DISCLAIMER: I do not own Soul Eater. Soul Eater belongs to Atsushi Okubo. However I do own the plot of this story and any OC's.
It was a normal day like no other. The sun was up ahead grinning, watching with amusement at all of the citizens of Death City. Townspeople passed by local shops, laughing and making jokes, children were skipping happily.
The city was no longer encompassed in darkness like that dreadful day when the Kishin took over Death City, however, our fellow hero and protagonist, Maka Albarn defeated the Kishin and since that day everyone in the DWMA looked up to her, Lord Death acknowledged her and also thanks to her, her partner Soul Evans became a Death Scythe, the most powerful weapon, a weapon that has the privilege to be wielded by Lord Death.
After the Kishin's defeat, Death the Kid decided to throw a huge party in his mansion and as always his father complied. The gang celebrated, downing shots in one gulp, even Crona drank, though it was just a little bit. At the end everyone ended up on the floor with huge silly grins on their face.
5 years passed and everyone started to change and mature in a way that Lord Death would feel proud for his students for accomplishing so much. Soul was still the 'cool' laid-back guy that everyone knew but he grown taller, his muscles were more defined and he definitely looked more like a man.
Maka Albarn was no longer flat-chested, being eighteen years old had some privileges after all, and her bust grew a few sizes, but she was still an A-cup nonetheless. Her hips were wider and her legs were long and slender. Not only that but she grew taller too, sporting a proud 5 feet 7. Still she was the same old Maka, the girl with a short-temper, her Maka-chops even deadlier since she's stronger; so much that boys would cower in fear whenever she'd grab a book.
Death the Kid also got taller, now the same size as Liz. He was still thin though but the muscles on his arms were more defined from going on all those missions. He still has an OCD and an obsession over symmetry but this time he tries his best to keep his symmetry rants to himself. Liz would feel relief when she didn't have to put up with his annoying symmetry rants but she'd feel sad at the same time because that was his usual self. Still symmetry will always be perfection. According to Death the Kid.
Black Star grew to be the same size as his partner, Tsubaki. His muscle mass expanded and now, being eighteen, he looked like one of those tough muscle guys you see wrestling each other on TV. From that entire loud and obnoxious demeanor, he had a soft side underneath, particularly for his life-long partner, Tsubaki, and recently they started dating. She noted that ever since they began dating, Black Star matured physically and as a person too. Still he'd rant endlessly about surpassing God and Tsubaki would smile to herself, knowing all too well that Black Star would never change.
Even Patty changed. She was the same as in she still was her normal playful self except for the fact that she didn't need to rely on her older sister Liz and that she no longer obsessed over giraffes or random things.
Crona changed too. He was no longer the shy boy that seeks refuge in corners or small confined spaces, well so far. He grew a few inches taller, a bit taller than Tsubaki or Death the Kid. The muscles on his arms and on his abdomen were also defined, signaling the training that he had to endure along with Black Star. The robe he wore only accentuated his hips, which was the only reason why others would think that he was a girl. He is a boy though, he just had a curvy ass. Still, he would stutter when he was pressured in doing something he'd find uncomfortable.
Almost everyone changed in their own unique way. Stein was the same man that had an obsession in dissecting creatures; Spirit was still protective over his own daughter, even though Maka kept telling him that she was eighteen years old and that she could take care of herself.
In conclusion, everyone matured but underneath it all, their usual selves would never go away, because that was what defined their souls.
"Oi Maka." A certain, deep masculine voice says.
"What, Soul?"
"Did you talk to Lord Death yet?"
The scythe meister glances at her partner inquisitively. She raises a single thin blonde eyebrow at him. "Um…no."
Soul got up from his position at the breakfast table in their small apartment and walked over to his meister and sat next to her on the couch. He turns to face her.
"Well he said it was important."
Maka tilted her head to the side. "When did you talk to him?"
"This morning. He called me on my mirror and asked me to tell our friends to meet up with him in the Death room. I'm guessing it's something really serious if he wanted to tell it to our friends."
Maka's brow furrowed. What could be so important? She wondered. Lately they haven't been on any missions and since Asura was defeated, there weren't any kishin egg souls for them to demolish. Since that day they took their time to head to the gym and exercise, which was the reason why they were all in great shape.
"Oh. So you want me to tell the others?"
He nodded in response. "Yeah."
"Okay then, let me go get my coat first."
As Maka puts on her usual black trench coat, she grabs the keys from the key hanger and locks the door behind her. She decides that the first thing is to visit Lord Death in the Death room. Then she could call the others and ask them to show up.
She sighs as the trip from her apartment to the DMWA takes forever. She scowls at Soul for not letting her use his motorcycle. Finally after what seemed like a half-hour of walking, she arrives at the majestic entrance of the Death Weapon Meister Academy. She smiles to herself. Soon they would be graduating.
