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Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater, but I do own a pillow shaped like a soul. Freaking spectacular.
Summer Ex-citement
Chapter One: Save the Day, Acquire Maka-chops
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He was stunning.
This man, whomever he was, moved so lightly on his feet, it would make a feather look as heavy as a two ton elephant. He wielded two whips, each one about fifteen feet long, and wore a purple button-down dress shirt, the top three buttons undone, a pair of black pants and black shoes, his long dark hair pulled into a low, thin ponytail. His eyes were deep amethyst pools full of courage.
Maka just stared, awestruck, lying on the ground trying to hold on to what little consciousness she had left.
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It was the beginning of summer, and this day had started out like any other. Soul was sitting on the couch watching TV and Maka was lying quietly next to him reading one of her many books, her long legs stretched across his lap. The emerald eyed girl closed her book and stood up from her position giving her back a much appreciated stretch and letting her ash-blonde hair fall from her shoulders.
"Soul, I'm heading out now. Lord Death called earlier and said he wanted he wanted to talk to me." She slipped on her flip-flops and fixed her hair into her normal pigtails.
"'Bout what?" he said nonchalantly, not diverting his eyes from the television screen.
"He said something about showing a new meister-weapon pair around Death City. Nothing too important." She smiled lightly and grabbed her purse and headed towards their door.
"Well don't stay too long, we're gonna meet up with Kidd, Black Star, and the others at that new café down the street." His eyes still glued to the television.
"Okay! I'll try to keep it short, so long as my idiot Papa doesn't keep me there" she grimaced at the thought of her overly obsessive father while all Soul could do was chuckle at the all-too-true scenario. And with that, she left.
Yep, a normal morning until she was attacked by a kishin on her way up to Shibusen (you know, no big deal for a two-star meister of the elite Spartoi). She was calm until she realized she was weaponless. 'Damn,' She tried to organize her frantic thoughts 'how am I gonna get out of this one?'
"Ooooooh… What a pretty little girl all alone on this nice summer morning. You're so cute; it's almost a shame I have to kill you," the kishin slurped loudly "almost."
Staring at what it thought might be its next meal; it lashed out one of its whip like arms in an attempt to hit the small meister, but she was too quick and dodged the attack with a sick amount of ease.
'Damn it! Not now! I need to get to Shibusen!' She looked around trying to see what she could do to stall the kishin and escape. She hissed and found herself pinned to the wall, her arms held high above her head
"It's too bad your pretty face isn't enough to save you! You should know..." It smirked widely showing off its sharp, crooked teeth "I like to play with my food." Its breath was sickening against the young meister's nostrils, its voice coming out like broken glass. With another large slurp it changed its free arm into a rope sword and began slashing away at the poor defenseless girl.
'What is this? His slashes are just grazing the surface my skin.' Her eyes widened at the sudden realization that she no longer move her body 'His jabs are paralyzing me! Damn it! Think, Maka, think! Clam down, look at your options. I'm not even twenty feet from our apartment; I could try calling Soul… No good, my lungs are barely functioning. Even so, shouldn't he be able to feel my soul's wavelength? Damn it Soul! Where are you?'
This continued for what seemed like an eternity to the unarmed meister, slash after slash, the kishin howling at the blazing Nevada sun. "Aw, you're a sight for sore eyes, aren't you, girl? HA! It's too bad no one is around to save you. Where's you price when you need 'im, huh? Damn Shinigami, he sure doesn't train 'em like he used to!"
Maka muttered something inaudible, grinning slightly at her own words.
"…Huh? It's impolite to mumble, don't you know that? Oh, is it that you can't speak? What a poor little girl! … I'm growing bored with your pitiful state. I think I'll have my breakfast now."
"I said…" her voice was choppy and barely audible, yet still filled with confidence "You might want to keep your eyes on the real threat here."
"D-Don't play with me, girl! What're you talking about? TELL ME!" As soon as his vile mouth uttered those words, a long whip wrapped around the hand that held Maka in her saddened state, and with a slight tug, the whole thing came flying off. A figure appeared on the roof above the house Maka was no longer pinned against, standing tall with satisfaction.
"Yo kishin, she's talking about me."
