Chapter 2.

Her head hurt. That's the first thing that she was aware of.

It hurt a lot.

She groaned out loudly, and shifted her body so she was on her back.

The paralysis has worn off. Good. She thought as she simply relaxed, breathing in evenly focusing on nothing.

"Well, if it isn't miss delightful herself." A voice grumbled, sounding like sand paper. They were obviously not amused.

"Not right now Eruka. I'm hurt physically, mentally and my pride isn't fairing much better. I am in no mood to deal with you." The halfling grumbled to the master-frog-mage.

"I can sense that by your delightful tone, but lady Medusa wishes me not to rile you up. So I'm here for a detail account." The woman spoke slightly detached, as if this conversation was a mountain in her easy going day.

"Your presence annoys me regardless." Maka growled under her breath. Though the frog-mage gave no indication she heard the comment, instead she sat expectantly waiting for details. Maka cracked one eye open to see if her suspicion was correct.

She was sitting there, perched on a wooden chair in a cobblestone walled room, the bed that Maka rested on was in the far right of the room, and a small wooden door sat on the opposite side of the room. Her right leg was crossed over her left, and her hands perched there with her finger twiddling with a stalk of something. Maka groaned when she met the impatient look on the frogs face and she sat up numbly.

"I went in, no problem." She began and Eruka started to listen. "No complications what so ever, I got into the library, manage to swipe some jewels before hand, but when I went to steal the scroll, I was fine. Until I touched the banner, someone said not to touch it, but I couldn't detect anything, even after I cast soul detect. I could only pick up on the guards that were outside the room. So I carried on with opening it, when the voice spoke again, only this time the person was behind me. We got into a slight battle, and I mis-pronounced a word in a spell I was about to cast and ended up getting paralysed. I don't remember much after he walked up to me and placed a sleeping spell on me."

"Well, there were several books and some jewels when we found you washed up near our secret entrance. Completely blacked out, so who ever you fought knows where we are. That could be troublesome, do you know who they were?" Maka stiffened, and tried to recall a name. She frowned, she couldn't remember…

"All I remember is red eyes. I'm sorry, I can't recall anything else." Eruka nodded in understanding, she'd been unfortunate enough to lock horns with Maka in a spell war and knew what the dragon-halfling was capable of, and how much sleeping spells can have side effects.

"That's fine, if you remember anything else tell me, Medusa or kid. He's been frantic to know what happened when we found you." The mage chirped and made her exit of the room. Maka immediately sighed in exhaustion her body ached from transforming and the effects of paralysis, and her head still hurt. But things needed to be done.

Thing always needed to be done.

She was part of a guild after all. Though, it be a mixed guild with different fractions to it. There was a mages faction, a thief faction, a scholars faction even an assassins faction. Everything was mixed in the guild, there was a mix of everything, mages, shape-shifters, humans, magic animals, half-breeds- like herself for example.

Though the guild refused to allow vampires, witches or full-demons into their midst.

Most saw the guild as a bunch of criminals, while others saw them as a place to go for knowledge, or coin.

They studied stuff ranging from sciences to magic and history. Did jobs to help out those who needed it, or even further some payers selfish goal. They were a family of sorts. Everyone knew each other, every one respected each other, everyone looked out for each other.

And that's why they still existed, the current king, despite knowing some of the illegal stuff they did, was well aware of the nobility and good stuff they did. Some of the worlds most respected hero's, scholars, and mages all once walked within the guild. The assassins were there upon the kings request, shall he ever need some one taken out, they were his personal group. So he allowed them to continue.

They only took jobs that were reasonable enough with the amount of coin being paid,-and that weren't insanity inducing or holding a threat of causing war between clans and kingdoms.

They didn't turn on clients who paid for protection, they didn't assassinate with out the kings approval, they didn't steal from respected nobles. They had morals, they had rules.

You broke them -you were an enemy.

They also defended main holds from the threat of bandit-clans, or other un-approved organisations. There were only two organisations, Maka's one known as Denava, and Shibusen, another guild run by a Shinigami. She knew little of Shibusen guild's working, but knew it wasn't the same as Denava. Denava had factions within the guild itself, where as Shibusen were solely the one kind. Though, what that one kind was- she didn't know. She didn't overly care, but the most common rumour she heard was they were some sort of specialised demon slayers.

There was a truce between the two guilds, Shown by a top agent from each guild setting up residence and living with the other guild.

In their guild they had the Shinigami's son, where as they had their top professor, Dr. Stein.

