DWMA's Latest Student chapter 12

Wassup? welcome back to the story everyone. So in this chapter we get a glimpse into Scythes and Jezebels shared past, as well as his connections to the witch world. So I do not own soul eater. Now please read, review and enjoy!

Scythe walked down the halls of the DWMA, Thompson, Aaron and the twins were waiting for him.

"Hey Scythe. How's it going man?" Aaron asked giving him a broad smirk.

Scythe didn't say a word, a strange darkness lurked behind his eyes as he stood before them.

"Scythe, are you ok-erk!" Thompson coughed as a Scythe's blade stabbed into his abdomen.

"TOM?!" Emma screamed as he fell to the ground, before any of them could react Scythe spun around, slicing deep into Aaron's chest.

Anna rushed forward and kicked him in the abdomen, bringing him to his knees. But as she tried to kick him again he grabbed her leg.

"Too slow." Scythe growled as he rose to his feet.

Without another word he swung her around, slamming her into the wall. She dropped to the ground, her ribs obviously broken.

"W-why are you doing this?" Anna choked, trying to ignore the pain.

He didn't answer, instead he stomped on her chest, several times. When he stepped away she was dead. He now turned to Emma, who was cradling Thompson's head. She didn't have time to react before Scythe pounded his wavelength into her chest, she coughed up blood and collapsed. But Scythe didn't stop. He continued on a rampage, killing whoever he came across, one by one until none were left. He stood over the last of his kills, his hands dripping with blood.

"S-s-scythe...?" A voice he knew to well spoke behind him.

He turned around to see Jezebel, her eyes filled with horror. He could see the tears welling at her eyes, and a look of pain on her face.

"Jezebel..."

"H-h-how...how could you?!" She sobbed, disappointment showing in her eyes.

Scythe woke with a start, the disappointment in her eyes still lingering in his mind. He just sighed, trying to calm himself down. It had been years since he'd had those kinds of dreams, years since it had surfaced. He tried to go back to sleep, but his muscles wouldn't relax, his heart wouldn't slow down. He gave a groan as he got up, he knew exactly what he had to do. He walked past Guinevere's room into the kitchen, grabbing a butcher knife on his way. Without a second thought he left, heading out into the woods.

Guinevere woke with a start, she went over to Scythe's room but he was nowhere to be seen. She began to worry as she ran into the kitchen, finding the butcher knife missing. Now she was truly worried as she ran out into the forest, listening closely.

For several minutes her search turned up nothing, but then she heard it, the sound of flesh tearing. With a sense of dread she made her way to the darker area of the forest, her fears being confirmed the moment she arrived. A few feet away was Scythe, the mutilated forms of several different animals scattered around him. Currently pinned to the ground beneath his hand was an unfortunate deer. In his other hand was the knife, dripping with blood. He raised the blade, aiming the point for the animals heart.

"Scythe..." Guinevere started, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He suddenly swung around, intending to drive the blade into the witches chest. But his strike was blocked by one of the many straps wrapped around her body. As she looked to him she visibly shivered, fear bringing an icy feeling to her core. But it wasn't the blade that scared her, it was the look in his eyes. His dark grey eyes were filled with anger, and pain, but most of all was a desire to kill. It wasn't the simple desire to destroy like the sway of magic. The thing that lurked within those eyes was the need to spill blood, to tear flesh, to take life, it was...blood lust. The deer shifted beneath his hand, weakly trying to escape. Scythe's attention now returned to the deer, quickly driving the blade into its heart. Guinevere stepped back and just watched with horror as he literally tore the animals carcass apart with his knife and his bear hands. Soon Scythe was simply kneeling on the ground, his hands dripping with blood. Scythe turned and looked at her, the darkness in his eyes receding.

He's been without Jezebel for only a day and it's already resurfaced...this isn't good. He needs to get back to her soon, or else I'm not sure what he might do, Guinevere thought. She willed her straps to wrap around his wrists, arms, and waist, slowing and carefully dragging him to his feet.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up." She said, guiding him back towards the castle.

