Hey guy's, decided to make this it's own separate part two story, hope it butters your egg roll :-)

Soul Eater's Day Off

"You're such a little bitch," Black-Star murmured as he stepped out of the bathroom connected to their dorm room, a damp towel hanging loosely over his shoulders with a trail of steam pouring out from the doorway behind him.

Soul groaned in bed, pulling the sheets over his head before Black-Star could fully catch the grin spread across his cheeks.
Early dawn sunlight filtered in through the window, illuminating the semi-gloss posters that hung on the walls to cover scuffs and chipped paint. An old eighties band played softly from the worn stereo after Black-Star popped in a throwback CD, the music mixing in with the sound of early morning chaos from the other students and birds chirping outside their window.
He fake coughed, stifling a life.
"I'm sick."

"Boo, you whore," Black-Star chuckled, mimicking a high-pitched early twentieth liglossed teenage girl as he threw a clean polo and a pair of not-so-clean socks on his desk chair.
"I don't understand how you skip all the time without an crazy ass teacher's on your ass," he said, pulling on a pair of khakis with a little hop as he fumbled to get his foot through the panthole, "If I missed one day Ms. Leech would come here and beat me with a copy of Crime & Punishment. Trust me, she's threatened to before…"

"Don't act like Azusa isn't always on my ass," Soul mumbled from underneath his comforter, "I feel like she makes up for all the strictness Headmaster Death lacks. You know walked Hiro all the way back to the dorm so he could put on a pair of 'more appropriate shoes'? Ridiculous…"
Suddenly, the darkness from underneath the blanket snapped into blinding sunshine as Black-Star ripped the covers down, his face a few feet from Soul's.

"You know today we have that huge chemistry review for midterms and a test in AP history?" Black-Star said, raising an eyebrow, his tie hanging undone over the collar of his polo.

"Ah darn, really wanted to be there for that…" Soul said, a smirk breaking out on his face.

"Screw you man," Black-Star scoffed, a hint of humour in his tone. He flung his Jansport backpack over his shoulder before throwing open the door and stepping into the hall.

"You forget to tie the tie!" Soul shouted, folding his arms behind his bed as he laid back in bed.

"Tsubaki will get it," Black-Star called back before slamming the door shut, the clinking of the keys in the lock sounding before he ran off to first period class.

The next track on the CD began to play, the cheery tune lulling Soul to open his eyes, shaking off the sleepiness that hung over him from being up all night shooting hoops at the court with the gang and trying to study for AP history. Something about grapes and wrath.

"Man, to waste such a good day," Soul murmured to himself, peering out the window. The weather was supposed to be decent, cool for Nevada which meant no steaming sunburns and dehydration.
It was the perfect day to just live. Take a stroll around Death City where the crowds of tourists and busy city people pace up and down the sidewalks lined with restaurants and museums and a thousand different places calling for a good time.
It should be outlawed to force a group of kids to sit inside a jail cell all day learning the process of photosynthesis and organic chemistry when they could hang in the central park among the green grass and trees to experience it first hand with a little fresh air.
Nothing could beat that.

"Soul, I feel like absolute ass," Kid's voice muttured from Soul's phone that sat on his unmade bed among his worn pajamas and a pile of clean socks that hadn't been (and probably won't ever be) sorted.

"Well, I think it'd be worth it to feel like absolute ass somewhere cool then alone in bed all day, huh?" Soul said back, standing in front of an old mirror leaning up against the wall as he smoothed a white t-shirt over his chest.

"No," Kid yawned with the sound of him shifting under the covers following. "I think I'd much rather sleep it off in bed. Besides, my dad would literally have my head over the mantle if he knew."

"Cool," Soul said, running a hand through his hair to combat his bed head before plopping down on his bed while he shoved on a pair of fire red old school Vans. "So, I'll be at your house in like 15, alright?"
A few moments of silent passed while Soul stood up and threw on a Nike pullover, grabbing a drawstring bag and slinging it over his shoulders. "Well?" he said, staring down at his phone.

"I'll see you," Kid said defeated before hanging up the phone, leaving Soul smirking to himself as he slipped it in his pocket before walking out into the fresh spring air.

"How'd you get in?" Kid said, nearly five minutes after Soul hung up, slipping into a weathered jean jacket that looked very out of place hanging in his closet of black and navy blazers and pressed stark white dress shirts.

"Weird seeing you not in your uniform or a suit," Soul teased as he scanned in room, in awe at how clean he kept it with tall bookshelves lining one wall with his large master bed centered against the back wall between two large bay windows. "Sick room."

