Maka Albarn
8PM
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We all retreated to my apartment room after Blackstar's outburst. When Tsubaki told me that Saint would be here later tonight, I was without a doubt worried. Soul wanted to track him down, make sure he wasn't working with some Kishin- but I'm not worried about that.
He has an intense hate for Surtr, I can sense it. It's almost poisonous. I'm worried he won't come back. If he thinks he can take on a God by himself after being asleep for centuries, he's an idiot! After doing homework with Kid and Tsubaki, and yelling at Soul for being lazy, I did some more research on Freyr's Sword.
Hand crafted by Freyr himself, his sword is supposed to be the embodiment of pure strength and perfection. I'm not entirely sure if that fits Saint- but nobody is perfect. This ideology that Saint has been bred to be this perfect weapon can't be healthy for him. There's got to be a lot of pressure on him.
I want to help.
"I don't see why you're so worried about this guy", Soul rolls his eyes, propping his feet up on the table, shoving the book away with his foot.
"Soul!", I groan, quickly swiping the book away. "It's not like you'd understand basic human compassion"
"Compassionate guys are uncool."
"No, they're nice"
"You're mistaking kindness for being a pansy"
"Why are you so mean!? I should have never picked you to be my weapon, you can go with Blaire for all I care!", I cry, throwing books at him. He just scoffs as a response.
"Maybe I'll find a better meister somewhere far, far from here!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
We both pout, huffing and looking away from each other. Why does he have to be such a jerk all the time?! He does this every day, every hour! We only get along when I collect souls for him to eat! He's selfish, and rude, and obsessed over this 'cool guy' facade!
"My, you two are rowdy tonight", Tsubaki giggles, taking a sip of tea.
"They'd be nothing if not a dynamic duo", Liz mumbles, swiping the crayon Patty was about to put in her mouth.
I roll my eyes, my gaze stopping at Crona, who's fingering a petal from the bouquet. He hasn't even set it down since he got it. Judging by the imperfect stem lengths, Saint had picked each individual flower by hand instead of going to a flower shop. I smile, watching as Crona holds the bouquet close to his chest, his cheeks still flushed from earlier. Nobody's ever done something like that for him. It's sweet.
"When is BlackStar going to be fully recovered? I need to kick his ass again, it's been a while", Soul snickers.
I Maka Chop him, and he slumps lifeless into the cushions. Tsubaki just smiles wearily, and folds her hands in her lap.
"They say a few days, but he'll probably be up and running by tomorrow."
"Sounds like BlackStar", Kid chuckles.
I nod, and look down to my feet. Tomorrow I should hunt for souls and start preparing for Surtr. I still think it'd be best to tell Lord Death, to have him help us- but he can't leave Death City. It'd be safer for all of us to keep him from here.
A knock at the door sends all of us on high alert, for no good reason.
"Come in!"
Saint enters, locking the door behind him, and gives us a weak wave. "Uh.. Hey everyone"
"Hello", Crona doesn't look up at him, and instead drops the bouquet.
"Where were you out at all night?", Soul stands, taking a step towards him. He feels threatened- like a male cat being introduced to another male cat in the same territory.
Saint tilts his head, as if he had just been asked if the sky is blue and the grass is green. "I was making sure BlackStar stayed in bed."
Tsubaki's eyes light up, and she pats the empty space next to her, where he sits himself down and starts to chat with her about BlackStar's condition, what he's doing, and so on. Crona gives him a sideways glance, but quickly looks away again. I wonder what's in store for them. Maybe they'll become best friends!
Suddenly, amidst the chatting and lighthearted fun, Ragnarok decides to pay a visit. He's still as small as ever after having all the souls he's eaten drained- and I doubt he'll ever become powerful enough to hurt Crona again. All he can do now is annoy him, and everyone else around him. Soul groans, and Kid grimaces as he pops out of Crona's back, shouting and flailing wildly.
"Ragnarok, Stop!", Crona whines as he sticks out his tongue, then finally stares at Saint.
Saint stares back, completely bewildered and astonished. He stands, walking behind Crona, and pokes Ragnarok, who in return, starts punching wildly at him. Most of us laugh, Crona included, but Saint still looks so intruiged- like Stein when he finds something new to dissect.
It's a bit creepy.
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Saint B. Kadmus
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"What is this little thing?", I ask, still poking it's face as he lands soft punches to my face and chest.
"Ragnarok. He used to be all big and annoying. Now he's just annoying", Soul gives it a toothy grin, sticking out his tongue.
"H-He's my weapon..", Crona finally says, trying his best to push Ragnarok back down.
"And he's a part of you?", I ask, pulling my hand away and admiring from a distance. I wonder how such a thing could happen. He was born like this? Fascinating.
He nods, and after cussing me out and giving me a few more punches, Ragnarok retreats into his spine. I sit next to Crona, a bit closer than yesterday, and give him a bright smile. I was right when I thought he was different. I do want to know more about him. After Surtr is dead, maybe I'll retreat with him someplace far away- I could study him. Yet, he's so timid- I'll have to help him with that.
"Saint, why don't you stay with Crona for a while? At least before we find you a permanent place to live", Maka suggests, making Crona's face light up red like a candle.
Permanent? It's adorable that she thinks I'm staying here after Surtr's dead... And a bit sad that she thinks she'll live through the ordeal. However, living with Crona will give me many opportunities to learn more about him- and I'll be able to avoid any conflict with Soul. I'd prefer he likes me before we battle Surtr.
"That sounds great", I smile warmly at Crona, who looks horrified and nervous. My smile turns crooked. "That is.. if it's okay with you?"
He looks at Maka for assistance that she doesn't give, and finally looks at me, fiddling with his thumbs. "U-Uh.. Yeah. Yeah! That'd be.. fun..", He finally blurts out, his face still bright red.
I chuckle, and look back at Maka, who just gives me a sly thumbs up. Kid looks suspicious, but brushes it off. What are they planning here, exactly? I shouldn't worry too much about it, they are all just teenagers.
I just hope I'll be a good roommate.
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I Don't Have a Meister...//SoulEater
FanfictionI was used to kill my meister, my true meister, The Norse God Freyr. I watched him die, I saw the betrayal in his eyes- and there was nothing I could do to stop it. After his death, found a place to hide out for centuries, regaining enough strength...
