A/N: So! I've been thinking... Yeah. I'll make the sequel. :D JUST BECAUSE I LOVE YOU GUYS and I also want to know what will happen to them next. Unfortunately, I still don't have a plot line but I do know what I want this to be like. Any ideas? ;)
I would like to thank the people who PMed me to continue this story and a special someone who told me she'd kidnap me. :D ILOVEYOU and this first chapter goes to you. You know who are. *wink wink*
For readers that haven't read the first story, STOP NOW. GO and find the first story because none of it will make sense if you read this one and not the other one first.
Exhaustion.
Death City has been in utter chaos since Asura came even on his death he still tainted the souls of the people. People have been moving out of Death City and the whole city was on 'operation restoration' or 'O.R.' as the Lord of Death calls it. All the students of Shibusen have been working nonstop to clean up the City and it was becoming tiresome.
Maka and Soul crash down on their apartments couch not bothering to do anything else. They have been working for 3 days straight without any kinds of break aside from a 30 minute nap they were given every 8 hours. They would rest for 12 hours and come back to the city grounds for another 48 hours of hard labor.
Sweaty and dirty, Maka and Soul were in the brink of falling to sleep when their phone rang. Both made no move to pick it up. It was probably Azusa Yumi, a death scythe telling them to come back because they are suddenly short on students.
"Don't." Slurred a barely awake Soul. "Let it ring."
A few days ago before the 'O.R.' was established Soul and Maka were called to the Death Room for something important. Both were quite nervous since both have them broke a lot of rules during the battle of Asura. Win or lose they had to be punished and neither wanted to know how or what.
Together holding hands they entered the room and to their surprise all of the Death Scythes were present so was the gang. Were they going to be punished in front of their friends? It was cruel. Both gripped on each others hand as the Death Lord looked at them or what seemed like he was looking at them, hands behind his back.
It wasn't like him and it made Maka's nerves go wild and with out thinking she stepped froward. "Lord Death, if your going to expel us please, it was my fault, not Soul's. It was my idea to disobey you and Soul couldn't let me go by myself so he came with. I know it's too late but I apologize for everything." She blurted out.
Soul yanked her back. "No, if there's someone that would be punished it should be me. It was my fault for letting Maka go. I should be expelled." He says hand on his pockets.
"Soooooooooooooooul~" She whined trying to pull Soul back. "No! Lord Death don't listen to him."
The Lord of Death hopped in front of them tilting his slim figure down on the two. "Well you two, do you even know why we called you here?" He said with a serious tone making Maka cringe.
Maka and Soul nodded looking down at their shoes. Death smite them for whatever might happen to them. The two saved the whole city but in doing so endangered many lives and for that they knew they had to be punished.
They could almost feel the Shinigami lift an eyebrow if he had any. He clapped his hands. "Very well. If you two already know let's not prolong this. Spirit, if you may."
Maka froze gripping Soul's hand. The two glance at each other sharing a knowing look. The Death Scythe walked to them a blank expression on his face holding a bulky black bag that probably held Maka and Soul's punishment if they were lucky.
"Maka, Soul." Spirit said. They hesitantly looked up biting their lower lip. Spirit dug his hand inside the bag they held their breathe, all eyes on them. After what seemed like forever the Death Scythe finally pulled out his arm. In his hand was a purple orb floating in front of the two.
A questionable look passed through the two they eyed the orb then back at each other not knowing what it meant.
"Is this our punishment? To stare at a witches Soul?" Asked Soul smugly crossing his arms. Maka was still speechless as she tried to figure out what they were trying to say with the witches soul then it hit her.
Her breathe falters. "This can't mean-? You're not really?" She started holding her hand up to her mouth.
"What?" Soul looked at her lazily.
Maka looked pale as she held Soul's hand with an iron grip.
Soul shrugged. "Short stack! Flat chest!" he mocked trying to get her attention but to no avail.
She finally looked at him a wide grin on her face. He only stared at her clueless on what was happening.
Lord Death cleared his throat then. "Maka Albarn, Soul Evans, the both of you have gone through a lot through your years here in Shibusen." he stopped a looked down on his gloved hands reading something. WAS IT HIS SPEECH? Oh death. Everyone in the room sighed.
It was Kid who came up to the stone steps and cleared his throat making everyone look at him. "Everyone, Maka and Soul have shown Shibusen what true power and friendship meant. They showed us how powerful their bond is and through the years they have never failed to impress us with their strength."
Soul raised an eyebrow at Kid. Through the years the two have not been quite friendly with each other aside form their bickers and arguments about Maka.
"When they faced Asura with such bravery and courage everyone was shunned at how the two were that is why, we are here by giving this witches soul to the pair." Kid continued. "and with the 99 souls they have collected over the years Shibusen will now give them their promise, to become a Death Scythe."
The room went wild as people cheered and whooped.
Maka's eyes literally sparkled. She had been waiting for this very day. Her mother would be proud in the corner of her eyes she could even see her papa tearing up. She felt Soul tug on her. She glanced at her partner. Memories of their friendship flashed before their very eyes. They both smiled at each other.
Maka nudged him towards the soul and bit her lip in happiness.
Soul took a step towards the soul when he was close enough he grabbed for it, giving Maka one last look he slipped it onto his mouth. The room went suddenly silent, waiting, waiting for something.
Soul could suddenly feel it. The power, the glory, the immeasurable strength of a fart. A very loud smelly fart.
Yes, Soul was now a true member of the Death Scythes one of the youngest even. Maka was also one of the youngest Meister's to ever make their weapon a Death Scythe. On the day of the reaping, Maka wielded Soul for the very first time as a Death Scythe in front of the crowd.
The familiar warmth suddenly fills her making her close her eyes in comfort.
The crowd cheered for them but for the two the cheers sounded so distant, it was only the two of them.
Like instant the news about Soul becoming a Death Scythe erupted through the halls of Shibusen and his locker practically exploded from the letter he received. He didn't even give them a second glance. He was Maka's but even so Maka was still quite agar. It pissed her off and what pissed her off more was when Jackie, the lantern girl literally asked Soul out in front of her. Was she not seen anymore?
Soul told her as they sat down to talk about it that he didn't want anything to do with Jackie which he made clear when Jackie asked him out in fron of Maka but Maka wasn't buying it. She didn't even know why she was fuzzing over it but it pissed her and it made Soul quite happy for some reason. Soul's stalkers were also a maddening sight. Girls would grope at him and would follow him around.
Maka wasn't saved from the mad partnering scheme, her locker was just as full and men flocked at her feet when soul wasn't there which almost never happened. It made him furious how they knelt at her feet but that wasn't all that he was worrying about. It was that Death the Kid that made him want to strangle someone really bad. Not that Maka agreed with going out with him but it still pissed the death out of Soul whenever Kid would eye her and how he always found the opportunity to talk to her.
When the phone wouldn't stop ringing Maka rolled out of Soul's arms and crawled to the phone with a yawn she picks it up.
"Hello?" She said sleepily.
There was a pause and Maka was about to say hello again when the familiar voice said, "Maka, I'm coming for you."
It took Maka a few seconds before the words sunk. Her breathing stopped. She hadn't had a letter in weeks, this explained it.
She slammed the phone back feeling nostalgic.
Soul moaned out stretching his sore arms. "That bad?"
Maka didn't answer as she crawled back to the couch into Soul's warm arms.
A/N: The joys of writing. So how waaaaaaaaaaaaas it? Any good? I HOPE SO. :) I will be starting my shout outs again in the next chapter soooooooooo... :D
Until next time.
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