"Yeah, sick," Kid murmured, sniffling his nose that was nearly as red as Soul's sneakers. "Where we heading off too?"

Soul grinned leaning against Kid's closet door. "Actually, first we're going to need to stop back at Shibusen…"
"You know the password to your dad's computer, right?"

"Is Lord Death in?" Marie asked as she stood in the archway of Azusa's office, a shiny plaque displaying the words 'dean of students' in black cursive mounted on the door.

Azusa shook her head as she typed away on her computer, her neat long nails clicking against the keyboard, "No, he's out on business terms. Is there an issue?"

"Oh, no. I just got an email from him saying Maka Albarn has an excused absence?" Marie said. "I assume her father said something to Death? They're close, I know."

Azusa furrowed her brows, still focusing on her computer screen as the monitor light glinted off her glasses. "Odd that Death would be the one contacting you with that…"
"Soul's been marked absent for his first period class as well…"

"Well, I just wanted to run it by you," Marie said, stepping back into the hall, "I'll just go grab her from class," she said with a smile before walking off.

Azusa sighed.
"Mr. Evans…"

"What the hell are two doing here?!" Maka shouted as Soul sat in the passenger seat of Kid's black Jeep Wrangler with the window rolled down. She stomped down the stone steps leading up to Shibusen and over to Soul.

"C'mon, we're taking the day off!" Soul yelled back, a big smile plastered on his tanned face.

"Day off?!" Maka said fiercely, "What do you mean day off!?"
Maka crossed her arms and peered into the car. "Kid, you're apart of this?"

"I'm just as much of a victim as you," Kid said, pushing his tinted sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to look at her. "There's no escaping him."

Maka huffed and hopped into the backseat, throwing her backpack to the empty spot next her. She leaned forward and glanced at each of the boys as Kid started up the car and began zooming off. The sound of wind vibrating through the car from the open sun roof above them.
She sighed.
"Where are we headed?"

Modern art pieces in a variety of styles and vibrant colors covered the walls, assorted into neat rows or large adults dressed in mom jeans with Kanken backpacks slung over their shoulders filed up and down the rooms with sketchbooks in hand.

"I've never been to an art museum like this," Kid said as the three of the passed through a room filled with mannequins donning gaudy pieces of modern asymmetrical clothing.
He frowned. "I can understand why."

Soul laughed as he slipped his hand into Maka's. "It's modern art, Kid," Soul said, "All the fresh ideas and creations."
They stopped at blank wall filled with a collage of pictures of kids about their age depicting everyday scenes as well as scenery.
"I like it," he said, "Everyone's seen all the Van Gogh and Monet a million times over; their famous pieces made by famous people, you know? Most of them about old time shit with old time styles." He nodded to the photos on the wall. "But this is new, interesting...unknown, I guess. There's always something new to experience here."

"I think it's pretty cool," Maka laughed, her eyes falling on a simple picture of a girl leaning against a brightly colored brick wall, "Something about them is relatable, you know? And yeah, it's different from the usual stuff. I think I like it too."
Kid shrugged, wandering away from the three into a seperate room where soft music could be heard from inside.

"I didn't know you were into photography, too," Maka said, looking over at Soul whose eyes were glued to the assortment on the wall.

Soul shrugged. "I like art, all of it. Like this stuff, this is stuff we could make together, you know? It probably won't be worth anything necessarily, because well first off who even determines whether art is worth something or not, but it'll have meaning to us. I think it's kind of cool to see other people's interpretation of what's meaningful to them."
He shook his head and laughed, finally making eye contact with her. "Sorry, I'm rambling on."

"No, it's cool," Maka giggled, giving his hand a soft squeeze before letting go to reach into her backpack.
"Wanna make our own meaningful shit show?" she said with a smile, holding an old polaroid camera that Killik had given to her.

Soul chucked, taking the camera into his hands. He stepped a few feet back and shot one of Maka, standing in front of the display in her school uniform with a large smile spread across her cheeks.
"Beautiful," he whispered.

The time flew by, a whirlwind of laughs and cheesy poses and colors.
They sat on a small stone bench in a room whose walls were made up of glowing purple stained glass, leaving the dim room in a wash of violet.

Soul leaned against the arm of the bench as Maka arranged the photos in order, giving each of them names with a black permanent marker she dug out of her backpack.
He smiled at her, resting his elbow on the back of the bench to lay his cheek into his hand. "Hope you're having more fun here than in Stein's class."