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"Oi, Maka, you still with us?" the mysterious man said, gracefully avoiding the kishin's long rope arms.
"Y-yeah, thanks for that." Maka managed to croak out "How… how do you know how I am?"
"Aw," He breathed heavily "you don't remember me? Well that's a shot straight through the heart." He deadpanned, smirking in an eerily similar way to a certain Death Scythe she knew. "I didn't think you would forget about me so easily!"
About to make his final blow on the kishin, the young man lashed both of his whips out, wrapping one around the kishin's bulbous stomach, the other around its disfigured head.
'What is he gonna do?' Maka thought, finding it progressively difficult to breathe. That was when she saw the sparks racing down the whips, electrocuting and blowing the kishin up, leaving only a glowing red kishin egg behind. 'He can transmit his Soul Wavelength down- no- through his weapons? How is that even possible? Wouldn't that hurt the weapons…?'
The sound of two screaming girls shook Maka from her thoughts. She looked up to see a short, lightly tanned girl with brown hair naturally curled in tight ringlets, wearing an orange, frilly summer dress that hugged her body in all the right places, a pair of white sandals and had a tattoo of a soul on her ankle; arguing with an equally as short, slightly tanner girl wearing a black tank and black shorts, along with black flats and a long over coat that brushed her ankles (and was surprisingly enough, white) with long, baggy sleeves and a hood and also had a large, stereotypical Shinigami skull on the back, her dark brown hair with bangs swept to the side hit her mid-back.
"COME ON CHANDLER! IT'S MINE THIS TIME!" the girl in mostly black yelled.
"NOT IF YOU CAN'T GET IT IT ISN'T! HA! HA! HA! THIS KISHIN'S SOUL IS ONLY DESERVING OF SOMEONE AS AMAZING AS ME!" The girl with the tattoo yelled loudly, her voice filled with so much pride it challenged even Black Star's ego.
"HEY YOU IDIOTS! GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE AND GIVE MAKA A PROPER INTRODUCTION!" the meister called to his two weapon partners.
"But Sky-kun! Tell Chandler-chan that it's MY turn to eat the soul! You know it is!" the weapon called back.
"Oh, Skylar this, Skylar that. Can't you handle your own problems?" Chandler sassed, frowning slightly.
"Amy's right, Chandler, the soul is hers this time. Give it t- OH SHIT. Guys, I think she's unconscious! W-what do I do?" Skylar panicked, poking Maka's face with his finger.
"TAKE HER TO SHIBUSEN! Let a trained professional handle this!" Chandler called over to her meister.
"No, we're too far away. She'll have lost too much blood by the time we reach the top." Amy reasoned.
"Well we're not gonna solve anything by just standing here. Let's bring her in to the closest apartment and see what sort of first aid they have on them." Skylar said after collecting his thoughts, pushing the loose hair out of his eyes.
At the first sound of that suggestion, Chandler sprinted over to Maka, threw her over her shoulder, and kicked down the door to the apartment closest to where they were standing(conveniently enough, she picked Maka and Soul's very apartment) with one powerful blow from her foot. "HEY ANYONE WHO LIVES IN THIS APARTMENT, GET YOUR ASSES IN HERE CAUSE WE'VE GOT A HALF-DEAD GIRL IN OUR ARMS HERE AND WE NEED SOME EMERGENCY CARE NOW!" Chandler's voice boomed through the apartment complex, surely enough scaring Soul, who was about to leave, shitless. Chandler (literally) threw Maka onto the couch in their apartment and ran over to the very, very confused Soul. "YOU GOTTA HELP THIS CHICK SHE'S ABOUT TO DIE!" She screamed, a little too close to the now-freaking-out albino for his comfort.
That's when he felt it, that familiar ping in the pit of his soul, the one that told him his meister was suffering. He threw down his jacket and ran past Chandler and the other two who had finally caught up and were analyzing the damage done to Maka's body, probing her in ways that made Soul very uncomfortable. Soul ran over to Maka grabbing one of her small hands in his own, cupping her cheek with his other. She was still warm, which meant she was still alive, but something was off. The rise and fall of her chest that assured Soul that she was still breathing gradually began so slow, he body becoming colder as it did so.
That's when the rage hit.
