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It's In The Blood	By : BVB.HIMisMIW Category: +S to Z > Soul Eater Views: 3632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or make any money off this fanfiction. I do, however, own my OC's Yin and Yang

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  I woke up, feeling a lot better, as I stretched, looking over at my alarm clock. “Shit!” throwing my blankets off, I stumbled out of my bed, quickly taking a warm shower before getting dressed in my usual suit, using my rarely used blow dryer to rapidly dry my damp hair, rushing out of the house with my keys clamped between my teeth as I tried fixing the strap on my heels. “Damn you, Yin!”
            It took me awhile to reach the class, only for me to slap myself for leaving my lovely hat at home. “You’re late.” Stein-sensei stated, staring me down as I entered the room.
            “I’m sorry, but someone turned off my alarm this morning.” I shot a heated glare at my twin. He had the decency to look ashamed. He sighed, shaking his head.
            “Be lucky I’m letting this slide, only this once.” Stein-sensei calmly stated, cleaning off his glasses. “Anyways, Shinigami-sama wants to see you, Soul, and our new transfer students in the Death Room.” New students? I turned, looking at the rest of the class.
            “Oh Hell—” I quickly slammed the door in their face as they went to hug me. “Go the fuck away!” he fell to the floor, pouting as he rubbed at the forming goose egg on his forehead.
            “Angelo~ Yang’s being mean to me~” he whined, clinging to a well-dressed teen. His hair fell to a little past his shoulders and it was black, framing his lightly tanned skin, just as he pushed a few black strands out of his ruby eyes.
            “I’m taking it that you’re his meister…” I pointed at the pouting cross-dresser. The black haired teen nodded, sighing heavily at the pink and black haired boy. “I’m Yang.” Holding out a hand, he took it, but instead of shaking, as one would normally do, he placed a light kiss on my knuckles.
            “I am Angelo. Nice to make your acquaintance.” I could feel my cheeks turning pink as I was yanked out the door by my free hand, making my yelp in surprise. Soul would not let go of my hand, frowning as he marched onward, towards Shinigami-sama’s room.
            Like Sam, Soul did not bother knocking as he just walked in, going to Shinigami-sama. “Wazzup?” he asked, tilting his so-called head to the side.
            “Ah… Didn’t you call us here, Shinigami-sama?” I asked; pulling my hand away from Soul’s with a light blush.
            “Yes. I want you four to take care of a little problem in Tacoma…”
            “Us… four?” I looked at Soul, who was looking at me, also confused. “Ah… I don’t get it…”
            “Hm? Well, aren’t you and Soul partners for the dance competition?” we both nodded, still not understanding what he was getting at. “Seeing as it is basically required for you to both participate, I figured this be a good chance for you to work on matching your Soul Wavelengths. Everyone, unless a Meister-Meister pair, has to also do missions with their selected dance partner.” He explained.
            “What about Kid and Kipp, then?” Soul asked, placing his hands in his coat pockets.
            “They’ll be switching weapons, and there will be a third to join them on those missions. I’ve got it all planned out!” Shinigami-sama gave us two thumbs-up. “So, off you go~” with that, we were shoved out of the Death Room.

•Shinigami-sama’s Point of View•
            “Do you think it’s wise to send them on a mission like this, Shinigami-sama?” asked Spirit, walking around my mirror. My vibrant amethyst eyes looked over at my personal weapon, smiling at him.
            “Hai. I think it’ll work in their favor, after all, they must bond together if they even have the hopes of winning.”
            “I wasn’t exactly asking that, though, Shinigami-sama…” he spoke. “That Devil Swordsmen has been rumored to be in that area.”
            “Hm? This is unlike you, Spirit.” I commented, noticing how worried he sounded. “It’s not as if I sent Maka on this mission.”
            The red haired weapon scratched at the back of his head, looking anywhere but at me. “Yang doesn’t have loving parents… And after the story Yin told me the other day, I can’t help but worry about her.” He sighed sadly.
            “I think it’s pretty common for any loving parent to accept other children as their own.” Looking at my human form’s reflection, I could not help but wonder why I hardly chose this form instead of my regular Shinigami form. The children would probably take me more seriously, along with not being afraid of me as well. Oh well, it would be too much of a hassle to change that now, after 800 years of keeping the same form. “It’s probably the reason I’d like Kid to realize his feelings for Kipp.” I turned back around, smiling slightly. “They make a cute couple, ne?”
