A new fic! Tada! Some of you may know me from Dark Moon, my other Soul Eater fic, but if you don't that's okay. I'm still fairly new~
Don't ask about the title, it's random I know… XD this is a one-shot for now, if you want me to continue it I will after I'm done with Dark Moon. Which is soon. And after a few more chapters of Feathered Blades. THEN I will write more chapters for this, but only if you think it's good ^.^'
For the witch there are four souls inside her, so four 'people' speaking-
Witch 1: "normal"
Witch 2: "italicized"
Witch 3: "bold"
Witch 4: "underline"
I'm drawing pictures to go with this! Does anybody know how to post them somewhere? :/
I was listening to some pretty cool music while typing this… it's a Soul Eater Funimation trailer, and the music was key to my inspiration for the battle against the Kaitori sisters. Watch here:
/watch?v=DTTCUzmHKvI (youtube link, add the youtube and .com before this)
Soul yawned and slugged into the classroom behind his meister, Maka. Stein was already humming cheerfully as he sat backwards behind his desk. Uh oh. He's already here AND he's humming? This can't be good.
"Good news class!" the crazy professor announced happily. "We get to do without Spartoi today, because they have to go see Lord Death." This was followed by a pointed look at Maka, Soul, BlackStar, Tsubaki, Liz, and Patty. Kid was already in the Death Room with his father.
When he heard the comment, BlackStar leaped on his desk and was about to yell out an enraged answer – most likely including the phrase 'a star like me.' But Tsubaki moved fast and stuffed his own scarf in his mouth, then dragged him out into the hallway, followed by an exasperated Liz and a giggling Patty. Maka frowned and grabbed Soul's sleeve, pulling him insistently along as they followed their teammates.
Arriving in the Death Room, Spartoi came to a halt, surprised. Kid was sitting in front of his father's mirror in the ornate golden chair that seemed to appear whenever he needed it, frowning at Lord Death as he leaned forward with his head on his hands. Without he or his dad – who was facing the mirror – turning, Kid called, "Come on in, guys. Chichiue's got a mission for us."
Scowling, the egotistical spiky-haired assassin went stomping up to his enemy/teammate. "How do you do that?" he snapped. "It's creepy."
"I could feel your soul's skins," Kid replied calmly, without the usual smirk. "The point where they rest against the layer of protection between reality and death." His words were lost on BlackStar, who sulked off to the side.
Lord Death stayed looking at his mirror. It was blank. "Hey, kids. Looks like we've got a witch for you."
Perking up, Maka leaned forward. "For turning them into death scythes?" she asked eagerly, waving at the weapons.
"No, actually. I'd like to keep this soul for a special reason – the qualities she would instigate in a newly formed death scythe that had just eaten her soul would be… complicated. We could do without that. Also, there are actually four witch souls, but they're cramped up in a single body, so she's prone to violent mood swings."
"About that, chichiue…" Kid cleared his throat and then frowned. "I told you I don't like this idea. I should be the only one going – I am a Shinigami, two of those witch's spells would be harmless for me."
"Yes, but the other two? No, you all have to go. If you do get… hit… the effects will wear off eventually. And I know you can deal with that easily – your teammates can too. Stop trying to do everything yourself," his father answered gravely, turning to survey his son through the mask.
For a second Kid appeared almost feral, his lips drawing back in an animal-like snarl. But it was gone in a flash and his friends wondered if they had imagined it.
"Fine," he growled. "But when they come back… like that… it's your fault." He signaled to the team and stalked out, waving his hand for the chair to disappear. It glowed black, skulls ringing around it, then was gone. Spartoi's eyes widened further, but they followed Kid out.
"What was that about?" Soul asked as they walked a few paces behind the frustrated reaper. "What do you mean, 'like that?' There's something not right about this witch… I mean, these witches, I can tell. What is it?"
Whirling around with anger in his eyes, Kid snapped, "Look, there's something definitely fishy about her, but I'm not authorized to tell you anything no matter what because my father doesn't think you need to know beforehand, even though he's sending you there knowing what's going to happen!" It was the first time his team had seen him this angry, seething and ranting about his father. Thankfully, everyone was in class, so there was no-one in the hallway except them.
"Uh… can you give us a hint?" Tsubaki asked cautiously.
"Not even that!" Kid hissed, seething with fury. Then he spun back around and speed-walked down the hallway, muttering, "I swear this is not going to end well…"
Spartoi waited outside an abandoned hotel a few hundred miles away from Death City. According to Lord Death the witches, the Kaitori Sisters, were around here somewhere. Kid was pacing, still furious with his father. After a while he calmed down and closed his eyes, feeling each soul in the small town carefully. Even if they had Soul Protect on, Kid could sense them.
Finally he picked up on something and nodded to the team, signaling to the weapons to transform. After they did, the meisters followed Kid as he sprinted silently through the streets. It was almost eerie, Maka remarked, how the young reaper could move so fast and be silent as the grave (pardon the pun). Plus he blended into every shadow he passed – but not like BlackStar, who hid in the shadows – Kid just became one with the shadows. Like the reincarnation of Death, which was actually accurate.
