Maka and Soul were panting by the time they had gotten out of view of the temple, shoes smoking as they ran like The Flash, whizzing past couples and kids, not stopping until they were safe within the town.
"What…" Soul panted, "was he?!" Maka wiped sweat from her brow, fixing her pigtails, which had come loose.
"It had to be a kishin," she said with a gulp. But why would a kishin be here of all places? she thought, standing to her full height. Her back cracked as she did so, groaning as Soul did the same. A light breeze whistled by, ruffling his white hair, tugging at the hem of her black trench coat.
"A kishin?" Soul asked, "really?"
"Think about it," Maka said, "if he wasn't a kishin, he would have to be a weapon, but there was no sign of a keister in sight of that place."
"Yeah, but he just could have not found a keister yet is all," Soul said, scanning the crowds of people walking by, "we should probably get going. We might miss the bus." Sighing, mama followed Soul as he strode down the sidewalk, letting his red eyes flit around somewhat nervously.
"But what weapon would have powers like that?" Maka went on as they turned a corner.
"A designer type?" Soul guessed with a laugh. Maka rolled her eyes. There was no such thing as 'designer weapons' as far as she knew. And she was pretty sure Soul knew that too. He was probably just playing with her, was all.
"That isn't possible, you know that," Maka said quickly. The two watched as teenagers wearing matching uniforms crossed the street or ducked into stores. A few sat on a bench, feeding ducks by a pond.
"Why do you think they all wear the same thing?" Soul said suddenly.
Maka shrugged, "school uniform?"
"i guess we're lucky then, huh?" he joked, nudging her playfully.
"Why does it matter?" Maka asked as they crossed the street. Soul shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets, answering, "I dunno. Just a thought I guess." Maka smiled. He always was like that, changing the subject when things got a bit awkward.
"Yeah," she said, "I mean, imagine Black Star having to wear the same thing for school everyday?" She laughed at the image, the spiky haired kid having a tantrum about how uncool it probably would have looked.
"Do you think it goes to our school?" Soul asked.
"Why do you ask that?" Maka said, a bit shocked by the mere suggestion. Sure, the thing they had seen looked to be a teenager, but was it really a weapon? Soul might be right, she thought nervously, although it might be a meister…
"We should go back to DWMA," se said demandingly, "we'll tell Lord Death about it first."