A night in Paris

We're gonna need a bigger bike

Author's note: Ok so I was planning on writing a really soppy romantic fic about Maka and Soul because I love them and they are meant to be, but I got side tracked and wrote this. Sorry if everyone's a little ooc I haven't watched the show in a while and this is my first fan fiction. 

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater.

"HoLY SHIT" Maka shouted as the motorcycle made an especially sharp turn, nearly causing her to fall off.

"Hey, you think you can shout any louder back there?" Soul grunted to his partner as he narrowly evaded another pedestrian. They were attempting to lead a Kishin to Black Star and Tsubaki to trap it. "I don't think all of Paris heard you."

Maka opened her mouth to retort but was cut off when something sharp grazed her ankle followed by a worrying pop.

"Shit hold on!" Soul screeched, trying but failing to regain control of the vehicle seeing that one of the very limited, two wheels was flattening.

Soul grabbed Maka's jacket and yanked her off the cycle with him just before the thing flipped. He wrapped his arms around Maka and they hit the pavement hard, rolling away from the now flaming motorcycle. They ended up on their sides facing each other.

Maka jumped to her feet wasting no time motioning for Soul to transform to his scythe form. The Kishin rushed them throwing ninja stars  which Maka easily deflected. He wasn't a very high level threat, but there was a reason why they were leading him into a trap and not simply taking him out on their own. Their orders were to bring him in alive. Hell if they knew why.

"Maka!" Soul shouted as the deranged man managed to graze her face "Forget orders we should just take this guy out, attack him!"

"No! Soul, you heard what Death God said; this is important! We have to do this right" She grunted as the Kishin got in another lucky hit. "We can get him to Black Star and Tsubaki they're not far!"

Maka jumped back from the dark ninja, putting enough distance between the two and threw Soul in his scythe form onto the nearest fire escape. Soul transformed in midair, gabbing the ladder and climbing the stairs and fast as he could. 

"You better be right about this" He muttered to himself.

----------------------------------------------------------Maka POV--------------------------

Maka took a breath and assessed the situation. Ok she is in combat with a Kishin in an unfamiliar city with no backup and she just thew her only method of defense into a building. She was going to die.

Putting on a brave face she grabbed a pipe and charged her opponent head on. The Kishin put it's arms up in defense prepared to smack that pipe right out of the Meister's hands, but at the last second Maka dropped low and crawled between the ninja's legs. She jumped up behind the monster and before it knew what was happening she was on it's back with the pipe over it's throat choking it out. The Kishin swung her around trying to fling her off but she clung on with sheer force of will. At this point she only had two thoughts in mind: 1) if this thing throws me off of it's back I'm dead, 2) Soul owes me twenty bucks, and I will be dammed if he gets to cop out of this. She was knocked out of her thoughts by the best sound in the universe.

A circus truck with clowns painted on the sides came barreling down the road blasting that song from Madagascar (this one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=slMub4NtrSk --I highly suggest you listen to this for the rest of the scene). Black Star was on top of the truck wielding Tsubaki in her chain scythe form, using her as a microphone.

Soul stuck his head out the driver's side window grinning wildly, "Maka, outa the way!"

Maka had no idea what Soul's new plan was, but seeing him drive that circus truck, she trusted him. With a final club to the face Maka leaped off of the Kishin and ran into a nearby alley.

She saw Soul take out a brick and then leap out of the truck himself and run into her alley to meet her. 

---------------------------------------------------------Black Star and Tsubaki POV--------------

Tsubaki transformed into her sword form and Black Star stabbed into the hood of the truck and clung to the sword. The truck rammed into the Kishin and jerked forward harshly, Black Star was nearly thrown off but his hold on the sword kept him on the ridiculous vehicle. He glanced carefully at the front of the truck and sure enough, the kishin was on the windshield. Tsubaki transformed back into her chain scythe form and Black Star threw her through the passenger window and around the windshield trapping the kishin to the car.

-----------------------------------------------------------back to Soul and Maka----------------

Soul and Maka arrived breathless to Black Star and Tsubaki tying up the Kishin with a glowing green cord. The circus truck looked rather worse for wear, with windows completely shattered and blood on the windshield, but somehow the only part of the car that was still working was the stereo, still blasting that song from Madagascar.

"We--we *wheeze*, we ran all the way here" Soul started incredulously still trying to catch his breath.

"To find that you guys had already taken care of everything!?" Maka finished for Soul who was now bent over dry heaving.

"you should really join me on my morning run next time" She whispered to her weapon, he waved her off muttering something she didn't hear, which is probably best for the health of the weapon.

"The legendary BLACK STAR will take this from here!" the overzealous Meister yelled in his usual boasting manor.

"Black Star's right," Tsubaki pushed when Maka moved to object.

"Well that's not something you hear everyday" Soul whispered to his Meister. Maka snorted.

Tsubaki continued, "We can take the Kishin back to Death City he's practically harmless now with these strength restricting tethers," She gestured to the green ropes tied around their captor, "you guys enjoy your night in Paris."

Maka looked less than satisfied, but a newly rejuvenated Soul interrupted her, "Cmon, Maka, It'll be fun! We deserve a break." Soul wriggled his eyebrows at her and Maka rolled her eyes but said, "fine."

Soul grinned, "Guess I'm gonna need a new bike."