DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER.

This fanfiction is not really related to the plot and settings of the manga or the anime. Just think of it as a bonus story or an act played by the DWMA students. The idea of this fanfiction is based on 'Another Job Wanted!" by another author of fanfiction. Please forgive me if you are upset that I based this fanfiction on your idea.

DWMA IS A GUILD, RATHER THAN AN ACADEMY IN THIS STORY.

"What?"

Shinigami-sama cocked his head. "What do you mean, what?"

"I mean, what did you just say?" Spirit asked.

"I said, 'what do you mean, what?' to you."

"No, the sentence before that!"

"Oh, that."

"Yes, that.'

" I said, ' I think Maka should get a job that can controll her short temper lately. She needs to cool down a little after endless days of missions and collecting souls.' "

"Oh." Spirit replied dumbly. "In other words...?"

"In other words, silly, she needs to take a break from the DWMA Guild missions and find a job that can control her temper."

"..."

"Hello? Spirit-chan, you there?" Shinigami-sama waved his huge, floppy hands.

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?"

Maka stared at Shinigami-sama, trying to piece things things together. "...So, I need to take a break from missions because my temper's getting in the way, and find a job that can smooth my temper for a bit?"

"Yes, yes! Maka-chan, I knew you would get it! You're smart, after all!"

"Somehow, that sounds criticizing..." Maka muttered.

"But Shinigami-sama, so I won't be able to do regular missions until then?"

"No, you can still do regular missions. HOWEVER, your job, whatever it is, will ALWAYS be first priority, you got that?" Shinigami-sama sang merrily.

"...Yes..." Maka answered sullenly.

"Good good good!" He sang, oblivious to Maka's mood. "Oh, and yes, this mission will be at least a month long! If you get fired within one month, you start over and find another job! And if you get fired again, the cycle starts over! And if your temper still hasn't gone down, we try something else!"

"That does sound criticizing, Shinigami-sama."

"Mission received?"

"...Yes..." Maka managed to strangle out.

What have I gotten myself into? She thought gloomily.

After the conversation with Shinigami-sama, Maka left Deathbucks with no succession of finding a job that could test her patience nor temper.

Already extremely grumpy, Maka stomped down the street.

BANG!

Maka's mood got even worse, for thunderclouds could be seen rolling over her head, crackling and bellowing.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, YOU INSOLENT FOOL!" She yelled at the black-haired teen who had bumped into her.

The teen stared at her, stunned, and then returned the remark. "Same to you, Grump." He said snidely.

"COME AGAIN?' Maka shoved a fist under his nose.

"I'm sorry. madam, but I still have an errand to run. Good day." The well-dressed, black-haired-with-three-white-stripes-on-one-side tennager bowed.

"And yes, you do look like a pig somehow. But a symmetrical one at that." he called over his shoulder and stifled a snicker.

Maka stood there, dumbfolded, until rage was bubbling and boiling inside her. "One minute he's all oh-I'm-such-a-gentleman and the next minute he's all oh-I'm-such-a-smartmouthed-badboy?"

"ASSHOLE! I SWEAR, I'LL KILL YOU THE NEXT TIME WE MEET!" She yelled with all her might and dignity and rage, shooting flamed missiles from her gaze after the direction the boy went.

"I'm looking forward to it~!" The teasing, distant voice called back.

Maka twitched violently. "You little-!" And with a string of curses and rude remarks that can even make Soul nervous, she continued to stomp down the street, looking for any kid of jobs that might fit her need.