(Soul Eater Not!) Certain points highlighted throughout Tsugumi's life, ranging from her first day at Shibusen, to years later.
Or even years before. It will be Tsugumi x Anya themed.

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Sad face. I only own my own imagination and the joy I get from writing this. Anyway, I don't profit from this in the money-making sense.
I only gain joy from writing this and bringing it to you all.

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Enjoy.

This

It's what she'd dreamed about, right? Coming into Shibusen, having two handsome meister guys competing for
her attention and partnership.

"I… Don't really focus, and forget things sometimes and I might cause all sorts of nuisance, but would you like to be
my partner?"

"Huh… Me? I'd be glad to if it's alright with you. But…"

"Why do I have to be with a common person like you? Such a nuisance. I crossed with you and the peasts, the best
is if I move on now."

"So is it decided then?"

"Un. I'm glad."

*Tug*

… Except it isn't what she'd dreamed about. Two meisters, sure. Competing for her attention and partnership, sure.
But neither is handsome, and neither is male.

It isn't what she'd dreamed about… But… Being wielded like that… By her… It… It felt good. She couldn't explain it,
she barely knew her at all and it was the first time she'd ever transformed her entire body. But… Something…
Like… Like a flow she had felt when the blonde's fingers closed around her… It felt good.

Right, almost.

Jealous

Harudori Tsugumi did NOT make a habit of being jealous. She didn't like the way it made her feel. Like she wasn't
good enough. Like this was somehow the other person's fault. No, she didn't like it one bit.

Meme's plentiful breasts. Anya's natural strength and easy confidence to stand up for herself and others. Maka practically
flying up those long stairs, grabbing her falling bag and leaving it by her side like it was nothing, the way she'd wield
Soul as if they were one and the same…

Clutching at the front of her shirt, she bit her lip and frowned.

"Damnit…!"

Strength

It means different things to different people. Physical strength. Mental fortitude. Not cracking under pressure.
That sorta thing.

To Tsugumi, it meant Maka Albarn. Pure and simple. She was the epitome of strength. The peak of the mountain.

Would she ever get there? What did strength even mean to her?

Blade

Blood.

On the ground. On her clothes. A drop rolling slowly down her stomach.

Fire.

Bright and scalding. Its kisses having left marks on her arms, legs, her back, Hell, her cheek.

Air.

Anya was gasping for it.

Meme weaved through it, dodging, taking, and delivering blows on the remaining foes. So did the heavy blow that
finally caught her, sending her to the ground in a heavily bruised and slightly bleeding heap.

And this, is where Tsugumi found it. Her answer.

"Anya!"

Raising her head, still panting, sweat and blood mixing on her forehead, Anya directed her gaze to the blade-part of her
transformed friend and found her eyes there.

Seeing her like that, down on one knee, dress ripped, more bruised than bleeding, cut and swollen lower lip, sweat rolling
down her temples, exhaustion evident, everything this sight presented only made her surer.

"We're busting through! Get ready!"

Anya's blue eyes widened.

"Whacking them won't be enough, Harudori-san…! There's too many…!" She panted. "We need-"

"Then we'll CUT them!"

"…!?"

"Whacking won't be enough, so we'll CUT through them! Come on, Anya! On your feet!"

"… But, Harudori-san…! You don't have a-"

Tsugumi turned her eyes away and saw Meme, bleeding, bruised and exhausted but still pushing herself up off the ground,
a drop of sweat falling from her nose as she raised her head, determination shining through even as the creatures charged.

"You two just GAVE me one!"

With that, her soul swelled.

Anya gasped, her friend's wavelength flowing into her, suddenly feeling massive…!

With a burst of light and brief but loud cry, Tsugumi changed.

"Come on, Anya! On your feet! We're busting through with Meme!"

Her blue eyes wide with awe, Anya slowly rose to her feet, tightening her grip on the halberd as she did. She stared, astonished,
the change evident, her wavelength thrumming through her. A spark suddenly shot out, making her cry out in pain but
she kept her grip.

"Let's go Anya! With the blade you gave me!"

"Yes!"

With that, Anya focused, matching their wavelengths once more and the uncomfortable thrumming seized. Gripping Tsugumi
with both hands, Anya set off.

Slicing through the air and the creatures, Anya dashed right past Meme, who delivered a crushing palm strike to her
own opponent and following Tsugumi's cry of;

"We're going Meme! Come on!"

-Dashed off after them.

Cutting through, piercing and smashing through every creature that barred their way, the three friends made it round
the corner of the ruined city block.

And as they ran… Tsugumi knew she had finally done it. She'd finally found it.

She knew what it meant now. What it meant to her. She knew what it meant, and as she looked at Anya and Meme
from her position on the blonde's shoulder, she knew where it came from.

They were her friends. Her partners.

Her strength.

They were her feet, her arms. And so she, would be their blade.

Relief

They'd been fighting for hours.

Certainly felt like it, at the very least.

Anya was tired. Really tired. And bruised. And her dress had been sliced up enough to be considered ruined too.
Her shoulder made funny noises when she rolled it a certain way too, and Anya was fairly sure a shoulder wasn't
supposed to do that.

Tsugumi was tired. And battered. And bruised. Her weapon form made her hard as steel, not invincible. She could take
swords, spears, hammers (the occasional chainsaw…) without even bleeding, but… Still hurt.

And just when they thought they were finally done with the onslaught of enemies, there was a merry whistle in the air,
and then shit really came out of the woodwork.

With the shit having really hit the fan by this point, with the two of them being exhausted and bruised, they opted to
turn around and run like Hell.

There really was only one thing worse than running at your top speed, Anya decided as she struggled to fill her lungs with
air, and that was running at your top speed while exhausted. And in Tsugumi's case, staying in weapon form for prolonged
periods of time sucked, let's just put it that way. So even though Anya was the one doing the running, Tsugumi felt like she'd
taken a few tumbles down some very steep and rocky cliffs, and then climbed back up again. Several times. Hell, she was so
tired she couldn't even see straight. And if she was that tired, she'd hate to imagine how Anya must be feeling…

Making a sharp turn around a corner, with something sharp-sounding whistling just past her ear, they both raised
their gazes and… And…

And there stood Stein and Maka. Stein smoking with Marie (In weapon form) wrapped around his arm, Maka with Soul
raised up high and ready.

"You kids get back to Shibusen." Stein said lazily and blew a plume of smoke from his mouth.

"We'll take it from here!" Maka stated and angled her scythe behind her.

"Let's show 'em we're the coolest people around!" Soul exclaimed with his trademark grin bleeding into his voice.

Tsugumi could have cried.

Aaaand, scene! Beautiful! Thank you, we got it!

So, that's it for chapter one, I'll see about getting some more bits out sometime later this week. I'm also having another look at my other stories, so yes, I WILL be updating some of my older stuff. When? Well, we'll see. Just know I WILL do it sometime. See you's later! (Hopefully)