This is a series of one-shots about the less usual pairings in Soul Eater. These random fluffs and casual lifestyle shorts are my antidotes for writer's block. I hope you enjoy them.

Disclaimer: Soul Eater is owned by Atsushi Ohkubo. If I owned it, Kid's sanity would be a little questionable…I mean more questionable than it is now…

1: Sweet Strawberries with Chocolate

This Is Not A Date

In all honesty, she had never given the assassin much thought or consideration. She could have easily filed him into the one part of her brain that disregarded everyone around her. The place where she tried to stick everyone when she knew they wouldn't accept her as a witch. But then everyone had found out what she really was, and over time she began to realize the dark place in the back of her mind for all of the people she never took the time to notice had turned into a vast nothingness.

He had a vulgar tongue one second and a sudden look of unyielding loyalty the next, such a fast switch that it left you dizzy. He had trained his way to the top of the class, picking fights when he could and aiming to win even if there wasn't a fight at all. He had a big mouth that always had some loud bellow of challenge or victory coming out of it.

Most of the time, he overlooked the simple, calm, student life he could have, but Kim wasn't sure he could be normal even if he tried. But even as a meister, he had a better chance of being a normal human than a weapon who could transform their whole body.

But Black Star didn't seem to agree to the clear, blue sky filled with flittering butterflies of a life. He aimed higher than the butterflies and the bright sky; made goals that shocked the impossible and made stupid look like a genius.

Perhaps that's what had provoked Kim to come up to him that day after class, grab him by his wrist and drag him out of the school without any explanation: Seemingly impossible ambitions of a mad man.

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They had quite the crowd of people watching as Kim dragged Black Star down the long hallways of the Academy. It wasn't the most typical sight, one of the most keen to get into a fight being dragged away against his will by the usual instigator of quarrels.

The young witch dragged Black Star outside, pulling him relentlessly down the magnificent staircase that stretched before the entrance of the school. The girl's actions were so out of the ordinary to the meister, he dared not say a single word. All he did was study her own hard expression with a puzzled stare as she tugged him down step after step.

When she still hadn't said a word once they reached the bottom and was pulling him down one of the wider streets of the city, he pulled back a fraction, asking, "So, what are you doing?"

"Be quiet and just keep walking."

Pressing his lips together tightly, the assassin glanced back at the Academy, now looming high above their heads. He pondered momentarily if Tsubaki was wondering where he was or if she had heard, maybe even seen him towed away. Either way, he hoped she'd gone home without too much anxiety.

They passed one of the many cafés in Death City, along with antique shops, fancy restaurants, the basketball court and the uninviting alleyway here and there. The two strode up and down the narrow staircases built into the streets, as well as the broad ones, taking two steps at a time.

Black Star stared at the back of Kim's head the whole way, eyebrows scrunching together farther and farther in bewilderment with every step of the journey. He couldn't even begin to fathom where she could be taking him. They never really hung out together, and all the usual shops students from the DWMA visited on a regular basis were all behind them now.

Kim stopped walking when they arrived at one of the pools near the center of the city, though it had been emptied of water and the drains could barely be seen in the midst of all the rust stains. Students could be paid to clean it out, but Black Star didn't think any of them wanted to spend the effort on it.

Perhaps that was it, Black Star thought as Kim released her vice-like grip on his arm and proceeded to gaze at the shabby pool. Maybe she wanted him to complete the task that had been open for months to meisters and weapons. He couldn't think of what might have triggered the sudden decision inside the tanooki witch, but he knew for sure that he wasn't going to listen to her. The other residents of Death City had used that pool just as much as him, back when it was still sanitary; why shouldn't they have to fix it up?

"Well, where do you want to go?" Kim inquired in a quiet mutter.

Black Star blinked, turning to his classmate who was staring at her feet, her bangs conveniently concealing her expression. Her first words weren't orders to begin scrubbing all ends of the pool and re-paint everything? Okay, then something was definitely wrong. What exactly did she mean when she asked where he wanted to go?

"Wha…?" Black Star inquired, tilting his head to the side. "Where I want to go?"

"Yeah." The pink haired girl refused to meet his eyes, but he could see her cheeks beginning to take on the color of her hair. She kicked a small pebble into the deserted pool, allowing it to skid across the cracking floor. A few seconds went by, and when Black Star still hadn't said anything, she whipped her head around to look at him and snapped, "Well, pick something to do! I don't have all day."

"Wait, you want to do something with me?" Black Star asked, now looking even more confused.

"Well, it's not a whole matter of wanting to," Kim mumbled under her breath, looking away again. "Just hurry up and decide on what you want to do, or I'll forget the whole matter entirely."

"Ah…" Rubbing the back of his head nervously, the assassin looked around, trying to piece together what had gotten into the suddenly generous meister while thinking of ideas for places he'd wanted to go or things he'd been hoping to try soon.

As he turned to his right, back to the slowly growing impatient Kim, he caught something over her shoulder, just a few blocks away. With a small grin forming on his face, he said, "Alright, I've got an idea."

Tentatively grabbing her by the shoulders, Black Star began steering the witch down the street, all the while saying, "Haven't done this for awhile. The last time I had Maka and Soul for company and it was a seriously hot day. It's a little cooler now, but who says you can't eat it during cold weather? It's still delicious either way."

