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Chapter 1 Part-Time jobs
"So you're saying we have to get part-time jobs due to an idiot who keeps breaking the furniture?" Maka asked as she rubbed her temples in disbelief, wondering what she did to make this misfortune befall her.
Just a few minutes ago someone fed Black*Star a high in sugar level candy bar which
made him more hyperactive than usual, destroying two entire classrooms and busting the wall in between. The gang tried really hard to stop him and Maka had to result to the hardest Maka Chop she could ever do.
"Why do we all have to be punished, it's only the blue-haired monkey's fault! I'm a good person!" Liz protested stubbornly, thinking of how part-time jobs would muss her hair and destroy her well-manicured nails.
"You either do that or I'll be taking the deeds to your apartments." Lord Death mused, scratching his head as jumped in the same spot.
"Take Kid's deed, if you take ours, we'll be homeless." Soul said sourly, jamming his hands into his pocket.
"I already have it."
"Why do we have to pay for what he did anyway!?" Soul interjected.
"Since you are a team, it's all for one and one for all!" The grim reaper said joyously as he clasped his two gloved hands together.
"Musketeer reference? Seriously Lord Death?" Liz quirked her eyebrow, paying little heed to what he was saying.
"They are not even symmetrical!" Kid chimed in; disgruntled by the fact that no one thinks that symmetry is a must in the world.
"Taking part-time jobs are not even cool." Soul murmured as he ran his fingers through his white hair. He was amused by the dark arm's enthusiasm to work as she browsed through the catalogue of part-time jobs available in Death City.
"How about you only take Black*Star's deed and they can stay in a dorm!" Maka suggested, crossing her fingers and hoped that it would work.
"That wouldn't be enough."
"Then why does our deed have to suffer!? We worked our ass to get our own apartment." Soul objected violently.
"Get a part time job or get expelled." Lord Death huffed in annoyance, using the trump card so that his students would have to do what he said. He really didn't want to come down to this last resort, but they forced him too.
The words hit the DWMA students hard; they definitely did not want to get expelled. Crawling over to where Tsubaki was looking at the part-time jobs catalogue happily, Black*Star blind folded himself and flipped through the pages, stopping at a random one.
"Alright. Your god is going to become a waiter."
That was way too carefree of him...His gang thought. If he wanted a part-time job he ought to pick something he could learn from. Somehow from the perspective of being a waiter, he is probably going to smash all the cups and plate and eat all the food instead of serving it to the customers in a proper order.
"Errr Black*Star how about you become a gym teacher?" Tsubaki tried but her friends waved her a big no. He was going to be training himself and spoiling the equipment. Even if he did teach, he'll ask them to do crazy weight-lifting when they have not even mastered the basic yet.
Their spirits were dampen, knowing how Black*Star is able to create trouble in any safe situation. It was really a hopeless cause to the assassin pair, knowing that they would be homeless as the bluenette couldn't do much things right.
"Just let the chaos reign already," Liz shrugged nonchalantly, earning a stank eye from her friends.
"Lord Death will probably give up on him and let us go." Soul sighed, wishing that there was a little maturity in his best friend sometimes.
"Shall we all go for the waiter's job at a cafe since there are 7 open slots?" Tsubaki suggested, knowing that if there was more people, there would be more control over her hyperactive meister.
"That sounds great!" Maka cheered, dragging all her friends to apply for the job.
They chatted animatedly about Christmas coming up and hinting what they had prepared for the exchanging of presents.
The scythe meister and weapon fidgeted nervously about the subject, knowing that they had yet to find a suitable one. They did not want to embarrass themselves by buying a crappy present and it was their friend so it had to be perfect.
4 days before Christmas huh. Maka exhaled, making white smoke come out from her mouth due to the drop of temperature in Death City.
"Red Nose Reindeer what are you thinking about?" Soul shot his meister a quizzical look as he flicked her nose, knowing from how her emerald eyes seemed in a trance meant that she was deep in thought.
"Oh it's nothing." Maka reassured, snapping back to reality and wondering if her nose was really red.
Maka Albarn never really liked the cold weather, it made her seem paler and she hated wearing thick coats and boots to keep her warm. They were too space-consuming to her.
They applied the job and went to their separate directions, hoping that tomorrow would be better.
Or it could get worse.
"So uh... Soul, have you bought a present yet?" The ash-blonde meister cleared her throat. For some odd and unknown reason, things were rather awkward with Soul now a days and she always felt like her heart was going to jump out of her chest. Not that it was an uncomfortable feeling.
"Not really..." He admitted as he stared in the dark starless sky.
Maka snickered a little, knowing that Soul was usually one of the first to buy presents. "Shocker."
"What's the point of being an early bird when the worms are frozen in this cold weather?" Soul gave his meister his signature grin and ruffled her hair, feeling happy that he could make his meister blush again.
"But there are still treats!" Maka bumped his shoulder, sticking her tongue out playfully.
Eyeing her luscious lips when his meister wasn't looking, he murmured. "What kind?"
"Oh my god. That scarf is so cute!" Maka squealed, ignoring the comment her weapon make as she rushed to the store, admiring the hand-knitted scarf with snowmen designs at the end.
"Good taste too. It's cashmere." Soul noted as he touched the material.
Raising an eyebrow at the albino boy who was a feet taller than her, (He's been growing a lot) she asked curiously. "How do you know about such things?"
"My mum said it was important to know what products you were buying, so we were trained." Soul dismissed it with a wave of his hand.
"I should have known. Punk..." Maka muttered under her breath before stalking out of the store.
She likes this scarf huh? Soul mused before slipping off and trailing behind Maka.
Alright guys, I have a favor to ask of you. As you know, one of my stories SoulxMaka Love is Complicated is coming to an end, I need to think of a new story to start on thus, these are the choices and only vote on the poll that is on my profile count. Please take some time to vote alright?
Unwanted - 望まれていない
Maka had a life that anyone would want; but she wanted none as she felt incomplete. Escaping to Death City, she wishes to start anew. Will her wish come true or will her past catch up with her once again?
Awaiting Death - 死を待つ
Kidnapped and sold to a circus that children were torture and cries could be heard every day; people there wanted nothing more for Death to take them away. Everything changes when they were saved, would they run and join an association they never knew possible or will they embrace death again?
Just a game - ただのゲーム
Trapped in a mind-whirling game, the Spartoi is forced to fight on to survive as they were trapped in a dimension. Will they get out of there alive and back to the real world or will their life end tragically there?