A Little Tale of Weapon and Meister (Soul Eater)

Chapters 3-16

(So I'm going to try to post the rest of the finished chapters into this one part. Hopefully it'll go well.... Damn Wattpad argh you make this to complicated. Anyways enjoy!)

Chapter 3

I swear if that kid kicks the back of my seat one more time I will…what should I do, maybe I'll just yell at him. No that'll make a scene, that's it I'll just nicely ask his mom to ask him to stop, yeah that makes sense…right? James thought as the kid behind him began kicking his back repeatedly again. It was going to be a long flight to Japan and they hadn't even taken off. James got out of his seat and turned around looking straight at the boy's mom, trying to ignore the boy who was still kicking.

"Hello ma'am, do you mind asking your son to please, please stop kicking my seat." James gave her his best smile for a little extra.

"Sure, I'm sorry about that, Tamaki stop it." The lady held her sons legs still and the boy just looked at her and stuck his tongue out. James sighed and slid back into his seat. He looked at Tara who had fallen asleep already. Her earbuds were blocking any noise they were so loud. James was looking out the window when the boy started kicking again. That's it; I'm not going to hold back this time. As he was getting up the boy kicked extremely hard and James' face smashed into the seat in front of him.

They arrived at 7:00 am (it took me a really long time just figuring out what time it would get there if it left at 4:00 pm, so don't judge my math!) and took a bus to the little village where their targets were. By the time they got there Tara was fully awake and noticed that James was holding a bag of ice to his nose. She was about to ask but she noticed he was in a really foul mood. So they wandered casually into the village, it was a quaint little fishing village on the coast. But of course there was something off about it, there were people alright just wandering around minding their own business. It felt so empty though, like something was restraining them, all of their movements looked as if they were being watched. They ignored the new comers, most just gave them longing looks as if they were envious that they were free. But free from what?

"I really don't like this. Why don't they at least say hello?" Tara said moving in closer to James. James straight faced walked up to one of the villagers, he said hello, but the villager backed away like he was cursed and mumbled something about strangers aren't welcome here. James looked at Tara and shrugged. They wandered around for a bit and eventually came to the end of the village were they came across a temple. It was very old but it had been trashed, graffiti sprayed all over the pillars, beer cans scattered across the porch. The graffiti was in Japanese and there was a banner across the doors that were black and red with a sinister looking cat face with claw marks across its face.

"This must be the place, where the Quinn sisters are hiding. You know I thought it was going to be a little more flashier, since they're assassins, more darker, death stuff not trash." Tara kicked a can to the side and began to open the door.

James stopped her. "Wait, we should sneak in. Just to be sure that there aren't any traps."

Tara smiled to herself, an assassination on assassins, perfect. Tara took out James' holder so she could place him on her back while he was in weapon form. She jumped up to the rafters, and looked around to see if there was a vent. There, she slowly undid it and slipped through, carefully making sure James didn't hit the top. The inside of the temple was worse than the outside; it looked as though there had been a fight here too. Most of the pillars had been smashed to splinters. Tara could hear two voices yelling at one another, down farther into the temple. She slowly snuck through the rafters of the temple and came across their targets. One was sitting in the lap of what used to be some deity before they had cut its head off. The one sitting had shaven half her head and had dyed the other half a deep purple. The other who was standing yelling at her sister was actually really normal looking; she wore her long black hair in a bun and was wearing a nice yellow spring dress.