This is not a good time for me writing wise. In my most recent crossover, I found a HUGE plothole that invalidates the entire plot. In my other story, the same prompt has been taken up by a well-known, and far superior author, who is doing a fantastic job with it. I don't have a prayer.
In need of inspiration, I recently started watching Sword Art Online. I'm hooked, I admit it. It also got the wheels of my mind turning. Resulting in this AU.
I feel I should emphasize, this is NOT a crossover with Sword Art Online in any traditional sense. I have an idea for an actual Sword Art Online crossover, but time will tell if I actually post it. Some basic concepts from SAO are used here, but you will find little else. No characters from SAO, and other then a few things like the Nerve Gear and VRMMOs, nothing else from there is here. This does not even take place in Aincard, SAO's first MMO setting. I simply wish to emphasize this point in case people either think that this belongs in the crossover section, or expect Kirito to appear.
Okay, with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy this story!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with Soul Eater or Sword Art Online
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It was finally time!
Maka looked at the game box in her hand. The cover showed a dark, fantasy landscape, with the words, Death Weapon Online in fancy script. She cracked open the box carefully, revealing the game CD. A wave of giddy excitement went through her and she shivered. She gently removed the disk and placed the box on her desk. Leaning down, she slotted the game disk into the large electronic box located under her desk.
Standing up, she took a few steps over to the large VR bed nearby. She paused for a moment, reaching out and running her hand along it.
Maka was a geek. That was the undeniable truth. She usually read novels in her spare time, but a while back, a friend of hers had insisted that she tried playing a RPG that had come out recently. She had been reluctant, her knowledge of games at the time limited to shooters. Such games, where you shot and blew your way through, came off as mindless to her and she wasn't interested. Still, she had decided to humor her friend and tried the game anyway.
It had been nothing short of a revelation for her. A beautiful fantasy world, fighting monsters for experience, and a story to rival any novel she had read. It had turned her world upside down. Suddenly, she found herself devouring all kinds of games, at first just RPGs, but eventually she had moved on to action-adventures, platformers, and, a personal favorite of hers, visual novels.
In time, it had led her to VRMMOs. Full immersive virtual reality MMOs, able to put a player fully in a game using the Nerve Gear, a neural VR interface. She enjoyed herself in these, both playing with other people, and being completed enfolded in worlds straight out of her books.
Death Weapon Online was the latest VRMMO, developed by the maker of the Nerve Gear himself. All over the world, people were snatching up copies of the game, determined to be among the first to enter the new game.
With another shiver of excitement, she lay on the VR bed. Placing the Gear over her head, she made sure it was adjusted comfortably. She took a deep breath.
"Link Start!"
n/n/n/n/
Maka's first thought when she finally materialized in the world of Death Weapon was that it was a bit creepy. The starting town, Death City, looked like someplace out of a macrebe style flick, with a skull motif present in several areas. The sun didn't help either. It had a creepy face, and if one listened closely enough above the hustle and bustle of the city, they could actually hear the sun laughing.
On top of that, it felt like summer. Death City was apparently located in the middle of a large desert. An unusual choice for a starting area. More unusual, the city felt strangely modern. It clearly wasn't a medieval setting, but something entirely different instead. Many players and NPCs wore outfits that wouldn't be out of place in the real world. Summer herself wore a white shirt and black skirt.
She was now exploring the city, aware of the stares that she was attracting. She smiled to herself.
She was proud of the avatar she had made. It was her usual style, a busty, good-looking girl who always turned heads. A few people recognized her and called to her.
"Summer, is that you?"
"Your avatar is cute, as usual!"
"Holy crap, you really outdid yourself this time!"
"Nice to see you here!"
"Summer! Good to see you from Vengence!"
'Summer' merely giggled and continued admiring the city.
It had been unintentional, really.
Maka had started playing her first VRMMO around the time her parents divorced. Frustrated with her father's infidelity, she had intentionally created the kind of female avatar that turned heads. She wanted to prove to herself that men were just as shallow as she believed them to be.
Sadly, she had proved herself right.
Summer, as she traditionally called herself, was a hit with the guys. When she was just starting out, she had been pelted with offers of help and assistance. This had grown even more intense after people figured out that there was an actual girl behind the character. As time went on, Summer's reputation not just as a flirty seductress, but also as a skilled VRMMO player had earned her a significant amount of recognition. The combination of hot and badass was very appealing for a lot of guys.
