herself in between Danny and her. "Maka-Ane-chan! I wrote my essay about you!" Sarah handed her the folder with glee.
"Wow," Maka blinked to quell her surprise. Was she really someone to be admired? "Ano...Thanks Imouto...I sort of wrote mine about my mom though," she admitted a bit guiltily.
"S'okay," she replied, not even caring if someone wrote about her. What mattered most right now was Maka's critique. "Read it please?"
Amused, Maka leafed through the folder and inadvertently plucked out both essays. She saw the one labeled "MAKA ALBARN", read it over quickly, and smiled in approval of the flattering description of her character. "That's so sweet, Sarah," she said when finished. "I love it."
"Really?" Her eyes were sparkling with accomplishment. Maka-Ane-chan loved reading, so if she liked it must have been good.
"Absolutely...But," a pouty Cheshire grin emerged from the older girls slender lips. "What's this second one? It has Soul's name on it."
Sarah looked askance, to where Soul was currently milling around in the kitchen.
"Let's hear it then," he said, getting the Styrofoam plates from their hiding spot. "It's probably just as cool as yours truly."
"But," protested Sarah. "I..."
"C'mon," whined Soul and Danny. The younger wondering why his Ane didn't pick him as a subject. He was just as cool as Soul! Hmph, cuter too, she should have picked him.
"No." Angry tears were welling up in her eyes. "I don't want you to read it!"
"Fine," agreed Maka and Soul, not wanting to see her cry. Maka put both essays back where they belonged and tiptoed over to Sarah's room and placed the folder on her bed. While she did though, the doorbell rang and Danny and Sarah rushed for it. "I'll get it!" they yelled at the same time. Danny pushed past Sarah, and the girl did the same, both tripping over each other's feet in a mad dash to open the door.
Soul got there before the misguided duo. He handed the money to the delivery boy before taking the food, slamming the door, and setting it down on the table. "Oi, guys?" He looked to Danny and Sarah, who were wrestling each other on the floor.
"I want to get the door, Ane!"
"No, me!" said Sarah to the younger, pinning him to the floor. But the little boy was pretty much just as strong and he wiggled from her grip, trying to escape to the foyer.
"I want to get the door!" he repeated.
"I want to!" said Sarah again.
"I-,"
Maka whistled loud and high, two fingers in her mouth. "Children," she said softly at first, but then she raised the volume on her voice, taking on a more maternal tone. "It is time for dinner, so stop fighting or no dessert!"
"... when did Soul get the food?" asked Danny and his big sis. Maka and Soul only looked to the two and shook their heads.
*Five Months Earlier*
"I think," said Medusa slowly, "it's time for us to turn our eyes back to good old #4."
William laughed once, sharply, nearly like a seal's mocking bark. He then looked at the surveillance screen and tapped it. "You really think so, dearest?" Will's voice held some malice, but mostly it was sheer resentment for the being displayed on the monitor.
Medusa pecked him on the cheek and nodded. "Yes. I believe she's healed sufficiently from our latest experiments. She regarded him from the corner of her eye. "Wouldn't you say her endurance is remarkable?"
"Nothing short of amazing," he remarked dryly, but couldn't help but add: "For a human." He then looked back at the witch with unmasked curiosity. "What is it you find about humans so fascinating anyway?" Funny, how he didn't consider himself human anymore.
"Oh, Will, You're so cute when you ask like that," said Medusa regally. "Well, as a Witch and a scientist, I'm a student of all sciences and biologies. Still, humans do... have a certain allure for me you could say. They rarely do give up or give in to the tortures forced upon them."
She had sent so many frail humans into the underground courses of her compound, winding mazes with no discernible end. If the subject stopped for too long in one spot, the magic would shock their wits until they started moving again. The rule also applied if they went down the wrong corridor of the maze or tried to escape.
But there were a few exceptions that had to press on, ever so adamant in their resolve to escape the brutality. For those escapees a few years back had to be found, and that issue was yet to fix itself.
Medusa leaned back in her chair and thought about the Weapons her little nephew had liberated. She would come for the three of those rebellious mutts soon, but for now they still were safe. If her calculations were correct, her sister's son would soon lose his ability to cast Soul Protect, and the wavelength of his Dual Soul would eventually destabilize. Yes, the results would be fascinating to watch unfold, she was sure of it. Which was why when it happened, Medusa had to obtain front row seats to the event.
