When Devereaux woke up three days later Maka was asleep in chair across from, he looked around slowly, and then he clutched his stomach as a wave nausea passed over him. As the initial nausea subsided he walked over to where Maka was and shook her shoulder a little bit, when she saw Devereaux he didn't really register in her mind, but when he did she wrapped her arm around him.
"How long was I out for because I'm hungry," Devereaux laughed before getting serious "and do you have the book on your person?"
Maka nodded before handing him the book, and as he opened the book she told him about three about three days ago.
"Devereaux I was able to read the cover of the book even though I've never seen the language." Maka told him
"As I expected our souls match to where I'm involuntarily activating something called the bleeding affect, and it allows me to share abilities to my partner." Devereaux told her "That's why you learned the title, and as we continue to work and fight together the bleeding affect will share with you more of my abilities."
Maka nodded as Devereaux continued, but not before throwing up into the trashcan beside him.
"Yeah, I'll have to keep a trashcan and a pillow with me at all time for a few more hours because a five ringer like is close to impossible for me to power up in the speed I did, and it drained my completely." Devereaux told her
"I'll keep the pillow on me if you promise to keep the throw up away from me." Maka told him
"Okay I'll try my best." Devereaux told her
He was about to say something else when he suddenly passed out and fell on Maka.
"Well I guess my breasts are going to be his pillow for awhile." Maka told herself
As soon as she said that Devereaux woke up and looked at her.
"Sorry about that." Devereaux told her
"Don't worry I know it wasn't your fault." Maka replied
Devereaux nodded his head before Soul and the brunette walked into the room.
"Thanks, but I never got your name." Maka told the brunette
"Oh yeah, my name is Hellen, and Soul's told me a lot about you." Hellen told her
Maka looked over at Soul and Devereaux where they talking in a hushed voice, even though she was curious about what they were talking about she forced her to refocus on Hellen.
"So what brought you to Death City?" Maka asked Hellen
"Just when I learned that I was a mister I came straight here, and when I was a lot lost Soul helped me find my way around this place." Hellen replied "What bout' you and Devereaux, how did you two meet?"
"The truth is that when we started dating we barely knew each other, but he protected me from Medusa and he was punch through the stomach because I was in shock that Medusa was alive." Maka replied
"When you love someone you'd die for them, just like Devereaux has shown apparently, and I'm guessing that's your dad." Hellen told Maka while pointing behind her
Maka turned around to find Spirit talking to Devereaux, she was a little worried at first because of both of the guy's serious expression, but then they busted out laughing and when Devereaux threw up Spirit busted out laughing. In end Maka relaxed when she saw that the two of them were just having a good time.
"I'm surprised that my father wasn't threatening him." Maka told Hellen before walking over to the two guys
"I see you two are having fun." Maka told them directing it more to Devereaux
"Yeah, I like this guy Maka." Spirit told her even though she gave him the cold shoulder
Devereaux got up took Maka's shoulders and hugged her tightly, she heard him start to babble in his native tongue, and she understood enough to be able to get his point.
"I know Devereaux, but you don't have to worry 'bout me." Maka replied
"I'm not really worried about you, but I am worried what will happen if Medusa manages to get me angry enough to pull the kishin out of me." Devereaux replied
The second he said the word kishin the room fell deathly quiet as Death floated up to Devereaux with a stern look on his face.
"What were you saying about the kishin?" Shinigami asked him
Devereaux over the next hour recollected the events as best he could while he vomited three times and passed against Maka shortly and by the time everyone's expression was of pure shock. Devereaux and Maka were looking directly at each as the book flew into Devereaux hand; he flipped it open to a page with a single symbol and started to speak in a quick but fluent voice. Soon a mirror appeared across one of the walls, the image rippled and changed from reflecting the image of everyone in the room to an image of a devastated landscape, and Maka could only move quick enough to catch Devereaux as fell to his knees. Maka felt him shudder from what she thought was sadness until she barely had enough to move out of the way when winds erupted from Devereaux's fist obliterating the mirror, Maka felt him finally shed what she knew to be his tears ever, but even he started to actually cry it all stopped.
"I'm going to go Salem on this bitch." Devereaux hissed
Maka gripped his shoulder as a deep growl issued itself from his throat, and as he stood she followed him. Devereaux turned towards everyone and they had their eyes trained on him, when he slammed his fist into the making a small crater everyone jumped, but soon he calmed down enough to where he could think straight.
"What you all just saw was what was left of my hometown, ever since Medusa destroyed it no one ever set foot in it, I know this land this is where we will find her when he jump the portal when I acquire the ability to summon the necessary amount of power that I need." Devereaux told them
"How many Evil Spirits do you have?" Shimigami asked him
"99 Evil Spirits and a witch soul." Devereaux replied
"Are you telling us you could become a Death Scythe at anytime?" BlackStar asked him
"Yeah, but all my meisters from before have died before when they were trying to reach the second ring of wind." Devereaux replied while holding up the book "This book holds detailed accounts of how I am able to become a Death Scythe only when my partner and I are in sync in every way."
"We are going to train 'till we get there." Maka told him
"There's more to it than physical sync, there's mental, emotional, and something else." Devereaux replied
Maka nodded before pulling Devereaux out of the room and down the hallway, when they got out of the DWMA they when went straight to realtors, and when they got inside a woman instantly greeted them happily.
"Hello my name is Hecta, and how may I help you?" The woman asked them
"Hello we were wondering if you had a one bedroom apartment with a dojo or something that we could train in?" Maka asked her
"We should have one in reasonable condition." Hecta told them while going through the listings "Here we are one bedroom apartment, with a kitchen, bathroom, family room, and a dojo; and it's only 500 hundred dollars a month."
"That sounds reasonable, what do you think Maka?" Devereaux asked her
"The price sounds reasonable, but I'm worried about the distance from the center of town." Maka replied
"It's about a 10 minute walk, so I would say it's not too bad." Hecta told them
After Devereaux and Maka discussed this in a hushed voice before Maka replied. "Okay we'll take it."
Hecta handed them the key to their apartment and they quickly left to get to their apartment, when they got there Maka told Devereaux that their room was on the fifth floor, and when they got to their door Maka quickly unlocked it. When they looked inside Maka was surprised by how furnished the apartment was since it was only 500 dollars a month, she walked around the living room while Devereaux explored the dojo, and when Maka saw all the equipment she gasped. After awhile she noticed that Devereaux wasn't anywhere around, she called his name, and when she followed his voice Maka saw Devereaux up in the rafters.
"How did you get up there?" Maka asked him
"I move with the wind you must've felt it when I was in my weapon form." Devereaux replied as he appeared by her
"We should probably start training." Maka replied
Devereaux nodded before turning into his weapon form in Maka's hands, as they started training Maka could actually feel the bleeding affect started to work, and Devereaux's language started to open up to her as symbols came together to make words and the words came together to make sentences.