Good Enough Ch 1

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Good Enough



Chapter 1




This is a yuri fanfiction for soul eater. Staring Mizune and Blair.
Rated for suggestive themes and Language.


"This is so uncool, not to mention annoying." Soul kicked some rocks and watched them pitter patter down the road, but as the rocks came to a stop his partner walked infront of him and turned around to face him.
He stopped to aviod hitting her. "What is it Maka?" Crossing her arms she sighed and tilted her head towards her friends. "Lord Death said that there was witch activity. And unfortunatly my father and all of the other available Death Scythes aren't available right know, so we are just supposed to scope the scene and not engage unless needed." The female miester looked at one person in particular. "I repeat DO NOT ENGAGE UNLESS NEEDED." "Yeah yeah yeah I got it, I got it, I got it."
Everyone knew him better. It WAS Black☆Star after all. Always screaming "I will surpass god!" Honestly Maka had no idea why Tsubaki was his partner. He was so loud and arrogant but she was the excact opposite. Not to mention how developed she was, it wasn't her fault but it made her miester look even younger. She was only 14-16 years old. She was a tall, attractive and rather well-endowed young woman of japanese descent. The young weapon wore a yellow, sleeveless outfit with a skirt end that had a slit down the side with a bright yellow star on the right side of her chest. She had a dark brown scarf and one dark brown stocking on her right leg that started just above the knee and white boots. Her sash looked like Black☆Star's except it was around her waist. She had long black hair tied up in a pontytail with large innocent indigo eyes.
Tsubaki saw that Maka was concerned for her miester. She mouthed 'I'll keep him under controll.' with wich Maka replied with a gratefull nod and started walking again. But to be honest she was worried too.
One member however was happily skipping around singing a song she apparently just made for this occasion. "We are goin' on a witch hunt! Spells and  gouls with tricks and fools," the young girl gripped both hands together with her index and middle finger on one hand sticking out like a gun, "pow pow bang! We gettin' us a witchy woman!"
The song only made her older sister scared, wich caused her to cling onto her younger sibling with white knuckles, much to her amusement. "P-p-patty don't talk about stuff like that!" "Hehehe, i'm sorry sis."
Suddenly they all stopped when Maka pointed to the sky. "What's that?" They all looked were the young brunette was pointing and saw that there were little black dots moving in the sky. Like small little black shooting stars. But they kept getting closer...as if they really were falling... The objects suddenly picked up speed. Down, they all suddenly flew down. Right for them.
No one knew what happened next. There was a wooshing noise, a bright light, and everyone was face down in the dirt. Someone was screaming, "Oh god, Oh god, Oh god, Oh god!"
Her friends were scrambling to get back on their feet. "What in the hell whas that!?" None of them knew, so they looked to Maka for guidance.
She opened her mouth but closed it just as quickly. Holding her left hand to to her mouth she lifted her index finger signaling them to be quiet. Using her other hand she pointed to the debris.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary...except that half of the block looked as though a war had happened. It was caught being the mediator of destruction and an explosion. Scorched bricks, few walls, and roofing that came tumbling down at the slightest breeze was the only evidence left of a once surburban neighborhood.
Then they heard it. Soft and first, but then it began to grow. It was someones footsteps, footsteps of someone confident. Confident and powerfull.
Death The Kid, also known as Kid by friends and family, flicked his wrists wich his weapons would understand as a signal to take thier forms as pistols. He would never admit it, but he loved watching them transform. The way thier bodies would be engulfed in a bright pink light as they spun up into the sky. Then two pistols would emerge still spinning, and come land into his hands perfectly. It was all so beautifully symmetrical he would have cried.
"Tusbaki!" His friend the "assasin" ofcourse would not know the need or importance of the element of surprise againts a witch so he shouted his weapons name wich caused her to flinch and look around nervously.
She too tranformed into her weapon form, her chaine wrapping around him protectivly as he gripped her sickled ends. "Let's get 'em yahoo!" "Black☆Star, please be quiet." She tried, as usuall, and failed. He was so stubborn.
Looking over a bit he saw that Soul was already half way there, his left arm taking the form of a blade as he and maka joined hands. Then with a flash of a white light, he was in his scythe form with Maka gripping him with the confidence that only a prized student of the DWMA could have. "Ready Soul?" "Tch," showing a flashy a grin wich reaveled his abnormally sharp teeth was his only response.
The footsteps stoped causing everyone to tensen, maka looked to everyone, "Here it comes..."
"Hey big sis, what's that?"
"What's what patty?"
"I think I see someone who wants to play games!"