She trudges along the steps with ease, nearing the entrance and once she was there she immediately goes inside without hesitation. Her sight gazes around the all-too familiar hallways and corridors. She finds a door with a skull on it and the name 'Death Room' and heads inside. She is welcomed with an all too familiar tunnel of torii gates that were specifically designed to look like guillotines. The room was designed with blue skies and tranquil white clouds, with no ceiling, making it look like it was some kind of different dimension. Dark crosses stood in the background.
Lord Death stood in his spot, waiting patiently for her to arrive. Once Maka utters a greeting, the grim reaper turns around and claps his big hands together. His expression the same through his mask.
"Why hello Maka! How are you?"
Before Maka could respond, Lord Death grabs her hand and twirls her around. "You've grown so much too. You're no longer a little girl, you've grown into one fine woman!" He says, his hollow eyes closing as his expression shows one of happiness.
The ashy blonde simply smiled sheepishly. "Good afternoon Lord Death. It's been quite a while since we last saw each other."
"Indeed Maka. Now did you tell your friends to come?" He said in his usual happy-go-lucky voice.
"Oh. Hehe no…" She said, scratching the side of her face nervously.
Lord Death, however, wasn't mad. "That's all right. I'll just say it to you."
Maka smiled and nodded at him. "Yes. What was it you wanted to tell me?"
The grim reaper clapped his hands together as he prepared himself to drop the bomb on her. "It turns out that…"
"MAKA!" A certain, familiar flamboyant voice says.
Maka's insides cringed. Ugh hell no, she thought with a grimace. Disgust clearly shown in her features.
However, she reluctantly turned around and forced a smile on her face. "Hello Papa…" She fake-greeted him.
The grim reaper's death scythe, her father, ran towards her and embraced Maka in one tight bone-crushing hug. He nudges her cheek with his cheek in a fatherly loving way. "Oh Maka I've missed you so much! You had me so worried! I thought something bad happened to you!" He said, tears spilling down his eyes in a comical way.
Maka's left eye twitched annoyingly and her throat constricted as she tried desperately to breathe. "Can't…breathe…." She whimpered.
Spirit realizing that he was unintentionally choking his daughter, released himself from the embrace. Maka collapsed on the floor, panting exhausted. She held up a finger to signal both Lord Death and Spirit to give her a minute to compose herself. She propped herself up and stood, brushing any dust left on her.
Finally she cleared her throat. "Papa…Lord Death and I were in the middle of an important conversation." She stated formally.
"That's right Spirit." The grim reaper interjected.
But Spirit just bawled his eyes out. "When will you make time for your old man?" He said, his voice hoarse from so much crying.
The scythe meister just sweat-dropped. "Soon...now can I speak to Lord Death privately?"
Spirit pursed his lips into a fish pout. "Very well…" he said.
He turned around to leave till he heard his own meister call out for him. "Spirit! Stay here. I need to talk to you too."
"Oh?"
He turned around counterclockwise and faced Lord Death. "Yes Lord Death?"
The grim reaper in question claps his hands together, once again, and bounces back in two steps. "All right. What I was saying is that since you and your friends have worked so hard to defeat the Kishin, I've decided to give you all a well-deserved award."
Maka cocked her head to the side. "An award?"
"Yes, that's what I said."
Spirit frowned. "…What about me?"
Lord Death turned from his side facing Maka, to face his loyal death scythe. "Spirit, please don't interrupt me."
"Lord Death?" Maka's soft voice spoke.
"Well I've decided…" He began.
Both Maka and Spirit leaned closer to listen to the grim reaper better.
"…That you all are going on vacation!"
Maka's mouth dropped to the floor comically. "That's it?" She said, her face twisted into utter shock.
"That's it. I'm sending you and your friends to Jamaica!"
Maka couldn't believe her ears. She honestly thought that Lord Death was going to send her on an important mission to kill another Kishin egg or something like that. Still the tension eased out of her shoulders and she visibly relaxed, relieved that it wasn't something bad after all.
Spirit's face turned into one of determination. "I'm going too."
Lord Death, however, wagged a single gloved finger at him. "Ah ah ah. No you're not. Maka is a young adult now, and so are her friends. They can all fend for themselves and you know it." He explained gently to his death scythe, who was currently disappointed.
"B-but…"
"No buts." He stated firmly. He turned to his left side to face Maka. "Tell your friends Maka and pack your bags because you're all going to a luxurious resort in Montego Bay for two weeks. Isn't that exciting?"
Maka grinned and nodded fervently at the grim reaper. "Very!"
"Now hurry up Maka. The flight is tomorrow at exactly 11 am, knowing my son would refuse to wake up at an hour that's not exactly eight 'o'clock…" he mused. "I bought 8 tickets for you and your friends. Once you arrive at Sangster International Airport, you and your friends will take a short bus ride to Sunset Beach Resort. As for the money I will entrust it with my son, it should be enough for your sakes." He chuckled.
