Disclaimer- I do not own Soul Eater (sob) or any of the SE characters. The 'Exchangies' are my own, encluding Sir Fabian, the truck dude, and the German sheppard, Fritz (Fritz was Russian slang for a German soldier)

Please Review!- This is my first Fanfic, so don't be to harsh ;) Constructive Critisism welcome!

"Shibusen, hu?" mumbled a faint voice. The old truck rumbles toward Berlin Airport, carrying five teenagers and a teenagers faithful canine companion, a black German Sheppard.

The young girl yawned. "Sounds boring enough, lets go and get gone" she complained. The driver, a big, bulky man looked back at the auburn hair 15-year-old-girl.

"Its by order of Sir Fabian that you should go." he replied in a Terminator style voice.

The girl rolled her eyes, stroking her dogs head slowly. "Sir Fabian is a half-wit, good for nothing bastard with a god complex and an insanity reading of 9.7 on the Richter Scale." the teenager smirked.

Rain battered the truck roof, like hail stones, yet the teens at the back were busy reading or calling for the German Sheppard, so ironically calls Fritz.

"Miss De Centa, don't go smirking on Shibusens behalf, it's a very important place and we need you to go there and pick up a few…candidates."

The De Centa girl smiled looking up from her magazine.

"like off Lost? Hehehe, no thanks"

Fritz looked up and cocked his doggy head to one side. "EMBERLYNN!" called a strong voice from behind De Centa. She looked back at an adolescent boy her age. "What, Vincent?" She groaned. Vincent, a brown haired green eyed German, looked at her and smiled.

"Pass me a biscuit please?" he said. Emberlynn did so with a intentionally slow pass. Before Vincent could grab it she pulled it away.

"Promise not to call me Emberlynn when we get to Shibusen?" She purred.

Vincent huffed and held out on hand.

"yes," he said reluctantly. Emberlynn raised one auburn eyebrow at him. "Ember" he finally sighed, snatching the biscuit from Emberlynn Skylar De Centa's long fingered hands.

The spring heat of Nevada had everyone grumpy and stressed. School was going to be more dull than ever.

Everyone wanted to be outside in the sun, at least at the pool in the sun, but there was no point complaining, as what else would they do? Get bored and challenge each other? Hell yes, they would.

Nonetheless, their partners dragged them to school and down the heavy heated corridors of Shibusen.

While everyone was doing their complaining, Maka Albarn was doing her Celebrating. After a long half term holiday (that consisted of one week three days(??)), she was the only person looking forward to had gotten up a five in the morning and danced around her apartment. Her weapon, Soul, was on the other end of the spectrum. He had taken half an hour to (crawl) out of bed and start his whining about how early Maka had woken up just to go to school.

In the neighbouring street, Blackstar and Tsubaki were preparing to set off to school also, Blackstar doing his usual routine of 500 push ups and then practicing his back-to-school speech centred, yet again, on how awesome he was. Tsubaki smiled her way around the flat, cleaning and making breakfast, which Blackstar ate on their way to school.

Far on the other side of the city, a certain Grim Reaper was, bizarrely, being, well, grim. Running around a giant symmetrical manor, chewing his weapons ears of about their breast sizes despite being whacked with a spoon by a protesting Liz Thompson, while her younger sister laughed about the spoon being bent left a little, increasing the Reapers depression/mania over his beloved symmetry.

All in all, a good day so far.

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So far, anyway…