However, the witch still frowned upon thinking of the group she now had under her manicured thumbs. Number Four was unstable mentally, even before the experiments and implantation of the second soul. She suspected it had something to do with her friend in whom she placed the snake, but the witch couldn't be completely sure of that. Often the girl was found sitting in a corner of her bed, rocking and muttering to herself, even getting angry and yelling insults and threats to be quiet. Why, this week alone she'd lost a few lackeys trying to extract another sample of the girl's peculiar blood. Medusa disliked problems, and that specific one needed to be fixed very soon, along with the one related to a newer trouble-making captive.
Yes, prisoner number four and prisoners six and seven had to be disciplined for being naughty, ungrateful children.
She spread out their files on the desk before her and did the witch version of eeny-meeny-miny moe to pick out who would go first. Medusa's index finger landed on prisoner seven, and she grinned. It didn't really matter who was going first, but she hadn't visited seven in person for a long while, not after she massacred her family and stole the child away.
Correction, the child and her Weapon. Six had tried to fight down to her last breaths, but her Meister talked of strategic retreat, since the Witch was too strong. Once in her custody, Six didn't put up much of a fight without Seven, and without Six, Seven had no chance of ever escaping. So it was win-win in the Witch's eyes.
She put on her hood and gave William another kiss on the cheek right before she left to visit seven. "I almost can't wait," she told herself.
But to Medusa's shock, the girl called Shadow was nowhere to be found.
Peeking her petite face around the corner, the distressed raccoon witch watched Medusa slam the door and slither away. Her tail twitched in guilt for releasing the Meister from Medusa's grip. Heaven help four and seven from her wrath, thought Amaya as she hastily exited the corridor and retreated to a safe distance from the woman who also held her as captive.
Prisoner number four dwelled in darkness. Darkness of the room, of the soul.
Once upon a time, there had been light, but that was a very long time ago, and she wasn't sure she could recall what it felt like to be happy. Always, there was that voice calling her to action, but to tell the truth, she was tired of it all. However, buried deep deep within was knowledge of a period in time where she was so much more than the state she was now. Much much more.
Concentrate, said the voice. You can still summon the magic. Your body may be human now, but your soul is the same.
"Soul?" The name, that name…it brought back fondness for her, as well as other things. Yet that other name suddenly came to the front again, and at first her happiness glowed just as with the first, but then her mind sank into melancholy again. A choked sob was lost in the dark.
Now there was no light, but only fire; fire burned in the pit of her stomach, behind her eyes, in her mind. A fire—a sad, defeated fire of gloaming despair continued to consume her soul in flames.
Concentrate. I can't sense the gorgon lady anymore. You must go NOW.
It was annoying her, the voice. Always ordering, calling to action. Last time, it had made her look like a fool. Perhaps it was the damp coolness of the cell that caused her to feel so strange at the moment. That was it; she felt only the slightest tingling in her hands. It spread to her fingers and crackled near her fingertips, where, unknown to her, a faint glow of red winked into existence for a moment.
But then it disappeared, as well as her hopes of peace, because the door opened ever so slightly to reveal the director of her torture.
*Present Day, Class Crescent Moon*
"So, where's Marty?" asked a timid voice from beside the Demon Twin Blade. Hannah flinched; she didn't know how to explain this.
"Uh," she said, addressing her new friend and fellow Weapon, Minnora. "Well~,"
Wide and innocent green eyes blinked in confusion to the younger girl's hesitation. "You don't know?"
Hannah suddenly found her thick blonde ponytail to be a very interesting subject. She twirled it around and around one of her index fingers and looked away, almost guilty. "When he heard that physicals were today…."
"Oh?" Minnora wondered why he would not want to be here for that. Their class was being called out for them row by row, and right before them Maka, Kid, and their friends had left since they were in the row before them.
"He hates needles," lied Hannah. She was the only one in the school who knew why he avoided needles at all costs, especially those that drew blood.
Often, if shot records were not up to date, the students would have to be immunized by the school nurse. Or, in this case, Professor Stein. In his place, as a substitute to watch over his class was his son, Samuel. At the time, he was leaning back in his father's chair and looking through the latest issue of Game Informer magazine.
"Makes sense," remarked Erik from next to his partner. "Yeah, they don't really bother me."
"That's you, Erik," said Hannah, frowning. Erik and Hannah locked two sets of icy blue stares at one another. "Not everyone likes needles."
