'Ello everyone, it's nice to meet you again. Here it is the fifth chapter. I hope you enjoy and don't forget to review. I'll see you soon.
Soul didn't hesitate. He ran in the direction of the scream, his only thought being that he left Maka alone with his bastard of a brother, Wes.
Soul's thoughts: Damn you Wes, if Maka is hurt I swear I'll…You'll do what exactly my dear Soul?
Soul skid to a stop, his breath coming out tired puffs. He looked around him for the owner of the one who spoke to him.
Soul's thoughts: I know I've heard that voice before, but from where...Oh how cruel. It's so uncool of you to forget a friend, the voice said hurt.
"It's you!" Soul said out loud. He looked around himself noticing the stares of the others around him. Embarrassed he sped walked away stopping in a nearby ally. He leaned against the wall, one foot propped up against it.
He closed his eyes concentrating to get the depths of his conscious. His mind was a dark void save for the bright room. A small dark figure stood in the doorway; his arms in an awkward position that looked as though it were dancing.
"Come on Soul, come into the room" the figured asked.
Soul crossed his arms as he floated in the darkness. "No, don't want to. I don't need your madness right now" Soul told the figure, his voice echoing through the dark.
"But I want to hear you play" the figure pleaded. "Please play a song for me".
Soul refused again saying, "I'm leaving. Maka is in trouble and I can't spend my time talking with you, demon". With that Soul opened his eyes leaving the darkness and the giggling demon in the Black Room's doorway. Soul was about to get off the wall and continue his way to Maka when the demon gave Soul one last message, "But you will come my dear Soul".
Soul shook his head to clear away the demon's ominous words as they echoed through his mind. Once his head was clear, Soul continued his way to Maka, running faster than before for the fear that Maka might be hurt. With that thought, images of Maka's blood ran through Soul's mind making him pick up speed.
Wes smoothly slid the bloodied blade out of Maka. By now all of the citizens on the street had ran away in a panic. They were used to seeing kids transform into a weapons before but it was Maka's scream that made them realize that this wasn't one the students from the DWMA and the fact that she gave them the signal to run.
Maka doubled over, falling to the ground, her hand over the wound Wes had given her. Wes swung his blade easily shaking most of the blood off. The blade shrunk and began glowing as it changed back into his arm. He looked at the blood on his sleeve and then at Maka as she withered in pain on the ground. He sighed disappointed shaking his head slightly. He went over to Maka, bending down to be closer to her.
"This is really sad Maky-chan." Wes said. "You defeated a kishin in its awaked state yet, you fall to the ground when all I did was stab you." He laughed sadly resting his hand on Maka's head. "It looks like you fail my test."
Maka looked up at Wes out of the corner of her eye. Her green eyes were glazed over in pain, tears built up in the corners but they shined brightly with determination.
Wes gently took Maka's chin in his hand, lifting her face to his. He leaned over putting his mouth close to her ear and whispered ever so softly and sweetly, "Time for punishment". Wes giggled, throwing Maka down, as he felt her shiver beneath his hands. Wes closed his eyes, slightly grunting as he backed away beginning to stand. He then stopped suddenly, his eyes wide and his mouth opened a bit. Looking to his side, a dark grayish-red blade stuck out from his thigh right above his knee. Wes looked down at Maka. Her expression was different than it was before and Wes harrumphed dissatisfied.
He had been hoping to see a fear and pain covering Maka's face yet instead, even with the wound he had given her, Maka was smirking. She looked less in pain and wore more of a smug expression, like that of a person who had won a fight before it had even begun.
"I guess you aren't as hurt as I thought" Wes mused.
"That's what you get for underestimating me" Maka answered back quickly removing the blade from Wes. It shank down glowing until retuning to Maka's body. Wes hissed silently.
Standing, Wes stumbled from his new wound on his leg. At the same moment Maka began to sit up, still holding a hand over the wound Wes had given her. Ripping off part of her sleeve, Maka tightly wraps the cloth around herself. Taking a big breath Maka stands again wincing from the pain. She looks over Wes, stopping for a moment to examine the wound on Wes's leg before looking him in the eye. Wes followed Maka's gaze stopping over his wound as well. Maka gave him a skeptical look then continued staying silent.
"Aren't you going to attack me?" Wes asked after adding his own silent moment.
"Not until you stop the bleeding first" Maka answered referring to Wes's leg.
"But wouldn't that give you an advantage?"
"I rather not take this "test" with that kind of advantage" Maka answered using her fingers to put quotations around test as she said the word. "Besides that be like cheating. Unlike Soul or Black*Star, I don't take unfair advantages." Maka finished, crossing her arms waiting.
Soul was close by when he suddenly sneezed. He slowed down to wipe his nose and then continued running.
"Huh, if you say so." Wes ripped part of his sleeve, wincing at the sound, then tied the cloth around his thigh. "Now that that's taken care of" Wes began straightening up, "Come at me".
