"BLAIR!?"
Maka shot up from her seat same time as the cat to meet in an embrace. As the long lost friends hugged they could hear Soul groan very loudly in annoyance before his head thumped on the table. Blair giggled,
"Oh you know you missed me Soulyyy! Come give Blair a hug!"
"Great Shingami nooooo."
Both of the girls laughed before Maka questioned how was life in Japan... In Japanese. Her words flowing in a natural dialect much to the surprise of all but Blair and Soul. Blair shot it right back out with practice; she was fantastic. Blair after Kishin Asura decided to move to Japan for some adventure and difference setting other than Nevada. She learned when this was mentioned to Maka, that Maka was from Japan and offered to teach her Japanese before she left. Soul intervened when there was a moment's pause between the two,
"Blair when you described, 'some hot Italian guy with a nice body who's in a band' as your new boyfriend you never said he was my brother."
Wes laughed and Blair pauses for a moment,
"Oops, I guess I did forget to mention that tiny detail didn't I? Oh well, now you know!"
Before switching back to a Japanese conversation with Maka. Soul glances over to his parents as both Japanese girls return to their seats, calming after initial reunion. They held impressed and intrigued looks at Maka. As group conversation continued Maka's asked a series of questions. Her being here to visit for the first time, she was the only one who the heads didn't know about.
"You're not American?"
"I live there currently, but I was born in Tokyo."
"Is that how you met Soul?"
"No, I've been his meister, or school partner, since day one of DWMA; however I have been a big fan of his music ever since I was little." She takes a bite of sausage and glances to him adding, "Even if he didn't tell me he was an Evans and my favorite one at that until two days ago."
He chuckles lightly and rubs the back of his neck, murmuring a quiet apology. The whole family chuckles, the girlfriends nodding in agreement as if they've gone through similar situations.
"Soul never told us exactly what the, 'DWMA' was for, except the fact that he was destined for it, and it was a prestigious academy."
In an instant another silent agreement between not only Maka and Soul but Blair as well formed in that instant. A small sip of wine from the fields before she comments,
"Prestigious Academy indeed. It's an academy only... exceptionally gifted and skilled teens can enter. With the help of myself, Soul has been given one of the highest ranks possible graduating. The nickname for it is Death Scythe, and he's helped me to become what's called a Three-Star Scythe Meister."
"Quirky silly names for high talent, it was something they did at the school to expand creativity." Blair added in. She was smug and sly but she could use said skills for good occasionally. The parents looking pleased, before the mother asked,
"How many others graduated to be eh.. Death Scythes along with your class Soul?"
"None."
They looked impressed, Maka deciding to boost his reputation casually adds,
"There are only six other Death Scythes in the world currently. Nine including Soul to ever graduate in the entire history of the school—which is about 800 years old."
Maka tried to hide a smile when she heard forks and knife hit plates. "Makaaa..." Soul whines quietly. He was thought of the failure son of the family, and he happily accepted that because it meant less annoying people to deal with. He was antisocial yes, but he honestly was just a down to earth dude as well, born into the wrong family full of top of first class people. Now that he was successful and his family was aware—he would never hear the end of the bragging.
Now if they found out what exactly a death scythe was, that would be a different story.
Being world renown and respected among the weapon / meister society to professionally kill and taming kishin eggs—even defeating legendary ones such as Asura—it might frighten his parents. A smile gracing his lips as his mind crosses this thought, his parenting buzzing about this achievement and Maka internally congratulating herself for mentioning how badass Soul is, and shedding some light on his hidden talent.
He held an embarrassed blush rest of the day, because his parents would not otherwise shut up about it even after breakfast.
He was just praying they wouldn't ask for any more details. Now if they asked for a demonstration he'd be more than ecstatic to horrify them with how to kill and eat a kishin egg. Oh, and not even a few hours after lunch the next day they asked for a show of this 'talent and skill'. However Maka intervened, stating that they can't because they don't have the necessary material and the area to—leaving out specifically the fact there really was just nothing to kill nearby.
That was not the case though as soon as they went into town.
