This is a sequel to Not Your Everyday Love Story, but the two stories can stand on their own.
Disclaimer: No. Disclaimers are bullshit and you know it. If I did own Soul Eater, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, now would I?
xXx(Makka's POV)
"Makka?"
It had been about six months since my dad and my teacher started dating. I don't see anything wrong with it, but my friends sure do. My dad, the 'honorable Death-Scythe-sama', and Dr. Stein, the greatest meister in the history of the DWMA(not including Lord Death, of course), hooking up seemed too good to be true. Not to mention my dad being the biggest ladies man in Death City. Oh, that and they're both guys, so there's that, too.
"Makka?"
There it is again! Who is that? Where am I?
"Makka!"
"Sorry, Soul. I guess I spaced out a little."
"A little? You've been completely ignoring me for the past twenty minutes!"
"Twenty minutes! What time is it?!"
"School's been over for the past hour if that's what you're asking?"
"Shit! I'm late!"
"For what?"
"My dad's birthday!"
xXx
After a hectic run from school to the baker's then home, I just barely managed to beat my dad home. He came in the front door, then into the living room, and then...
"Surprise!"
My dad was taken aback. Everyone we knew was there. As expected, he wasn't alone. And, as expected, Stein was completely unphased by all of this.
xXx
A little while later, I noticed Stein seemed a little on edge.
"What's up, Stein?"
"Someone's missing!"
"No, they're not."
"Yes, they are."
"Who?"
"You'll see." He said with a mischievous grin.
I felt the soul wavelength even before I heard the knock. We had a visitor.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Everyone froze. Who would be here this late at night? I raced down the hall, opened the front door, and gasped. In the doorway was a beat up and bruised girl, same age as me, who looked so weak, it was a wonder she was still standing.
"Hello, sister..." She said. And with that, she toppled over.