Double Katana Wielder

Little Italy

Hello, so here is my story.  Hope you like it.  The way I write my stories are that I first write them without much editing, and then I'll go back and add more detail/description when I'm done with the story.

Disclamer: I don't own Soul Eater, I only own my characters (Kistune, Ryan, and Roku).

P.S. Kitsune is on the right 

Kitsune's POV-

The dark greens and browns of the forest soon transformed into shades of grey and the buildings of Italy.  I slowed down to a walk, as to not cause suspicion for the witch we were hunting at the moment.  Two dark blue flashes appeared behind me as I tossed up the two swords that I was holding as I ran.

"Ryan," asked one of the twins as they landed back in human form.  "Do you think that we'll be able to get her this time?"  The slightly taller of the two shook out his dark hair, his equally dark blue eyes swept over the abandoned streets, as if searching for an invisible threat.

"No."  His respond was short and blunt.  "Last time, we used almost all our strength against her, yet you and Roku still got injured."  My hand instinctively drifted down to the wound in the center of my stomach, right above my bellybutton.

"Chill out dude."  The younger one of the two brothers came up from behind and jumped in-between us, pulling our heads down to his level with his arms around our necks.  "So we both got a scratch, we'er still here, arnt we?"  Roku's tan face had his normal ear to ear grin plastered on his face.

"Yeah, cause losing a pint of blood between the both of us is a scratch."  I muttered under my breath, pulling one of my loose pigtails behind my shoulder.  "Come on," I pulled out of our strange hug, "I can sense her soul protect this way."  I started walking at a brisk pace towards an old church in the center of the small town.

Jeering remarks from a male stumbling along the cobble stone street caught my sharp ears.  "Hey babe, why don't you ditch those losers and come over here to have a little 'fun'?"  I ignored him and continued to walk to the church.

Although I had ignored him, I could not say the same for Roku, who was seething in anger at the drunk bastard.  His usual easy going smile was replaces with an ugly snarl directed at the man.  He staked towards the man, grabbing the collar of his shirt as soon as he was in distance, and roughly dragging the mans face down to his eye level.

The more level headed twin put a hand on his brothers shoulder.  "Come on man, he's not worth it.  Right now, all that matters is getting that snake bitch."  Ryan had his poker face on, but his eyes burned with hatred for the drunk.

I dragged both away before something bad happened to the human.

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 The old wooden church stood out from the rest of the small village, twice the size of any other building and build out of large brown stones.  Dark energy emitted from inside the creepy-ass building.

"Ryan, Roku" I whispered into the darkness that night would soon bring, "transform."  The twins face's were set into an identical grim line.  Dark blue had consumed their bodies, flying through the air, identical black and silver grips in my hands.

I rushed into the building, jumping up to the beams that hold the ceiling up.

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Two hours.  Two hours had passed, and nothing had happened yet.  I had allowed Ryan and Roku to rest in their weapon form, wanting them to get rest before we fought this crazy ape-shit lady.  I felt my eyes droop, and the next thing I know, I'm being yelled at by my weapons to, 'get the fuck' up.  NOW!