It disgusted Maka
"Summer!"
She turned around, in time to see another regular, Arthur, approach. She mentally groaned. She didn't want to deal with him right now.
Despite that, she still smiled, "Hi Arthur! Gotten used to the game yet?"
Arthur smiled, "Not yet, still learning my way around. They say some beta testers are hanging around, want to try finding them for advice?"
Summer shook her head, "No thanks, I'd rather figure it out on my own." Her smiled then turned suggestive and she leaned in close, "If you keep up with me this time, perhaps later this week…?"
If he could, Maka was certain Arthur would have blushed. He stood up straight, "I'll keep up! You'll see! This is going to be my time!" He then ran off.
"Good luck with that," Maka whispered under her breath. Arthur was traditionally a bit of a loser. A nice guy, but a loser. His claim to fame, however, was that he always, always, somehow got ahold of the most powerful weapons first. No one knew how. Not even Arthur himself.
Another person called for her, and she drew her head to them. It was an old guild master of hers, and they spent some time chatting.
She had never meant for her Summer persona to grow the way it did. Yet here she was, an unintentional staple of the VRMMO scene. She had a love-hate relationship with the person she portrayed herself to be. On one hand, Summer had a lot of influence, and she didn't even have that bad of a personality. She was actually fairly kind and helpful, always willing to help a struggling player or point a newcomer in the right direction. She was often seen in high positions in powerful guilds. It was kind of nice, having so much fame.
On the other hand, Summer was undeniably a female slut. A floozy. A cheat. A succubus who always surrounded by men, each of them wrapped around her finger. It was so much like a female version of her father that Maka hated it. That hate was amplified by the fact that she doubted any of those same guys would probably never even give her the time of day if they saw what she really looked like.
Horrible lot, all of them.
Summer saw several more familiar players, many of whom she had met from various VRMMOs. They were all excited about Death Weapon, and they were all eager to get started. From what Maka deduced, there were about ten thousand players in this first wave. There was a rumor going around that further players were having trouble getting into the game.
Finally, Maka decided that it was time to get cracking. Finishing up her socialization, she walked over to a local weapon stall to pick her first weapon.
"First weapon for beginners is free!" The NPC merchant said cheerfully, "Pick carefully!"
Summer nodded in understanding and looked over the offerings. In Death Weapon Online, the player picked a weapon specialization. This could be changed, but it took some work, so it was an important choice. It was compensated by the fact that there were a wide range of weapon choices, some of them fairly unique from traditional VRMMO fare. In addition, weapon specialization played into an important feature of the game.
"I'll take this one please!" Summer lifted up an impressive looking scythe. Maka had decided that scythes would be her specialization. In a town like this, it could be beneficial to come off as a Grim Reaper of sorts.
"Are you sure?" The merchant asked.
Summer nodded, "Positive!"
"Alright, it's yours! Take care and please come again!"
She added the scythe to her inventory. Slinging it across her back, she began to make her way to the city exit.
It was time to start training.
n/n/n/n/
"Aw man, people are pairing up already!"
At the nearby player's complaints, Summer turned her head. A player nearby was wielding large boxing gloves against the local monsters, large sand boars. Her first thought was that those were interesting weapons to choose. Then the gloves glowed, and in a flash of light, took the form of people, a young girl and boy.
So people were taking that step already, Maka thought to herself, as she used to scythe to slash at a nearby sand boar. She wanted to wait a few levels first. She figured that if she had some strength before finding a partner, it would make life slightly easier for her.
'Pairing up,' as it was called, was one of the most important parts of the game, and one of its big draws. When a person created a character, they could choose to be either a 'meister' or, incredibly, a 'Demon Weapon.' Demon Weapon characters were able to actually transform into a usable weapon. Not just a usable weapon, but the intention was for a Demon Weapon to pair with a meister and act as the primary weapon for a meister character.
Actual dramatic player transformation had never been tried in a VRMMO before. Much less in the way that Death Weapon Online was doing it. Lots of people were interested in the game for that reason alone. Maka guessed that roughly half the players chose to be Demon Weapons. Summer was a meister character.
Maka continued thinking to herself as Summer ripped through boars. She definitely wanted a Demon Scythe partner. A girl preferably. Pairing up looked like fun.