"You...you never just wake up in the middle of the night like this Gwen. What's happened?" Scythe said as they walked through the forest.

"The mimicking puppet spell has just run out. The doppelganger I made of you is gone. Which means that when the others wake up soon..."

"They'll search for me, and I know where Jezebel will start looking." He said, now standing on his own. "We need to get to the city. Now."

Guinevere gave a quick nod as they picked up the pace, now almost running to the castle.

Jezebel shifted in her bed, still enthralled with her dream world. Behind her eyes a certain gray-eyed, scythe smiled down at her...However, her dream shall be left entirely to the imagination.

She sighed softly as she began to stir, slowly drifting up from the world of fantasy. Her eyes slowly drifted open, a yawn escaping her as she stretched. Tentatively she climbed out of bed and quietly made her way to Scythe's room. She opened the door to find the room completely empty, not even his bags left inside.

Did...Did he...run away? Jezebel thought to herself as she wandered through the room, not finding a single thing as she went. As she searched, fear began to build within her; fear of never being able to find him, fear of him never coming back, fear of him abandoning her...leaving her alone.

But why...? Why would he leave...? Why...

She was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of the floor boards creaking behind her. She spun around, expecting to see Scythe standing there, with his usual neutral expression; instead Maka was standing there, seeming to be gazing right through her.

"Where's Scythe? I've lost track of his wavelength." Maka asked.

"I...I d-don't kn-kn-know! H-h-he's j-j-j-j-just g-g-g-g-" Jezebel tried to speak, her fears making her stutter worse than ever before.

"Hey, hey...Shh...it's okay, calm down."

"I-I-I c-can't. H-h-he's j-just g-g-gone."

"Okay, okay...Jezebel, come on look at me..."

She obliged, emerald meeting emerald. The younger meister's eyes were brimming with sadness and fear, taking the elder by surprise. For a moment Maka couldn't think of anything to say.

"Okay. Jezebel, I need you to take some deep breath's for me okay?"

"O-o-okay..." She trailed off.

With each breath, Jezebel slowly felt herself relax, her fear ever so slowly subsiding.

"Okay, so Scythe is missing. Do you know where he might go?"

Jezebel paused in thought, where would he go? She closed her eyes, her mind drifting back to that alley, back to that stormy night.

The two walked out of the alley, and out into the night. As they went, the rain slowly began to stop, the night sky appearing overhead.

"W-where are we going?" She asked."

"Somewhere safe." He said as they slowly stopped in front of a small apartment complex.

He stepped away from from her, knocking on the door. The door opened to reveal a young woman. She had slightly tanned skin, light brown hair framing her narrow face; her dark red eyes regarding Jezebel with curiosity.

"Scythe, who is this?" She asked, Jezebel now shrinking back away from the door.

"She was sleeping in an alley Gwen, alone." He whispered.

"Well, that won't do at all." She said, walking towards Jezebel, making her shrink back further. "Hey...how does some food sound...?"

She looked to the woman's hand with the same fear she'd felt for years since that day. She had been afraid to touch anyone, afraid of the pain that she might feel. She felt the urge to turn and run away when Scythe stepped in front of Gwen. Reaching out and grasping her hand lightly.

"It's okay, she won't hurt you. Trust me." He said.

At first she still felt slightly afraid, but when she saw the certainty in his eyes, that fear slipped away. She slowly followed them inside, wondering in the back of her mind if the boy holding her hand was an angel.

Jezebel smiled softly at the memory, she knew where he was.

"You're sure this is the place?" Soul asked, looking at the unassuming apartment.

"He's inside alright, I can detect his wavelength." Maka said, though she suddenly seemed troubled. "But someone else is there too..."

"So what's the problem?"

"I don't know, something just seems off about it."

"We can worry about it later." Jezebel said, knocking on the door. "*I hope she's home...*"

"Coming!" A voice called from inside.

