Soul Eater - A Soul That Feels

The Side

Stein slowly sat down. "Okay."

Kami slid the file towards him. "We were told not to read it until you got up." She lifted her hand off the file and clasped them in her lap. "But we'll tell you what we know so far in the situation regarding To." She took a deep breath. "We were able to locate her due to her massive wavelength now that she's consumed by madness. It seems that she's in search of the last few pages of the Book of Eibon. However, it would appear she's not in control of herself due to the madness inside her. She's unable to communicate with the outside world, even through her wavelength." Kami's eyes met with Stein's. "She's not capable of consciously knowing what she's doing."

Stein nodded. "That sounds about right for a madness wavelength."

Spirit sighed and looked at Stein. "Sempai, do you understand what this means?"

Stein smiled and clasped his hands together. His eyes were sorrowful. "She's drawn to large amounts of chaos. Noah has so much of that within him, as well as the Chainsaw, Giriko. She'll follow them to the death."

Spirit touched Stein's shoulder from behind his chair. "Then you know what we have to find out."

Stein looked at the file. "Yeah."

-Giriko-

"Why'd I wind up babysitting you?" he grumbled as he kicked over an almost collapsed, dead tree. "This place is swarming with ugly trees and all kinds of disgusting stuff." He took notice that Torrent was still moving. "Oi!"

She stopped and knelt down. She seemed to be examining something.

Giriko sighed and walked up behind her. He was just leaning forward when he felt the madness and blood lust in his soul being sucked out. He gasped as a wave of calm washed over him and he looked down at To. She was pulling it from within him.

Giriko took a step back and that familiar taste for blood returned. He blinked and then kicked her in the back, making her face-plant into the soggy mud. "Bleh. Stay there." He started looking around.

Torrent's soul suddenly expanded and Giriko felt that feeling of something safe and warm. He turned slowly and noticed Torrent's blank face was wide with shock and she almost seemed to be reaching out. But she was still sitting in the mud.

Wind picked up around her and a shock wave sliced through the air at her head level. But it didn't damage anything or cause any wind, just a ripple of light change before she slumped in her little perch.

She'd been doing that whenever Giriko got too close. He scratched his cheek and looked away. "Creepy."

Torrent's muddy hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, dragging his hand out of his pocket. She smiled up at him and gently tugged.

Giriko crouched down. "What?"

She put his hand on the dry dirt and he felt it.

Rumbling.

Something big was moving and he looked up at her.

Torrent's wavelength touched his and he could feel the stampede of hungry boars running towards their favorite watering hole. They were just passing by the duo. But the feeling in the ground was like a minor earthquake running through.

Giriko felt a smile on his lips and looked at his hand on the dry dirt. It felt unusually good to feel animals running by and struggling to survive. But at the same time, it let him know that Torrent, the Cat Witch, was under all that darkness. That she was still trying to retain herself.

Giriko lifted his hand off the dirt and got up. He stretched. "C'mon. Find the next page and we can go back."

She nodded and got to her feet. She started to pat her cloths off. The mud was falling off her in flakes, like she had dried it up. As Torrent's hands pat herself clean, the bits of dirt chunked to the ground and Giriko watched with shock as she stood up and smiled at him.

She was beautiful when she smiled. She was... probably the only girl Giriko could see being an angel of some kind with broken wings and a need to rise. Still, the sun broke through the trees just so and it fell on her face, lighting her up.

Giriko held his hand out. "C'mon, let's go."

She ran over and took his arm instead. Torrent must've been a sweet girl way back when. But something must have made her into such an emotionless woman. Still, right now, Giriko was more concerned with how much circulation he'd have to his fingers.