A Little Tale of Weapon and Meister (Soul Eater)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

            Tara was running, running till she couldn’t move her legs anymore. It felt wonderful just to run for so long. It was the same dream she has had since she was young, the same dream she was a wolf. A beautiful white wolf racing through the forest, just for no reason at all just to run. But there was something different about this dream; Machi was running along side her. The little husky puppy ran along side her trying to keep pace with the larger wolf. They ran for so long, until they came to a part of the dream that Tara didn’t recognize, it became foggy, the trees became bare and became twisted limbs growing from their mangled bodies. She slowed down and started sniffing around. Fire, coal, ashes, burnt flesh, what was this place. They walked into a clearing and saw the source of the smells; a black rock the size of bus, wait no, the rock had scales and it breathed. The rock raised its head, no, it wasn’t a rock, it was a dragon. Smoke rose from its nostrils, it snaked its head around to look her in the eyes. They were blue, smiling blue eyes. James. Before Tara could react the dragon opened its wings and with a single bound was up in the air. He let out a breath of fire into the sky and flew off.

            Tara woke up, to the sound of crackling bacon coming from the kitchen. It was a Friday. They had come home back to Death City late yesterday and immediately passed out on the bed, bloody clothes and all. They lived in a lovely tiny one-bedroom apartment in the city close to the school. Machi was sleeping on the pillow beside her and she got a lovely view of the dog’s rear end. She sat up at that site, bad mistake; the wave of pain came over her again. I guess I do have a concussion; she thought and sank back down on the bed. It was 5:00 am.

            James was in the kitchen happily cooking away, bacon, eggs, and good ole toast. He was already changed and ready to head out to school, early bird eh? Machi padded into the kitchen and immediately sat down in front of him, tongue hanging out her head cocked to the side. James looked down and saw the pups attempt at begging, he made a cooing noise and dropped a piece of bacon. The pup dived in and gobbled the bacon up. Machi seemed to have settled in nicely at the place, makes you wonder if the dog even remembered what happened to her last owner, the poor boy.

            Tara stumbled in partially dressed and looked at her boyfriend already primed and ready for the day. Yeah, she was defiantly not a morning person.

“Morin’ sunshine.” James came around with the plates full of food and almost dropped them when he saw her in an even worse state than the usual mornings.

“You know there is this new thing called pants. Maybe you should go try them out before you go outside without them.” James said observing. Tara looked up at him, her eyes still groggy from sleep.

“I swear you’re gay. Either that or you’re not even human.” Tara mumbled and began digging into her food. James laughed at the gay comment but died down and chuckled half-heartedly at “you’re not even human.” It was 6:00 am.

            They walked slowly to the school knowing it was just going to be a normal day. They had to leave Machi in the apartment alone; they would probably have to take it up with the landlord now that they had a pet. They talked as they walked.

“I had a really weird dream last night. Did I tell you about the one-“ Tara began.

“About you being a wolf and racing through the forest as they you couldn’t stop? Yes, thousands of times…” James finished.

“Yeah, well this one was different.” I’ll save you from having to listen to the dream again and just say that she told him the whole thing. When she finished, James didn’t say anything, he just stared straight ahead thinking. He turned to her and looked at her, he wanted to tell her, to tell her everything about him, what her dream had meant. But he had promises to keep and he couldn’t burden her with it.

Tara was about to ask what’s wrong, but her headache came back.

“Hey, you alright? You should probably see the nurse when we get there.” James said concerned.

“NO, oh no, I hate the nurse she’s so creepy. I don’t like the way she looks at her patients, like they’re, I don’t know, experiments.”

“What, nurse Medusa? She seems like a really nice lady, plus she has a really nice aah- never mind.” James blushed and tried to hide it. To late, Tara saw it.

“Oh so you like that huh?” she laughed, feeling better. “Come on you horny toad, we still have to go to school.”

They had got up the giant stairs and headed to class. They had most of their classes together and gathered ‘round the mission board during lunch to get their new target. It was more crowded than usual.

“Huh, someone already took the one for Jack the Ripper, damn I wanted to do that next.” Tara shoved her way through the crowd trying to get a better look.

“Capone’s gone to, haha what, by that Black*Star kid too. Boy, that should be back up soon.” James kept looking, sea monster, exorcisms, rescue missions, haunted castles, demon children…

“James! Here I got one!” Tara pushed through the crowd again to get to him. “How about this, the Quinn sisters, a pair of throwing knives, these two sisters have been terrorizing a small village in Southern Japan eating the villagers children’s souls. Why is it always kid souls? Anyways, no one knows their motives of why they’re doing this but they must be stopped, you don’t say… Well, wanna do it?”

“Japan? All the way to Japan, geez, this is going to take up all weekend then.” James shrugged. “It’s up to you I guess.”

“Ok, yay! We’re going to Japan! Maybe I can get in touch with Akira and we could go hang out. I hope she still lives there…” Tara went to the lady that clears the missions and got them cleared.

“Wait, you mean that creepy assassin that you hung out with when you were in training?” James didn’t really like Akira…she was way to depressing.

“Yup, and she just used to be a homicidal maniac and killed people for her so called religion. But she’s all better now, remember she became an assassin that only kills people for money not just for fun.” Tara grabbed his hand and they went off to their next class.

“Wait, how old is Akira?” James asked.

“I think she’s about as old as we are, yeah, so around 17.”

James looked at her in shock. So young to murder so many people…

(And end of Chapter 2. Sorry I didn’t put any fighting in it…I guess I was setting up for the next battle. Next time they’ll be Japan and there will be a fight!)