A/N: Dark: Enjoy this, bastards
Light: Dark! Our readers are very important!
Dark: Screw the re-!
Maka: Maka chop!
Dark: Ow…
Both: Standard disclaimer applies. R&R
"Are we gonna bring him in our house?" Maka whispered to Soul.
"Hell no!" Soul replied. "Let's just rent a cheap motel room and sneak him through the back window."
"Okay, but you're doing it," said Maka.
"What? Why?" Soul asked, taking his hands out of his pockets in shock.
"I don't wanna look like a hooker!"
"What if I look like one?!" Soul retorted.
"A male one…?"
"Yes…!"
As the two continued to argue, Miles smiled. I used to be like that with Ransu…
"I'll do it," Miles said. Maka and Soul ceased their bickering and turned around with a sweat drop. With spearheads coming from his spine, chains at his ankles, and nails over a foot long, Miles would attract… "unwanted attention."
"Iya (No)…I guess I'll do it…" said Soul. They walked on until they found a motel. Maka and Miles went around the back. Soul went inside and asked for a room with a window. Soul took the room key and headed towards "13."
Soul opened the window and looked both ways, "Oi, Maka!" he hissed. Maka climbed through the window. Miles followed suit. Or…tried to anyway. He wouldn't fit through the window.
"Maybe if you didn't curl up in a ball, you'd fit!" Soul shouted.
"Gomen…" said Miles. (Sorry.) Maka and Soul pulled the Kishin egg with all there might. Maka accidently injured her hand on one of Miles' nails.
"Ahh! It broke!" Maka exclaimed. She placed her bleeding finger in her mouth.
"You okay, Maka?" Soul asked. Maka nodded.
"Don't curl up, you say…?" Miles said. Soul sweat dropped. "You're barely reacting now…?!" Miles straightened his back. He immediately crashed into Soul since Soul's relentless pulling no longer held any resistance.
"Now…" said Soul, "wanna tell what your deal is?"
XxX
"I see…" Maka said. Soul nodded in agreement with a somber look in his eyes.
Miles fidgeted nervously in the back seat of the teacher's car. Today he would be meeting his meister. When he had found out that Demon Weapon blood ran through his veins, he had thought, "Am I a monster…?" Then Shinigami-sama had taken him to Death City, and there he trained.
"We're here, Mr. Green," said the driver. Miles grinned like a fool from ear. Finally, at age twelve, he would do all the things he had learned: hunt Kishin eggs—humans that had strayed from the human.
Inside, there were three rooms. "Pick one," a teacher said. "The room you choose will be where you meet you meister."
Miles chose the most middle room. Inside, it was a blank on ever wall. The only thing that decorated the room was another door and blurred black and white pictures.
"Pick one. The room you choose will be where you meet you meister," said another teacher said through the walls.
The door opened, revealing a young girl. She had bright, blue eyes and brown hair held up in a low ponytail. Miles gapped. That girl was his new meister.
Miles' orange eyes met blue. He sheepishly placed a hand on his pale, black hair. The girl stuck out her hand out. "I'm Ransu!" she said happily. "Ransu Yana."
Miles took her hand and shook it hesitantly. "I'm not gonna bite you!" Ransu said. Miles smiled and shook her hand firmly. "I'm Miles Green!"
XxX
Ransu lunged Miles' spear form at the Kishin egg. Miles transformed back into his human form and grabbed the red, scaly soul.
"Itadikimasu!" Miles said. (Thank you for the meal.)
Ransu laughed, "Still as polite as ever, huh, Miles?"
"Hai."
(Yes)
Miles placed the soul in his mouth and swallowed.
"That's the 98th soul," Ransu said.
"Um…yeah, about that…"
"What?" Ransu replied with a worried expression.
"I wanted to save this until after I became Death Scythe, but…I wanna tell you something…I-I-I-I l-lo-ov-ve y—."
Ransu cut him off with a kiss against his lips. "Me too."
XxX
It had been a year since Miles' "confession." They had taken a leave of absence from their school. They needed a break from all the bloodshed. After all, they were both twenty-four.
"Hey, Miles…" Ransu said.
"Yeah?"
"…I…I…I'm pregnant…"
Miles did not respond.
"Miles…?"
Miles broke into a foolish grin like the day he met his meister.
XxX
Miles entered his home. Ransu was at the nine month mark. "Ransu, I'm back from Shibusen! Shinigami-sama just wanted to congratulate us on the—Ransu?"
His entire house was destroyed. Any valuables they had were smashed, and midst all the smashed debri, Ransu and here swelling stomach lay in a puddle of their own blood.
"No…NO!"
A/N: Dark: Yeah, that was nice. Real fun to write.
Light: Whatever floats your boat, Dark…
Both: Yonde kurete arigato! (Thanks for reading!)