Though, some agents switched between the two guilds now and then, it became apparent both sides had stupid rumours on what the other guild was.

Maka grumbled incoherently to herself as she ran a hand through her impossibly tangled hair. She was a high ranking agent in the guild, being a gifted mage, thief and scholar- and also being a powerful fighter as she was half dragon. Though some found her something to be wary of, and many people feared or hated her.

Dragons were uncontrollable. Unpredictable. Intelligent, and Dangerous. She didn't blame mortals for not trusting her, despite her being half-born. She was an oddity in the world of odds.

She had a job to do.

And she couldn't get those crimson eyes out of her mind.

Arrogant bastard.

She remembered everything, his name, his face, his voice. His breath running down her neck.

So why did she lie to Eruka?

Afraid they'd target him?

Want revenge?

Why did it matter if they did kill him.

Though she doubted it would be easy to bring him down.

She began to contemplate the battle, how he moved, how he attacked and defended.

There was a rhythm to his movements.

But she couldn't detect a pattern.

A Soul Reaper.

A fucking Soul Reaper.

And what did he mean about angel property!?

Her head hurt the more she thought about it.

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"GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE YOU DISGUSTING, UNGREATFUL, FERAL, PIG-HEADED, SNOW TOP!"

Soul winced, falling backwards from his perch in a tree and landing with a loud thud next to the offending voice.

"Ah. Elizabeth. Nice to see you too." His words were polite but his tone was scornful as he looked at the Archer before him upside down. He was on his head with his legs dangling infront of his sight, he quickly righted himself up coughing to cover his embarrassment.

"Mhmm. What ever, well. Oni isn't very impressed with your failure of yesterday." The dark blonde growled, crossing her arms over her chest and tapping her foot impatiently.

"What could I do? It's against my rites to destroy a being of angel. I don't give a shit what that old tiny imp thinks." He growled turning his back sharply to the woman.

"Well Evans. The master is not to amused with losing half of his jewels, and almost losing the scroll."

"Blame the mercenaries, it was their job to patrol and guard."

"Yes but do you expect mere mortal warriors to detect a dragon?"

"I fought her off, she was knocked out. I only found a few books that were harmless, but I took out one of the scrolls she had gotten her claws on. But she must've had the jewels in another compartment of her bag. Or else I would've retrieved them. I returned her to her pitiful guild, we don't need the kings personal protectors up our ass either. He values the halfling, they would've sent a patrol out for her if I didn't return her intact." He explained angrily. -why was he being accused, nothing bad happened!

"Look, I don't care if nothing happened in the end, the master still does not accept any form of failure from the beginning. You should've taken her down the moment you detected her." Liz fumed, this idiot needed to remember, all of them suffered if one of them screwed up.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah what ever." Soul growled waving her off and leaping back into the tree to resume his afternoon nap.

"DON'T THINK THIS IS OVER EVANS!" The female hissed angrily before storming off with the strength of an ogre.

The second the woman was out of sight her ran his eyes over the castle watching wearily for any sentries the old Imp may have placed to watch him. Seeing nothing that would give him away he immediately launched out of the tree and took off down an old deer track through the forest.

To say she was creeped out was an understatement.

She was convinced she was either extremely paranoid.

Or she was indeed being followed.

It agitated her.

Yet she couldn't find anything, no matter how often she looked behind her shoulder when she was sure what ever was following her was in sight, it would just not be there. When ever she stepped as quietly as possible and listened as hard as she could, she couldn't detect a noise.

She couldn't smell anything, she couldn't sense anything, she couldn't find anything!

Was she losing her mind?

She stopped walking and stood up straight, her eyes scanning the distance.

"If you planned on making yourself go unnoticed, I suggest you give up and show yourself. You've failed." She declared boldly, her body slightly tensed ready to dodge, evade or defend any oncoming possible attacks. The area around her was silent for a moment, she heard a soft rustling and her eyes narrowed warily on a shrub. She sighed in dismay as a white rabbit hopped out and stared at her. It's white fur looking almost silver, and it's crimson red eyes staring at her warily, suspiciously, waiting for the being before it to make a move.

"Scamper along little usagi." She hummed flicking her wrist in a kind 'go away motion' as it eyed her. For a moment she swore it made direct eye contact with her before dashing off.

Not even a breath after that she was suddenly tackled and pushed harshly against a tree. Hands clasping hers above her wrists and holding them above her head, and another leg pressed against hers to stop her from moving. Her eyes widened momentarily in shock but then her expression turned into an enraged scowl.