Maka stared at him, wide-eyed. "That's it?"
Lord Death closed his dark hollow eyes, contemplative. "Yes." He opened them. "Now run along and tell your friends! Time is running!"
Maka smiled and bowed slightly. "Right. Good-bye Papa, good-bye Lord Death!" And with that she bolted out of the room, in a hurried fashion.
Before she managed to leave, her father called out to her. "Maka wait!"
She stopped. Her neck shifted and she faced her father from the side. She grits her teeth in annoyance. "Yes Papa?"
Spirit grabs the tickets in Lord Death's hands and walks over to her, a soft smile on his face. "You forgot the tickets." He explained gently.
Maka's expression softened. "Oh. Thanks." Spirit hands the eight tickets to his daughter. Then he embraces her again, this time more softly.
"…I'll miss you…" He whispered in her ear. Then he wipes a tear from his eye. "Take care of yourself Maka. Please for God's sake don't do anything rash!"
Maka just stood there immobile. Then she smiled slightly, even for just a second. "Yes Papa." She reluctantly hugged him in return, and then pulled back as quickly as possible.
Then she retreated out of the room, before hearing Lord Death scream: "Have fun!"
Once she was back at the apartment, she was surprised to find her group of friends in the living room. Black Star was watching TV with Tsubaki and Patty. Kid was arranging her pictures on the walls as neatly as possible; Liz sat on the couch and painted her nails mindlessly, Soul sat at his breakfast table eating a sandwich and Crona sat next to Patty, twirling a stray lock of pink hair absent-mindedly.
When Maka opened the door, everyone turned to look at her. Soul's expression turns serious. "You're here. What did Lord Death say?"
Maka's expression didn't change and she showed them the eight plane tickets.
"We're going on a trip." She announced.
Black Star frowned. "A trip? What kind of trip?"
Maka's expression, however, remains the same. Then…
"WE'RE GOING TO JAMAICA!"
Everyone sweat-dropped nervously at her. "Whaaaaat…!"
"Lord Death told me that he thinks that we deserve a vacation so he gave me eight tickets so we can all go to Jamaica!" As she said this, she jumped up and down, excitedly.
"The flight's tomorrow and our stay will last two weeks so hurry up and pack everything you need! We have to wake up early tomorrow!"
Black Star's face contorted into utter shock. So did Tsubaki, Soul, Liz, Patty, Kid and Crona.
The death scythe stood up. "Hey, I think it's a good idea. Jamaica's cool."
Maka walked over to Kid. "Your father wanted you to have this. It's supposed to be all of our money, so we can go to places and buy souvenirs…I guess." She handed the silver credit card with a skull on it to the young grim reaper.
Kid placed a hand on his chin, thinking why his father told Maka instead of his own son. "Very well then…" he began. "Liz. Patty." His two demon pistol weapons turned to face him at the sound of their names. "Let's go. We have a lot of packing to do." He said in his usual formal tone.
They both nodded and turned to leave along with their meister. "We'll see you guys tomorrow!" Patty said, excitedly.
This left the five of them. Soul asked his partner. "Hey Maka. If we're going to Jamaica, does this mean we need bathing suits?"
The ashy blonde resisted the urge to face palm herself. "Yes Soul."
Crona shifted uneasily in his seat. "Um…"
The scythe technician looked over at her best friend. She walked over to sit beside him. "Yes Crona?" She said in her gentle tone whenever she spoke to the shy swordsman.
"I…" he began. "I…don't have a b-bathing suit…"
Of course, she thought. But of course Crona didn't have a bathing suit if he wasn't even comfortable in his own skin.
"Well we can always go shopping." She suggested.
At the sound of that, Black Star stood up from the couch he was sitting on and grabbed his girlfriend by the hand. "You guys can go shopping while Tsubaki and I go to our house and pack. Right Tsubaki?" He addressed the last couple words sweetly to his lover. Tsubaki smiled lovingly in response. She giggled. Black Star kissed his girlfriend on her forehead, yelled out his goodbyes and retreated out of Maka and Soul's apartment, Tsubaki waving politely at the both of them.
Soul, Maka and Crona stood awkwardly in the living room. A silence started to fill the air until Maka grabbed Crona's hand and urged him to get up. "Come on Crona! We have to find you a bathing suit that you like!"
The pink-haired boy clutched his left arm tightly, a gesture that Maka knows too well. "O-okay…"
"I'll pack in the meantime. See you Maka, Crona." Soul said before he left to his room.
Both Maka and Crona went to the local Death City mall and entered a swimsuit shop. The shy swordsman looked around the store in awe. Various mannequins stood in display, showing the latest fashions, since it was already spring season in Death City and its inhabitants were preparing themselves for the oncoming summer.