She eventually found herself in a less populated part of the field. She took a moment from her training to observe the area. Aside from the city that loomed above the desert, she could see nothing but sand for miles. There was probably an invisible wall or something if she got far enough out. There was a mode of transportation, the Warp, which led to other areas, but that could only be accessed by characters who had completed the beginner quest to join the game organization, the Death Weapon Meister Academy. And that quest could only be accessed by those who had partnered up. Even then, that particular quest hadn't opened up yet. The word was that it would be available after the launch event later.
The city was huge, she thought to herself, gazing up at it. It was odd. In game towns were almost never that big. She could even say that it was possibly the biggest game city she had ever seen. A true city.
"Oi, is this area taken?"
Summer turned her head in time to see a rather handsome white-haired boy walk up, glancing around the area. "Everywhere else is crowded," he said, "I can barely get a kill in."
Summer sighed, but then smiled, "I'm not leaving, but I'll happily step back and let you train for a bit."
"That works, thanks." He unsheathed a sword.
"You're a sword specialist?" Summer asked, sounding curious.
"Not really," the boy replied, positioning himself near some enemies, "I'm actually a Demon Scythe. I want to try seeing if I can gain a couple of levels before partnering up. Make myself slightly more attractive to perspectives."
A Demon Scythe! Summer checked his avatar name, which popped up in her vision near him. 'Soul Eater.' Creepy, but strangely fitting for the setting.
Maka found herself in a bit of a dilemma. On one hand, here was a Demon Scythe. Who knew when she might find another one? With so many weapon forms to choose from, there was no guarantee she would find any specific Demon Weapon anytime soon.
On the other hand, it was a boy. She had really wanted a girl for her partner. Summer's slutty reputation was bad enough! It would be completely in character for her to choose a pretty-look boy for her partner.
Slightly frustrated, she watched him hack away at the nearby monsters. In the end, she swallowed her pride and approached.
"You said that you were a Demon Scythe, right?"
"Yeah," was the dispassionate response.
"Well, I happen to be a scythe specialist. Want to partner up?"
Soul finished off another boar. He turned around to face Summer, "Really?"
She smiled cheerfully, "Of course, it could be fun," her smile turned suggestive, "I could really show you a good time." Oh god, Maka thought to herself, Summer had not just said that.
Soul paused, and from the way his eyes quickly moved, Maka could tell that he was checking her name. "Summer," he muttered, "That explains a lot."
"Heard of me?" Summer cocked her head cutely while still smiling.
"On forums, yeah," he looked at her carefully.
"Then you should know that it's you're lucky day. I'm a VRMMO veteran, and I always get into top guilds!"
He didn't respond, merely continued looking right at her, observing her. Maka felt her patience start to run thin.
"Is something wrong?"
"Why would you roleplay a whore when you clearly hate it?"
That caught Maka off guard. She stared at him, for a moment, before regaining her composure, forcing a smile, "What are you talking about?"
"You don't have to keep acting you know," Soul summoned his menu in front of him and began poking through it with his hand, "I'll be your partner, if only because I'm curious to know who the real 'Summer' is."
"I have no idea what you mean," Summer replied as she summoned her own menu with her hand. Going through the options, she found the one that would allow partner invites. There was a notice that she had actually already received several. Of course . She shifted through them until she found Soul's invite. She tapped it, than hit 'accept.' A notice informed her that she was now Soul Eater's meister.
"There we go!" She dismissed the menu with a wave. She looked up at him, "Want to try it out?"
"Not right now, I want to gain at least one more level before I leave."
She giggled, "Fair enough."
He cast her another look, "I told you, you can cut the act."
Summer didn't get a chance to respond before he went right back to killing monster. Maka watched him warily. He could tell she was acting? He was the first to see through it. Or perhaps others had also seen through, but hadn't called her out on it? But why? Perhaps because, Maka though gloomily, they hadn't wanted to. They wanted to think that there was really a girl like that, even if it was a lie.
After a while, the creepy sun started to set. It even, Maka noted, looked like to was starting to fall asleep, its face droopy.
Soul sheathed his sword and glanced at the sun. "That's interesting." He look out at the vast desert, "Aren't VRMMOs supposed to be more visually impressive then this?"
"Is this your first one?" Summer asked, walked up.
"It's my first VRMMO to be more accurate. I've played regular MMOs before, and a few single-player VR games. But this is my first full-fledged VRMMO."