            “What are you getting at, Shinigami-sama?” questioned Spirit.
            “Hn… Kipp does not have a friendly upbringing, either, being raised by Witches. In addition, her parents were very good friends of mine. When they passed away, I promised to take good care of their daughter.” I chuckled, remembering when Kipp was just a small newborn. Even then, she showed cat like tendencies. Moreover, as she grew, her natural iconic tri-colored hair became her most memorable feature. “It’d also give me a reason to spoil her.”
            Spirit laughed. “So you want a daughter, hm?” he teased, which I just nodded, smiling.
            “Grandchildren, too. But those two are still too young for that.”
            He swooned, blushing lightly. “They’d have some of the cutest babies ever!”

•Yang’s Point of View•
            “She needs a good polish!” I shouted to Soul over the roaring of the wind and the engine. Currently I was sitting behind the white haired scythe, my arms wrapped around his waist, as he drove his motorcycle over the bridge, heading towards and into Tacoma, Washington.
            “With missions and classes, I haven’t had the time to clean her thoroughly!” he shouted back, keeping his eyes on the road. Next to us was Angelo and Ryu in a dark blue and black Maserati. That reminded me.
            “Soul, why were you angry earlier?” I asked, referring to when Angelo kissed my hand.
            “Eh?” he shouted over his shoulder, trying to keep his eyes on the road while looking back.
            I sighed, figuring it would be best to ask later, resting my forehead against his back. Unlike Seattle, Tacoma was a bit smaller, and less lively. “We should try and find as much information as we can.” I stated, getting off the back of the motorbike. Soul removed his key, pulling his goggles down around his neck while kicking the stand down. Ryu and Angelo came over to us. “Just, meet back here in half an hour. That should be enough time.” The cross-dressing Japanese boy nodded, dragging his meister in the opposite direction of Soul and I.
            “Excuse me, Miss?” Soul called out, getting the attention of a waitress.
            “Yes, what can I help you with?” she placed her hands inside her apron pockets, pulling out a stick of gum.
            Letting go of his arm, I showed her my DWMA student ID. “Do you know about any strange missings or anything not normal?” I asked politely.
            “I’ve been out of state until recently. Hey Roger!” she called inside the café. A scraggly brunette came out, wiping his hands on his own apron.
            “Yeah, wot do ye need, Alicen?” he asked, his accent thick.
            She tucked a strand of black and blue hair behind her ears, showing off that she had them stretched. “These kids are curious about anything unusual happening around here. Do you know anything?”
            “Why wou’ ‘hey wanna know?” his piercing green eyes eyed us both up.
            “They’re Shibusen students, Roger.”
            “‘Ow, dat explains ‘lot ‘den.” He scratched at his trimmed beard, thinking. “Try da old Wester’n State Mental Hospital. All dem thugs seem to ‘ave been vanishin’ from ‘round there.”
            “Thank you.” Soul and I bowed, moving on to someone else. We kept getting the same answer from everyone.
            “I don’t like the sound of this.” I told Soul, frowning. He cocked an eyebrow at me, allowing me to keep both of my wrapped around one of his. “Mental hospitals are always a bad place. If someone dies there, his or her soul tends to linger, never passing on. Sometimes they can form beyond our expectations.” I bit down on my lip. “If that’s the case, here, I fear for our souls.” We walked down the sidewalk, heading back to our meeting spot. “After all, a soul filled with anger and hatred are the scariest… In addition, they make the strongest Kishin Eggs. They’re the things that nightmares are made of.”
            Ryu was clinging tightly to Angelo’s waist, snuggling up to him. “What did you two find?” he crooned, trying to make his masculine voice sound feminine. I kicked at him, making Ryu yelp and hide behind his meister, who just sighed.
            “Did you get the Western State Mental Hospital ruins as your answer?” he asked in a low voice, dark ruby eyes dancing around every couple of seconds. We both nodded. He looked up, towards the sky. “We should hurry. Looks like a storm is coming this way.” Soul and I also looked up, noticing the angry gray clouds coming in.