"Where?"
In the blank space in wich a weapons mind resides in thier alternate form, wich none of them really could understand to be true, Patricia "Patty" stood with her sister Elizabeth "Liz" Thompson. They could see eacthother, though they couldn't see Tsubaki or Soul. Perhaps it was because of thier shared blood, or maybe it was because they had the same weapon form. Who knows?
Patty pointed to where most of dust had acumilated. Liz took note and vocalized the position for her miester. "About 95 ° To your right kid. On that building." Nodding kid repeated what his weapon had said so the others would hear.
Everyone strained thier eyes but couldn't see anything. "I don't see anything!" "Be paitent Black*Star." Maka closed her eyes and felt a familiar feeling. She never told Soul, or anyone for that matter, that in order to see souls she had to go through something painfull everytime. Normally her eyes were made to were she had no pupils even though she could see just fine without them. Soon after becoming a miester she found that she could split her iris's a bit creating a hole in the middle, creating a pupil. She did it often when needed or curious even though it caused her much pain. A docter once suggested that she was born that way for a reason. Even though he said it in a way she still has difficulty understanding today, "The moment you walked in here you had a look of otherness, its as though your eyes see things much to far,  with thoughts that have a potential to wander of the edge of this world..."
Opening her eyes she looked again, the dust had dissapeared and there was a siloutte like Patty had said. But she could see something that the younger Thompson sister couldn't. There was a soul in the middle.
This person was good at hiding there soul wavelength. "Anything?" She looked at the blade of her scythe partner. In the shimmering metal of jagged black and red she could see him. "Yeah, but not enough." He nodded, "ready when you are."
Soul had something unique about him, just as his miester Maka did. Being a musicion he could hear the soul and it's wavelength, unlike Maka as she can only see it. Though he could only access this through a soul resonance, wich not only did that, but improved his miesters sensitivity towards souls as well.
As they began Soul was once again was in the black room. A room wich was created in his mind after the "accident" with Crona in wich they exchanged blood. The candles were lit, the piano was ready, and his tuxedo was as black as ever. Maybe this time he could aviod an encounter with that thing...
Sitting down he stretched his arms and fingers gazing down at the keyboard. All of the white and black keys staring back at him as though it were an evil chess board and he was about to make the first move. Bringing his hands down slowly he put his ring finger on a key and waited. The gears began spinning and their souls connected. He brought his hands down violently and played a minor chord, black and purple lights streaming from the pressed keys.
Maka smiled, she could hear it, even though it was faint, "Soul-" "I'm on it." Unlike his meister the music from this soul was coarsing through him. Vibrating in his eardrums. "Do you recognize the notes soul~ Or do you need my help? Hmmm?" Damnit it was that goblin thing again. "No thanks, I can do this on my own." The only response he recieved was a chuckle. Growling he began to play, E A C D E E A C D C E D C B C D E D D A B A G A...
"Ok soul." She stopped resonating with him. He was no longer in the black room in wich he sighed in relief.
Kid looked at her, "Well?" Gripping Soul tighter than neccesary she gritted her teeth, "It's a witch alright." On that Black☆Star took his "que" and raced forward, even though he couldn't see anything. Thrusting an arm forward he launched Tsubaki into the unknown mist of dust. The witch had dodged his attack.
Though he failed at hitting her, the dust had been cleared through the motion alone. "I want you to see my face nice and clear when I take your soul, so stop hiding in that shit and fight!" The witch had disappeared from view but the response he recieved was a very small rock hitting him in the eye.
"AUGH MY EYE!" The miester had dropped his weapon and was franticly rubbing his eye. Tsubaki, the said dropped weapon, had regained her human form and was trying to help him. "Don't rub it Black☆Star you'll scratch it!"
"Hmph." With a slight gasp Black☆Star was launched backwards from a kick to to head. "Black☆Star!"As the weapon ran to her miester the others were able to get a good look at their foe.
It was a woman who appeared to be 21-30 years old. She was quite tall with curves in all the right places. She had short pink hair that framed her face with very deep amber eyes. She wore two conicle shaped cloaks, one begining below her chin stoping around the chest area wich barely covered her large breasts, the other begining below her stomach stoping above her feet. Both cloaks were black with white trimming and vertical stripes. She wore a hat that looked somewhat like a mouse, the tip forming a nose and the flaps forming ears and eyes. Her bellybutton had six tattoo like markings around it.
This was not just any witch they were up againts. This witch was about to change their lives, and her name was Mizune.