"Interesting," she coked her head at him, "Unique experience from either, huh?"
"I'll say," he summoned his menu, "Dinner's probably almost ready back home. I better log out."
Summer blinked, "But we haven't even tried fighting together yet!"
"I'll be back later tonight," Soul said, yawning, "I don't want to miss the launch event. But I'll get in trouble if I'm not at dinner on time."
"Alright," Summer bowed her head in understanding, "I'll go catch up with some friends and see you later then." She pivoted on her heel, intent on returning to the city and seeing if she could find some guildmates from her old MMO. Get the gang back together, so to speak.
"Huh, that's weird."
She glanced over her shoulder, "What's wrong?"
Soul was hovering his fingers over the menu, "I can't find the logout button."
"It should be somewhere in the system menu," Maka brought up her own menu. She tapped through the various options. She found one that look promising. She picked it and observed the options. Then froze.
There was a blank space where the logout button should be.
"This can't be right…"
"Maybe it's a bug?" Soul suggested.
Maka frowned, "Maybe," she looked away from him, entrenched in thought, "We should call a GM."
"I'm doing that right now," she glanced over at his menu, and saw the animation she assumed was associated with a GM call, "No one's picking up," He dismissed his menu and looked at her, "Is there any other way to log out?" He asked.
She shook her head, "No, there isn't any other way to log out. Not even an emergency logout was listed in the manual…" her voice trailed off. She looked around the area, "The Nerve Gear intercepts all brain activity too, so we can't move our bodies to remove it."
"So," she looked back at Soul, "What do we do?"
"We wait for someone to remove our Nerve Gears for us I guess," Maka sighed, "I'll probably be stuck here for a while if that's the case. My mother is out on a trip."
"I should be out of here in any second then," Soul remarked. He ran his hand through his hair, "My father's going to be pissed."
"I'm sure he'll be more understanding once you explain the situation," Maka assured him, "You'll have plenty of proof likely, something like this is bound to be all over the Internet." She looked up at the city, "It's strange though. Even if we can't logout, they can shut down the servers and log everyone out themselves. It's something I would assume they would do for such a severe bug. On top of that, if this keeps up, it could affect the game's future."
"So we wait until someone either removes the Gear or they kick us out?"
"That sums it up." She brought up her menu again, and looked over it. Maybe she should message some of her friends that she had saw earlier…?
There was a loud sound. Maka's head snapped up. It sounded like a bell ringing. She frowned. She didn't remember seeing a bell big enough to make a sound that loud anywhere in the city. Then again, with how big the city was…
She suddenly found herself surrounded by light. When it faded, she saw that she was in a huge plaza. She looked next to her and saw Soul, looking around in confusion.
"What just happened?" He asked.
Someone forced a warp," she said. All around them, players were warping in. Confused chatter was all around, all asking the same questions.
"What's going on?"
"Is this an event?"
"What's happening?"
"Look up there!" Maka looked up. A red square had appeared that said, 'Warning: System Announcement.' It blinked for a moment, before suddenly red squares filled the entire sky, casting a sinister red glow over the area.
A black ball appeared. It grew, until it towered over the player. Then, it began changing shape. The material twisted and warped, until they were all looking at a large black figure, hovering over them all.
"Welcome," He said, "To Death Weapon Online. I am Asan Kiran, the creator of Death Weapon Online, and the Nerve Gears."
That was the creator? What was he doing here?
"As of now, I am in sole control of Death Weapon Online. Some of you may have noticed by now, but the logout button is missing from your menus. This is not a bug. I repeat, this is not a bug. This is a feature of Death Weapon Online."
Disturbed murmurs. Asan continued, "In addition, if anyone tries to remove your Nerve Gear, the transmitter in the Gear will emit a powerful microwave, destroying your brain."
"What?" Soul snapped his head to Maka, "Is that possible?"
Maka just kept looked up at Asan, "The Nerve Gear does use microwaves. If the safety was removed," she threw her gaze at Soul, "It is possible for it to destroy your brain!"
"Sadly," Asan continued, "Some players' friends and families have already tried to remove the Gear. As of now, there are currently two-hundred and thirteen less of you." A gasp rippled through the crowd. What looked like Internet news sites appeared around Asan, "The incident has made international news, as you can see. It is highly unlikely that anyone will try to remove your gears."
