He did not expect this.
His family, bounded by rope to furniture or each other. Piled up in the corner. Faces held nothing but terror, all with the exception of Blair. The little shit looking as bubbly as ever, and also much to Soul's thanks the one that whimpered the hint. Several pairs of red and blue eyes shot over in his direction, begging him to do something-anything. Soul was a chivalrous guy though, and allowed for the three oh so lovely deformed kishin to notice him first; one croaking out, "I thought you rounded up all of the musicians?" Another nods and groans out, "I thought I did. Guess not, no worries though we can kill this human first before them." Soul's mother manages to let out a scream behind the blinding of her mouth but Soul just chuckles as the three lunge at him. Two coming from the left one from the right. He just smirks as they all go for the kill, only for Razor sharp blades to slice through the air, shooting out in every direction from Soul's body. The kishin managed to pause right before they threw their arms directly into the blades.
"You will not fucking touch them again, and no way in fucking hell will you touch me." Soul growls.
He barely moves his arm and they jump back, something telling their small little minds that they just took a head dive into deep shit. The weapon before them speaks again, this time combining with a feminine voice. "Soul Protect, release." A soul glows in the shadows right behind the weapon, a female in pigtails stepping forward into the moonlight.
Soul glows white morphing before everyone's very eyes, the energy flying up into the air before Soul falls back down in the shape of a... Scythe? Maka spins him around her left hand, right hand, neck, then grips Soul with the Scythe propped on her shoulder while announcing,
"Your souls are mine!"
Those words, those words were the Death of the kishin. An assassin to their kind in pigtails bolting for them yelling, "Soul Resonance, Witch Hunter!" Soul's blade expanding, glowing and pulsing with the shear power of Maka's soul coursing through him. Two moved out of the way, one stood still stunned at such a pathetic creature welding such power. The other two put up a fight as their ally changed into the form of a red orb.
Maka slashed to her left, to her right, spun Soul around to dispel small projectiles then flipped backwards to avoid a tricky attack. Soul morphing in and out of being a scythe effortlessly, to pull her out of the way at the right time or to flip her over his head before spinning his staff right back into her hands, a movement that flowed like water because well, it was second nature to them. Soul having fully mastered the little demon cued the piano, the melody rung out through the living room, Maka grew a smirk as she held Soul up to glisten in the moonlight while stating casually,
"Genie-Hunter."
Soul's blade expanded out larger than before, gaining a more curved shape and intricate design. Pigtails flew as Maka ran for the kill again, the larger kishin of the two sliced straight through. Maka's special wavelength cutting through it with a seering light. With one left to go Maka twirls and rebounds for it only for a jutting dagger to be directed at her as she gets too close. Soul transforms, knocking her knowingly out of the way before it hit her and dodging himself. He spun on a heel then slid on the other before his leg swung outward, a blade on his knee as it penetrated the flesh of the kishin, his entire leg turning into a blade as he slices clean through the remaining kishin. His leg returning back into its human form within a millisecond for him to casually finish the kick with a flawless martial arts stance. He swung back around to pull Maka up from her point on the floor where he pushed her away to protect.
"Are you okay Maka?" Soul questions worriedly and she replies calmly,
"Just fine, we have your family to worry about though."
Both fighters dash over to the group, Soul anhiliating the ropes with a single blade and expertise to set them free at once. Not a scratch on them as Maka checks if they're alright. Soon Soul looks back, two red orbs within a simple distance and with Maka handling any injuries, he decides to harvest the kishin eggs. He strolls up to one and over exaggerates eating one very slowly. The looks on his family's faces as they stared were priceless. Maka looking over to find what they were staring at only for Maka to laugh and call out,
"Just eat the damn kishin egg Soul quit trying to gross your family out!"
"But look at their faces!" He shoots back.