The job was done. Eureka had gotten the ingrediants they needed for one of Lady Medusa's new potions when little DWMA brats showed up. They were getting a bit close too. The five sisters gathered around their friend and chi'd her the news of the upcomming threat. She looked scared.
"Maybe I can cause a distraction by blowing something up ribbit." "Chi chi ch-chi. Chi."
"Your right, that would be to obvious." Suddenly the sisters began to chi all at once. "I can't understand you guys when you do that ribbit!"
Talking amongts themselves they settled thier plan. The eldest turned towards Eureka, "Chi chichi chi, chi chi-i chi ch chi." "No I will not! Ribbit!"
"Chi."
"No."
"Chi."
"No!"
"Chi."
"No!"
"Chi!"
Eureka opened her mouth but then shut it when they heard someone scream a name. Something about assasins and video games...? Eureka looked very distressed. The eldest sister began snapping her fingers to a sort of jazz rythem and began their incantation. The other siblings joined quickly and upon stacking themselves upon one another combined into their x5 form.
Mizune quickly grabbed her shoulder's and began whispering harshly, "Listen, I don't give a damn what you say or think right know. You have the stuff know go. I'll lead them away from you and we can meet up later." Knowing her friend all to well she clamped a hand over her mouth stopping any objection from being said. "Just make something explode, it will be easier getting their attention that way."
Eureka could tell they...she...yeah she was serious and was not about to take no for an answer. "Ok...ribbit." She couldn't look her friend in the eyes even though Mizune smiled, a rare sight. "Know make scarce of yourself."
Her frog-like friend nodded and with a quick spell made some of her infamous tadpole bombs, one of wich was abnormally large wich she would use as transportation. "Where do you want me to do it? Ribbit." The mouse witch flicked her wrists in dismisall and looked the other way, "I don't care." Eureka sighed. "Good luck, ribbit."
Her tadpoles looked eager, and were quickly sent out to do their job, wich they did very well.
"That explosion looked like it did what was intented, and more." She walked to were she suspected the students would be but the cloud of dust was very thick, too thick to see through. It was obvious that there were children behind it though...if she heard right one identified her as a witch. Oh shit!
A chained sickle came slicing through as though the air was as thick as butter. It was a close call. Landing upon one of the buildings that was recently demolished, she looked at the miester who threw the weapon at her.
It was a young boy who appeared to be of japanese decent. He must have been about 13-15 years old. The most stricking thing thoguh was his spiky blue hair, the spikes where in the shape of a star... It was sad, he didn't appear very tall at all, but the muscular build was ridiculous! The outfit was a sleevless black shirt with a funnel collar. His trousers were white that turned black from the knee down, just short on being full length. On the front of the collar two short stripes of grey adorned with rivets streched down from the top, down to the breast of his shirt. Similar material that wrapped around his neck took the form of a scarf, around his wrists, and in the form of a belt. On the boys hands he wore dark grey fingerless gloves with what looked like to be heavy wrist weights. There was a band going across each that adorned a star. His footwear was very basic. Black boots with white tips, and another star shape visible on the toe of each foot. There also seemed to be a tattoo of a star on his right shoulder...
'He must be really obsessed with stars.'
'I guess, thats the norm. for a wannabe star-clan child.'
'I think he might be one...he's really toned too! Mmm mmm!'
She shook her head vigoursly, the last thing needed would be those vioces right know. "...fight!" 'What a cocky little bitch!' She could agree with that one. Looking down at the mess wich was know the ground there was a small pebble that the witch picked up. 'I bet you he cries like a little-' Giving her head one last good shake she tossed the small rock directly into his eye.


That was ten minuted ago.


