prompt: scythe

fandom: soul eater

word count: 100

The blade was unbelievably slick, coated with a thin layer of blood. Maka smirked slightly at the sight of the soul, another one down!

The weapon in her hands turned into Soul, with his unmistakeable white hair and red eyes. He approached the soul slowly, mouth watering at the sight of it. His hand reached for it, fingers outstretched when a dark shadow grabbed it and took off.

"Hey! That soul is mine!" He grit his teeth in anger, clenching his fists to indicate his anger. Maka furrowed her brows, confused as to why someone would steal his soul. 

"Ahah!"