A salesman approached Maka. "Is there anything you're looking for?" He asked in his professional tone.
"Yeah. I'm looking for a bathing suit for my friend here."
The salesman eyed Crona for a while, surveying his clothes from top to bottom. "What kind of colors do you like?" He asked him.
Crona fidgeted on the spot. "Black." He said beneath his breath.
"I'm sorry. I can't hear you."
"Black."
Maka turned to him. "He said black."
The salesman smiled. "Right. May I suggest dark swimming trunks?"
Maka smiled in return. "Anything you have."
Moments later, the salesman returned with two pairs of swimming trunks, one dark blue and the other black. He handed them to Crona, which he accepted wordlessly.
Before Maka could ask, "The dressing rooms are in the back. Let me know if you need anything." Then he left.
She shoved her best friend into a dressing room and threw the two swimming trunks and before Crona could protest, she closed the door tightly.
The demon swordsman looked down at the two bathing suits on the floor. Ragnarok popped out of his back and settled on his head. "Well what are you waiting for ya jackass? Just put the damn swimming suit on so we can leave this fucking shit hole!" He said in his high-pitched tone.
Crona winced at his harsh tone. "B-but I've never tried on a bathing suit before…"
"You're such a dumbass. Just take off your gay little man dress and put on a fucking bathing suit! It's not fucking rocket science you know!"
"Crona! What's taking you so long?"
He recognized the voice. It was Maka's. "I…I'm on it!"
"Bullshit! You haven't even taken off your clothes yet!"
Crona scowled at his weapon partner. "I was about to!" He scolded Ragnarok. He ignored his partner's insults and took off his robe and proceeded to grab the blue swimming trunk off the floor and wore it over his boxers.
"Maka."
The ashy blonde turned to face the closed clothing stall. "Are you done Crona?"
"Y-Yeah…"
"So what are you waiting for? Come out so I can see you."
The pink-haired teenage boy paused at first. Then, slowly, he opens the door and comes out to show himself to his best friend.
"So…W-what do you think?"
Maka's green eyes widen in shock.
In front of her stood her best friend Crona, the demon swordsman, partially naked from the waist up, clad in midnight blue swimming trunks. His pale chest had a few scars from the hardships he had to go through in his life and Maka noticed the few muscles that stood out on his lower abs. A 4-pack, she mused. It wasn't that visible but it was still there. It seems that training with Black Star was definitely worth the trouble.
Nevertheless she smiled sheepishly. "It looks great on you. You look very handsome, Crona."
The shy demon swordsman blushed slightly at her compliment. "Thank you Maka."
In the end Maka bought the blue swimming suit for her friend, since she was tired and wanted to go home too, knowing that she had to pack later on and also help her two best friends pack the stuff they would need later on at their trip.
Once she arrived at her room she collapsed on her bed and breathed a huge sigh of exhaustion. Crona plopped himself on the bed next to her and closed his eyes.
"Maka there's no time for naps. We need to pack remember?" He said smiling at his best friend.
The ashy blonde, in response, sat up from the bed abruptly. "Oh my god you're right!" She bolted out of the room, Crona sweat-dropping at her unexpected reaction and a few moments later she returned with two pairs of big suit cases and a huge, wide toothy grin.
She handed one to Crona and placed her own on the bed.
"Go home and pack, Crona. We'll meet up here at around 7 am okay?"
The demon swordsman nodded in response. Then he left.
Two hours later, Maka once again collapses on the bed right next to her open suit case filled with overflowing clothes, underwear, personal toiletries, dresses, bikinis, etc. Her partner and best friend appears at her doorway.
"Hey Maka."
Maka craned her neck to look at her partner then dropped on her bed again. "Hey Soul."
The teenage albino flops on the bed next to her. "I'm already done packing."
"Good."
Soul glances at her over-packed suit case. "Do you need help with that?"
"Yeah, the damn thing won't close."
And with that Soul pushes on the suit case with enough strength to maintain it in place and closes it using the zipper, pulling on the metallic secure until it reaches its end.
"There you have it. Anything else you need?"
"Nah, I'm good."
"A'ight. Get some sleep. We gotta wake up early tomorrow."
"Okay, good night Soul."
"G'night Maka."
Meanwhile a certain purple kitty was eavesdropping on Maka's meeting with her friends the whole afternoon whilst in her hiding place and a smirk appears in her cat-like face.
"…A trip to Jamaica huh? Blair will find a way to go too." She purred.
This took me several hours to plan out and write. So basically Maka and friends are going on a vacation trip to Jamaica. And somehow Blair wants to go too. What could possibly go wrong? What will they do? Will there be romance? Who will fall in love with who? Stay tuned to find out! The faster the review the faster I update! :D Please review!
~Andy