Suddenly Kid stopped – no skidding, no slowing, he just stopped – and Maka and BlackStar nearly crashed into him. Holding a finger to his lips, he pointed with the hand that was holding Patty to a ways down the street. A shadowy figure was lurking there, almost invisible, that no human could hope noticing. But Kid wasn't human, so…
Nodding to his teammates, Kid continued walking forward as if he hadn't seen anything, feigning normalcy. The other two copied him, but they were all tense and wound up tight like wire on a coil. The moment the witch moved they'd be on her.
And she did. At once, she earned a shot through both shoulders, a scythe slice to a leg (which seemed to cut it completely off), and a sword thrust directly to her chest. Eyes alight with fury, she chanted a quick spell that sent all of them flying backwards.
"Brats!" she hissed. "Scum!" "Damn, stop taking over suddenly!" "You're one to talk!" "Will you three shut up and concentrate on the kids in front of us!" "SHUT UP!" "Mother liked me best!" "We're all the same body, dumbass!" "Yeah! Why don't I get to talk as much?" "Because you're annoying!" "Shut up, all of you!" "Mother still liked me-" "SHUT UP!"
Spartoi just watched with raised eyebrows. Kid shot her in the shoulder again.
"What the hell?" "Hey, that hurt!" "We're all hurt, idiot!" "Duh! Again, we're in the SAME FREAKING BODY."
Finally BlackStar lost it. "WILL YOU SHUT UP?" he roared. "You're almost as bad as Excalibur! And now I, the mighty BlackStar, will close your gigantic mouth for you!" He lowered his chain-scythes menacingly. "Tsubaki, ninja sword mode." "Right!" She glowed yellow and transformed to a shorter, knife-like blade.
"Hmm. Excalibur?""Yeah, the annoying white thing." "Without pants." "Definitely him." "Did that kid just say we were like him?" "Oh, he's gonna pay for that!" "Calm down. Let's think about this rationally." "Good luck with that." "AGH! Stop controlling the mouth! It's too hard to get a single word out!" "That's your own fault for being slow!" "CALL ME SLOW AGAIN, I DARE YOU!" "Slow." "THAT'S IT!" "Calm down, guys! Let's concentrate on the morons in front of us. I'm picking up some tasty souls…" "Hey, that guy with the weird hair doesn't have a soul!" "Yes he does! But it's all dark and weird…" "Damn, I bet it's one of those annoying Shinigami!" "So Death finally sent people after us? But if that boy is a Shinigami…" "Lord Death can't leave Death City. So what…" "Crap! It's his son, Death the Kid! We've heard about this guy before, remember?" "Oh yeah…" "Let's eat his damn soul already! I'm hungry!" "We're all hungry! We've got the same stomach!"
To any normal person listening to the witch rambling on in four different voices, it would cause some mass confusion. But the meisters and weapons were a team comprised of a hyperactive demon gun, fashion-sensitive identical gun, gentle dark arm weapon, cool-concious scythe, bookworm scythe meister, an egotistical assassin with a power complex, and an OCD Grim Reaper. Weird wasn't even in their vocabulary anymore.
"I think we'll be taking your soul now," Maka announced calmly, spinning Soul around easily. BlackStar flipped a few times to land next to Kaitori, slashing at her – but she dodged. As the witch emerged into the moonlight her looks became clear – about Maka's height, with long spiky-tipped black hair that had blue streaks in it, as well as a typical witch-type dress that was gray, black and dark navy blue. She went barefoot and her eyes were four colors – like Kid's two-toned eyes, except more blended. Indigo on the outside fading to red on the inside on the right eye, olive green on the outside blending with the yellow inside on the left, they were more than a little creepy. Kid raised Liz and Patty with a click, aiming exactly for her mismatched irises.
"Your eyes are completely asymmetrical," he spat. "Let's remedy that." The OCD reaper fired dozens of shots per second, enveloping Kaitori in the purplish pink light. When the smoke cleared it revealed her staggering slightly before grinning and healing all the bullet holes.
"Can't get us that way!" a singsong voice rang out. The indigo part of the right eye glowed briefly when it spoke. "Sheesh. Typical weakling meisters. Always underestimating us little witches." The second voice was slightly more gruff, lighting up the red inner color. "Look, stop talking so much! Let's get to the battle." The third voice was wary and cunning, the olive green outer iris lighting quickly. "Okay, guys. We've worked on this. Not in the middle of a battle, okay?" Finally, the last voice – surprisingly gentle for a witch, but with an undercurrent of something dark and mysterious. Canary yellow.
"Damn!" BlackStar cursed. "Kid's shots don't work, and the slashes I inflict just close up."
Maka frowned. "Our only hope is… well, wanna try it guys?" Grinning, Spartoi nodded and ran to either side of her.