The door opened wide to show Gwen standing breathless in the door way. She was wearing a simple, short dress, even though it was a fairly cold morning.

"Jezebel! What brings you for a visit?" She asked breathlessly.

"Hey Gwen, um, is Scythe here?"

"Yes he is actually. Please, come in." She said guiding them inside.
As Maka and Soul walked past her, Gwen quickly leaned in close to Jezebel.

"*he's up in his room if you want to go see him.*" she whispered.

Jezebel gave her a grateful smile as she turned and walked up stairs. She walked tentatively over to his room, quietly opening the door. As she looked she could see the door to his bathroom swing open, Zane walking out clad in only a towel. *Why didn't she tell me he was taking a shower?!* She thought to her self, her face burning a deep red. She knew she should probably look away, but she simply could not. Her gaze was captured by how the water dripped from his dark hair; how each drop trailed down his muscled chest, running down his abdomen to the towel around his waist. Her gaze slowly traveled back up his form, greedily taking in his features until...

Shocked emerald eyes met passive gray ones, his gaze sending shivers down her spine.

"Hey Jezebel." Scythe said nonchalantly, walking across the room to his dresser.

"H-Hey Scythe. I-It's good to see you're okay." Jezebel stuttered, still blushing.

He pulled open a drawer, but then paused, looking to her, eye brow raised.

"I'm not going to make you leave, but I am going to get dressed now."

"I-I-I...N-No. I th-think that I-I'll b-be down stairs." She stammered, her blush becoming darker than ever. "I-I'm just gonna...B-BYE!"

She scrambled back downstairs, her face burning and heart pounding. She was soon in the living room, where Soul and Maka were busy talking with Gwen.

"I'd just like to thank you again for taking care of my student miss Gwen." Maka smiled.

"Ah, Jezebel, I think I forgot to mention that Scythe was taking a shower. I hope it wasn't a problem." Gwen said, spying the frazzled meister.

"N-No problem at all." She said hastily,trying to hide the faintest hint of a blush on her cheeks.

She quickly sat down, her heart finally slowing down.

"So, we ready to head back?" Scythe asked as he sat down beside Jezebel, making her heart race once more.

"Yeah, I think we're good. Though we need to pick up one person first." Maka said, a light blush tinting her cheeks as she thought of the pink haired meister.

"BYE EVERYONE! SAFE JOURNEY!" Gwen called after them as they headed off to the London branch.

As soon as the others were well down the street, Gwen turned and walked back inside. She walked into her bedroom, quickly ducking into the closet. She slipped the short, simple dress from her shoulders, pulling on a dress of a more, familiar, design. She then spun on her heel, quickly going and sitting down in front of a mirror. She picked up a brush and begin to run it through her hair. As she brushed her hair seemed to change, the color seeping from it until it was a silvery white. She hummed to her self, writing a number into the reflective glass. The reflection transformed to reveal a witch, but not just any old one. No, reflected in the glass was the grand witch.

"What do you have to report Guinevere?" The grand witch asked.

"Everything is going according to plan my lady. Nightcloak and I shall be leaving for death city within a few days as requested." Guinevere answered.

"Well done Guinevere, I knew I could put my confidence in you." She said, seeming to smile within the shadows of her hat. "And remember to bring the item to me when you have retrieved it, understood."

"Yes my lady. You have nothing to worry about."

"Good, then farewell my loyal servant. I hope to see you soon enough." She said, the image dissolving into nothing.

I guess I'll be seeing you soon...little brother.

The group finally arrived at the London branch to find Crona waiting for them. He had only a small bag hanging on his back.

"Is that all you're bringing Crona?" Maka asked.

"I like to travel light." Crona said before leaning in close to Maka. "Besides, you still have most of my stuff back at our apartment."

Maka blushed, smiling softly as she remembered.

"Now then, to help things along, I did take the time to call us a cab." He commented, pointing to a car that just pulled up a short distance away.

