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The Doom Club
Death Academy's annual club introduction ceremony was beginning. Maka was glad that she went with her modest black pleated skirt and moss green dress shirt adorned with skull cuff links. Her outfit looked fresh out of the wardrobe of a Student Council member. The tall, tan and handsome son of Death Academy's Headmaster stepped onto the podium, introducing himself as the Student Council President. Maka was relieved he finally had the sense to dye those three ridiculous white streaks black like the rest of his hair; he was now complete perfection. Maka listened to his speech for a bit, tuning out every once in a while. She remembered when his legal name was Death the Kid. Death the Kid at 17 years old with his well-defined muscles beneath his tux made him more like Death the Man, Maka thought drooling a little. The students of Death Academy were to refer to him simply as Death or Death Junior if his father was present to avoid confusion. Death cleared his throat, "Now we will introduce this year's Student Council Vice President. Let's not forget she has the highest marks throughout all of Death City!"
"Was it really necessary to mention that?" Maka mumbled, extremely annoyed.
"You're just jealous that you're second best." Desdemona, a member of Maka's club said turning around to sneer at Maka, flipping her red hair haughtily as she faced forward again. Maka glared at the back of Desdemona. Maka eyed the short blonde that made her way to the podium. She was wearing a white Victorian style dress with the Death family crest across the neckline. She didn't understand how she was able to get away with wearing their family crest, she was not of the Death lineage. The girl was a mere freshman, but most likely attained the position of Vice President due to her noble connections and monetary bribery. Maka hated people that got everything handed to them on a silver plate without one ounce of hard work. The second she opened her arrogant mouth, she tried to sound like she was grateful for her position, but it was very clear she was looking down on everyone, openly insulting them, but masking it with a phony display of humility.
"Greetings, students of Death Academy! I, Anya Hepburn am honored to be this year's Vice President! I promise to always look out for the less fortunate commoners here at Death Academy…" Maka heard an obnoxious shout from the back of the auditorium. "HA! Who here is stupid enough to call Black Star… no THE Black Star a 'commoner'!? Black Star is anything, but common! He is COMMON-LESS!" Someone else hisses,"That's not even a word, you idiot! It's uncommon, but considering its you it'd be better to say you have no common sense!"
"Who do they think they are! Hey, who is that anyway?"
"You deaf bastard! Weren't you listening, she said her name was Anya Hepburn!"
"Ahhh! Froot Loop's sister!"
"What who the hell is that? Gah, who cares just shut up already!" Maka heard muffled protesting, a bang, and then silence. No one even bothered to turn around, they all knew it was Black Star making a scene. That idiot would never change. Anya curtsied and smiled in such a way that made several boys weak at the knees, but her eyes were condescending, "Then we have our Council Treasurer Hyde Jekyll and Council Secretary Nakatsukasa Tsubaki."
"Wow her tits are even bigger in person." A male student sighed dreamily.
"I know right that picture does her no justice."
They were talking about the peeping tom incident last year. The incident had involved three male students whom had snuck into the girl's dorm and snapped nude pictures of Tsubaki in the bathhouse. The pictures had then proceeded to be group texted to the entire eleventh grade student body and even sold to other graders for a fee. However, only two of the three male students were caught and suspended. Their names were Ryuuta Yagi and Sinbad Soothsayer. "I paid ¥7,800 just to look at her left tit!" Another piped up, bragging about it. Maka spun around armed with a hateful death glare. If looks could kill those boys would have been reduced to a bloody mess on the floor. "You filthy, disgusting pigs. You're absolutely repulsive."
A pair of hazy, blood eyes bore into hers beneath ashen white bangs. A slow smirk spread across the pale teen's features. "How sweet of you, B. You're not so bad yourself." His eyes were twice as red than usual, he was clearly very high: Maka's ex-best friend Soul Eater Evans.