A/N: hello people, this is my first fanfic so hope you like. btw I do not own Soul Eater and some credit to Sda209, a friend of mine, for helping me. Enjoy 3.

Chapter I:

Announcement

Maka Albarn continued to scribble down her notes as Dr. Stein droned on about the latest dissection; another rare organism near extinction. She wondered why he has a deep passion for dissecting virtually anything in his sight, though the scythe technician supposed that Stein is obviously a mad scientist, considering that he fell under the seductive sway of the Madness. But still, she finds it disturbing and horrifying that Dr. Stein still has his love to dissect poor and innocent endangered animals, and just virtually anything regardless of its material makeup.

As Dr. Stein continued to explain about the dissection, Spirit came in, giving a note to the mad scientist. The Death Scythe then began to wave at Maka gleefully. Maka glared at Spirit, lowering herself in great embarrassment with a blush and pout on her face as some of the classmates started to chuckle.

"Spirit," Stein suddenly said, "are you really sure Death is wanting to make this request?"

"Well, yeah..." he trailed off, most likely feeling a similar mixture of confounded emotions.

"Anyway, I have to go now." Before he closed the door, he turned to face Maka.

"And Maka, stay safe from unruly men!"

The scythe technician raised up once again, relieved her father is gone, though she still has an irritated pout on her face from the embarrassment he caused. Unruly men? Why did you cheat on Mama, then?

Stein returned to speaking, silencing the class and Maka's doubtful thoughts of Spirit and his awful lies.

"Okay class, now that we're done with the explanation for the time being," everyone sighed a breath of relief at this, "I wanted to remind you that this Friday is Valentine's Day. Lord Death wanted to congratulate us for our hard work defeating the Kishin, so he decided to host a Valentine's Dance Party on that Friday Night."

"In order to prepare for the upcoming dance, he wants to make things... interesting," a few, especially Black Star, students snickered, but the mad scientist glared at them, silencing them. "Tomorrow, during homeroom, each of you will pass out Valentine cards to someone you deem special. You may pick one of the senders' cards you will recieve to dance with. This is mandatory, since Lord Death wants no one to be left out."

All of the students began glancing at each other with flushed, irritated, mystified, or uncertain expressions on their faces. Soul, Black Star, and Kid gazed lovingly at Maka, who was too busy deep in her thoughts to notice the three boys. Then Dr. Stein went back to the lesson, boring the class. Everyone, besides Ox Ford, Maka, and a very few students, was doing nothing from the lack of sleep, but three boys—Soul, Black Star, and Death the Kid-however were thinking about Maka. Soul was admiring her cute, pale face, Kid is thinking erratically about her perfectly symmetrical frame, and Blackstar was scribbling 'Black Star X Maka' all over his sheet of notes (not that he ever jot them down, anyway).

Liz, Patty, and Tsubaki looked on with great interest. For the three weapons, it was actually quite amusing to see their meisters, and Soul, leering at the hardworking Maka.

"I don't think Maka even notices," whispered Liz to Patty. As usual, she giggled ecstatically. "I wonder who she likes?"

Finally, the bell rang. Dr. Stein reminded all of the students to prepare their Valentine's cards for school tomorrow. The group packed up their school materials, and joined the flowing river of students.

The group were sitting contendly on their lunch table in the cafeteria. All but the three boys were enjoying their lunches. Liz noticed Kid arranging his mashed potatoes into a symmetrical heart that had Maka's and his initials printed with perfection in the exact middle. She turned to Black Star, who seems to be gazing at Maka intently whilst he munched down on his food. Reverting her sight to Soul, he was simply picking his food as if something very horrific happened to him recently.

Quite frankly, it seems that only she, Patty, and Tsubaki noticed the peculiar behavior. The scythe technician was simply too deep in her thoughts trying to think of what to give her Valentine card to. She turned to Crona, who was very anxious about the recent announcement.

"Who are you going to give your Valentine's card to, Crona?" she asked. Crona jumped in surprise. He turned to a curious Maka, unsure of the question the scythe technician pondered.

"I-I don't know, Maka," said the former demon-sword technician. "I never been on a Valentine's event before, and I really don't know how to deal with that this time."

Since the Kishin's defeat, Crona has been acting a bit more social recently. He stopped stuttering and his habit of not knowing what to deal with normal commodities (which is honestly more related to lack of knowledge than habit). However, there are some things that he still quite cannot deal with.

"It's okay, Crona," assured Maka, placing her hand on Crona's shoulder. "I'm sure you'll find someone special."
The sword technician smiled. The three males could've sworn that they saw a pink flush crawling in his otherwise pale cheeks. Before they were given the chance of lashing or retaliation, Ragnarok suddenly emergedfrom Crona's back.

"Oh quit your whining, Crona!" the weapon mass hollered angrily. "This is your chance to get some chicks digging into you. And when the time comes for you to bang them-"

Maka 'Maka Chopped' Ragnarok's head, too flustered and infuriated to care about Crona. When she returned to her senses, however, Maka repeatedly apologized to the sword technician, whose body sprawled all over the floor with a ticked Ragnarok. The scene was attracting some definite attention. Stein, who was there for reasons unknown, sent him to the clinic to have him checked up.

He and Marie have recently become lovers. The couple wanted to have Crona as an adopted son, and Lord Death happily agreed. As Stein walked his step-son to the clinic, the three boys glanced at each other with fierce determination to have Maka. Unbeknowst to Soul, Black Star, and Death the Kid, the three are going to have some definite competition with the male student body of the DWMA.