"Thanks Crona."

"Don't mention it."

On the way back Jezebel was quiet, seemingly able to see thousands of feet to what had once been her home. Scythe quietly made his way over to her, sitting down beside her. As they sat their in silence, the images from his dreams drifted up into his thoughts. The disappointment in her eyes haunting him the most. He turned to her, hoping to see something, anything else in those emerald eyes he knew. But instead he saw her, his closest friend, with her head hung low, silently gazing out the window. He found that those eyes, those disappointed eyes continued to haunt him, till there was nothing else on his mind. Desperate to wipe away the image he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, pulling her from her thoughts.

"Hey Scythe..." she sighed, turning away from the window and leaning back against the seat.

"You okay?" He asked, concern making it's way into his words.

"Yeah..." she shifted in her seat, now facing him. "It's just...could I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"Do..do you remember what happened at Guinevere's castle?"

"Sure."

"Was...did you...hate...what happened there?" She asked, doing her best to keep herself from stuttering.

"Yes."

"Oh..."

"I hate that I wasn't able to keep you safe." He sighed to himself. "And I hate myself for that."

She looked into his eyes, unable to read them, but the heaviness in his voice, his words, told her what she had been hoping to hear.
She smiled to herself, playfully punching him in the arm.

"Thanks Scythe..." she said, now laying back against her seat, unable to hide the smile that pulled at the corners of her mouth.

Later that night, Jezebel was laying in her bed, however she wasn't asleep. She simply couldn't sit still, everything from this mission making her seem to vibrate in place. Her mind kept drifting back to that moment, when she had told him. When her feelings finally escaped in those three simple, quiet words.

I love you...

But most of all, he didn't reject her! No, instead he gave her the answer she needed with the simplest embrace. As her thoughts continued to excitedly wander she heard Scythe walk by her door, the sound of the front door being heard soon after. Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, she set out after him into the night.

With great care she followed him, random ideas of his destination spinning through her mind. Ahead of her Scythe rounded a corner and entered a park, vanishing into the trees. As she walked in after him, she heard whispering voices. She followed the sound, the words becoming clearer, but the owners of the voices remaining a mystery.

"I missed you." one voice, a girl's, whispered.

"Well, I guess I'll have to make up for lost time." a boy's voice returned in equal volume.

"Yes, you will." the girl purred quietly.

Jezebel ducked behind a tree, the source of the voices on the other side. She looked around and clamped her hand over her mouth, trapping the gasp that tried to escape her lips. A short distance away stood a teenage girl, a boy in front of her. She reached back and brushed her strawberry-blond hair to the side, her hair hanging just about at her shoulder. Her hazel eyes fluttered closed as she kissed the boy in front of her. But what Jezebel saw first was the boy she was kissing. She ran her hands through his spiked red-brown hair, arms wrapping around his neck. Dark grey eyes looked down at her as his hands came to rest on her hips.
A seemingly audible crack could be heard from the raven haired meister. Barely choking back a sob, she turned and ran off into the night. She had no idea where she was going nor did she even care, she wanted, needed to be alone. After awhile she stopped and looked around to see she was in an alley way. She slowly walked, a dismissal air hanging about her, down the alley till she reached a dead end. She stumbled against the wall, slowly sliding down it to be seated on the cold ground. She wrapped her arms around herself as she softly started to cry, her tears falling like rain drops to ground. She continued to sit there, the sounds of her crying echoing in the alley. But there was another sound that could be heated, just softer than a whisper...

...the sound of her heart being shattered to pieces...

And that concludes this chapter, I hope you all enjoyed it. And i just have one other comment to add. I've altered Scythes age, so now instead of both Jezebel and Scythe being in their twenty's, they're instead around 18, k? Also just one request to all my female readers. Please don't kill me over this ending? So tune in next time to learn the identity of the girl Scythe was with, as well as see the DWMA's winter ball! So until next time everyone, see you later.