No sooner had the words left his mouth, Maka advanced at Wes. Her arm had already transformed into the grayish-red scythe blade but Wes was ready. He had also transformed his arm into his reddish-blue blade and blocked Maka's attack pushing her back. Wes quickly ran towards Maka. Pivoting his foot, Wes raised the other to kick Maka a blade coming from his calf. Maka recuperated just in time to block the deadly attack which she pushed back. Wes used that momentum to cut Maka's arm as he turned.
"Heh. Now this is more like it Maky-chan" Wes smirked the blades on his body returning.
Maka just scowled and ran towards Wes. Pushing off Maka jumped over Wes's head, her arm returning to normal as she landed. Not a second later Maka jammed her elbow into Wes's back then swept his feet from beneath him causing Wes to fall ground with a painful thump! Using Maka's moment to breathe, Wes got up enough to scramble away. His lip was busted from his fall and he stood with a hunch because of the pain in his back from Maka's last attack. Wes rubbed his back as he tried to stand again.
Not wasting the moment Maka went after Wes again however she was not expecting his quick recovery. The two clashed again and again; sometimes evenly matched but often getting an advantage over the other. After many solid minutes of nonstop attack, the two stopped. Their clothes were shredded and bloodied from the constant attacks with the scythe blades. Their bodies were covered with bruises from their hand to hand combat which the two did often during the fight.
"You're a much better opponent than I expected" Wes mocked between his breaths of air. He had looked at a scratch blow his eye that he hadn't noticed until now. He laughed looking back at Maka.
"Well I learned from the best didn't I" Maka said back. "Even if he was a prevented womanizing idiot". Wes didn't find the joke funny. He tensed up ready to attack again when he suddenly stopped. Looking quickly out of the side of his eye, Wes noticed a nearby presence.
He smirked looking back at Maka. "Nice of you to finally join us". Maka stared at Wes confused. He made a slight movement with his head motioning to the right of him. Maka followed the motion seeing what had Wes had, Soul.
Soul stood hunched over; his hands on his knees as he panted for air. Even from where Maka was standing she could see the glow of sweat that wet his face and hair. The two stared at each other with gratitude and relief for reasons of their own.
Wes allowed the two have their moment before he got Maka's attention once again. He ran at Maka yelling, "I'm your opponent! Your focus should be own ME!" He swung aiming to punch Maka's stomach. The blow landed leaving Maka breathless.
Soul stared in horror at the scene. His mind was empty except for the constant thought that Wes had just punched Maka. As that thought replayed over and over, Soul became more and more angry. He realized that the blood on dripping from Maka's torn clothes were all caused by Wes. Soul clenched his fists, a deadly glare settling on Wes who stood over Maka's collapsed body.
"What the hell Wes!" Soul screamed, rage filling his every word. "You bastard! Why did hurt Maka!?"
Wes ignored Soul's angry screams and continued string at Maka as she gasped for air. Wes waited a moment, catching his own breath. He sighed closing his eyes tired then he swung his leg back and with as much force as possible, kicked Maka in her stomach as she lay on the ground. There was a loud thump as his foot connected. Maka yelled in agony after the blow.
Soul didn't know what to do other than stare after the sudden attack. Eventually as Wes began to repeatedly kick Maka, Soul's brain started to work. His legs tensed as he prepared to run to Maka's aid. He burst from his spot when Maka's voice caused him to halt.
Maka grabbed Wes's ankle before he could get to her again. She held on to him with an iron grip, coughing all the spiting up blood.
"Don't come any closer Soul" Maka said, her voice raspy. She quickly grew a small blade from her wrist which stuck into Wes's ankle. He hissed in pain, backing away with a limp.
Soul stood there stunned, he didn't seen Maka's blade appear from her wrist. Maka, still coughing, slowly got up. She looked Soul straight in the eye. There was a small trickle of blood that came from an unseen spot on her head that fell over Maka face leaving a thin trail down her check.
Soul's thoughts: Dammit. I got here too late. If you hadn't left then she would not be hurt. I know this, demon. (Soul cursed himself again)
"Soul" Maka began. Soul removed his attention away from the Little Demon in his mind and focused on Maka's voice, "You need to stay out of this".
"And why would I do that?" Soul asked a little upset. "You're not in control of me anymore. Remember we're not a weapon and miester team". Soul gradually became angrier as the words left his mouth. He pointed a finger at Wes. "You decided that when he became your partner".
Wes started laughing, hissing and saying ow between each little giggle. "You think we're partners-heh heh ow." Wes held his bruised side. "I don't even know the rules to that school of yours, but I do know two weapons can't be partners without a miester".
Soul cocked an eyebrow in Wes's direction, obviously confused. Wes grinned smugly as his arm began to glow. The glow intensified then suddenly disappeared leaving a bluish-gray blade in its wake.
"You're not the only one with weapon blood in the family, little brother" Wes said grinning, a small toothy grin out the side of his mouth.