Soul Eater - A Soul That Feels

They Converge

-Justin-

He blinked. "You want us to capture the Cat Witch?"

Noah nodded, slumped in his chair. "She's been awakened for the first time in ten years. She's stirring in her grave, as it were." He looked bored as he turned his head to the side before he patted Gopher on the head. "For now, go, bring her back. Take Giriko with you. I'm sure his skills with the Madness Wavelength will help." He looked out of the corner of his eye at Justin. "Don't let her touch you, though."

Justin was about to ask when Giriko's strong grip stopped him. "We got it. Can we go?"

Giriko steered Justin out and let him go. "I'll tell you, but we gotta go back to a village called Bermesk."

Justin looked worried. "She's still there?"

"That's where her friends heartlessly sealed her to the earth, yeah." Giriko raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Justin shook his head. "Tell me, why can't she touch me?"

"Or me." Giriko crouched down to pick up the little piece of blade that had fallen out of his pocket earlier. "You see, she's not fully a witch." He stood up and stuck it in his pocket. "We're gonna need a golem to get her."

"So, in your terms, we have to detour through Lowe?"

Giriko shrugged. "We gotta hurry. Chances are, the Shibusen are sending a team to collect her, too."

-Kid-

He sighed and put his hands on his hips. "How much longer?"

Stein shrugged, his stance clearly saying his legs were hurting from standing still. "She said she'd be here by now."

Maka was antsy and Kid could clearly understand.

Kami was coming to get them. She had to complete the team of three-star Meisters. But it was also going to be the head of the two one-star Meister groups that were coming with.

Ox Ford looked at Maka as she started to rub her toes together.

There was a sudden "woosh" sound and Kami came swooping down from the air. She landed with a rather large cycle of some kind with five wheels. The front wheel and a four-wheeled cart or something behind her.

She brushed her long, sandy blond hair over her shoulder as she pulled the dust-ridden goggles over her forehead to rest on the crown of her head. She opened her piercing hazel eyes and smiled at Maka. "Yo."

Spirit ran forward and hugged her, but Kami didn't hug back, nor did she punch him away.

Kid walked forward. "Hello. It's an honor to meet such a Meister as yourself."

She smiled and touched his head. "You sound just like her."

Kid blinked. "Huh?"

Kami shook her head. "You sound like an old friend of mine, To."

"Her name was 'toe'?" Kid repeated.

"Sorta. Shall we be off then?" Kami kicked the engine back on and smiled as they loaded up. But they were short one space.

Stein sat behind Kami on the motorcycle part in the front. He fastened the helmet on before he gave her a thumbs up that they were ready.

Kid watched the back of Stein's head. Something about his soul's wavelength told Kid this wasn't going to be an easy lesson. Not even in the slightest.

-Bermesk-

"Someone's coming."

She slowly moved her head so her forehead touched those cold stones. Slowly, she lifted her arm and the chains dragged along the cold stones. She crawled her hand forward.

"But who would want to see you? You're ugly and old."

She began to move her other arm. It chinked and clinked as she put her hand in front of her other one and began to pull. Her black nails dug into the stones, cracking them.

"Someone wants to see me."

She had been trying to drag herself away from the seal for nearly a year now. The madness had helped. It had sent her soul into a down-ward spiral to her own special blend of madness. She was in her own world in that dark, almost unwanted hallway she'd been sealed in.

"Who wants to see such a sight?" A foot came down and caught the tail ends of her thirteen-foot chains. "You're such an eyesore."

"Please." She didn't beg. She just stated. But she suddenly felt the pulse of another madness in her and she was able to get to all fours and crawl. She had breached the second wall of seals. "I want to be outside to smile and greet them."

A hand grabbed her long, tangled mess of hair with it's dried blood sploches and pulled her head up. "But they don't like you. They left you here to die. You're nothing special. Just plain ol' trash."

She reached out her hand and dug her nails into the stones, pulling herself forward.

"I want to see his face before I die."