I am a horrible, horrible person and I'm sure you all hate me right now. I haven't updated in such a long time and I'm sure you all thought I'd abandoned this story. I am so, so, so sorry! I hope I still have some reviewers on this story...
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Disclaimer: Soul Eater is not mine. (And the manga ended T^T)
"Tch, a weapon reassignment. Is this really necessary?" Soul griped, inspecting the cool, bladeless staff he held in his hands. His fingers curled and uncurled around it as he stared, almost making out bits of his reflection in the shiny metal rod. "Starting us off with child's play?"
Stein, the very same Stein that happened to be their professor, much to Maka's surprise, merely smirked in response. His lit cigarette hung loosely between two fingers, grayish smoke streaming from it and filling the air. His free hand was shoved lazily into the pocket of the raggedy old patchwork lab coat he insisted on wearing over his clothing. "Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."
"Weapon reassignment?" Soul repeated, eyebrows knitting together in his evident confusion.
"Yes, a weapon reassignment." Kid stated with a nod. "You may have noticed a trend. All partners in our organization are required to have compatible weaponry, so as to make teamwork easier. Liz, Patty, and I all carry twin pistols. Black*Star carries swords, and Tsubaki shurikens."
"Pistols and daggers aren't exactly in the same family." Liz tacked on.
"So what are we being assigned?" The ivory headed teen asked with a sigh. Might as well make this conversation as painless as possible. This whole thing sounded weird to him. What kind of assassination organization ordered weapon reassignments?
"Scythes." Kid said simply.
Maka picked her head up at that, slight confusion painted across her face. "The same as Spirit for professional missions." She mumbled to herself before raising her voice to ask, "Aren't they a bit impractical as a weapon used for assassination? It doesn't make any sense."
Liz snorted. "Death's decisions hardly ever make any sense, but he supposedly has his reasons." The older Thompson rolled her eyes, arms folded over her chest. Patty nodded in agreement with her older sister, giggling. It was true, there were very few who could hold a candle to Death in that division.
"It may be true that scythes are asymmetrical, heavy, bulky weapons with little to no stealth factor and a tendency to throw their wielder off balance." Kid began, very obviously having beef with the weapons as well. "However, they can also be elegant, swift, and very effective when used correctly. My father believes that you both can easily master the art of scythe wielding, and that together you will be a great asset to the organization." Kid did his best to explain, though it was obvious that he had his own doubts. "Besides, you two would have more success in a direct approach rather than attempting to strike from the shadows as assassins are typically thought to do."
"Great." Soul muttered sarcastically, unsure whether or not to take that last bit as a compliment. He glanced towards Maka, who was still focused on Kid. "So, when do we start?"
Maka and Soul stood a good length apart from each other, both equipped with their bladeless scythes as they watched their 'instructor' showcase the correct scythe wielding techniques. As to be expected, Maka was watching intently. Her eyes were picking up every move he made, soaking up as much information as she possibly could by watching. Soul, however, looked a bit lost.
"Now," Stein announced, allowing the blade of his scythe to rest in front of his feet, "You two should start out by getting to know the staff. Show me you know how to wield it without a blade and I'll consider moving you up."
Soul could have strangled the man. A few cool moves and a brief explanation of what they were expected to accomplish before they were allowed to advance? That's it? Crimson eyes narrowed into a heated glare, as if Soul were attempting to melt the metal staff he was staring at via heat vision.
"Right..." Soul grumbled to himself, "Oi, Maka. You get any of..." The boy nearly choked on his own spit as he cast a glance in his partner's direction to see her spinning the metal rod above her head with ease. "... that?"
Maka quickly maneuvered her hands to twirl the staff as fast as she could manage without dropping it. She began by spinning it above her head, eventually bringing her arms down to spin it in front of her. She removed a hand, using only her right to keep it spinning before grabbing it with both hands again and bringing it down as if slicing through a target. Stein watched her, slowly clicking the large screw that protruded from his head with interest.
"Well done, Maka. You're a natural." Stein grinned, cigarette hanging from his mouth. "Keep that up and you might get to put the blade on after all."
The girl nodded, looking towards her partner, who still seemed shocked at her display. She cocked a brow in question. Those were basic moves, what was the big deal?
"Where did you learn all that?" Soul demanded, sounding like a small child who had just been outdone. Maka was almost surprised he didn't stomp his foot and pout.
"My mother told me she used to be a flag twirler." She replied simply. "She taught me a few things as a child."
Soul shook the shocked expression off of his face, replacing it with a look of determination. What kind of flag twirling was that? 'If she can do it, so can I', he told himself, gripping the metal tight in his hands. He brought it out in front of him, twirling it slowly at first to get a feel of the movements. He smirked, realizing that this was far easier that he had originally thought. Picking up the speed, his hands moved twice as fast, and even faster still! That is, until Soul lost control of the staff and accidentally whacked himself in the head with it. It clanged to the floor, bouncing a few times before rolling off in the direction opposite him. He clutched his forehead in pain, groaning loudly. Maka simply ignored him and kept up her practice.
Stein pressed his glasses up farther on the bridge on his nose, taking a long drag of his cigarette. The minty smoke burned his throat as he ran a hand over his chin. He sighed, allowing the smoke to blow past his lips. "You have a lot to learn in a short amount of time."
Soul peeked through his soft ivory bangs, bright eyes alight with interest. He paused his groaning, although his forehead was still throbbing, to inquire, "What do you mean?"
Maka stopped as well, looking towards their instructor expectantly. "Something's coming." She mused, more of a statement than a question.
Stein nodded. "Medusa Gorgon is still loose."
Soul averted his eyes at that. It had been his mission to capture Medusa. Not only had he failed, but he and Maka had gone through hell because of that woman. His jagged teeth grit at the thought, and he almost released a snarl. A petite hand rested on his shoulder for reassurance, and he didn't need to look up to know who it belonged to.
"As you may know, she plans to release Asura. Her motives for doing so are still unclear." Stein continued, taking a seat in the rolly chair he seemed to lug around everywhere. "You two will be training with me daily, as well as going to school and taking missions regularly. This is going to be quite the task. Eater, Albarn, are you prepared for the amount of work you are about to be subjected to?"
Soul almost looked offended. "Are you kiddi-"
"We're prepared." Maka cut him off. Soul tossed her a questioning look, but she ignored him. She was ready to do whatever it took to have another chance at settling the score with Medusa. This time, Gorgon wasn't going to leaving unless it were in a body bag. Her fists clenched tight, teeth grinding together. Maka had made a promise and she intended to keep it.
Oh no, looks like Soul is going to have to dig deep to find his talent for scythe wielding. Meanwhile, Maka's skill seems to run in the family, but was her mom just a flag twirler? When everything is not what it seems, who knows what will be discovered. Stay tuned for more training, missions, and Medusa's plan's beginning to come together.