After fighting the students the one called "Kid" shot her. It didn't hurt that bad but it left her in the open wich a blue-haired boy took advantage of. Know she was desperetly trying to flee the city.
"Umpf." She slumped into an alleyway behind a trashbin. It smelled like fish back there. Not to mention everything was wet and muggy for no good reason. She loooked out gripping her stomach, wich still hurt like a bitch, seeing how far the kids were behind. "Nng!" Looking down at the ground she could see the mess she just made. Most of the contents were obscured from view due to the large amount of blood, and it was obvious she was in no condition to fight back. "That child hits remorselessy...He even caused me empty my stomach..."
"Well well well...fancy seeing you here. And with all that blood too!" That mocking voice...know where had she heard it before?
She felt something soft and fuzzy touch her lower abdomin. "Miss me?" 'Ugh! Not her!'
It was a small black cat with almost glowing bright yellow eyes. The cat wore a collar with a small medalion that had three triangles engraved on it to resemble a pumpkin. She also wore a small black witches had that curled at the end.
This cat was known as Blair, or Bu-tan by the boys at clubs.
"What do you want." Blair grinned mischeviously, obviously enjoying herself. "I was just on my nightly walk when I saw this big explosion! It was so big...and scary! I thought my friends were hurt so I was on my way to help. Then I heard what sounded like a drunk "loosing his cool" back in this allyway so I went to investigate. And who did I find? A witch! But not just any witch oh no. It's you! The Mizune sisters...minus one member that is-" At that comment the witch lept towards the cat in an attempt to strangle her, but she was to slow and wounded.
"Ohhhh did I strike a nerve? Well you missed so try again. I don't mind playing with you untill Maka arrives." Blair's tail began twitching eargerly, but all Mizune did was give her a spine-chilling stare. "Cat got your tounge?" When she didn't say anything Blair tilted her head. "To soon?"
Mizune looked around and sighed in defeat. "I require your aid."
"Huh?"
"Your soul can obscure the connotation of my soul."
"....English please."
"I need your help."
"I got that part."
Mizune growled in pain and frustration.
"Your soul has a magical sense in your wavelength..."
"Mmhmm."
"But everyone knows your not a witch and your a ally of the DWMA..."
"Yeah..."
"So if you were to help me hide, know one would wonder or be suspicous of the magic wavelength around you, especially if I use Soul Protect."
"And why would I do that?"
"....I can pay you back in whatever shape, way, or form."
Blair looked up into the sky thoughtfully. "I dunno..." Mizune knew what she wanted. "Do I have to?" There was that devilish smirk again.
Wincing at the waves of pain comming from her stomach she swallowed her pride, wich took alot of work. "Please. I-I b-be-beg you..."
she had never seen that annoying cat look more pleased about anything than she was right know. "Ofcourse I will! Pu-pu-pum-pumkin!" With a puff of purple smoke she was in her vulgarious human form.
She looked young, tall (even though Mizune was slightly taller), sexy, with a very alluring figure. Mizune wasn't afraid to admit to that. Not to mention very large breasts. Her hair was violet and short with long strands on each side of her face that curled up and around to resemble a cats tail. The collar she wore as a cat could still be seen. The black witch's hat  was also slightly bigger, wich initially hid her two cat ears that had a fluffy pink tip. She still retained her bright yellow cat eyes. When smiling two little sharp fangs, like a cats, could be seen.
Blair crossed her arms looking down at the pitifull condition of the mouse-witch. "Well you mi-" Her head snapped quickly in the other direction, faster than any human could manage. It stopped her in mid sentence. It was faint but she could hear Maka and the others aproaching. Without even turning she started giving Mizune instructions, "Ok, their on their way. I suggest you use that 'soul protect' thingy you were talking about. Maka will think she was just detecting my soul. Stay here."
The cat-lady didn't turn to see if she nodded or not but walked out to greet her friends. As usuall Maka had her greyish-blonde hair in two adorable side ponytails. Her red plaid skirt was covered with dirt, what a shame. The black cloak, wich covered the usuall school attair she wore, with white sleeve tips and white gloves was also dirty as well. The miester looked determined, her green pupiless eyes looking around furiously. Like her friend Black☆Star she looked around 13-16 years old. "Blair is that you?!"
Blair ran up to them, "You guys ok!?! I saw that gaint explosion and I got worried..." Kid answered for her, "It was a witch, we are all fine." Black☆Star flexed to confirm the statement. "Yeah and speaking of witches have you seen one? She's probobly crying her eyes out because she's scared the GREAT BLACK☆STAR will get her." Trying to look concerened and confused, instead of annoyed, she shook her head 'no'.