"….uhm…" Nervous, Minnora tugged on her dark bangs; she didn't like conflict between friends.
"It's not like he's hiding anything," added Hannah, more than just defensive of her Meister.
"Never said he was," countered Erik. "I just thought it a bit strange considering the crazy missions you guys take up."
An all too familiar yell snapped the overall silence like cheap plywood lawn-chair under an overweight man. Another loud shout from down the corridor stirred the classes even more. Worried glances and murmurs of "what the hell?" filled up the room. Some people from the first rows decided on checking out the noise, making their way hesitantly to the door. Erik remained seated, not in the least bit interested. He looked out of the windows, deep in thought.
Again, one of the voices rang out, louder and clearer than before.
"YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE, PAPA STEIN!"
Everyone flinched and gave a disdainful-but-hopeful look to the doorway.
Sam looked up from his magazine for the first time since the period started. "Great," he muttered, "her again." He looked to the class, which had miraculously emptied itself in under a minute. Four students remained seated, at least. "I guess I'll go check it out," he said to no one in particular. In a few seconds he was out the door.
Minnora and the others watched him leave.
"Do you think,' Hannah said, her London Accent flowing over the syllables, "that we should follow him?"
"Whatever," said Erik. He closed his eyes and settled into the chair comfortably, cracking his spine a little. "You two can do what you want, but I'll stay here."
Hannah didn't have to hear that twice to know that Minnora was free to go with her. She snatched up the older girl's hand without a second thought and went outside to the commotion of the hallway. "Come on, Minnie!" she said, being careful not to spin around too fast to look at the one known infamously as "The Beautiful Blade." Keeping up with her friend, Minnora didn't look as alarmed as usual, but had a small nervous smile as they flew down the hallway to where the action was.
It was a clear day in Death City: No clouds, plenty of sun, cool calming breeze, and about two bleachers full of students gathered to watch a fight go down. In the middle of it all our two heroine cousins stood staring at each other. Delinquents eventually get caught, as Sarah was soon to realize. Trapped by the crowd of people who had come to see the chaos erupting outside, she skidded to a complete stop on the stony open area she had battled Kid and Black*Star not too long ago. Right behind her was Maka, Professor Stein, and a shirtless Soul, who chased her the second she escaped the booster shot Stein had tried to administer.
"You're being stupid again, Sarah!" said Maka, who, frankly, was losing her patience with her cousin very quickly this morning.
Sarah backed away, the crowd becoming denser behind her as they spoke. "Well, maybe you're being too brainy again, Maka!" she said, which induced an eye roll from nearly half the audience. To mot of them, her fear seemed so childish that the point of arguing was moot.
"Do we have to do this the hard way?" warned Stein, who was sitting in one of his many rolling chairs, holding a syringe in one hand while he twisted the bolt in his head with the other.
"….."
"I'm afraid we just might," muttered Soul. He transformed, Maka catching him and holding him up to point at the rebel.
"You're getting the shot, and that is final, Missy!" announced Maka over the growing din from the students looking on.
"Geez," said Soul. "Sound any more matronly, Maka, and we should start calling you 'Mummy', eh?"
"Oh, quiet Soul," Maka hissed before lunging at her cousin. The other girl sashayed out of the way. Maka tried again, and Sarah used the same simple tactic to move. Next Maka swiped at her with the scythe, and Sarah bent over backwards to duck, then twisted around to swat Maka's legs from under her. It didn't work, however, and it only succeeded in annoying Maka.
"Stay still!" yelled the older cousin.
"Make me, Maka-chan," challenged the younger. To that Maka frowned again; Sarah was notoriously lazy, but if she was set on something, making her do otherwise was hard.
"Now, Sarah,"said Stein, interrupting from the sidelines. "Papa says you need your shots." He held up the syringe, and the entire crowd shivered involuntarily.
"I'm sorry Papa Stein," replied Sarah a little too sweetly, "but no can do."
While she was distracted, Maka grabbed Sarah around the waist so Stein could administer the shot.
"Gotcha," Soul said.
"Hya!" Sarah struggled quite a bit before slipping from her cousin's grasp, and twirling so that she was now behind Maka. Said Meister swung again, but missed because the girl had sidestepped and caught the blade by the handle. There was a small crackle as a light blue wavelength spread across the weapon.
"Urk!" A jolt of pain jarred Soul, leaving him panting.
"Sorry, Soul!" she yelled, standing a bit farther from them now, not sounding at the least sorry.
