Double Katana Wielder

Rescued

I DON'T OWN SOUL EATER, JUST KITSUNE, RYAN, AND ROKU!!!!!!!!

Kitsune's POV:

My eyes opened in a rush to see what was happening down below.  I narrowed my eyes as I reconised the pink hair and black dress.  Crona.  That little bitch!!!  Or man-bitch, bitch, man-bitch, bit- fuck this.  What ever gender this human is... bitch.  The he-she was fighing a teenage girl, and from the look of things, this was the high-point of the battle.

"Ahhhhrgg!!!!  Soul!?!"  A girls voice cried from below.  I wached, slightly suppriesed as the scyth turned into a albino boy.  So she's a mister..... interesting.

"Maka!!! No!"  He lept infront of the girl, Maka, and took the blow that was ment for her.

A smirk crept onto my face, "Time to intervine, time for revenge."  I muttered to my weapons.  Identical grins streched across their identical face.  "Ryan!  Roku!  Transform Now!"  I jumped from my perch with two balls of blue light behind me.

3rd Person POV:

"Ryan!  Roku!  Transform Now!"  The source of the mysterious voice was found when a girl about 16 jumped from her spot in the rafters in the old church.  Maka jumped in supprise as the unkown female landed in a crouch in front of the young teen and her injured partner.  

The light brown haired girl watched in astanishment as the older teen begain attacking the boy Crona with two katanas in her pale hands.  Soul's grunt of pain brought Maka back from her shocked state of mind, and into the dangurouse reality of her life.  

"Mother Fucker!"  A yell from the stranger caused Maka to look up from her weapon in her arms, to the other teen clutching her stomach as if she was in great pain.  

"I told you," Crona mumbled as he shuffeled twords the wounded teen, "I told the other one the samething."  He raised his sword for the final blow and swung downwards.  CRACK!  "Wha-"  The sturdy doors to the church was forced open by a silver haired man, also known as Proffessor Stien.

All the unkown girl could see was the two flashes of light that transformed her parters into their human form as she collasped in the taller one's arms.  The fight continued between Crona and the Proffessor Stien, whom she had yet to meet.  The last thing she saw was two black shoes in stiches walking tword her before she collasped into the darkness.

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Proffessor Stien had walked up to the unconsious girl as Spirit attended to his daughters weapon.

"Stay back."  The gruff voice of an adolecent male rang through the church.  Stien looked into the eyes of the teen, light blue eyes peirced into his green ones.

Stien regarded the child as a minor threat and continued twoards the unmoving girl.  "Pick up your mister and-"  he was cut off.

"We don't take order from nobody, espesially old mans like you!"  Great.... another one.  Stien turned his head slightly  so he could observe the other teen as he walked up to the first that spoke to him.

"I don't think your in any position to argue, no-"  Yet he was inturrupted yet again.

"We can take care of our selves, thank you very much."  The taller of the two spoke with a strong, yet wavering tone, his eyes flickering to his mister every few seconds before he reached down and picked up the girl.  "Now if you would excuse us."  He tried to brush past Stien, key work was tried.

Stien lost his patience, he could see the dark red seeping throught the childrens cloths.  "You don't have a choice.  That girl in your arms, she's dangoresly low on blood, and gravely injured.  One of my student over there" He jerked his silver head behind him, "is in a life threatening condition.  Now I will not let any children die here.  You will come with me, or your mister will die.  Your choice."

The twins looked at eachother, a silent message passing through there eyes before they turned back to the Proffessor.  Simotenuasly, they nodded their heads once before following the stranger reducently twoards the unkown.