To be honest she felt bad for Maka as her friends started yelling at her, saying her senses were slipping. Half of her wanted to confirm it... 'Ugh that witch better make it worthwile.'
"I'm telling you guys it wasn't Blair I was sensing! It was that witch, I swear it!" Soul responded, a big mistake. "Blah-blah-blah. People just don't disappear like that Maka. Just accept that sh-" "MAKA CHOP!" Bringing a book down hard onto the head of the scythe she easily K.O.'d her partner. Blair reminded herself to ask where she keept those later.
Kid turned to her, even though the others were filthy he looked spotless. It must be his OCD thing about symmetry. Wich to her was stupid, he wasn't even symmetrical himself! Always wearing the same black tuxedo with various white stripes (all symetricly placed ofcourse) with his fathers skull on his collar. (his daddy was Lord Death) He was extremly pale with metal skull rings on both of his middle fingers. One stunning thing though would be his eyes, half yellow and half amber rings. Like two circles, or a dart board. The part were he wasn't symmetrical though would be his hair. It was black and short wich cutely curled outwards at the bottom. Ofcourse it was aranged OCD-OK but no matter how many times the young reaper would try to dye his hair, he could not get rid of the three white horizantal lines that started directly in the middle and then continued only to cover half of his head.
"Ok then we will be on our way. Have a nice night Blair." "You too Kid!" They all walked away quickly, still giving Maka hell. Blair sighed and walked back to the alleyway. On her way there she looked up at the moon. It still looked creepy. That grin with blood dripping from its mouth gave her chills. She knew that it represented innocent blood being spilled but where did it come from? 'That's a question for a later time I guess...'
"Hey the coast is clear. Oh, and I guess I should ask are you OK?" She peered her head in, 'it smells good back here!' but didn't see her. It was just an empty alleyway. "You dead?" Upon recieving no response she walked back out highly pissed. "You did NOT just use me as a distraction!?!!"
"No I didn't-" "Aaaah!" Blair jumped up in fright, her hair classicly standing straight up like a scared cat's. She turned around and there the mouse witch was, standing right behind her, even though slumped over and using the wall for support. "Don't do that!" Staring at the ground Blair calmed down quickly as she took deep breaths and began rubbing her temples with one hand. The other one was on her hip. "What?" Looking up from the ground the cat woman stated, "And why were you behind me and not in the alleyway?" Mizune shrugged much to Blair's annoyance. "I had to make sure you were actually sucouring me instead of making me a sitting duck." The cat lady sighed and slumped over towards the ground almost touching it, "Why do you have to use such big words all the time?"
The other woman shrugged again, "It's not my fault your fatuous." Blair looked up not letting Mizune see her gritt her teeth, she knew atleast that was an insult. "But can we cut the small-chat, I need to repose. 'Rest' incase you didn't get that."
The magical cat turned around and thought for a moment or two before turning around abruptly with her left hand and pointed index finger upin the air. With her right hand she had snapped her fingers. "Got it!" "Hm?"
Blair had never told anyone, it was a gaint magic-persons-only-or-you-die-seceret, but there was an illegal underground 'hotel' in the slum part of Death City. It was old and abandoned when a friend of hers found it, fixed it up like new, and then started refuging magical creatures of all kinds. For the right payment ofcourse. One time her friend had described herself, "Like that black lady who helped slaves cross the border. Except i'm not black, old, and ugly. And this ain't no godamned 'underground railrode'! This is an 'underground church of god' (obviously not true)! Get on my level Tumbman-what's-your-face-it." She was very sarcastic and had a southern accent. But the whole thing was 'sorta 'black market'. Everyone knew about it. The people who used it were everywhere. But only with the right connections could you get in. Not to mention it was illegal.
She took a big breath and began to explain, "OK. There is this place refer'd to as the 'Underground Misionary'. I'm sure you've heard of it, and if you've heard of it you know what the purpose of it is then. Well my friend owned and founded the place and I think I can get you a room for a night or two. But if you tell anyone, they will hand you over to the DWMA a.s.a.p. without hesitation."
The other woman sighed with relief and nodded. She was actually impressed/thankfull Blair had connections like that. "How far away?" The violet haired cat turned her head to the right, "Not very far in cat-o-miles but in human perspective...hmmmm...on the other side of the city." Mizune slapped herself on the forehead. "And how am I supposed to cross town without being percieved by the students pursuing me?" With a shrug Blair turned back into her cat form, "Just stick to the shadows I guess." "We're screwed."