"WHAT THE HELL? WHO ARE YOU? WHAT THE HAPPENED? WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY MEISTER?" Soul roared at the man in purple, His crimson eyes full of confusion and anger.
"Just calm down," Skylar said sternly with an emotionless face "My partner may have over exaggerated a bit; Maka will be fine. Whatever poison that kishin's weapon was filled with seemed to have a paralyzing effect on her body." Skylar sighed, trying to focus on Maka's Soul Wavelength, trying to find something to prove what she just said right. 'There! Her soul! I can feel it! It's faint, but it's still there. Wait… what's this? Some black aura is surrounding her soul, masking it.' Skylar smirked; unaware that both Soul and Amy were staring. 'Maka… she has wings on her soul! A Grigori soul, huh? She'll heal in no time, no problem.' He looked up, staring at Maka in her weakened state. "Ha," he said aloud "it's going to take a lot more than that to hurt, nevertheless kill someone with a soul as strong as hers. Her ability to persevere is a hell of a lot stronger than mine'll ever be."
"As if I don't know." Soul scoffed at his remark, then smirked his trademark smirk at the thought of his headstrong meister.
Skylar closed his eyes and sighed 'I'm going to have to do some research on this aura. Something's definitely not right. Not necessarily bad, but not right.' Looking up, Skylar stared directly into the worrisome crimson eyes Soul was wearing. "You seem to know Maka, your wavelengths are perfectly in sync. You must be her partner, then, Soul Eater Evans. I've heard a lot about you from Maka, she's quite fond of you." That last statement seemed to cause a pained look in the Skylar's eyes. "She'll be able to move around again in no time, though she might be a little stiff for a few days. Take good care of her, Evans." He glared cautiously at Soul and signaled Chandler and Amy to follower him out the door. Both girls responded with a quick "hai" and followed obediently. "Bye cutie~" Chandler said with a wink "see ya 'round." Amy smacked the back of her head and dragged her out the door by her ear, mumbling something about first impressions on the way out.
"Wait!" Soul called after them, but they were out the door before he could even for the word with his lips. His expression was a mixture of completely incoherent emotions, fear, confusion, a little anger, somewhere on his face showed a little… jealousy? "What the hell just happened?"
"S-Soul?" He turned to see Maka sitting up on the couch, looking more helpless than a lost puppy.
"Maka! You shouldn't be sitting up! Aren't you paralyzed or something?" He smirked widely showing off his spiked teeth "I can't believe that you let something so uncool happen to you."
"Shut up, Soul!" she hissed; a light, embarrassment-induced blush flooding her cheeks "It's not like you were there to help me!"
The white haired weapon chuckled as he saw the life spark back up in his little meister "By the way," He began, changing his tone completely "do you know who that guy was from before? He and these two other chicks busted in, looked like they knew who we were."
"I'm not sure," she said, her blush finally fading "I never got a clear look at their faces." Struggling to sit up, she rested her hand on the side of the couch putting all of her weight on the only unscathed part of her body. "He did seem familiar, though." She pursed her lips in thought, coming to no avail. "But I still have no idea."
The crimson eyed teen sighed and gently pushed Maka back down on her back "Didn't I tell you to lie down? I don't want you to end up unconscious again, and we still need to meet up with the others at the café." He smirked again, this time more deviously "On second thought, maybe you should stay home. I don't want everyone in Death City knowing that my lame partner got her ass kicked by a kishin egg."
Green eyes filled with fury, Maka glared at Soul, practically burning a hole in his forehead "Makaaaaa-"
'Worth it.'
"CHOP!"
"Jeez, Maka! How can you still hit so hard when you're half paralyzed? Sheesh." He complained with his usual drawl and clutched the bleeding dent in his head "At least this means you can control your body again, right?" His expression changed from an annoyed one to an almost concerned one.
"No, just my upper half. I can breathe, and that counts for something!" She giggled, not noticing that Soul was practically staring her down.
'Damn, she's just so cute sometimes.' He shook his head laughed along with his meister "Well I don't wanna have the others waiting for us at the café, so we better get going."
"Soul, I don't know if you heard what I just said but I still can't move my legs. Plus, I still need to meet with Lord Death about that new kid. I've kept them waiting long enough."