Maka chuckled, sitting upright and capping the marker. "I guess this is a little bit better than organic chemistry."
Soul raised an eyebrow.
"Alright, alright," she sighed, "A LOT better than organic chemistry." She shook her head, looking down at the photos strewn about. "Do you like hanging out with me? Like, do you have fun with me?"

"Yeah, of course, Maka," Soul said, a little shocked, "Why would you ever think I didn't?"

Maka sighed and shook her head. "I don't know," she shrugged, "You're just, so cool you know? Like you play the guitar and ride a motorcycle, your good at basketball and music, hell, you tell the craziest stories and always have the craziest ideas…"
"And I'm just me. I'm just Maka-"

"Hey, you're not just 'Maka'" Soul said before she could continue, messing with a fraying string from his pullover. "At least not to me, and I don't know how anyone else could see as just 'Maka'".
"You're amazing- you're incredible,dedicated...I've never seen anyone put even half amount of work in as you do because you're not afraid of a challenge. You care about other people, even if people make fun of you for it, and you're not afraid to stand up to someone. Your strong and your brave, and you're beautiful. So fucking beautiful," he chuckled, finally meeting your eyes. "And you're just you. You love to dance around in your cherry red Doc Martens to folk music, you can't leave your house without a tube of chapstick, you have a burning hatred for low rise jeans…,"
He shrugged, "I love everything about you."

"Where you guys want to head to next?" Kid said, breaking the moment as he strolled in. "By the way, don't walk into the dance exhibits."
"It's pretty weird shit."

A few miles away...

"Something is definitely up," Azusa muttered under her breath, stepping into an old battered arcade that stood as a hotspot near the outer edges of Death City with it's overly greasy pizza and retro video games.

"What ya need?" a bartender called out to her, leaning against the counter with his elbows. "Uh, you lookin' for your kid or somethin'?"

Azusa's eyes narrowed on a lanky teenager across the room with her back towards her.
Blonde hair tucked under a cowboy hat and long, slim legs.

"Bingo," Azusa said aloud, narrowing her eyes and paying the bartender no attention who gave her a lazy stare.

"Psh, bitch," the bartender murmured.

"I'm thinking a month of Saturday morning detentions, hm?" Azusa whispered to the blonde, the hairs on her arms standing up, "But maybe I'll lessen that if you give me note of where Mr. Evans could possibly be?"

The girl turned around, her eyes a vibrant baby blue with blunt bangs hovering right above her thick eyebrows.
With not even a moment passing by her innocent baby face twisted in anger.
"Who the fuck are you!?"

"Except me young lady, that is no language to be use towards an adult!" Azusa said sternly back to her, "Shouldn't you be attending school as well?"

"'I'd fucking oughta-" the blonde shouted, raising her hand to possibly smack Azusa with a sketchbook she held opened to a page of a half sketched giraffe before another girl behind grabbed her by the wrist.

"Hey, just forget her," her friend said, concern showing in her eyes that were smothered in a thick shimmery blue shadow.
"Let's get out of here, Patti."

"Soul this is crazy!" Maka whispered fiercely as the three of them were seated in an upscale bistro inside the heart of Death City's wealthy section where the streets were lined with intricate street lights and important business people donning designer sunglasses and bags.

"It's cool, no one is going to mess with Death's son," Soul said back as a waiter in a black suit poured him a glass of ice water with lemon.
"Thanks man," he said, causing the waiter, a short man with an abnormally point nose, to pucker his lips and grimace.

"I haven't been here in forever," Kid said, staring down at the array of silverware assorted properly around his plate, "it must have been before everything went down…"

"Hey don't get yourself down!" Soul said, shooting a spit ball at him with a straw he requested and a bit of napkin, "Let's enjoy ourselves, and have a nice ass meal."

Maka rolled her eyes and resisted the urge to kick him under the table.
"You've been feeling alright, Kid?"

Kid looked up and grinned. "Yeah, pretty alright despite being knocked up on cold medication and being kidnapped by some albino delinquent," he said just to be pelted by another spitball.

"Soul, stop being to immature, we're in a fucking five class restaurant!" Maka shrieked as a spitball smacked against her cheek.

"Shit, how do you have such good aim?" Kid said as he studied the straw in his hand.

"Kid, what the hell!" Maka shouted as Soul hit Kid with another.

"SOUL!" Maka whispered fiercely, chucking a bun from the bread bowl at him, only to have it fly over his spiked hair into the soup of a lady at a nearby table.

"I soup-pose that was meant for me," Soul said as he and Kid bursted out into laughter as the lady looked appalled at the broth staining her cream colored blazer."