"Ugh, huh? Adhuc sum vivus surrexerit!" She ignored the confused look Blair gave her, for when your polylingual (you speak every language in the world) you sometimes slip by accident. "I said we made it." "Oh..."
It was hard to see untill her 'savior' lit one of her conjured pumpkin candles. "We just made it across town, we still have to go down the tunnel and get you in."
The scene was like something from a Stephen King book. The It or maybe Insomnia. If you read him it's your pick. The easiest way to describe it would be it was like a sewer tunnel with large concrete walls. Blair led her in. The air was very moist, damp, and cold. 'I'd prefer to drink my water and not breath it thank you.' The area had a chilling feel about it and it got worse the deeper you went in. Eventually they started walking in water. Atleast she hoped it was water. It didn't get to deep as that cat could still walk with it only dampning the fur up to her belly. There were bugs and vegetation of all sorts crawling up the walls and swimming in the water. It was utterly disguisting.
Soon they come across and problem. Infront of her, the tunnel was bar'd shut and liquids of unknown content were pouring down a gaping hole that had appeared. The hole bowl'd out before actually forming a hole. Whatever fell down there wasn't getting back out. Did she mention it smelled awfull? You could taste it without even opening your mouth. Though her guide seemed to be enjoying herself. "Come on."
"What!?"
"We jump."
"Oh no we don't."
Blair sighed. Almost wanting to laugh and how digusted she was with everything. It wasn't bad once you knew the truth.
"Mizune, what your seeing isn't real."
"?"
"It's all a spell that messes with your senses. Not even an insane person would want to jump into a toilet bowl. If you could stand the smell that is. So it keeps intruders out."
"So it is all just a fabrication?"
"Mhm hm."
"Then what is actually there."
"Well the spell has it's limits. It only effects you starting at the mouth of the cave and ending right here. Once we've crossed the spell's borders you can see for yourself. But I know you don't trust me so i'll have to ruin the surprise."
"Surprise?"
"Yeah, have you ever been to Vegas?"
"Well considering that Death City is in Nevada just like Las Vegas and I reside near Death City that would be a safe conjecture."
"Yes or no."
"Yes."
"Well it looks like a 'Mini Vegas' down there."
"I could care less if it was the cure to cancer down there. You jump first."
Predictable. "Pu-pu-pumkin." With another puff off smoke she was in her human form. Typical, only wearing a black tanktop that was cut to show her midriff and cleavage (lots  of cleavage), long black fingerless gloves, and a little purple skirt. With black panty hose and her witch hat gone (probobly stored away somewhere using magic) she looked like an an anime fangirl going to a goth concert.
Turning to face the person she was saving she flashed a big grin and jumped feet first. What happened next made Mizune's jaw hang wide open.
When blair had jumped through it was like she pierced a liquid veil of some kind. Upon impact the whole area looked like it was just painted on a sheet of fabric and was allowing Blair to melt through without ripping it. Once she passed through she however was no longer visible. What was visible was the spell recovering from the pass. The veil-like-covering was shaking and rippling like someone had thrown a rock into water.  The rescuey dicided to jump.
It was one of the most obtuse experiances the mouse witch had ever had. The veil felt like water that wasn't wet. She just went right through. Once through however everything had turned black like her senses turned off.
Falling. She could tell she was falling.
Before hitting the ground she abruptly stopped, wich knocked what little wind she had out of her, hovered then fell. The wounded witch groned as she tried to regain her breath and slow down her heart beat. "What did you think? Fun isn't it!" "You're...insane," she panted between breaths. "Oh yeah I should have told you about the drop, stop, and fall...Oh well."
"I know....you did...that...on purpose." Once her face was pryed away from the ground she gave Blair the most intense 'death-look' she had gave to anyone. All that weeaboo-cat-girl did was stick out her tounge. "Instead of being pissed why don't you take a look around?" The woman took a deep bow and gestured to her surroundings with her right hand. "Tah-dah."
It was no hotel. It was a glitzy city situated in the underground system of Death City surrounded by dark black rocks that looked like an eternal night. It was surreal, fast-paced and almost a hyper-reality. This was a medium-sized city, that lives in the present, all day, and all night.  The events were plastered around town on all of the billboards. Flashy bright neon signs. If you walked around in this city, you would have to be blind not to know what was happening up-to-date. You know what happens when you throw a rock into a still pond or jump through the veil of a spell? Ripple after ripple is formed. This is the 'Underground Misionary' except the ripples of growth are not in water, rather they are rippling across as an underground city.
"Oh my god..." Mizune was absolutly hypnotized and couldn't bring herself to look away. It was absolutly amazing. "I know, I felt the same way when I saw it the first time. But you can stare at it all you want, just not on my time. Come on let's find you a room." Blair walked forward not minding the sized crowds thronging the streets. There was lots of noise. Racing after so as not to lose her she became entangled in the crowd. People were bumbing into her, hitting her, shoving, yelling, and was pretty sure if she fell they would trample her without a second thought. 'We don't have to use soul protection anymore. Fly us the hell 'outta this mess!' The mouse witch did so quickly and upon activating her rocket boosters flew out of the crowd, causing some gasps, cureswords, and 'aahhhs'.
Once on the other side she immediatly began looking for that bitch. There were just to many people to tell apart from. You thought it would be easy trying to find a cat/lady with violet hair and cat ears in a crowd. Not this crowd. There were people with slimy scaly skin, horns, brightly colored hair, wings, gills, you name it they had it. Someone suddenly tapped Mizune's shoulder.
It looked like a girl of about 16-18 years in age. She wore a black cloak that was buttoned from below her chin down to were a bellybutton would be. The cloak than opened and spread outwards before ending in jagged edges with holes. Tight white skinney jeans, black converses, rainbow hair with horns. Though one eye was covered by some red and yellow bangs. The visible one was purple and spiked. She looked neat enough.
"Are you lost?" The strange girl had an accent Mizune couldn't decipher, but she nodded. With a motion to follow her they tangled thier way through thick and thin of what seemed to be endless crowds. Soon the girl lead her into a hotel. The inside plaza was amazing. The walls looked like ancient sand-stone bricks. There were hieroglyphics on the walls wich she could read. "I have done no evil! I have given to the poor, fed the hungry, and housed the homeless. Judge me as fair as I have been to the needy in my life and may the scale tip in my favor. " Just typical egyption blessings. There was satue of anubis that stood in the center. It was made of black onyx and looked as smooth as the day it was first carved. Couches, plants, rugs, and the service desks were all themed to an egyption lifestyle. They got ablout 87% of it right.
"Blair I found her. She's alive." "Oh good!" Wait a second. "How in the HELL did you get over here, that crowd was relentless." Crossing her arms she walked up to the bitch and got face to face with her. Before any more could be said or done the rainbow haired girl seperated them. "Uhn uh. Not in my hotel."
"Wait a minute, your hotel?"
"Yes'm it is. The hotels name is Coruks but my names Vendetta, and Blair is a good friend of mine. But if you'en here piss me off you'll be doin' room service dead or alive."
The savior of mice noticed the tension. "OK. It's ok she's just hurt. Can we have a room please? She needs to up recooparerta-thingy-she-said-earlier."
"She what?"
"That means rest," she looked at Mizune, "Did I say that atleast halfway right?" Before anything else could be said, the wounded witch began feeling sick. It was like nausea and a feeling of sudden coldness, she broke out in goosebumbs all over. Then her vision began to falter, black dots and tunnel vison. It became hard to hear, all the noise and conversation had just faded away. Then suddenly it was gone. All hearing and vision was gone. It was like someone was trapped underwater, but the water was to thick to move in. Soon she was gasping for breaths and collapsed. Her senses failed. She had passed out.


