A Little Tale of Weapon and Meister (Soul Eater)

(This is a story I made as sort of a fanfic of Soul Eater (manga/anime) of my own Miester and Weapon. It takes place in their world and in the time period back before the Kishin was awoken. Most of the original charcters cameo but that's about it. I do this for fun that is all.)

Her name; Tara Meredith Eden. The Great-sword Miester and her weapon, daedric great –sword; James Daedra, were hunting down just another human that had strayed from the path and their soul has turned into a Kishin egg. She didn’t see what was so bad about it, if she was a weapon she would want that kind of power as well, but she wasn’t. Besides she already had her darker side, her source of power, at a young age she new that there was something different about her own soul, another presence perhaps making her more feral than normal, but I’ll save that for later.

“Tara. Come on babe we need to focus, this will be our 90th soul. Come on, after that we’ll only need 9 more!”,chimmed James, interrupting her train of thought. She looked down at the weapon. He was a beautiful blade, strong and menacing, a whole 5ft in length and about a foot in width. Oh yes, she liked big swords, and he was perfect. They’d been together since they started school and in more ways than just Miester and Weapon. Sure not many would consider being in a relationship with their partner and it got in the way every once in a while. But it was worth it, this way they had a stronger resonance and were an even better team. She looked down and saw his “reflection” in the blade, those smiling blue eyes and dark hair. She softened, and smiled back.

 “Alright, she sighed, “Let’s get this over, this should be easy.”

 “Yeah, well we already lost him once, since you keep zoning out. What are you thinking about anyway?”

 She gave him a pointed stare. He shrank back a bit, and then smiled at her knowing she couldn’t resist that.

“Nothing.”

They had been standing on the rooftop of one of the houses in San Francisco waiting to see if they could spot their target. They lost him about a block down. Their target was male around his forties, he had hunted down young boys and used them in…. well you get the idea. After he was done with them he killed them at ate their souls. Just another typical story, after the 60th soul it got kinda boring finding a more interesting story of how they became “evil”. There was a cold breeze coming in from the coast and tussled her silver hair. She tried holding it down but no use; she set her weapon down for a bit and put it in a ponytail.

 “I don’t see how you can wear a skirt and a sweatshirt in this weather. I mean the sweater is reasonable but the skirt-“, Tara cut him off with a “shush” as she spotted the target. He was carrying a body bag over his shoulder; the body bag was wriggling as if trying to fight the shoulder. It was futile attempt, the man was huge, his body distorted with muscles, as if he took way to many steroids. The left arm was bigger than the right; he kinda hopped along, since one foot was bigger than the other. He was walking right below them, perfect.

 “Tara, wait, don’t you might hit the kid.”, James said concerned.

 “So?”, she said clearly wanting to get this over with.

“So? Damn, sometimes you really disturb me. You could accidentally kill him.”

 “Fine. We’ll do it the long way then.”

 “Thank you.”

 She jumped down, right behind him and sliced at his legs. She hit something, she looked up and saw blood dripping from the mans ankle, damn not close enough. The man looked back and his distorted eyes opened wide in pain and let out an inhuman screech. He dropped the body bag; it hit the ground and made a cracking noise. Tara jumped back a few feet, good now I can really fight you, she thought. Then he charged toward her, head down, arms back as if he was about to head-butt her, oh wait, he was. She jumped up right before he could make impact and brought her weapon down and sliced his back. She did a front flip and then for the extra glamour she landed head down waiting to hear the gush of blood coming from the wound. There it is, the man screeched again. She rose up turning around to see what she had done. SMACK, Tara flew across the alley and smacked into a brick wall of one of the buildings. She heard James skitter across the pavement and yell out her name. No, this can’t be happening, I’m stronger than this, she thought as she rose up and then was immediately smacked down by the fist of the man. The man “roared” in her face and raised his fist again. Dammit, think fast, this time she saw the fist and rolled away as the fist impacted the brick wall leaving a hole in it. By the time this had happened James had transformed back to human and was now racing toward to help. Tara tried to get back up again but was immediately hit with a wave of pain coming from her head. She shrank back down into a fetal position trying to find away out of the pain. The man was still trying to get his fist unstuck from the wall as James raced towards him, James’ turned both of his elbows to his hands into a blade and stabbed the man on the shoulders. This time the man didn’t screech, good, James pulled his blades out and stabbed him again. Strange, you would think the man would be freaking out by now, but he just stood there trying to get his fist out. This time James stabbed deeper and hit bone, the creature screeched finally. It shook around finally freeing its fist trying to get James off his back. But James hung on as tight as he could, digging himself further into the mans flesh. A spray of blood came from the wounds at that was the end of James ride, he couldn’t stand getting blood on his clothes so he flew off landing almost on top of Tara. He landed on his feet, not very softly though.