"Resonance Link!" Soul played his melody quickly as they connected, then rushed Kaitori. Maka activated Witch Hunter, BlackStar switched to Enchanted Sword and wrapped the witch up in shadows for the scythe meister to get a good swipe in. Kaitori staggered back, but BlackStar kept her there, for…
"Death Cannon." A resounding BOOM was heard and skull-shaped smoke erupted from what had once been a quite powerful quartet of witch souls. Right before her body crumbled away, Kaitori raised her head and rasped in all four voices,
"We don't like humans. Weapons are tolerable, but meisters… pah! So we curse you! Kantori kantori pon pon KO!" With this the weapons (which had returned to normal weapon form) were yanked from their partner's hands and flung to the ground, while their meisters were enveloped in bright flashes of light.
"You came howling to defeat us, so howl you shall forevermore!" Then the body ribboned into four identical purple souls, except each had a streak of their eye color in it. Running over to where the meisters were still glowing, the weapons searched frantically for some way to stop it.
"Maka!" Soul yelled. "What's going on?"
"I don't know!" she answered, panicking.
Kid swore loudly. "Damn it! I told my father we shouldn't have brought you two along! At least I would have been able to avoid that!"
"Shut up, Kid! Now tell us what the hell's going on!" BlackStar answered angrily.
Sighing, the reaper said surprisingly calmly – considering he was glowing and the others couldn't see them properly – "She's cursed us. Some sort of transformation spell, I'm not entirely sure."
Just then the light disappeared and three high-pitched yelps sounded as three bodies hit the ground with a thud. Groaning, Kid opened an eye and glared up at Liz and Patty's shocked faces. "Great. Now tell me, am I a cat or something?"
"Uh, no…" Soul was trying desperately hard not to laugh. Then he leaned over and poked his meister on the… muzzle? She yelped and tried to bite his hand, but the albino snapped it back and couldn't hold it any longer. He burst out laughing, rolling on the floor nearly crying from his mirth. "You're… you're… furry!" Soul kept guffawing, joined by Patty's normal hysterical giggle fit. Liz facepalmed and Tsubaki sweat-dropped. She tried reviving BlackStar, whose tongue was lolling out of his mouth.
The meisters had been turned into rather magnificent, sleek-pelted, strong young wolves. Maka's coat was sandy blonde, much like her hair color, and sported the green and white tie that she always wore around her neck like a collar. BlackStar was a rather shocking shade of blue like his spiky human hair, with a solid black star on the fur of his left shoulder. The gray scarf-like cloth he always wore wound around his neck with his usual outfit was his collar, like Maka's tie. Kid was a jet-black, rather handsome wolf with slightly sleeker hair and three white stripes wrapping all the way around his left ear. His inner ear fur was white, and he wore two silver skull bracelets around his forelegs. The double-rimmed golden eyes had stayed basically the same, except for the fact they were wolf eyes now.
Liz sighed and sat back on her heels, surveying her now-furry meister, who gazed back with a mournful I-told-you-so look. "Let's get back to the Academy," she conceded, exhaling slowly.
"Hello, hello, wassup! How's it goin', kids! Now- err, why are there wolves in here?" Lord Death broke off from his usual cheerful banter to examine the three exasperated meisters standing on four paws in front of him. Spirit narrowed his eyes at the Maka-wolf.
"That looks like my daughter's tie! If you've stolen it from her, you mangy beast, I swear I will kill-"
"PAPA! It's me!" Maka's furious bark rang out, emanating from the mouth of the sandy-colored wolf, her hackles raised in a snarl. Kid sighed and looked away, while BlackStar seemed preoccupied with licking his nose.
Their voices were the same, just their sentences came out short and choppy, like barks.
Lord Death sighed. "I take it this is Kaitori's doing?" he asked, watching his son-turned-wolf from behind his mask. This seemed to infuriate Kid.
"Yes, chichiue," he snapped, glaring at the elder reaper. "I told you it was too dangerous to drag them along! They shouldn't have come! If I hadn't been distracted by BlackStar-" he glared pointedly at the innocently whistling blue wolf beside him "-spewing his usual crap about surpassing god, I would have been able to avoid Kaitori's attack!"
"Speaking of which, did you retrieve-"
"Yes we did! And look what it cost to do so! Liz, Patty, give chichiue the souls and let's go home." He snarled the word 'chichiue' as he loped out the door, his strong wolf legs enabling far greater speeds than the humans could go. With indifferent shrugs, the demon guns dug into their pockets and tossed the four witch souls at Lord Death before speeding off after their meister.
As he ran down the school hallway, ignoring the startled yells and shrieks of the students coming out of class (and avoiding a certain stich-faced professor who was cackling about dissecting him), Kid yelled at his father inside, spitting out the words that no-one had dared mention in the Death Room –
What the hell are we going to do now?
tada! I will continue as promised after finishing chapter 16 of Dark Moon and chapters 4, 5, and possibly 6 of Feathered Blades.
Until then, tschuess!