Kim shuffled forward, glancing back at Black Star before seeing what he was talking about. Raising a skeptical eyebrow, she mused, "Ice cream?"

"You said whatever I wanted," Black Star pointed out, releasing Kim once they were in front of the small cart run by an older gentleman that Kim believed was the owner of one of the cafés in Death City; one she had seen Ox working at one time.

"Hey, you two," the older man said, face expressionless as he watched Black Star fish money from his pockets. "Enjoying yourselves this evening?"

"Yeah, a little," Black Star replied distractedly, pulling loose change from his right pocket, flailing about to catch some of the silver coins that were escaping his fingers. He breathed a sigh of relief when he finally handed over the money to the man and proceeded to stare at the long list of strange ice cream flavors the man had to offer. All ice cream stands in Death City had the same basic flavors like vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate, but besides that, each had its own list of out-of-the-ordinary choices like lettuce, soy sauce, even soba with wasabi.

However, Black Star ignored the queer varieties and prodded a finger at the more common list, saying, "I'll have two scoops of Charging Chocolate with Violent Vanilla in the middle and the mint and chocolate chip stuff on the top. Oh, and give me two cones stuck together instead of just the one."

The dark haired man didn't seem to give the strange order much thought and began scooping without a word.

Black Star turned to grin at Kim who looked a little disgusted before she too observed the list. Narrowing her eyes, she pointed to the sheet of paper that offered cherry and chive flavor and inquired, "How come you don't take anything from this list? I mean, not that I would, but I thought you were more of someone who would—" At Black Star's strange look, the witch went quiet, feeling her face heat up again.

Black Star smirked and grabbed the globs of ice cream balanced precariously on two large sugar cones the man held out to him. Covering the first scoop of chocolate chips in mint with his mouth, he inhaled the icy treat, sucking up the entire first green and brown ball without so much as a wince from the cold. Swallowing the bite, he said, "I've tried all those flavors of ice cream before and have beat them all. As the victor, I don't need to go back to them for a rematch. I'm too big of a man for that."

Kim nodded once, looking a little dazed before asking the café owner for one scoop of strawberry ice cream on one cone. She couldn't even begin to imagine what the squid and cinnamon flavor ice cream tasted like.

As she was given her ice cream cone, a pleasant and common pink color, unlike Black Star's mess that was beginning to melt and turn to a multicolored sludge, she could see Black Star watching her again as they thanked the ice cream peddler and walked away down the street. Taking a bite of the cold and sweet dessert, she turned to him with narrowed eyes and asked in a suspicious tone, "What?"

Black Star snorted, looking humored and said, "I should be the one sounding suspicious. Why'd you do this?"

Kim looked back down at her cone, nibbling at the smooth, strawberry cream. "I don't know," she finally answered after a few beats. "It's not even something I should concern myself with but," The witch glanced at him, looking thoughtful as she searched his curious expression. "Every time I see you, you're always picking a fight or lifting all those stupid weights just to get stronger. I rarely see you doing casual things like a regular teenage boy; the only times are probably whenever you're at the basketball court."

Black Star shrugged, nodding as he bit into his last scoop of chocolate ice cream.

"And even then when you're playing basketball, everything's still a contest," Kim mumbled softly, biting at the side of her sugar cone.

"So, you just wanted me to have a peaceful, casual life for just a few moments, like other people?" Black Star inquired, jamming the rest of his ice cream cone into his mouth, crunching into it loudly. "Thaff nife of fyou, buf—"

"Please don't talk like that," Kim interrupted, cringing away from the bulgy cheeked assassin. "And yes, to what you said earlier. Don't take it the wrong way; it's not like I was looking forward to walking around like this, doing whatever you wanted. I just don't like seeing stupid people get so wound up in fighting and training that they completely lose all sense of how to have normal, fun times in their life, that's all."

Black Star gulped harshly, wincing as a stiff piece of cone scraped against the back of his throat, before folding his arms behind his head and grinning widely.

"What?" Kim growled in the same apprehensive voice as before, not looking at the boy but focusing on the little bit of treat she had left.

"It's funny, that's all." Black Star turned, giving the wary eyed girl a smirk. "To think, Kim, also known as The Witch of the Girls' Dormitory, is the softy she tries to get everyone to believe she's not. You act so harsh and soulless, and yet here you are on a date with a guy everyone considers to be one of the most obnoxious in the whole school, but let's face it, they're just not ready for my star powered presence yet."

"Star powered…?" Kim echoed dubiously, before her face took on the complexion of a tomato and she cried indignantly, "This is not a date!"

"It isn't?" Black Star raised an eyebrow. "There's no need to be embarrassed by it. I'm the man who'll surpass God! There's nothing that should fluster you about going on a date with a guy like that!"

"Th-This is not a date!" Kim repeated, a little more indignantly this time.

"You sure? I don't go on dates and even I'm feeling the casual couple, walk-around-and-eat-ice-cream, the-guy-walks-the girl-home-at-the-end-of-the-night, atmosphere."

"It's not a date!"

"I'm not so sure… What about if I kiss you? It'd be a date then, right?"

"Just shut up!"

Black Star grinned.

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A/N: I've seen this pairing once or twice, but there aren't many, so I thought it'd be interesting to write for it. Also, coming up with ice cream flavors in Death City can get pretty interesting because it's Death City! Come on, you know they aren't going to settle for normal.