'What was that noise?' Everything was rushing by, as if in the middle of traffic or flying through the air. There was quiet murmering. One or two voices. Maybe three, it was hard to tell. 'Try to open your eyes.' It would'nt work, she knew better. Her eyelids felt like sandbags were weighing them down. Something soft touched her forehead. Checking temperature maybe? 'Let them know your conscious.' "Nngh."
Things started moving quicker. More noise. Almost like the poeple were talking so fast it was just a buzz.  Then she opened her eyes. At first the light was blinding, then fuzzy tunnel vision. Finally she could see.
Blair and Vendetta were hovering over her, thier expressions unreadable. The cat sighed with relief when Mizune began responding. "How long was I unconcsious for?" Vendetta was the one to answer, "Almost ten minutes." 'Good, we avoided brain damage.' Blair was next to speak.
"Why did you pass out? You looked fine...well semi-fine one moment then BAM you were out!"
"Blair honey I dun' think she should talk after that. Look Mizu-what's-your-face, I built this entire 'city', and everyone in it owes me thier lives. You given' me such a scare there that I think you need'n this here place. Most come to just visit or gamble. Shit like that. It's been a while since i've seen a case like'n yours. You can stay as long as you like." Mizune was relieved. "Thank you." "Know don't you go'n thank me just yet. You haven't even spent one night here. Just when you here leave make sure you fly. I saw how lost you were, not a city-type'n-girl." With a nod the city creator turned to leave, "All fees will be cover'd by yours truly, need anything just press that there button on the wall and ask for 'Tony'." She then left.
Finally Mizune got a good look at the room. It was large, ten queen-sized bunkbeds could fit in the room no problem. It was dark so she was unsure of the color of the walls, but at the head of the soft bed there was a wide plazma. A refrigerater was placed in the side of the room. It's sleak metal shined even in the darkness. That was all she could see.
Blair plopped down on the bed beside her wounded 'friend'. "She really likes you, you know that?"
"Pardon?"
"She built this place like the way it is for a reason. She LOVES money. Loves it. She prefers gamblers and alchoholics over refugees. What i'm saying is she normally wouldn't do something like that. Not only letting you stay the night free but having anything you want on her tab! I'm jealouse."
"I'm half-way flattered. To be honest I do not give a shit weather I paid or not. I have to pay you anyways."
Suddenly the magical cat's eyes shined in the darkness. Like a predetor on the hunt. Her smile screamed at Mizune's instincts to 'run, hide, danger, danger, danger!' It was like she reilized the possible role of cat and mouse between the two. What she planned to do however, Mizune had no idea. 'I don't like that look...'
"About that payment you owe me, i'll come back and collect it in a few days. I need to...well...think about somethings. What I want for example." The suspicious woman got up to leave, "I'll keep in touch with 'Tony'. Oh yeah by the way don't call her Vendetta ever. She hates the name. Everyone calls her 'Tony' here. As I was saying though, i'll keep in touch with her. See how your doing. After all I care about your health..." The last bit came out as a purr as the door behind her shut and locked. That witchy cat had a plan, a bad one. "Quel est le pire qui puisse arriver?(Translation: What's the worst that could happen?)"