"I'll get you for that, twerp," he promised her, in between breaths.
"That's got to hurt, eh, Minnie?" said Hannah, nudging her friend in the ribs.
"Uh, yeah, it probably did," said Minnora softly. Something about that wavelength was familiar, but what? She could recall a faint after-image of a memory but nothing more before it faded to whiteness then redness then blackness.
"Hey! I am NOT a twerp," Sarah shouted above the crowd's noise.
This was their chance.
That's it, thought Maka, play on her pride.
"Prove it," she challenged, throwing in a little, roguish smirk.
The wavelength came at her so fast it was too late to move, but luckily Maka caught the fist by the wrist before it could connect. KABOOM! It (the wavelength) exploded, pushing the girls apart.
When the dust cleared, a single person stood in between them. She was dressed in black skinny jeans, red t-shirt, and a striped red and black hoodie was tied around her waist. Her long ponytail was a mix of coffee and honey, and as it swayed in the breeze she looked down at Sarah, whom of which had landed on her butt.
"Who? Huh?" said Sarah under her breath.
"Enough. This is pointless, people,"announced the new girl to the crowd, rolling her eyes as she did.
"Shadow?" asked Soul. "What're you doing?"
Those steely periwinkle eyes said nothing, when, without warning, chopped Sarah. It was only an instant later she fell to the ground, knocked out.
"AND 3, 2, 1, she is out cold!" yelled Hannah, uncharacteristically pumping her fist in the air. Meanwhile, the spectators were dissipating an an exponential rate.
Stein walked over and bent down near the unconscious girl."Finally. All that trouble for one little shot." He shook his head disapprovingly and gave her the injection.
"Thanks, Shadow, we owe you one," said Maka, smiling. Soul transformed, a lopsided grin on his face. He and Shadow exchanged a fist-bump between buddies.
Her eyes noticed his lack of a shirt, then looked away, blushing. "N-no problem."
"Are you okay?" he asked, wondering what her reaction was about.
"Fine, just fine!"Shadow insisted, laughing, her face fading back to its pale color.
On the floor, Sarah's arm twitched. Everyone froze, staring at her on the floor as if they were playing a video-game, and the Boss had appeared to be defeated, when in actuality it was just the First Stage.
"Oh, no, is she going to wake up?" asked Maka, an irritated sweat-drop forming on her brow.
Shadow shrugged it off. "She shouldn't be able to, at least for half an hour."
"Then why—," began Soul.
And that was when Sarah's eyes snapped open, tinted a solid mauve.
"Stupid," she muttered quietly.
Daniel was sitting on a medical cot, swinging his feet freely from the edge, playing with his toes. He didn't have a shirt on, and on his left arm was a small beige bandage. The nurse was just about to give him his lollipop for being so good during the shot, but he suddenly gasped. His eyes were two wide pools of fear as a shock went through his soul.
"Something's wrong," he muttered darkly, jumping off the cot.
"What?" yelled the nurse as the boy sprint past her, out of the infirmary. "Danny, come back!" He was already out the door, and she was left standing in the doorway, lollipop still in hand. "You've got to ..." her voice dropped off into a mumble, "finish your exam."
"Ane-chan!" he screamed, running down the hallway, vibrant orange hair blown back. He wasn't watching where he was going, though, and slammed into someone.
A very tall someone.
A very tall someone that happened to be Erik.
"Woah, slow down kiddo," he said, taking in the boy's appearance."Where are you off to?"
"My Ane, my big sister, the bad lady's controlling her again."
This doesn't sound good, thought Erik, raising an eyebrow. "Bad lady?" he asked the youngster. Daniel seemed seriously spooked.
"She lives…in her soul," said the little scythe, shivering as he did.
"Lives in—?" said Erik, deciding that it definitely sounded terrible. "Look, I'm sure your, uh, 'Ane' is just fine." The older boy forced a grin to cheer Daniel up. "What's this bad lady's name, anyway?"
Daniel looked away, as if just by saying the name something bad would happen.
"Kikami," whispered, sprinting away again. Erik could only watch as the boy fed from view. It was impossible.
No way, he thought.
Really, from Sam's point of view this was getting ridiculous. He had used this as an excuse to leave the class (what was left of it anyway) alone? Sam watched the whole ordeal with his adopted sister go down, and frankly he wasn't impressed. At all. The only thing that intrigued him was what happened when she had been knocked out.