            “Shit. Only in Washington.” Soul swore, yanking me towards his bike. “Let’s hurry!” I quickly got on behind him, wrapping my arms around his middle, as he revved the engine, causing the machine to vibrate between our legs.
            “This place doesn’t look foreboding…” I stated sarcastically, going through the hole in the fence that Soul made.
            “It’s getting my dress dirty…” Ryu whined loudly from behind us.
            “Dumbass! That’s what you get for wearing designer clothes!”
            Ryu simple stuck his tongue out at me. “Like you’re one to talk!”
            Oh, what I would not give to punch this idiot in the face. “Stupid, we have more pressing matters to deal with.” The weather was already going bad, mist spraying our faces. “Seeing as you’re a Sniper, think you can take the higher points and cover our backs as we take the lower points?” I asked, going up the slick hill, turning to look at a stoic Angelo.
            Ryu saluted us both. “You can count on us!” before transforming into a Sako TRG-42. Angelo quietly walked away, even his long black pea coat made no noise.
            “How’d you know he was a sniper?” Soul questioned as we continued forward, being careful of the rubble.
            “On one of our trips to Japan, Yin and I ran into Ryu. At the time we both thought he was a girl, and was being attacked by a Kishin.” I began, remembering that day. “No matter how he acts, Ryu is homosexual, though he does take pleasure in teasing girls. Which is what he was doing at the time that the Kishin found them both. One thing led to another, which cost the girl her life. In addition, just our luck, a group of girls going home from cram school were coming our way. I told Yin to steer them away from the street, hoping we could prevent even more deaths. And because of my choice, it left me empty handed with some dumbass.” Sighing, Soul helped me over a large piece of rubble. “I was doing the best I could, trying to keep that idiot alive along with myself. Guess the sight was enough to scare him into transforming, mainly when you could hear people shouting his name not that far from us. ‘Oh no! That’s the Family!’ he shouted, looking as if he saw a ghost, just as he transformed.”
            “Must’ve been hard using a weapon you’ve never been with before.” He commented.
            I shook my head. “Hardly. Even without his stand, I stared the Kishin down and comically said ‘smile you son of a bitch’ before pulling the trigger. The blowback caused me to skid back a few feet; nearly caused my shoulder to dislocate.” He snickered at me, causing me to frown at him. “His dad found us just as he transformed back. I did not notice until I shoved the Kishin’s soul into his mouth… That is when I found out he is the son of a Yakuza family’s personal sniper. However, Ryu did not want a life of crime. That is how we came to know each other. We split about ten months later, seeing as he wanted to find his own meister.”
            “Hey, Yang…” Soul tugged on my sleeve, nodding over to a secluded area that lead deep into the decaying building. I nodded, holding his hand as he changed into his scythe form. I edged closer, looking down a graffiti hallway. “I have a bad feeling about this…” Soul mumbled, appearing on the curved blade. Outside the mediocre shelter, it seemed to be raining now.
            “Power… give me power… Power to save myself…” my grip tighten on his handle, going deeper inside just as an old person stumbled out of one of the side hallways. He was wearing an old hospital gown, showing off his sagging skin. Blank eyes locked onto me, peering at me questioningly. “Power…” he hunched over slightly, gripping at his skull. I swallowed, watching as he screamed, his skin ripping apart along his spine… Almost as if, something was trying to hatch from his body.
            “What the hell?!” Soul shouted. The skin ripped apart like tissue paper, exposing a forest green form that stretched out.
            “Almost as if he’s envolved…” I whispered, watching as an insect like creature emerged from the carcass. Its large pink eyes swiveled around, landing on me before letting out a scream. Bits of graffiti rubble fell down, causing dust to fly up and obscure my vision.
            “Yang, watch out!” my eyes widen as I went through one of the walls, sliding back a few feet on the wet grass. “You okay?” Soul asked, eyeing me as I got back up. Just standing there, I waited until a flash of hot pink shot the Kishin in the head, killing it instantly. Just as it vanish, did a couple more start trickling out from the ruins. However, that was not what made me stop. Swinging my arm, I impaled Soul into one of the Kishin, throwing it towards all the others.