That's Chapter 1! What could Blair be up to? How is Maka reacting to her "failure"? Does Eureka know what happened to her mousey friend? Will Vendetta ever stop getting called Tony?
Found out in Chapter 2!

Languages used; Latin and French.


Explanations.

The voices in Mizune's head.

Mizune is actually a Japanese surname for a large group of rats/mice. Hence why there are five sisters, (even though at one point there where six). When they combine into any number of combinations and solid forms their exsistance doesn't just dissapear. They become more like a concsious. Each having a distinct personality and names. I'll refer to them from oldest to youngest in numbers.
1st Alekto | Smartest | 3113 years old | Greek
2nd Ferdinada | Perverted | 2513 years old | Italian/Roman
3rd Marie | Lovable 1813 | years old | French
4th Katyusha | Chaotic 1213 | years old | Russian
5th Mei | Smartass 613 | years old | Japanese

Along with different names and personalities they each have a native language, hence the reason a combined form mizune will slip up in the language barrier from time to time.  Their mutual language would be "Chi" or ?mice language? ?squeeks?. But they picked up some Latin from their deceased sister.

It takes about 600 years for one Mizune to be born. The limit is six, and once the limit is reached no more shall be born. Though if one dies the process repeats untill the limit is full once more.

Each one born in a different culture. Or had a major part in history at one point.

The deceased Mizune was the last one born into or even saw the civilization Atlantis.
Alekto had the privledge of being a student of Plato and Sacrotes.
Ferdinada was apart of the Roman empire and all of it's conquests.
Marie keeps most of her past a seceret, but the sisters know it was very traumatic.
Katyusha survived, contracted, and caused the Black Plauge.
Mei is the last to have trained by a samurai and a ninja during the fall of most of their ancient culture and practices before the modern influence.
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wow great story keep up the good work! :thumbsup: revamp