A/N: Hannah and Marty are not mine. They are from Wolfsbane706's story "Learning Curve." Sarah and Daniel are mine, though. Soul Eater is definitely not mine.

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Sarah's POV

No. Ane-chan was NOT doing this to me.

"Don't leave me alone with him!" I begged, grabbing her boot as she tried to leave out the front door. I never let go, and so she ended up dragging me on the carpet. Danny, my little adopted brother, looked at me like I was crazy. Maka sighed and gave me her most evil glare.

"You're being unreasonable, Sarah. Soul's not going to do anything."

"No, you're just being mean, and Soul's just going to pull another prank on me!"

"Danny and I are going on a mission," stated my best friend, as if they were only going for a stroll.

"Without me and Soul?"

"Yes, without you guys..." Danny was a scythe too, so of course she wouldn't bring us. We weren't required. After all Maka could only wield one scythe at a time, but still... I could go along too! I could be backup, using Soul. I was a Meister first, after all, but that's a long story.

Struggling, I hugged her foot tighter as she tried to wiggle away, inching to the door.

"But why do I have to go to ballet class, can you tell me that?" I couldn't help it, the tears were already forming in my eyes. I widened them in the hope that their brown depths would drag some sympathy out of Maka for me.

Her eye twitched in annoyance instead.

"I forgot we had class this Tuesday, and I promised Hannah I'd find someone to go with her while I'm gone."

"Why ME?" I whined (which I usually don't do, for the record). "Why? Why? I trip over my own feet!"

"Not when you're fighting, you don't."

"I don't even have a leotard or tights."

Sighing, Ane-chan pointed to the pink pinstripe bag she left on the counter for me.

"I hate dancing, Ane!"

"You're going," she said, using her scariest voice. And with that the discussion was closed. Sometimes I hate living with Maka, Soul, and Daniel. Wallowing in defeat and keeping my head down, I pouted. This was so un-fair.

Sometimes I hate being younger than Maka-chan, even if I love her.

Danny snickered, and I shot a look at the ten-year old that made him look away, whistling. Her usually symmetrical grin popped onto her face and she made her way out the door after Daniel. "I hope you have a good time, Imouto," she said, waving. "Be nice to Hannah-san and say 'hi' for me, okay?" When she and Danny closed the door I flopped onto the couch and kicked my feet up in a mini-tantrum.

"You're the meanest cousin in the wo~rld!"

I swore I heard Soul chuckling from his seat at the kitchen table. Strolling over I found he was looking over what looked to be his newest song most likely. Geh, I'm not that into composing classical, but when I pieced together the melody in my head, I guess it was 'alright.' He looked up from the notes, the pencil's eraser resting on his lip.

"Sarah," he said, matter-of-factly, "you've gotten really bratty lately, you know that?"

That sarcastic little—I felt my anger shoot through the roof, my wavelength suddenly charged, waiting to slice something.

"Shut up, or I'll 'Sarah-Slash' you..."

And then he got pale and shut his mouth, 'cause he knew just what that meant. My soul may look angelic, but it's far from it when I'm angry.

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Hannah's Pov

Frankly, I'm a bit nervous. Maka is late, class is to start soon, and Marty and Tsubaki are nowhere in sight. I sat on the bench outside the dance studio in my ballet uniform.

"Hmm.." I said, as I twirled my ponytail, but then stopped, thinking back to when Marty tried twirling me around in my weapon-form. Ick, maybe I should skip class today.

I'd hoped that when Professor Stein sent Maka and I to these lessons, that I'd get over this weird thing. I mean, does a weapon need to twirl? A lot of my weapon friends do, and it seems to work for Maka and Soul, too. But apparently the problem with me is probably my sense of balance, or something. Professor Stein said the lessons would help improve it, and the "spin-sickness" would soon go away.

It helped, a little... a lot actually, but I still get really queasy when Marty spins me around or swings me too fast.

"Hey."

Speak of the devil. I suddenly wished I was wearing my regular jeans/pink t-shirt combo I usually wore. When I looked up he was standing there casually, staring at me with those rust-red eyes of his. Scratching his hair he turned aside to reveal Soul dragging a shortish girl by a pink leotard identical to mine. I'd never seen her in ballet class before, and was curious.

"Who's this?"

"I forgot to tell you..." he said guiltily. With the hand not in his baggy black jeans he adjusted his wire-frame glasses nervously. "Maka called and said she couldn't make it."

"Yeah," growled Soul, his teeth looking especially menacing. " I had to pull her here because she was being difficult."

"Nya~!" said the girl suddenly, jumping to her feet. "You didn't have to do that Soru-kun!" In a burst of anger she smacked him on the head repeatedly with her petite fists. After a bit she calmed down and Soul sighed in relief.

"So, she sent...um..." I had no idea what to call this new girl. Her brown eyes, though big and innocent in appearance, (in truth) looked like they were ready to kill me, and her black pigtails reminded me of a certain Scythe-Meister I know.

"Hello, m-m-my name's Sarah," she said. "Sarah Albarn. I'm Maka's cousin." Not only that, but Sarah's tan skin was deeper and browner than Marty's. It didn't go well with the pink of the leotard she wore, but I guess it was the wrong shade for her complexion. Maybe something more like magenta would be best?

"Hi," I said, trying to sound nice.

"Yeah," said Marty. "Sarah's here because Maka forgot about class and she already has a mission she has to go on today."

"So she isn't in Death City at all?" Drat, Soul, Maka and I had planned to go to the mall later with some people they wanted me and Marty to meet. "But wait, how is she supposed to fight without Soul?"

"Oh, no, she took my little bro Danny instead. He's a scythe as well." She pouted her full lips, giving me a worried look. "It's no fair, Ane knows I don't dance."

Then it hit me, was it Sarah and Danny that they wanted me to meet? I looked to "Maka's cousin" and rubbed my eyes with my fists. For a second I thought her eyes were glowing purple, but I guess I was imagining things because after a second they were milk-chocolate brown.

"I'll leave now," said Marty, pulling on his silver wristband once before disappearing around the corner with Soul trailing not far behind.