            “Dammit… Them being so close to a mental hospital, of all things, is damn terrible.” I swore, hearing the patients at said hospital screaming and crying. It got so bad that sirens were going off. Their madness leaking over to us from their suicides, making my head swim with dark thoughts. Spinning around, I lopped off, what looked to be, a praying mantis’ head. In the distance, I could see the pink soul wavelength bullets taking out as many as they could. My suit clung to my skin, along with my hair, making it harder to move and see as the rain beaten down like a drum, adding to the visibility.
            Because of my sodden clothing, it made my reaction time slower, allowing one of the Kishin to pierce me in the shoulder. Falling forward, I grasped the bloody wound, noticing how much blood was pouring out of my right shoulder. “Yang!” Soul shouted, transforming back so he could use his semi-converted arm on the closest enemy. Frowning, I tighten my hand into a fist, standing back-to-back with the white haired scythe. Using my blood, I casted it off my hand, watching as the negativity from the nearby hospital took effect; tiny little black hands erupted from the flecks of crimson liquid, ripping away at the Kishin.
            “Soul!” he nodded, changing back into his weapon form. Spinning the scythe above my head, I took care of the taller ones, before running forward, using the long handle to rotate him around my waist; easily tearing through them. The last one had its back from me, so I chucked a stone at its head, making it turn around. It appeared not to be all that bright, as it just stood there, giving me the chance to hook Soul between its legs and slice it clean in half.
            “Gupi?” I looked up towards the sky, using my left forearm to block out some of the rain.
            “What the hell?”
            Eyes widening, I jumped back just in time to prevent the rain of needles from ripping me to shreds. “Shit. Not him again…”
            “Soul?”
            I jumped back again, landing on a piece of rubble that looked a part of an old stairwell. “You know this kid, Soul?” I asked, wincing as one of the needles grazed my cheek. “Huh?” I picked the needle up, examining it closely, just as it turned into a black liquid. Lightning brightened the sky, highlighting the pink haired boy in the black dress/robe. He landed opposite of me, making something form into his hand before throwing it. “Crap!” I stumbled slightly, falling flat on my ass just as whatever it was got stuck in the stone above my head.
            It was a black and white broadsword. Reaching up with my left hand, I grabbed it around the hilt, drawing the weapon out of the stone while standing up. “This yours?” I asked, bringing it up to my face.
            “Ragnarok…” I barely heard him mumble over the deafening hammering of rain and wind, whipping our hair all over the place.
            “Get rid of it!” Soul ordered, just as a few needles blasted through my hand. Screaming in pain, I threw it to the boy, only to stare at my bloodied left hand.
            Rotating around, I slammed my red dyed hand through the Kishin’s torso; gripping its soul tightly as I yanked it out. “What are you doing?” the boy questioned as another fork of lightning illuminated us. Tipping my head back, I opened my jaws wide, swallowing the red soul. The small bit of damage done to my hand simply disappeared. “I don’t know how to deal with girls eating souls!”
            “Kill her, Crona!” the large red lips on the broadsword shouted to the pink haired boy. Gripping Soul with both of my hands, I waited. The boy screamed, rushing at me. I brought Soul back, hooking him around the waist, and throwing him off to the side.
            “What’s wrong you? Why fight if you don’t know how to use your own weapon?” twisting to the side, I slammed the end of Soul’s handle against his elbow, before bringing him down in an arch, aiming for the kid’s spine. Almost as if it was a reflection, I could see myself reflected back at me.

•Kid’s Point of View•
            “Father, isn’t that…”
            “Yes, the Devil Swordsman.” My father answered, turning back to his mirror. Kipp and Sam were also watching, wondering what was going on. Said swordsman brought his arm back, slashing at her side.
            “Why is Yang hesitating?” questioned a worried Kipp.
            “I’d like to know, too. I’ve never seen her hesitate before.” Sam commented. Yang went flying, rolling away from any possible cover. “Normally she’s a badass in fights.”
            My golden eyes enlarged to the size of fine china plates, watching as she got back to her feet. She just stood there, chin against her chest, as the boy struck at her again. “Oh, this is bad…” Father mumbled softly.
            “Why haven’t they tried a Soul Resonance?” Kipp asked, chewing on her lower lip. Another Kishin came up behind Yang, only to be struck down by her. Another came up shortly after, just to be shot down. Yang’s body shook as she ate the soul she had in her hand, dancing away from being decapitated.
