Maka Albarn was a strong and independent women.
At five she came to terms that her father was a cheater, at seven she started the intense training of a Meister, at eleven she'd collected ninety nine evil souls (just to lose them because of a cat), at thirteen she made a kick ass death Scythe, and fourteen she unlocked her weapon blood to become a Death Scythe herself. Who else could say that?
She wasn't someone who was shy about stating her own opinion on a subject. She wasn't someone who doubted herself or her abilities(often) when others were in danger. She wasn't someone who easily trusted people, but those who she did trust she trusted with her like. But most of all she wasn't a person you could break.
So all Maka had to say to Soul 'Eater' Evans was fuck off. Actually except for Crona, that's all she had to say to all her so called 'friends'. Because no one messes with an Albarn women and gets away with it. Just ask her father.
None of them knew just how screwed they were.
"Hey Albarn. Think you could answer your phone? Your stupid ringtones giving me a headache." Kim sneered at Maka rudely, unknowingly making it on to Maka's growing list with the rest of Spartoi.
"What?" Maka growled into the receiver of her phone, pent up anger starting to bubble over.
A crisp and dry laugh rang in Maka's ear "Dam the DWMA's that bad? Maybe Shortie and me lucked out getting thrown in jail. I always knew it was a good call robing that bank."
Maka grinned as a brilliant and dare she say 'mad' plan started forming in her mind. She might not only of just found the key to get back at everyone, but if she played her cards right she'd be able to make one of the most powerful teams in the DWMA's history.
"Hey Stitches, when do Shortie and you get out of jail again?"
"Next week, why?"
"How would you like to help me with an...experiment."
"You sound very devious. I'm in."
"I thought you would be."
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"Stitches Stark and Shortie Brewer?" Lord Death muttered the two names that always seemed to left a strange taste in his mouth, or they would if he had a mouth. He'd know Stitches and Shortie since they were little children but no matter how hard he tried he could never get to know them well.
Stitches was a twisted boy, who at times made even Death himself wonder if he was safe. With a dark sense of humor, strange type of curiosity, and ability to pick up on anything with the ease of a genius. Not to mention his skills as a stand alone Meister were only rivaled by Stein.
Shortie was just a quiet girl. The only problem was that he mother made sure to keep her at a distance from the reaper. Death knew the girl grew up on a very short leash and had very limited human interaction for a long time. She was a blank page only few could understand.
"I thought they were still in prison for robbing that bank in France two years ago?"
"They're getting out next week and will be on the first plane here."
The reaper nodded in a understanding fashion. Despite how he acted he was a very intelligent being and he knew what was going on. Maka was getting her revenge.
Soul had left her as a partner and became partners with a new very talented (and busty) Meister. All of Maka's former team (and majority of the school) had abandoned her in favor of the new girl, except his son who knew the wrath of a Albarn women.
While Death couldn't condone the idea of revenge, he had seen a similar situation play out many years ago. Maka's mother had single handedly made one of the best team in DWMA history just to spit a weapon who left her. Because of the older Albarn woman's revenge plot he got Spirit as a Death Scythe.
So the cloaked figure could only imagine the lengths Maka would go to get back at the Death Scythe she made. Not to mention it would be very entertaining to watch.
"So you want me to instated Stitches Stark and Shortie Brewer into the DWMA as stand alone Meisters?" Death asked
"No. Shortie will be bringing a weapon partner with her. The only information I have is that the weapon is capable of using three different forms. Stitches will also be using a weapon as well." Maka explained.
"What weapon."
"Myself."
"Really? I was informed you have only started to unlock your weapon blood and under the impression you would be continuing on as a Meister."
"I feel I would be more use to my team as a weapon that a Meister."
"Team?"
"Yes. I would like to ask that we be able to form a chain team. The members being Crona, Shortie, her weapon, Stitches, and my self."
"You five as a team, would you even be able to resonate together?"
"We will. I'm sure of it."
Lord Death stayed silent for a minute. It was dangerous, the five of them could make a very destructive and powerful team. Hard to control and their loyalty would always be in question. But if he didn't let them and they became enemies he wasn't sure he could stop them.
"I approve. Stitches and Shortie will be welcome and you are granted a team, but you will have to start for the beginning and have to work to get back to where you once were."
"I plan to. With Stitches and I fallowing in our fathers footsteps to become an Albarn/Stein team I don't doubt our ability. Not to mention with Crona, Shortie, and her partner I know we'll be unstoppable." Maka grinned as she walked out of the death room. She only had a week to prepare and she'd need every second she could get.
New story! I don't own Soul Eater, only my O.C