Soul Evans wakes up, as usual, Blair sitting on top of his bed, face right against his. He could clearly smell the tuna and salmon in her breath. He waits a second for his bright red eyes to adjust, but when they do, the pale boy sits up straight in bed.
"Gahh!" he yells, suddenly awake. "B...B…B….Blair!?"
The door bangs open and another teen with blonde pigtails is shocked by the scene. It takes a minute, but than the rue shock factor kicks into the young meister.
"Argh!" she screeches. B…b…blair!? Again?!" she picks up the closest book (Soul's untouched math book) and bangs it on top of Blair's head. The sensation of pain from her first Maka chop overwhelms the girl, so she changes into her cat form and leaps to the floor, only to scratch Maka's leg before exiting.
Maka looks towards the poor guy who was beneath her. He was paler than usual, with the normal stream of blood drooling from his nose.
"Uhhhhh…" he trails on. Overwhelmed and infuriated, Maka sighs, pinches her right thumb and pointer finger to her nose, and closes her eyes.
"That little" the sharp ring of the doorbell interrupts her.
Confused, she wipes up the blood from her partner's sore nose.
"Get up, Soul! Make yourself look presentable!" she tried to pull him up, only to discover that he had fallen back to sleep, and was not waking up.
She sighs, than lets her partner rest for a bit while she goes to see who could be at the door.
"Yo, Maka! Whuzup?"Screams a very excited Black star. He had barged in before Maka had reached the door.
"Wha!" As a first instinct, Maka picks up Soul's math book again, this time making an indention into the young assassin's skull. Black star slowly recovers, looking up at Maka.
"What was that for?" he asks with a fiery tone.
"What do you think!?" she replies with a tone fiery enough to set the room ablaze. "You don't Just barge into someone's house, Black Star! You should know better!" the blue haired boy looks at the ground, all of the fire gone from his eyes.
"Yeah, I guess that my small patience got the best of me… But hey! At least I'm here now! Now, you can enjoy every minute of your life with the world's biggest sta…" but the boy's words are cut off by the math book, coating it with a sticky red spine.
"I… I don't even… like… math…" with that, he closes his eyes, faking a death scene.
"So, where's Tsubaki? I thought she was coming to join us?" Maka's angry expression is replaced with one of confusion. Those two never go anywhere without each other! If they did, who would be there when Black Star had one of his outbursts? It just seemed unlikely.
"Oh, her?" he replies, 'recovering' almost just as quickly as he fallen. "She has a stomach virus, and has to stay in bed." He stands up, crossing the room to the couch where he plopped down. For a finale, he whacked his feet up onto the glass coffee table with a bang!
"Tsubaki? A stomach virus? That seems unlikely." Maka said, shaking her head. "She's one of the toughest girls I know!"
"Yeah, well apparently, her internals stomach doesn't think so."
"Doesn't think what?"
"Bwah!" the two teens cried simultaneously. Their heads spun towards the door, which they soon realize had been left open. In the doorway stood the familiar figure of Death the Kid. Stripes the same, suit the same, the only difference being timing.
"Wha!? Oh! Kid! It's just you!" Maka said with a smile.
"But… I thought you were coming at eight," Black Star added.
"Ah, eight. How perfect a number," said the boy in black and white. He seemed very spaced out. "Indeed, I came at eight. What do you mean?"
"Um… I don't mean to rain on your party," Black Star continued. "But it's only seven thirty." The reaper stood for a second, his face an even paler white that what was thought possible. Than he fell to the ground, revealing yet another figure behind him. The figure's eyes widened, blushing at the sudden attention he was receiving.
"Oh! Crona! Come on in!" Maka's confused expression turns to one of glee. "We are so happy you could come! Oh, were all going to have so much fun!"
"Uh… th..thanks, Maka," said the boy, quite uncomfortable at the thought of people looking at him. He takes a step inside, trying his best to avoid the shivering body that lay just ahead. In doing so, he manages to step directly in a now cold puddle of blood from Black Star's head.
"Eeep!" the pink haired boy gets shivers, suddenly queasy at the thought of the blood.
So, after about ten seconds of frozen torture, Crona falls to the ground with an unpleasant thud.
Maka sighs. "Well, I guess we'll have to carry them to the couch." She looks over at Kid. "We'd better wait for about twenty five minutes, so that when Kid waked up, it's at this favorite time of day." Black Star nods in approval.
"Yeah! We don't want another thing like… well… this happening again! We'll never get any fun!" Maka laughs at the thirteen-year-old sitting next to her. Despite his self-centered nature, he was quite the joker!
Today was, of corse, a Saturday. Otherwise, they would have been in school listening to boring lessons or watching in horror as Stein dissected another innocent or rare creature (or maybe even a student who was tardy…).
So, after twenty-five minutes of laughing and conversing about random stuff, Black Star lifted Kid and Maka lifted Crona. They placed the two scared and shaken boys on the couch. Maka than took Soul's math book for one last go.
Starting with kid, she raised the book right above her head and brought it down with much force.
"Agghh!" yelled the teenage reaper. He sat up instantly. "Who? What? When?" Maka?" he looked up at his fellow meister with confusion.
She giggled to herself a bit.
"Who, you. What, asymmetrical timing. When, 7:30," Maka replied with a sarcastic annoyance.
"Oh, well, what time is it now?"
"Eight, on the dot!" He looked satisfied with her answer.
Crona was next. The book was in the same position as before, but when brought down used much less force.
He woke up immediately.
"Ouch! Maka…" he trailed off at the 'k'. "Um… why am I … um… on the couch?"
Maka rolled her eyes sarcastically. "You stepped in a puddle of some blood from an earlier Maka Chop. It's nothing to worry about."
"Oh… okay… I just don't know how to deal with things like blood…"
Every one laughed at the boy's cute shyness. This caused him to turn a bright crimson.
"Wait…" interrupted Kid. "Where's Soul and Tsubaki?"
The room was silent for a moment as the meister noticed their lack of partners.
"Well," Maka began recalling Her and Black Star's earlier conversation. "Tsubaki is sick in be with a stomach virus." This sent looks of worry and confusion through the crowd.
"Should we go see her?" asked Kid. "Oh my god!"
Black Star and Maka sighed. "What now?"
"Her room… the medicine… it might be… be… OUT… OF… SYMETRY!" he was just about to faint or run away again, but Maka held him back and Black Star went to close the still open door.
"I've been personally wondering where Liz and Patty are, huh?" asked Black Star, who had returned from the door way with a key in hand.
"Well, I kept Patty with me," he pointed his ringed finger towards his belt. Strapped to his belt was the unmistakable silver pistol. "You can transform back, now Patty! You are making me asymmetrical how it is!" he shouted at the glistening gun.
A whirl of purple filled some empty space next to the reaper, and sure enough, their was the whimsy little girl herself, staring at them with her huge eyes.
"Oopsies! Sorry 'bout that, Kiddo!" She plopped down next to him on the couch.
Maka turned to face the only other girl in the room.
"Where's your sister, Patty?"
"Oh! Liz? She went on a shopping spree with some of the other girls in the school," she replied with a bouncy humor. "Oh, yeah! That reminds me!"
"What does it remind you of?" the blonde turned to face her meister.
"She borrowed your credit card!" with that, she hopped up and fled into the kitchen.
"WHAT!? SHE HAD BETTER NOT USE AN ODD AMMOUNT OF MONEY! THAN I"LL HAVE TO PAY BACK AN ASYMETRI…" but he was cut off when a green blast of magic broke the glass to a window and hit him square in the face.