"You again!"

"Greetings once more little one."

She bristled angrily as forest green met fiery red. A smirk playing over the other ones lips flashing sharp teeth.

"Soul."

"Maka."

"What do I owe the pleasure." She spat bitterly, simply staring at her attacker.

"Where was that feisty dragon I met only the other day?" he asked raising an eyebrow at her tone.

"I can see the sarcastic jack-ass is ever present." She hissed, eyes sparking angrily as she violently thrashed to free herself.

"There she is!" He cheered pressing more weight against her to keep her in place. "And here I thought you'd play nice."

"Arrogant demon."

"Stubborn dragon."

"Forgive me. It runs in the blood."

"You suck at sarcasm." He said flatly.

"You suck at staying focused." She responded, suddenly jerking her knee upwards into Soul's groin. A very girlish high pitched squeal emanated from the once attacker.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, owwwwwwww, ow, ow! Oh my lord! Why woman! Why would you do that! Cheap shot, have you no honour? Holy fuck that hurtsssssss!" He wailed rolling around on the floor while sheltering his offended parts from any further possible damage.

"Well. Guess I don't have to worry about any Soul Reaper spawns." She spoke whilst staring down the helpless form infront of her, her body crouched in a defensive position and her dagger in hand.

"Relax pipsqueak, I'm not here to kill you and steal your soul. Like I said. It'd be bothersome to attack angel property." He growled, halting his rolling, but still staying on the ground.

"Ah, that reminds me." Swiftly launching at soul, whom instinctively rolled onto his back only to be straddled by the female and feel the cool steel of her dagger being pressed up against his throat. "What's this angel business about." She asked, her eyes hardened and swarming with violent curiosity.

"You don't know…?" He said a bit taken aback, then his eyes widened. "YOU DON'T KNOW?" He yelped, and she faltered in holding him down momentarily, and it was all it took for him to be the one straddling her, dagger tossed aside, and him gripping her shoulders.

"N-no! that's why I'm asking!" She whined, eyes going wide, what the hell was happening? She wiggled to try to free herself, but was halted when the demon atop her growled and stared at her with hard expressionless crimson red eyes. She did it once more and he growled again, though less threatening.

"Don't do that." He warned, much like the first time he'd spoken to her. Telling her not to touch the banner hiding the scrolls.

"What?" She asked, wiggling again. He hissed now.

"That." He groaned, then snapped at himself internally.

Maka's eyes widened before she formulated a plan.

"This?" She teased her voice a purr as wiggled her hips to gauge his reaction. She found what she wanted when he took in a sharp breath. "Why?" She asked feigning innocence.

He growled as she wiggled once more, though more seductive rather than trying to escape. His control was lacking, he knew. But it can be damned. Damned to where ever in the world you damn stuff. He knew it was lacking the second he smashed his lips down onto hers. He was mildly surprised that she responded eagerly, being the one who's tongue licked his lips begging for entrance. He responded to the open mouth kiss but quickly grasped dominance. His hands slipt from holding down her shoulders to grasping her hips as he pushed her down into the ground with his lower half. He inwardly grinned when she nipped his bottom lip. He was rather excited so he didn't complain when she used one of her hands to push him back so she was now straddling him, their lips still locked, his hands now wandering her body while hers cupped the back of his neck.

He suddenly gasped loudly at a hot sting on the back of his head.

"You sneaky little vixen!" He barked as the hot sting enveloped his body. His eyes were a mix between rage, lust and downright genuine amusement that he had fallen into her trap.

"Think of it as payback." She purred against his ear before pulling back to look at him. He simply grinned and she scowled. "Even when you've lost you still smirk like a jerk."

"Genetics." He chuckled before his vision went black and the fire in his body distinguished, left with only the numb feeling like when you take ice off a wound.

Oh she was good.

Playing on the fact that he was 'only male', despite being demon.

He should've known better, and he cursed himself for losing control.

His mind followed the darkness, and he couldn't help but think before it went all black.

This was her, when they met the first time.

Oh how troublesome it would be if every run in had the same outcome.

Troublesome indeed.

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I didn't find this as a high priority as my other story, so sorry for the late update.

That and I had trouble as to what to write for the second chapter, I did a quarter, then didn't know how to continue, then I figured it out, then faltered once more, then continued for a bit. but it was too short so I had to think of what else to put and ended up doing it over again. But still, I like writing this story~! So I'll try to update again faster for sure!

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