"See anything good?"
Soul "Eater" Evens looked over the missions board his eyes wandering over the many new help requests. Nothing really stood out to him. Next to him was his partner, Maka Alburn. She looked at each request carefully before moving on. The beginnings of a frown were starting to show when suddenly her eyes light up. She excitedly pointed to a yellowish paper with pink flowers on its bottom and top edges.
Let's take this one Soul!" Maka said. "I've always wanted to visit this school."
"Of course, you'd only want to go for the school" Soul scoffed.
"Well it is one of the best school's in all of Japan" Maka retorted.
"It's full of rich snobs," Soul said rolling his eyes.
Maka pouted. "Didn't your family go there?"
"Exactly," Soul laughed bitterly.
"Oh, please Soul. I promise you can choose the next one," Maka pleaded widening her eyes.
Soul looked down at her then looked away. He groaned. "Fine. We can go. You know I can't say no when you make that stupid puppy dog face."
"I know," Maka laughed. "Now let's go ask Lord Death then it's off to Ouran Academy!"
Maka Alburn stood in front of the mirror in her and Soul's apartment. She breathed onto to then quickly wrote 42-42-564 into the vapor on the glass. The mirror glowed a light blue for a second before her reflection was replaced by a tall figure in a black and cartoonish white skull mask. He waved hello with big white hands.
"Hi Lord Death," Maka greeted him excitedly.
"Hello hello Maka-chan! What can I do for you?"
"I noticed that there was a scouting mission in Ouran Academy in Japan for a soul on the verge of becoming a kishin hiding within the student body. Soul and I can take care of it."
"Hm, you know Maka-chan, I was actually going to have Kid go on this mission."
Maka instantly deflated. "Oh. I see…"
"Don't get discouraged. This isn't meant to be hurtful in anyway, but Ouran is known for accepting students whose parents are big names in the world. While your father is a Death Weapon, people are more likely to recognize me and Kid so the chance of him blending in would be a lot easier"
"It's no problem, Lord Death. I understand. Ouran is a highly prestigious school after all; common people just wouldn't fit in very well."
"I really am sorry Maka-chan," Lord Death's mask seemed to tilt down in a frown as he looked at Maka.
"Oh, for fuck's sake! I can get us in."
Maka's head snapped back to look at Soul who had sat up on the couch. He was rubbing his head obviously frustrated. "Excuse my language Lord Death, but I can get us both in without waiting."
"And how is that?" Lord Death asked tilting his head a bit.
Soul laughed ruefully. "Did you forget what my last name is? I was Soul Evans before I came here. The youngest heir of the Evans family. A pianist prodigy of one of the greatest musical families in the world. There's no way they'd deny letting me in or anyone I put in a good name for."
There was silence for a moment. Soul looked at Maka who looked at Lord Death who seemed to be staring into space – or staring at Soul. After a surprising three seconds passed into an anticipating fifteen, Lord Death spoke up, his mask seeming to tilt up in a smile.
"Alright Soul, if you insist so heavily that you can do this, then I won't stop you." He then became deathly serious. "However, just know that once you hit those school grounds you will no longer be Soul "Eater". You will be Evans. I know you denounced your family for a reason so, I didn't want you to have to go back to them but this mission will require you to do just that. Can you handle that?"
Soul gritted his teeth then released a heavy sigh. "Yeah. I'll manage"
"Good. You'll have two weeks to get everything in order. See you then." Lord Death waved good-bye and the mirror went back to normal showing Maka's relieved expression.
She turned and ran to Soul jump hugging him on the couch. They both fell back and if Soul hadn't caught himself would've fallen on the floor.
"Thank you, Soul!"
Soul smiled. He hugged Maka back then sat up so that she was in his lap. "Anything for you, Maka".