Blair giggled in a agreement but is still oddly looking around. There was another reason why Soul was taking his sweet ass time with this, but he was being discreet about it. There were only two kishin eggs in the room, but they slayed three. A sudden bloody scream fills the clearing and Soul whips around to behind himself a second too late to notice.
"Pum-Pum-Pumpkin!"
A glowing pumping is launched at the vile kishin, knocking it back with a delay long enough for Soul to thrust a curved blade into its heart. The word, "Bingo." echoed through the grand room as Soul fell out of defensive stance and swallowed the eggs quickly. He turned toward Blair and gave thanks, she merely hums in reply, everyone turning to her only to see her sitting on a levitating pumpkin in costume witch-like attire. It wasn't a costume, and the Evans were very quickly finding out there are a lot more supernatural phenomena and superhuman beings than they thought were out in the world.
Even within their own family.
Soul looks at his family, they looked so startled and deeply confused. Of course they were, they were just bound in rope from a supernatural break-in at three in the morning why wouldn't they be? Now that Soul has horrified them with what he could do as well, will they now be scared of him? Their own son? What if from their perspective he could take form of a monster? He shivered and shook off the thought; whether they be proud of him or not (they never were really to begin with) he would protect them. Maka pulling him out of his thoughts with,
"Soul! Do you hear the music?"
He gained soul perception when they linked; she could see souls and he could hear the song of a soul. Therefore when he listened closely, past the melodies of his friends and the sweet serenity harmonizing from his family he could hear something wretched, aweful, and worst of all, loud.
"Shit there's more!?"
"Soul there's a whole lot more."
He stood in front of his family protectively, Scythes unscathed from his skin at his elbows, spine, and knuckles. He growls quietly and Blair also takes a defensive format. Soul looks over to Maka, a simple statement both spoke at the same time, "We need help." and Maka knew exactly who to call. She ran over to a mirror within the room, fogging up the glass with her breath before calling out and writing,
"Forty-two, forty-two, five-six-four-when you want to knock on Death's door."
Sounds like a demonic chant? Maybe to those who were not familiar with this 'people being weapons and monsters being red orbs side' of the world. However as the same masked figure appears again within the reflection nothing is spoken except, "Step away from the mirror." The reflective glass glowed a holy white, a body suddenly materializing and stepping through the portal casually. First shoes, dress pants, then golden eyes and Sanzu lines. Beautifully detailed pistols held mindlessly twirling in his hands.
"Welcome Reaper, to my family's estate."
Golden eyes dart across the room to pinpoint the old friend, a curt nod given in the greeting before it's down to business.
"What happened so far?"
"Three kishin broke in, tied up the entire family and accompanying guests. Intent to kill before Soul and I made our move. We don't know anything else apart from the fact that our soul perception sense several more in the area." Maka informed.
"I see, did my father ever inform you of the activity of this area?"
"No, nothing... what has my family been living around specifically?"
"This mountain was a similar sight like Brew-"
Kid pauses as the palm of Soul's hand goes to hold his own face and he sighs at the new information.
"Minus the electromagnetic time preserving field, but there are a series of ruins here which activate at unpredictable increments of time. They attract the vile vermin."
Kidd walks up to the family and bows,
"It's an absolute honor to meet the famous Evans Family, I wish under different circumstances but my name is Death the Kidd, I am the son of Shingami and as you may have heard I am a Grim Reaper. My father currently runs the DWMA, and the academy for weapons and meisters that is devoted to protecting the world from evils as seen earlier and madness. I am here to assist our two most legendary students and you."
He throws up his pistols, those taking the same fate as Soul; morphing into visible energy before humans.
"These are my weapons Liz and Patty. And before we take any further action, I would like to also ask the heads of household if you were aware of the ruins on the property before you bought the estate?"
The group remains quiet before Soul's mother and Father stand. His mother speaking,
"This has been the Evans estate for almost a millennium now. The estate is apart of the ruins, just renovated with modern drywall and carpeting covering the stone structure. The library containing all of the history records and books, was destroyed two centuries ago in a terrible fire."
