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”You have got to be kidding me!” Maka couldn’t help but exclaim in outrage. Stein threw her an annoyed glance before addressing the class once more.
“It was Lord Death’s idea in order to put the people of Death City at ease. Rumours have surfaced that have thrown our image into exaggerated proportions, making people believe that we are the ‘monsters’ which have killed the innocent.” Stein withheld a scoff at his own words. “So, in light of that, the whole school will be holding a festival on the fourteenth.”
“But that’s Valentine’s Day,” someone commented.
“That’s the theme...” Stein sighed. He’d much rather be at home, in his lab, preferably dissecting something, but instead he had to babysit the class and even acknowledge this ridiculous ordinary human ritual.
“Fine, so what are we meant to be doing in this festival?” Liz drawled, more interested in her chipped nail
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“I’m headed out,” Soul said, slipping on his jacket.
Maka looked up from the book she was reading. “Again? That’s the second time this week,” she commented.
Soul chuckled and shook his head. “I’ll be back later. Don’t do anything stupid.”
Maka sighed and watched him walk out the door. Soul had been going out a lot lately, and she normally lectured him about it, but today she let it slide. It was his birthday after all. He had every right to go and hang out with Black*Star or whoever he had been seeing every Tuesday for the past month.
Next to Maka (who had skipped a grade), Soul was the youngest, his birthday landing on July nineteenth – right before the cutoff date. If he had been born a couple days later, he would be going into his sophomore year instead of junior. He preferred nobody mention it because being looked down on as the youngest was apparently “uncool”.
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Maka, busying herself with making dinner, gazed out the window at the setting sun. It was her turn to cook and she was trying something new. She had looked through some old cookbooks she found and found an interesting recipe that looked tasty.
As Maka worked over the stove Soul sat in his room doing homework since Maka told him he wouldn't get any dinner unless he did the homework that she had already finished. He groaned as he sat at his desk, looking down at the sheet of homework and book, but the aroma of food was so tempting he knew he absolutely had to finish it.
Why does she even care if I do my homework or not anyway? It's not like its her grade She is top of the class. That doesn't mean I have to be though
Soul pondered in his room as he forced himself to finish the sheet.
"Soul, dinner's ready!" Maka called from the kitchen. "You finished the homework? Didn't you?" she asked sharply as Soul slouched out of his room.
"Yeah yeah. Why do you care anyway?" he a
SoulxMaka FanFic - Dreamy"Dammit! How can I, the great Blackstar, get stuck with extra luggage he doesn't even need!!!" Blackstar moaned. Maka sighed. He was so annoying sometimes. It was kinda true though. Maka had made Soul into a Death Scythe and Blackstar and Kid were getting noticeably stronger by the day.More Like This
"Death must have a good reason for putting us all together. It's got to be a big
mission," Maka stated. Blackstar huffed.
"Yes, this is true," Kid put in.
"I could have handled this myself," Blackstar said to himself, seemingly trying to be quiet but failing miserably. Maka rolled her eyes as we continued walking the streets of London.
Maka looked up at the smiling moon, remembering when they were always put on missions together. They're a freakin' lethal team.
"BESIDES, WHAT'S SO BIG AND POWERFUL THAT IT HIDES IN THE STREETS OF LONDON? (not to mention so big and powerful that I can't handle alone)AND WOULDN'T YOU WANT YOUR CRIB TO BE IN A SPOOKY CAVE OR DUNGEON OR SOMTHIN'" Blackstar boomed, loud enoug
.:We Dance:. Soul X Maka "Just how I wanted to spend my evening; another stupid school dance. So uncool " Soul muttered to himself as he gazed out from the left balcony of the DWMA. It had been 4 weeks since Ashura the Kishin had been defeated, and the DWMA was back to the way it had been before. Lord Death had temporarily postponed classes while the academy had undergone cleaning and repair.More Like This
Now that everything was fixed up ("and perfectly symmetrical" as Death the Kid would put it), classes were to resume on Monday. To show his gratitude, Lord Death had planned an eventful weekend beforehand, so that the students could unwind and relax before picking up their education where they had left off.
Friday evening there had been a large banquet in the dining hall, which all students and DWMA staff had been invited. Everyone had enjoyed themselves thoroughly, except when Excalibur showed up. At that point, even if the students hadn't finished eating, everyo