"I expect nothing else for you too," Maka sighed as Soul nearly cried from laughter while Kid broke into a fit of coughing mixed in with loud giggles, the entire restaurant with eyes trained on the trio shaking their heads.

The city park held a large stone fountain connected by pathways situated in between rows of sturdy oak trees and wooden picnic tables with couples names and profanity etched into their surfaces.

"You really love," Kid said as he leaned against the trunk of a tree, sitting on his jacket next to Soul as the two of them watched Maka stand on the edge of the fountain while she tossed in whatever lose change she could find in her backpack.

Soul nodded, watching her school skirt billow along with his Nike pullover he let her borrow. "More than anything," he whispered, his words nearly being drowned out by the sound of kids shouting as they flew kites near the open patch of grass nearby.
"Hey, are you really feeling okay? Back at the restaurant…"

"Yeah, everything's been a lot better," Kid grinned, hugging his knees and resting his head on his arm. "I'm glad I'm here with you guys...I'm glad we all ended up together like this."

"Friends," Soul said, a soft smile on his face. "I want you to know were here for you, for days like this to chill out and have fun, but also the bad times. To just experience life together and be sad together and, I don't know, live together. We've got your back bro."

"Thanks-" Kid said, his eyes falling on a man with his same yellow eyes in a dark business suit making his way down the brick walkway surrounded by a group of like-dressed men heartily laughing away with him.
"Father."

Soul turned his head and caught Kid's gaze. "Headmaster Death," he said panicky, looking back at Maka who stood out in the open while she continued toss in pennies, blissfully unaware.
He picked a nearby stone and grimaced while the craned his arm back.
"Sorry Maka," he winced before chucking it.

The stone smacked against her calf with just enough force to knock her sideways into the water with a splash while Headmaster Death walked on by, the chatter of his comrades overpowering Maka's cussings.

Kid peered from behind the trunk of the tree that he and Soul skirted behind.
"Wow, you really do have good aim."

"God, he would've killed me," Kid said angrily as he sat in the driver's seat, leaning back in the seat as the afternoon traffic rolled by slowly.
"I hate how nervous the guy makes me," he muttered.

"Hey, don't let it spoil our day," Soul said, nudging him in the ribs with his elbow. "He didn't, and you can't live your life tip-toeing around what your dad wants from you, you know? You have to live your own life."

Kid sighed. "I know, you're right," he said, glancing at Maka through the rear view mirror who caught his gaze and stuck her tongue out at him with wet strands of hair sticking to her damp cheeks.
He chuckled. "No, I'm glad this day happened, I hope there's more of these times. A lot more."
He turned up the radio and rolled down the windows while the cars staring moving by and eventually the city buildings began to whip by in a blur of colors as the trio sang their hearts out and probably annoyed whomever drove by.

The afternoon sun nearly reached the beginning of sunset with a pale orange tint hovering above the horizon line.
Groups of students laid sprawled out on blankets among textbooks and frisbees flying ahead on the patches of open grass spread around Shibusen, trying to enjoy what they could of the warm weather and sunshine.

"Soul Evans," a voice said behind Soul as he neared the entrance to the boy's dorm after walking Maka back to her side of campus before a quick kiss goodbye.
"Ms. Azusa," he said, trying to mask his nerves, "What can I help you with?"

"I'm here to talk about your unexcused absences from today? You see, here at Shibusen we don't allow students to skip class unless obtaining a note from the nurse or-"

"Soul!" Black-Star shouted as he stepped out of the dorm room in a pair of basketball shorts and slides. "You feeling better, bro? Hope the walk helped your headache, you didn't vomit again right?"
Azusa shot him a glare before turning her gaze back to Soul with an angry expression.

Soul bit back a smile.
"Oh dear, I feel so light-headed, if I don't get back to bed I think I might throw up right here right now," he sighed dramatically, "In my weakened state, it seems I passed out in bed before I could make it to the nurse, but I assure you it won't happen again, Ms."

"Come on, buddy, let's get you back to bed," Black-Star said, guiding Soul back to the dorm, leaving Azusa outside with her arms crossed in anger for a few moments before she stopped off angrily.

Black-Star locked their bedroom door behind him and the two boys stared at each other before cracking up with Soul nearly falling onto the floor in laughter.

"Thanks, mom," Soul laughed, leaning back against the wall as Black-Star plopped into his desk chair. "How was the day?"

Soul stretched and closed his eyes lazily with a smile.
"Just your average day off."

A/N: Obviously inspired by the best movie in the whole world and by some warm day we had in the middle of the freezing cold that made me really happy. Sorry if there's any mistakes, I'll reread it over later on, xoxo sarcasticeggplant