“Tara, Tara, are you still there?” James panted not taking an eye of the man, who was dancing around trying to cover the bleeding. She groaned, and tried to sit up but began to lose consciousness and went back. She tried again and had more success. James looked back and saw that his Meister was semi ok; he turned his blades back to hands and helped her up.

“Are you going to be ok? You don’t have to fight, I can take him.” James looked at her and brushed her hair away from her eyes.

“NO, I need this. Don’t worry I can take him. Besides what will Juvia say when I tell her that you did all the work?” she smiled at him and stood her ground and looked at their target once again. It pissed her off sometimes the fact that it was true James could take care of himself, he didn’t really need a Meister. She pushed herself like this to become the same level as he is, so she would be able to take care of him. She held her hand out and he transformed back into a weapon. The man was still flipping out as she ran towards him, point down, she hit him right in the stomach, driving the weapon into him lifting the body up in the process. Perfect, she looked him dead in the eye, his full of shock and horror, hers of satisfaction. Then the man looked down and saw the blade, he looked back up, he was about to say something but his mouth only gaped open like a fish. His eyes rolled back and he slumped down, his body lifeless. She pulled James out of the body and smiled as she watched the Kishin egg rise up. She felt James slip out from her hand and transform back to human form. He strode to the soul, carefully avoiding the mess of gore and trying to keep his jeans from getting blooded. He grabbed the soul and ran back to her, clearly disgusted by the scene. He lifted his meal up and dropped it into his open mouth. He swallowed the thing whole.

 “Aren’t you afraid that you’ll choke?” Tara said. She still had a headache, hopefully it won’t be as bad of a concussion as she thinks it will be.

 “Do you ever wonder who cleans up the bodies when we’re done?”, James said changing the subject. He didn’t really like talking about being a weapon, sometimes Tara wondered if he even liked being one.

 “I wouldn’t worry about it, probably the local police or someone. We’re just here for the soul and that’s it.”

 “Damn, aren’t you having a nice day?”

 "HA, I just got pumbled by that, whatever, it hurt, I think I got a concussion.” Tara rubbed her head.

 “Hmm, hey, what should we do about the person in the body bag?”, James said pointing to the wriggling bag. Tara gasped, she had completely forgot about that. She ran over to it and opened the bag tearing it open. Inside was body of dead boy and a white husky puppy…wait what? Yes a puppy, James was the first to make a move and pick the poor thing up. It wagged its tail happily and licked his face. James laughed; Tara stared still shocked that they found a puppy in there. But how was the bag still moving like the boy had been alive before. Unless…no that’s horrible, the boy must have died either before or after the fight. Tara put a hand to her mouth, now depressed that she could have saved the boy. James noticed, she hadn’t said anything, and carried the puppy over to her. He put an arm around her, giving her a semi-awkward hug and kissed her hair. She rested her head on his shoulder and finally gave the puppy a good look. Red eyes, just like me, she thought. She left James arm and grabbed the puppy gently and brought it to her face so she could get a good look. It licked her in the face. James laughed at her, she was glad she had James around all the time, he was so positive and she was so negative. Opposites attract I guess.

 “Machi.”, Tara proclaimed.

 “What?”, James looked at her.

 “Machi, that’s what we’ll name her.”, she said smiling at him.

 “Oh ok. Machi suits her I guess. Well we should get going, it’s getting late.”

 “What about the boy?”, Tara pointed to the dead boy still in the body bag, his lifeless eyes staring into the setting sun.

 “Well like you said, the police will find him at then it’ll all get sorted out.”, James said, beginning to walk the direction towards the street. Tara gave the boy one last look and walked after her boyfriend, holding Machi in her arms. She caught up with him and took his hand smiling up at him. He was about 5in taller than her. He smiled back and began their journey back to the DWMA, back to normal life.

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