A small beautiful village full of cute shops although wasn't visited by tourists too often. It deserved more fame but without it really gave a homey genuine feel. Maka was wearing a long dress given by Soul's mother; even if it was a bit chilly out she wore it and felt perfectly fine. The rest of the women not blood related in the family were freezing their ass off. Maka was a warrior, and a brave woman who looks extremely attractive in Soul's eyes with anything that showed off her hidden curves. Those same hidden curves that swayed very nicely in his eyes as she ran to a window.
A window that was rippling.
"Oh no, oh shit..." The group hearing as she made their way past them, Soul three steps behind her. Everyone but Blair had the biggest faces of bewilderment plastered on. Even more so when Maka started talking to the window and Soul nodded along. As they got closer though they were nothing more than shocked when a completely caped and masked figure loomed in the reflection. A mask of a skull, but neither Maka nor Soul were afraid of it one bit.
Soul's family wondering what kind of stuff has Soul gotten into.
As they came back they looked determined and a lot more alert. Maka coming back to explain with only a hanging statement,
"Looks like you may get to see a performance of Soul's talent after all. I strongly suggest we go back to the estate; there is something dangerous in the area."
Maka persuasion skills were through the roof as she managed to round up the entire herd back up into the estate which she quickly learns is on a mountain. Their mountain more specifically, in which they own the entire damn thing. Soul was on edge; whatever that was in the area was strong enough to have Shingami call and offer to have Kidd sent there for assistance never meant any good.
Especially since Kidd and Maka are the strongest and wisest meisters beside Stein and Shingami himself.
Soul was practically quivering with excitement when Maka stepped out of his room wearing her uniform—shit was real when she stepped on the scene in that. Short skirt, long jacket and ass kicking boots. With a smirk she tosses him his classic headband. Walking into the living room to the entire family of 20 huddled about in the large room, Soul chuckling warmly to Maka,
"Just like old times eh?"
"Old times? We're only sophomores in College; we never even left the DWMA mindset."
Maka and Soul grin at each other only to hear that one memorable word of their biggest fuck up,
"Pum-Pumpkin?"
Grins are directed in the direction of the damned feline. "Blair is willing to lend a pumpkin or two if things get ruff." She maintained a playful look, only Soul and Maka understanding the true power of the word 'pumpkin' with Blair. Oddly dark clouds clouded the sky; even the environment was showing signs of something coming. Soul had a sinking feeling in his heart that whatever this was, it was coming after his family. He hated how controlling they were, but a family is a family and he loved them to death. The room was completely calm, but Maka and Soul close their eyes at the same time, and a breeze tousled their hair much to the family's interest, especially when it only them affected by this unearthly breeze.
Maka and Soul resonated with a thin link, allowing communication through thoughts and for him to use her soul perception abilities to guard the house. The clock struck twelve before Soul's father waved off the bad omens and stated everything was fine; signaling for everyone to go to bed.
Maka couldn't do anything; she was only a mere guest.
Soul couldn't do anything; he wasn't the head of the household.
They sat restless on the bed at three in the morning the feeling getting only worse and worse. Yet they couldn't leave the room. He had his headband still on however sat in sweatpants, but she refused to change out of her uniform. She couldn't, and he couldn't blame her.
Their heads suddenly snapping to the bedroom door that led to the hallway. Glass shattering slowed Soul's heart to an eerie still. Out of instinct they formulated a plan while executing it. She stuck to the shadows, learning the technique from Tsubaki, while Soul casually walked down the hallway with a sleepy bullshit intent to get a nice glass of milk. He would have to walk by all the bedrooms and through the living room to get to the kitchen, so he mindlessly scans the setting, and uneasily listens for the sleeping souls of his family—
Only for the sinking feeling to increase tenfold when not a soul was in any of the bedrooms.
He continued trying his hardest not to knowingly bolt down the hallways to save his mother, brother, cousins, uncles and father. Blair was just sitting there for enjoyment of course as usual, so as long as she was sitting there Wes would not be harmed. He strolled into the living room taking a moment to slow down and admire the very expensive chandelier shattered on the very expensive rug. He casually eyes the small glass shards stuck in nearby furniture, only to hear a whimper and his eye snap upward to the far corner of the room.
The sight before him he did not expect.