"Oh. Right. You might need those." He smiled sheepishly "Guess I'll be taking you to school then, right? Well then, up you go." He grabbed the back of Maka's knees and her back and picked her up bridal style, carrying her out the door to his motorcycle. He placed her down gently and sat down in front of her.
"Soul, I don't think this is a good idea."
"Hang on tight." He smirked devilishly.
"Soul! W-wait! SOUL!"
"You holdin' on? Good. Let's go." And with that, he revved up his bike and sped away.
"SOUL YOU IDIOOOOOT!"
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"Well, our good deed of the day has been done!" a curly haired girl said to her two companions, ruby red eyes sparkling.
"Yeah, we fought a kishin, got a soul, and saved a girl. I'd say that's enough work for one day. I'm already tired of Death City," Amy said, taking a deep breath "and it's not even noon…"
"Come on, Amy-chan! This is our first official day in Death City! Don't tell me you're not excited!" Chandler all but yelled into the warm summer afternoon, promptly followed by a smack to the back of her head.
"Will you shut up?" the man in purple glared at his curly haired friend "I don't want you making everyone in Death City thinking that we're a nuisance." He put his hands in his pockets and sighed deeply "What am I going to do with you, Chandler?"
"Skyyylaaarrrr! I'm tired of walking! Will you carry me?" Amy whined and gave his arm a hug, rubbing her well-developed chest up against it.
"Quit your whining, will you?" he growled, clearly not giving in in the slightest to her attempts at arousal "We're almost at Shibusen, it'll only take us about ten, fifteen minutes at most."
Chandler pouted, obviously upset with his straight-forwardness.
"OI! UP AHEAD! WATCH OUT!" a female voice shrieked.
"HURRY UP KIDD-KUN! ONEE-CHAN! WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!" another yelled, dragging two very pissed off people behind her.
"Patti! You're going to hurt someone if you're not careful!" a deep, annoyed voice spoke "More importantly, you're getting my shirt covered in dirt! And…" He gasped in horror, looking down at his filthy shirt "PATTI! THE DIRT ON MY SHIRT IS ASYMMETRICAL! I DEMAND YOU FIX IT THIS INSTANT!"
"Yeah Patti, you don't want Kidd having another episode, do you?" she tried to reason with the younger girl who was finally slowing down 'And Shinigami knows he will if we ruin his symmetry' she thought, smiling sheepishly.
"Come now, ladies. Let's meet the others at the-" Kidd stopped abruptly and stared at the three students with curious golden orbs, paying particular attention to a curly haired whip. The three stared back, looking as confused as Black Star in a library.
"HAHAHAHAHA! What the hell was that?" Chandler broke the awkward silence and snorted, not trying to restrain her laughter at all.
And that's when it hit him.
Kidd pulled out a measuring tape from Shinigami knows where, getting uncomfortably close to Chandler's head and measured each individual ringlet on her hair.
"You… you're PERFECT!" the young boy nearly squealed, golden eyes shimmering in the sight of what he deemed to be pure perfection. "Every single curl on that perfect head of yours is perfectly symmetrical! AND you have the SAME number of curls on each half of you head!" He paused for a moment, kneeling down and taking the ruby-eyed girl's hand in his own "Allow me to introduce myself my princess. I am Death the Kidd, son of Lord Death himself," he kissed Chandler's knuckles, making her face the same color as her eyes "and it is a pleasure to meet you."
"…Symmetry?" She cocked an eyebrow, laughing the kind of laugh that said "hey-guys-help-me-out-here-this-kid-is-insane"
"Oi Kidd! We really will be late if you don't stop obsessing over this girl's hair. C'mon, the café isn't getting any closer by itself." The taller blonde said "Say bye to your 'Symmetrical Princess'"
"Goodbye, my love! May nothing ever ruin your symmetrical perfection!"
"Get your ass movin' before I kick it!"
"We'll meet again, I'm sure of it, my lo-" The taller blonde grabbed his face, smothering him with her hand before he could embarrass the poor, symmetrical girl any further.
"SHUT UP KIDD! I swear, any more out of you and I'll go put on more mascara on my left eye than my right" Kidd gave the girl a look of pure horror, his screams being muffled by her hand.