Sam looked to his father and stated: "Her wavelength's changed."
Stein leaned back in his chair and grinned. He already had sensed it as well.
Both steins watched as Sarah slowly climbed to her feet and smiled, her eyes were wide and distant, but clearly were a shade of dark purple.
"What?" said Shadow, incredulous. There were few people who could rise like that after one of her Sleeper Chops.
Maka pointed to what appeared to be her cousin and frowned.
"Who are you?" She was staring directly into her soul now. "You're not Sarah."
"Technically yes, but also not exactly," replied Kikami. She flexed her arms and stretched. "Too bad it's only temporary." A small giggle bubbled from Sarah's mouth. "And first on my list on things to do—,"
In an instant she had latched herself onto Soul, who tried to wiggle free but couldn't.
"GAH!" he yelled. "Somebody call the cops!"
Kikami continued to hug him. "All that time locked up and the thing I wanted to do most was this!"
Shadow's eyes narrowed. She didn't like where this was going at all.
"He's just sooooo adorable!" cooed Kikami, laughing as she did.
One second more and Shadow would have drop-kicked her for hugging Soul, but luckily Kikami released the Weapon and turned to the rest of them.
"Now then, what to do with you all?" she asked, looking for an opponent to fight.
"Wait," said Soul. "What do you mean?"
She didn't have time to answer the question, however. Her face suddenly twisted into an ill frown.
"Suddenly," said Kikami softly, her knees wobbling. "I don't feel so well."
Stein broke into roaring laughter, spinning around in his rolling chair once before stopping abruptly."I guess her body's reacting to the shot now," he said rather loudly. "For not having immunizations for so long I'm not surprised—,"
Again, the girl became unconscious and fell to the ground.
"She would run a fever."
Everyone sighed and rolled their eyes.
...
Okay, newest chapter has been finished, but chapter two onward need to be revised, as I've said in chapter one. I'll have a little note at the beginning of them to make sure you guys know I've finished "de-suing" them. Ok? This one didn't seem as bad, actually, and the character development for several OCs are going to pick up very soon. I mean, most of the main characters have been developed in the main series, so why do that over unless you change their backstory? Actually, I've changed the backstories of Soul, Wes, Patty, Liz, Medusa, Arachnae, Giriko, and even Lord Death.
Please don't hate me for it!
Anyway, expect weird things, including someone being a half-warlock, and a vampire, and even two new witches that I've mentioned earlier that play a big role in the story and sequel. Bet you can't guess who's going to defeat the Kishin! Hint: It isn't Sarah and it isn't Maka.
Ending Theme 2- SNOW KISS by Nirgilis
-Me o tojite naito gurowin-
Zoom out slowly to see:
Soul is in the middle of the frame, Kid is on the left, Erik is on the right.
All are wearing top-hats and suits and smiling sadly.
-Yobiokosu ano kioku-
Pan left to see:
Most of cast is sitting on the roof of the school at night.
Wind blows their hair back, as the moon shines on the left.
-musical interlude-
Pan down to see:
Field of snow.
Back view of Maka and Sarah standing side by side, holding hands, and wearing white robes.
Snow is falling all around them.
Close up on their hands.
-Kogoeru kuchibiru kande-
Show shot of a field of white flowers.
One by one, each fades into view:
Daniel in Weapon-form is held by Maka, slung across her shoulders.
-Futari kata o yoseau-
Soul in Weapon-form is held by Sarah, staked into the ground.
-Saigo ni kimi o mita hi o-
Black*Star holds Tsubaki in Enchanted Sword mode.
-Kioku no soko ni kakushita-
Kid Holds Patty and Liz in Weapon-form.
-Mizuumi no ue-
Pan up to see:
Menacing still shots of Medusa, Arachnae.
-aruita ano Wonderful view-
(still panning up)
Still shots of Handel, his weapons, and Erik and Minnora.
-snow kiss-
Pan up to see:
Still shot of Shadow wielding Kori.
-Kono mama kimi to good-bye nante-
(still panning up)
Still shot of Marty wielding Hannah,
-Iwanaide-
(still panning up)
Zelda on her broom at the top of the frame.
-Aitai-
Slowly pan out from middle to see:
Sarah in the middle of the frame, dressed in an a long, all black dress, with a white sash around the middle of her waist.
-Kimochi to ka torenai kizuato-
Keep panning out until the song ends.
-Kesanaide Kesanaide…-