Disclaimer: Soul Eater isn't mine, but I lay full claim to the OC witch who appears.
Prompt #14: Grigori - It was like painting a giant target on her back.
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Soul cursed as he and Maka were thrown against the wall. He barely heard Maka asking if he was okay. He felt battered and utterly exhausted from resonating so long, but he forced himself to stay strong and keep playing his soul's piano.
The witch they were fighting, a green-haired buxom woman named Allavalia, was a dangerous rogue who enjoyed manipulating and warping souls into dark and twisted things, and she was an avid collector of what she played with. Too dangerous for the Witches' Mass to send one of their own to take care of her, Mabaa had made a special contract negotiation with Shibusen for this witch to be hunted down.
"Is this the best of Shibusen?" she cackled as she summoned more imp-like creatures wreathed in emerald fire, her hands and arms spread wide in challenge. "I would think a Deathscythe would pack more of a punch." When her magically-glowing eyes landed on Maka, a smile bloomed across Allavalia's face and widened manically.
Shit, thought Soul. He recognized greed when he saw it. She'd seen Maka's Grigori soul, and she wanted it.
But he was a Deathscythe, and though Allavalia was strong, even she couldn't bust through Arachne's magical defenses in one go. The Spider Queen's web was the only thing protecting Maka's soul at this point, and the only thing keeping it strong was Soul's music. All his focus was on his melody, trying to keep the music flowing and the Soul Resonance at optimum output.
Maka went in for another attack, but Allavalia countered by sending her fireball imps hurtling towards them like evil comets. Maka sliced through them cleanly and leapt high, trying to gain height and momentum to swing Soul down to perform Witch Hunter.
But then Allavalia jumped up, right in Maka's face and too far inside Soul's reach for him to catch her, and knocked the scythe from Maka's hands. The piano cut out, the web shattered, and Soul plummeted to the ground. He changed back to his human form and twisted in midair to see the green-clad witch grab Maka's neck and start chanting. He saw her green magic flare around her hand and form an aura around Maka. He heard Maka scream.
Calling up every memory of his experiences flying, Soul slammed his hand down on his soul's piano to release a dark, jangling chord. He wasn't capable of fighting as a solo weapon, but he'd learned how to compensate for the rare occasion he was taken from Maka. Long training sessions with Stein and sparring with Black*Star had given Soul an idea how he could manipulate his own wavelength like they did.
From his back spouted the spiky feathered wings he usually gained while flying with Maka, enormous and tinted with black and red. A powerful downward sweep of them halted his descent towards the ground; another downbeat propelled Soul up like a falcon. His one arm transformed into his scythe blade as the wings disappeared, the energy transferring to his blade and honing the edge to razor sharpness. Allavalia never had time to scream when her body was cleanly sliced in half.
Maka barely had time to regain her breath before Soul's arms reached out and pulled her close to his body, turning so that he would cushion her fall. "Maka, Soul Resonance now!"
She didn't stop to question. Their souls resonated with practiced speed, but this time it was Soul designating the form manipulation, not Maka. She couldn't help gasping when their angel wings unfurled from his back, flapping to carry them away from Allavalia as her severed body exploded like a bomb. "What the - " she gasped, clutching at Soul's black jacket and staring at the blue-tinted white wings. "Those - they were black and red before - what - how did - what did you - "
Soul grinned at her impishly. "You're not the only one coming up with new stuff, Maka."
"But you're flying," she insisted. "You can't fly, not without me. And not in human form."
"Been training with Stein. Made damn certain that if we get separated, I can save you."
Her cheeks flushed as her fists clenched at her sides. "I don't need you protecting me!" she yelled.
"Didn't you see Allavalia salivating over your Grigori soul? And she just wanted to play around with it. Other people are trying to kill you!" Soul grabbed her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. "I'm not gonna let them. You're my angel."
Their feet touched dirt at that moment, so Soul ended the Resonance Link and let his wings dissolve into energy. The light was enough for him to check his meister for any injury. "Okay, you don't look hurt. We should still get Stein to take a look at you." Taking her hand, he tugged her in the direction of his motorcycle. "Let's go home."
"Soul?" The white-haired boy glanced back at Maka. She had an odd, almost awestruck look in her eye. "Did you...really mean that? I'm your angel?"
Oh yeah, I actually did say that uncool thing. Fighting to control his blush, Soul nodded.
Maka smiled. "My guardian angel."
Soul scoffed. "I'm a Demon Weapon, Maka. I'm selfish and greedy. I won't let demons or witches or evil humans take you away from me, ever. If I have to steal your wings to save you again, I won't think twice."
For clarification, Allavalia is the witch's name from my first Soul Eater fic, Maka's Dark Soul Problem.
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