"Listen, I'm really sorry about this. He's not normally like… Oh wait. He is normally like this. Any who, my name's Liz, and this is my little sister, Patti." She pointed behind her at the short blonde who was laughing her ass off at what just happened.
"…Right…" Skylar tried to assess their current situation "Well allow me to introduce myself. My name is Skylar Donnovan, I'm a whip meister and these are my weapons, Chandler Herrington and Amy Bildestein-!"
"Also, you wouldn't happen to know where Shibusen is from here, would you? This is our first day here, and we're sort of lost. We're supposed to meet with Shinigami-sama about enrolling in the academy." Amy cut him off before he gave the chance for the other three to leave.
"We are not lost, I'm just not used to the city yet! We'll find our way there ourselves!" Skylar chimed in trying to defend his pride.
"Psh. Men. We could really use your help, and would greatly appreciate it!"
"Tell me about it." Liz agreed with the whip readily "Shibusen's just another mile to the east, so you're almost there. Oh, and from now on," she turned to Chandler "you might want to style your hair differently." Liz whispered, making sure Kidd was out of earshot. "C'mon you two, the others are probably already there." With a smile and a wave, the three were off.
"See, was it that hard to ask for directions?" Amy glared at her meister
"Tch, we could have gotten there on our own…" Skylar pouted like a spoiled five-year-old who didn't get what he wanted .
"Well I don't know about you, but I was planning on getting there sometime today, and Shibusen's not getting any closer by itself. You two reading to get your asses moving, or am I gonna have to drag them there like I normally end up doing?" Chandler deadpanned and glared at her partners
"Alright then, ladies," Skylar said cheerily after regaining his composure "shall we?" He held out his arms, implying that the girls take them.
The two whips looked up cheerily and each latched on to one of his outstretched arms "We shall!"
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"Oi, Maka, are your legs working yet? Or am I gonna have to carry you in there?" Soul pulled up at the base of the stairs leading up to Shibusen, lightly placing Maka on her feet
"Yeah, I'm fine now. But I wouldn't mind being carried anyway." She smiled seductively and got uncomfortably close to Soul's face.
"I... Uhhhh... But you..." He was flustered and confused, and slightly turned on by her change of mood.
She then proceeded to flick him in the forehead. "Just kidding!"
"Not cool, Maka! Just... meet up with us when you're done, we'll be at the café, alright?
"Right!" snickered and waved bye to her still very confused partner.
'Damn it, Maka. How do you do that?' He simply shook his head and drove away
**In the Death Room**
"Yo yo yo! Maka-chan, wassup wassup?" The black robed Death God greeted Maka with his usual quirkiness.
"Good afternoon, Lord Death. You wanted to see me?" The meister greeted him back with a very professional, yet friendly tone.
"Yes. There is a new weapon-meister trio arriving in Death City today, and I want you to show them around the city. They seem to be running a bit late, but I'm sure they'll be here soon!"
"Not a problem, sir. Would it be okay if I knew who they were? Maybe get some background information before he arrives?" Maka was more than curious to know more about this new pairing, it wasn't every day that Lord Death appoints her to give new-comers a tour of Death city.
"I'm afraid that will have to wait, it seems our new friends here!" Lord Death cheered and gazed behind Maka at the three figures approaching from the guillotine arches.
"Good afternoon, Lord Death! I am pleased to have found my way to this magnificent city!" A young man with a purple button down dress shirt walked into the Death Room accompanied by two younger girls.
"Hello hello, Sky-kun! I'm glad to see you're here! This is Maka Albarn and she will be your tour guide and host for the next week. Please, make yourselves acquainted!" The Shinigami forced the two teenagers into a handshake.
Maka's eyes widened in pure anger to see the meister walk into her presence.
"S-Skylar? What the hell are you doing here! W-why! How!" Maka glared into his deep purple eyes, anger and confusion flooding out of them
"Aw, it's nice to see you too, Maka-chan!" the man deadpanned and gazed right back into her emerald eyes with the least bit of fear
"Do not call me 'Maka-chan'." She narrowed her eyes, then turned and looked at the Shinigami with anger still filling her gaze "You have got to be kidding me! I-I can't take him everywhere I go! Please Lord Death; can't you make Tsubaki do it?"