Maka and Soul saw the knowing look on Kidd's face, him calculating before he blinks slowly. Maka understanding instantly that he was using soul perception on the family. Kidd's eyes glossed over as he analyzed the family before asking,
"Soul stand in between your parents for a moment please?"
Soul sheathed and stands dead center of his family. Kidd steps back with a surprised look before blinking hard once again. A smirk crossing his lips while stating,
"The DWMA holds records of this mountain, recorded history of its past. The legend with this place is true, but fading."
"Legend?" Everyone echos confused.
"Long ago this place was just like brew, and just like the DWMA there was a counter to fight against the witches. Back then people were in clans and families, not academies. The Evans Family was a counter clan. You are a family of weapons, all of you have weapon blood, which allows you to transform into specifically Scythes, the most powerful forms of weapons. Your family lived here so whenever the witch ruins attracted kishin you could combat it off and reseal the wavelength. However this blood runs dormant in all of you except Soul. His soul shows the active genes presiding in him, which out of your family today had a one in a five thousand chance of reoccurring."
Soul smirks and looks down at his hand, understanding why he was always different.
"I presume Soul was always different from the rest of the family, physically and mentally-"
"I was the runt."
"But in truthSoul you're the most powerful and capable here, and you have been since you were born. You showed up at the perfect time too, the ruins have reactivated along with the genes. This is what your dealing with."
Maka smiles as Soul family finally begins to take recognition of who he really is.
"Maka, I know these mountains like the back of my hand, and I know where entrance to the hidden ruins is at the top of the mountain. Would you prefer dirt bike or flying as means to get there?"
She grinned, he knew the answer would always be fly.
"Blair, Kidd, Liz and Patty can you guard this house please?"
"With my life." Kidd replies, his attention being directed to the windows as a another kishin wanders into the massive room.
Nods and solemn looks of determination were given as a reply. Soul then charges forward toward Maka with a shark tooth grin. They both jump high in the air, the death scythe flipping around before Maka twirls him around her hand, then waist and then finally sits on Soul's shaft. (*Cue author's perverted chuckle*) Both of her legs dangling off of one side, she looked like a witch on her boomstick as she waved at the ones staring below. Soul made haste and flew off in the necessary direction. Maka's ears popped as they reached high altitudes, her quickly regretting not rethinking out her short skirt uniform in this below in the little town she could handle it just fine, but with higher altitude she was running more on willpower than oxygen. She shivered, not even a moment later hearing Soul speak from the blade,
"Cold Pulchra mea?"
She nodded, commenting about her regret on her outfit. He makes his classy snarky reply before a silence follows. She all of a sudden felt heat and pressure though; her body being covered up and warmed by something. Or someone. Maka looks over her shoulder only to see white hair. She looks down and meets the sight of Soul's bare arms. Half of his upper body was untransformed, and he was making an attempt to keep her warm-by holding her, cuddling her.
She slouched grateful into his touch. His muscles warm and generating heat even though she swore the air was far below freezing point. She buries her head into his chest as a breeze picks up, him gaining a rosy tinge across the bridge of his nose at the action, before settling his chin on top of her head. Life was sweet in that moment, they savor the fuzzy feeling both brought each other right then.
That was until a screeched and a bolder was thrown at them.
"We're here, with company," was all Soul spoke as Maka grabbed the Scythe and spun down, performing a clean aerial execution on the kishin below. Maka quickly defeating the others within the clearing easily before Soul transformed back to his body. He grabbed Maka's shoulder and pulled her under his arm in attempt to keep her warm. As soon as they enter the ruins he comments quietly,
"I used to explore these tunnels and caverns, almost watching and waiting for something. I guess it was instinct and I know why now."
"Do you know where we're supposed to reseal the wavelength?" She questions, and she can sense him being in thought through the thin resonance before he states,
"I have an idea."