Disclaimer: FUCK YOU!
Te: She doesn't own Soul Eater!
Ha: Thank g-d for that o.o"
Me: FUCK YOU TOO!
A/N: Welcome to the sequel of 'I Have a Problem'! Well, it's not really a sequel…more like taking you back to the beginning and showing what was happening on the other side of things, with Black Star. While Tsuki was helping Kid, Black Star had a little help as well. There's also an alternate ending in this one! :D. But unfortunately the ending is all I have figured out so I'm just winging it. XD. so sitting back relax and enjoy the awesome yaoi wonders of 'I Have a Situation'! :D
Hm…I wonder why he keeps starring at me. I ponder to myself as I notice once again that my sinigami friend is eyeing me. I mean, there are a lot of awesome things to look at. I am the great Black Star, the one who surpass G-D! But does he really have to stare! It's kinda creepy, but…wait…am I starring back? DAMN IT! AGAIN! For the past month my eyes have wondered over to him without asking me whether it was okay or not. I'm getting sick of this. I AM THE GREAT G-D BLACK STAR! I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT STARRING AT AN ANNOYING OCD SHINIGAMI! What to do, what to do.
As I thought this over the bell rang. School was over for the day, and the Great Me left quickly with my awesome partner that awesomely matches my awesomeness, Tsubaki. On the way home we past 'Death's Gates Café', so my weapon went in to get us some dinner. I'm not allowed in there because last time I was they kicked me out for being too loud, eating too much and scaring off other customers. If you ask me they just don't get my greatness. Huh? What's that large crowd forming across the street? It's not like anything could be more interesting than me! I'm gonna go check it out.
When a finally push my way to the front Soul and Maka are standing there too.
"OI! BLACK STAR!" My awesome friend Soul called approaching me, and giving me a high five. "Hey, isn't this cool? Check them out!"
It's rare for Soul to call anyone cool but himself, even though I'm twice as cool as he is, he won't admit it. But if he's calling it cool it must be so. So I look over at what everyone's starring at. Street performers! Dancing to some weird hip-hop music. I think it's that gay singing Adam Lambert. Not gay as an insult, actually the guy's pretty cool, just not as cool as me, but yeah I'm mean gay like he's actually gay.
"Yeah it's pretty cool; hey think it's possible to push closer for a better look?" I ask my cool boy friend.
"Why not? Maka's up there in front, come on!" He replied, and we pushed our way through.
Now I had a perfect view of the dancers. There were two boys. One of them was tall with milk chocolate hair and forest green eyes. He wore a black shirt with a skull and cross bones on it, a thin white long sleeve underneath, jeans and black sneakers that must have been really old and worn out. The other was shorter with blonde hair. He had bangs that covered his right eye and red tips in them and icy blue eyes that were both happy and welcoming, but also cold and chilling. This one wore a red tank top with nothing over or under it even though it was freezing out. He also had on jeans and ratty black combat boots. Both boys looked like they just came back from digging in the dumpster. But their moves were pretty tight. They did lots of flips and were always in sync with each other. I could do better, but they were pretty good.
I guess I failed to notice the line painted on the ground to show where you shouldn't pass because right as I finally made it to the front. WHAM! The blonde one had the nerve to flip and kick me square in my amazing g-dly face!
"HEY! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE HUH!" I yelled. "HOW DARE YOU KICK MY FACE! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM! I AM THE GREAT BLACK STAR!"
The blonde idiot gasped and ran over to help me up.
"Sorry, sorry! I'm so totally super extra incredibly sorry! I swear I didn't mean to! I didn't see you there! Please don't sue! We have nothing but the clothes on our backs!" The kicker boy cried pulling me up by the arm, then he stopped for a second. "Hey," proclaimed, squeezing my arm, "nice biceps."
Well of cource their nice biceps. The Great Me would have no less than great biceps! Perfect biceps! Completely totally g-d like biceps! But that's not the point. The point is, this bastard just kicked me in the fucking face!
"Oh my g-d! You're bleeding! OH NO! You're bleeding! Uh…uh…I'll take you back to our place! That's it! Yeah! We have ice and stuff!" He scrambled pulling me in vain. No one can move the great Black Star!
"Listen, I'm not going anywhere with some strange guy who kicks people in the face, right Soul!" I turned to see Soul and Maka had left. Everyone had left. Well that's just not awesome. Not like me, the awesome, great Black Star! The boy kept pulling my arm and finally put some muscle in it. A lot of muscle actually, because before I knew it I was being dragged through town by my arm and stopped in front of an old abandoned apartment complex that looked like no one had been there for years. The boy pulled me in with his friend close behind us.
"Haru, go get some ice!" The blonde boy told his friend, Haru I guess. And the other obeyed and came back with an old rag of ice from the freezer that miraculously still worked.
"Teruki, I think you're annoying him more than helping him." The other said, and this boy Teruki just made a face like he was at hell's gates.
"I can't go to jail again Haru! And we have no money for bale or a law suit! When I went to jail last time for that incident with George Bush and the lawn mower you have NO IDEA what happened. And, and, they kept making me drop the soap Haru! Do you know how bad it is when you drop the soap in prison!" The one called Teruki was spazzing and shaking Haru by the shoulders, leaving me to hold the ice to my own head. I sighed.
"Look," I stated, "how about I let you make it up to me some how? I'm sure I can think of SOMETHING you can do." Teruki let a happy gasp of air.
"REALLY! ANYTHING! We'll do ANYTHING!" Teruki squealed like a girl.
"What do you mean 'WE'? This is YOUR mess." Haru told him.
The problem was, I couldn't think of anything. What was I supposed to have this guy do? Hmm…. At that moment I looked out the old broken windows and heard the familiar voice of Kid's crazy blonde haired partner. Out the window I could see her and Kid walking home and felt a slight pink on my face. Wait, why! Why am I, the great Black Star, turning pink! G-ds don't turn PINK! The two boys followed my eyes and the blonde one smiled at me.
"OKAY!" He announced. "I'll help you get together with the guy out there. You like him right!"
"WHAT!" That was the most stupid thing I've ever heard. Me, the great and powerful Black Star being gay for Kid! That was impossible, unheard of, and, AND…..completely possible. I've been starring at him a lot now that I think about it, and I just turned fucking PINK as he walked by. Oh my ME! What should I do! I've never been in a relationship with a GIRL let alone a GUY! I mean…uh….of cource I've been with people. I'm a G-D after all. But…uh…BUT…
"Don't worry!" Teruki said breaking my panic thoughts. "I'm gonna get you two together no matter WHAT! And in exchange, you don't sue us for me accidently kicking your face. Deal!" Teruki held out his hand for me to shake. He gave a smile that looked like a small boys, but of cource everyone's small compared to me. I took his hand and shook it.
"Deal." I agreed
"GREAT!" Teruki squealed, "LET'S GET STARTED! Let's see, we'll need, candles, and new clothes for you, and explosives, and a tap dancing cow, and…"
Haru put a hand on my shoulder. "Dude, you have no idea what you just got your ass into." He told me. Something tells me that meant something bad.
Mean while. Tsubaki was still outside the "Death's Gates Café" looking frantically for Black Star! XD
So there you go chappy 1 of I Have a Situation. Hope you like. Don't expect updates too often. I'm busy with school and stuff, so enjoy! :D