"What if they tried cutting the power?" Soul asked, glancing at Maka.
"The Gear has its own internal battery," she replied. In other words, they were stuck. Completely and utterly.
"As of now, there is no longer anyway to revive players. When you die, at the same time, the transmitter will send out a mircrowave, destroying your brain and killing you."
The crowd was becoming more panicked. Maka looked around. A couple of people were trying to leave the plaza, only to be bumping against a force field. It seemed like Asan had trapped them for the duration of the event. She leaned in close to Soul, "As soon as that force field lifts, follow me. I don't want to be here when the riot starts."
Soul nodded, but his gaze was fixated on something. She followed it. In the news videos being displayed, there was a family. A woman was crying, while a man and an older teenager tried to comfort her. Soul's family?
The sites vanished. Asan continued, "There is only one way to escape the game. You must clear it. For those of you who don't know, the main objective of the game is to turn a Demon Weapon player into a 'Death Scythe.' This is done by defeating 99 kishin bosses, and one witch boss."
"He's kidding!" One person said, "Not even the beta testers were able to pull that off!"
"Death Scythe players and meisters who have created a Death Scythe have the privilege of entering and exiting the game at will. They can also grant this ability to other players as well," He stuck out a hand, "In you inventories, I have left each of you a gift. Please accept it."
Maka summoned her menu and accessed her inventory. An item called 'Mirror' had been added. She selected it, and caught it as it materialized. What did this do? Suddenly, another light enveloped her. The plaza became bright for a moment. The light then faded.
Maka blinked. She looked around. Everyone looked…different. She herself felt different.
"Who are you?" Maka looked over. Next to her, was a boy with spikey white hair, red eyes, and, if she looked closely, sharp, shark-like teeth.
"I should be asking you the same thing!" She replied.
"I'm Soul, what are you talking about? What about you?"
"I'm Summer, remember?"
"You can't be Summer…" Soul's voice trailed off uncertainly. With a sinking feeling, Maka looked into the mirror.
Oh crap.
A plain-looking face with green eyes stared back at her. Limp, ash-blonde pigtails hung from her head. She looked over herself. No wonder she felt different. Summer had significant assets. Maka was as flat as a board.
She looked up, "Soul?"
Soul stared at her, "Wow, you're actually Summer," he smiled, showing off his sharp teeth, laughing slightly, "This actually explains a lot!"
"Shut up!" She hissed. She glanced at the mirror again, "The Nerve Gear uses a high-density scanner, that's how it knows our faces. It drew the rest of the data from when we preformed calibration during set-up, since that involved patting down our bodies."
"Why do that though?"
Maka looked around, "We are going to be here for a long time. I don't think anyone wants to be in a body that's not theirs for a long period of time. Well, maybe they would, but I don't think it would have positive mental effects. I read once that guys who play girl character for a long period of time…it doesn't do any favors for their minds."
Asan spoke, "Many of you are currently wondering what my goal in this was. That goal has been accomplished. To create a world that I can control." Maka clenched her fist. "This concludes the tutorial, and the launch of Death Weapon Online. The Death Weapon Meister Academy has now opened up. Good luck players."
He vanished. Red squares faded, and normal light returned. The force field dissipated.
A shocked silence fell over the crowd. Maka took the hint. She tugged on Soul's arm, "Let's go."
"Where are we going?" He asked, as he followed her through the crowd. She led him out of the plaza and into the city.
"You heard him," she said, opening up her menu. An alert to accept the DWMA quest had arrived. Perfect. "The DWMA opened up. You need to do a quest to get in and get to the main part of the game. That quest is going to become a choke point. We need to complete the quest now before people flood it and make it impossible. Then, we need to use the Warp to get to another field to train. The area around the city is going to be picked clean soon."
"I see," Soul said, opening up his own menu, "What about everything that guy said? Was…it true?"
"No doubt about it," Maka replied, "He's the creator of both the Nerve Gear and this game. Everything he said was true."
She paused for a moment, stopping in the street. "What's wrong?" Soul stepped around, concern evident on his features.
She looked down at herself. She had another problem. How would people react when they found out just how much about Summer was fake?
"So, that's what you really look like?" She looked up at him and nodded,
"Yeah, just a plain, looking girl with no sex appeal whatsoever."
"You look younger too. Summer always looked like she was seventeen or something. How old are you?"
"Fourteen."