            “SOUL RESONANCE!” an icy chill lodged itself deep into the base of my spine, freezing the bone marrow. The lightning seemed to strike more frequently, hitting closer and closer to them.
            “You poor thing… Don’t worry; I’ll end your suffering.” Yang spoke, drawing Soul back behind her. A black substance seemed to drip off the tip of his blade, looking like black ooze. “Paholaisen puolikuu…” slicing forward, black crescents flew at him, hitting the boy in the stomach and sent him off balance, giving Yang time to rush around him.
            “Father, I’m not familiar with the language she spoke. What did she say?”
            “It’s Finnish. It means ‘The Devil’s crescent Moon.’”
            “Where are all these Kishin Eggs coming from?” asked Kipp, pointing out more coming over the horizon.
            “Probably from the nearby mental hospital. Or they’re being drawn in by the battle.” Sam answered as Father nodded.
            “You’re correct, Sam.” He looked back at me, tilting his head slightly. “You okay, Kiddo?” he asked, his mask reflecting his worry.
            I did not speak at all; I just continued watching the fight. “Whoa… She’s as deadly as Stein-sensei with a scythe.” Kipp spoke in awe.
            Yang swiped the blade out, too far to cut the oncoming Kishin, but it did not seem to matter as childlike black hands rose from the ground, ripping and tearing away anything that could get their fingers on. More hot pink colored wavelength bullets destroyed Kishin that were out of Yang’s attack range, backing the black and white haired young woman. That is when the largest bolt of lightning struck them, only for Soul to absorb it as she smiled crookedly.
            “She is a frightening individual, when paired with the right weapon, isn’t she?” we all jumped, turning to see Stein walking up the steps.
            “Kuoleman salaman viikate!”
            “‘Lightning scythe of death.’” Stein answered, dusting off his glasses. As he placed his glasses back on, we watched as lightning danced up and down the blade as she struck, causing his body to spasm from the electric current that was forced into his body.
            Yang backed away, chuckling as she tiptoed around the panting boy. “Kuoleman tanssi…” the black ooze dripped off the tip, creating a pattern as she danced.
            “‘Dance of the Dead…’”
            “I don’t know how to deal with that weird language!” the Devil Swordsman cried, just as Yang slashed at his chest, causing his Black Blood to spray. “Why won’t you stop?!” he sliced her down the center of her chest before she had the chance to block. A second later, she turned, allowing a cannon ball sized wavelength bullet to hit the Black Blood child.
            “Oi! Ryu! Where you aiming for my head?!” Yang shouted, seeming to not notice the Black Blood seeping into the cut on her chest, just as they were struck again by lightning.
            “How is she still standing?” I wondered, hoping that someone would have answers. Yang stood up, the electric surge dancing over her skin in a way that it almost looked like… “It’s closing the wound… but what about the Devil Swordsman’s Black Blood?”
            “With Yang’s ability to control darkness and shadows, the Black Blood that has just infected her is canceled out.” Stein answered. “It’s truly amazing, actually.”

•Soul’s Point of View•
            I was still curious on how we were able to pull all of those attacks off, seeing, as Maka has never been able to do them before. “Soul…” I appeared in the reflective part of my weapon’s form, looking at Yang.
            “Yeah?”
            “Think you’re up for one more Resonance?” she asked, tightening her hold.
            I just smirked at her. “What do you take me for? An uncool guy?” she giggled, seeming to have calmed down a bit.
            “I’d never!”
            “I’m game if you are.” She nodded, adjusting her grip only slightly.
            “SOUL RESONANCE!”
            “Oh Soul~” I ignored the little red demon, focusing instead on our Resonance. “You feel it, don’t you, Soul?” he purred, standing in the entrance to the Black Room. A flash of charcoal black enveloped my being, calming whatever urges that my infected blood was raising up inside me.
            “Witch Hunter!” I held on tight to the warmth as our wavelengths formed the all-too-familiar attack.
            “Crona, best retreat!” with that said, they took off just as I changed back, catching Yang against my chest. A fading light of charcoal black framed her body, giving it a soft glow.
            “Did we win?” my coat muffled her tired voice.
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