"Oh ho ho! I see you're already well acquainted! Well that's good news!" He completely avoided her question and began looking through some files.
"P-please! I can't be his tour guide!"
"Did I mention that he'll also be rooming with you until we can get his apartment ready?"
"He'll be WHAT NOW?"
"Oh, come on, Maka-chan. It's not that bad. We'll finally get to catch up after all this time!" The ponytailed meister said, the sarcasm in his statement almost tangible.
"I thought told you not to call me Maka-chan." She turned her attention to Lord Death, who pulled out three files titled "Amy Bildestein", "Chandler Herrington", and "Skylar Donnovan", stamping each with a red stamp that read "ACCEPTED". "I don't think you understand, sir! This guys an even bigger pain in the ass than Black Star! Not to mention he's as creepy as Papa… Plus, my apartment is already full! Soul and I are using up the only two bed rooms! Not to mention we're taking care of Blair, too! Please, Lord Death!"
"Shinigami-CHOP!" The Death God slammed his large white hand smack in the middle of Maka's head. "Maka-chan, that's enough! Get a hold of yourself, it's not like you to complain. The Maka-chan I know would accept her duties readily, no matter what!" His usual quirky cheer faded into a stern voice filled with authority.
"Oww~… Okay, sorry sir, but you have to understand!"
"C'mon Maka-chan I just-AUGH!" Skylar was cut off again by the sound of a hard cover book cracking a skull.
"MAKA CHOP!" She pulled a book out of Shinigami knows where and slammed it hard into the boy's skull "What did I just say about you calling me Maka-chan?" She let out a deep sigh "I guess I'll be stuck with you for the next seven days, huh?
"Make that sixty-one, his apartment won't be ready for a while!" Lord Death chimed in.
"WHAT! TWO MONTHS? WITH THIS GUY? B-but sir, that's my whole summer we're talking about!"
Lord Death held up his hand again as to threaten her with another Shinigami-Chop. Maka winced at the thought of another devastating blow from the Death God and turned her attention back to Skylar.
"Fine, but you are not leaving my sight, and you will not, I repeat, NOT do anything stupid that might make me doubt my temporary trust in you, or it'll be your ass above my fireplace, got it?" She burned a hole in Skylar's forehead by glaring at him with all of her strength. He stared back down at her, his eyes glittering with mirth. He smirked widely and rubbed Maka on the head playfully
"Aw, Maka, I thought you might forgive me after saving you this morning. Guess you're still hard to please after all this time."
"THAT WAS YOU! I- I… uh… I…" She was flustered and at a loss for words
"You what? Maka, there's no need to thank me. I helped you because I knew it was the right thing to do. Not that I don't want to get on better terms with you, that was just an extra." He got too close the blonde meister for her comfort, and she was blushing madly as he turned the charm up a few notches. "And it looks like I can still make you blush, huh?"
"MAKA CHOP!" she pulled out a bigger book his time and hit him with all the strength she had. "Get off me, you creep. I you're not 'on better terms' with me yet. You're still way down there on the list of people I'm willing to trust."
"Oh ho ho, what it would mean to be young again~" Lord Death proceeded to shove the group out of the Death room and into the hall of Shibusen "You two be good now! Maka, I don't want to be hearing from Nygus about any dead meisters!"
"Fine. Skylar, you'll be living by MY rules now, so don't pull anything stupid, you hear me?"
The meister and his weapons followed the still pissed off Maka out of Shibusen and into Death City.
'This is going to be a long summer, I know it'
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Oh snap! What just happened? To tell you the truth, I'm not even entirely sure. How does Maka know Skylar? Why is she so hell bent on castrating him? Why on earth did Shinigami-sama pair the two them up? Find out next time, my dear readers! I plan to have the next chapter up shortly, maybe by Monday or Tuesday.
Holy eleven pages, Batman! How's that for an introduction? I had the worst time trying to figure out how I should begin this story. Jesus, I hate writing intros. But hey, I got it done.
Speaking of which, YAY! I'M DONE! This is my first fanfic, so if I did something that has displeased you, LET ME KNOW DAMNIT. I don't wanna write a whole story that does not please someone! So review away, my darling readers!
Until next time!
~phyre