"Huh, so I am. You look nice."
Maka glared at him, "Don't say that!"
Soul stepped back, holding up his hand defensively, "What? It was a compliment! You look better this way!"
"Not true!" She looked down at herself, "No guy would want anything to do with me. No one's going to want anything to do with me anymore!"
"Why not?"
"Because Summer was fake! Once they find that out, I won't have anything here!"
"That's not true," Soul shot at her, "Sure, Summer was known as a slut, but she was also known as a skilled VRMMO player, and a good person in general. Anyone who looks past your looks will realize that."
"And how many do you think will actually do that?" Maka asked icily, "If a guy had to chose between a good looking girl with passable skills, or a plain-looking one with excellent ones, they'll pick the good-looking one every time. Part of the reason Summer got as far as she did was because so many guys were willing to help her for the chance to get with her!"
"That last part may be true, but I bet there will be lots of people out there willing to have you on your credentials from past MMOs alone. Anyone who doesn't want someone like you is an idiot!"
"News flash, guys ARE idiots!"
"Does that include me?"
"Yes! You'll just stick around long enough to complete the quest, then you'll ditch me for some hot girl!"
"What if I said I won't?"
Maka looked away. "I promise I won't do it again." Tears gathered in her eyes, "Your word isn't good enough."
Soul sighed, running a hand through his hair, "Then how about this. At least let me stick around. I'll show you that I won't leave."
Maka started walking past him, not willing to look him in the eye, "If you still want to be partners, that's fine with me. But you'll eventually prove my point. I've proved it myself several times over."
"Is that why you made Summer? To prove a point?"
She stopped, "That's none of your business."
She heard him approach her again, "Do you want to still be partners with me?"
Maka turned those words over in her head, "Truthfully, I did want a girl as a partner…" she sensed him stop near her, "But…" The tears came again, unbidden. She turned around to look at Soul, "I do still want a friend."
"Don't you have friends?" He shook his head in realization, "No, you don't. 'Summer' had friends. But you yourself didn't. No one ever knew who you truly were, did they?" She looked away again. "That's not much fun, you know? You clearly hated how you were acting. But I guess it was hard to back out of Summer after she became so popular."
Maka shut her eyes, "Summer was never supposed to last as long as she did."
"I figured that she was just an act" he stepped forward, smiling a little now.
She glanced back up at him, "How did you figure it out?"
"Your smile was fake. So were your actions," he placed a hand on her shoulder, "Nothing reached your eyes, and you were clearly miserable. Why do it in the first place?"
Maka shook her head, placing a hand on his and gently pushing it off, "It's…complicated…"
He nodded in understanding, "I get it. I won't push it in that case," he smiled, "I look forward to getting to know the real Summer."
She wiped away her tears, "Thank you. But why…?"
"Like I said, Summer was a nice girl. I figure that couldn't have been completely fake. Now, we have a crowd to beat. Let's get going." He started walked past her.
She looked down. She clasped her hands behind her back, "Also, Soul?"
"Hm?" He stopped and looked over at her.
"C-can you call me Maka instead?" she fidgeted, "I'm not Summer anymore…" There was no way she was going to be able to pull off the Summer persona anymore. Not like this. It was no use acting anymore.
Soul turned completely around to face her in surprise, "Is that your real name?"
"Does it matter?"
"I guess not," he smiled, "Glad you trust me with it."
"It won't be just you. That's what I'm going to go by in this world now." A fresh start. Well, hopefully not completely fresh. It would be nice if just a few of her old friends would help her. But she wouldn't be surprised if any of them no longer wanted anything to do with her.
"I see," he turned around, "Well, we need to get going, don't we? I look forward to working with you tiny tits!"
Tiny..!
WHAM!
"Gah!" He sat up, the force of the throw having knocked him to the ground. He rubbed his head, looking at the book on the ground, "What the hell, you aren't supposed to feel pain in here!"
"My Maka Chop is special. Call me that again, and it will hurt worse next time," Maka threatened, walking over to pick up the book.
"How the hell did you do that? Your throwing skill isn't nearly that high!"
"I have my ways, now let's go."
"Sheesh, no wonder you hid behind Summer. Not many people would be willing to put up with a short-tempered kid. No, wait, ACK!"
"You're lucky I'm desperate for someone to partner up with you asshole!"
And just when she thought he was a nice guy!