Of laughter and tears:
"My name is irrelevant." She said while brushing her bangs out of her big green eyes.
"That is not an answer to my question." Mr. Sid said with his booming voice.
The girl stood in front of the classroom with her arms crossed and an annoyed attitude clearly displayed on her face.
"It's not going to tell you anything about me, It's just a name. It can't tell you about who I am or help you understand my life. Not that any of you will even bother to care. It's ridiculous. I won't even be here for more than a month, why do you need to know my stupid name?" She flashed a look of defiance to the instructor and crossed her arms.
"well how are we supposed to address you? How do we get your attention? When I was a real man, I let everyone know my name, it was no secret." Sid's voice only has one level, loud.
The mystery girl reached up and pulled on one of her pigtails in a thoughtful manner.
"You can call me Oni." she smiled the most devilish little smile and laughed.
The blonde pigtails she wore looked way out of place on this girl, her attitude screamed "fuck you" but her style said "bookworm/non-athletic/string bean".
I mean what was with her attitude? I couldn't get a read on this flat-chested nerd. The carefully set up schemas in my brain were at war. She dressed like a super-geek, plaid skirt, yellow vest, white collared undershirt, and a green tie. No makeup, so she was a naturally pretty girl. And the pigtails for Death's sake, was she trying to look like a four year old?
But then, taking a closer look at her you could see what looks like the beginning of a tattoo peeking out of her short little schoolgirl skirt on her left thigh and skull shaped earrings climbing up her ears. Black fingernails, thick and sturdy combat boots. Wanting to be called 'Oni' which translated into demon...None of these details fit together.
She had elements of nerd, goth, popular, theater kid, and anger management issues all rolled into a tiny little blonde package.
She was messing with my careful organized categories of 'who fit where'.
I believe to be cool you have to fit in with everybody, that was my goal at Death Weapon Meister Academy, or DWMA for short, to be the kid everyone wanted to be around. And hell if it hadn't worked like a charm. He was a cool guy, who gave off an air of indifference. He had girls tripping over themselves to sit with him at lunch, love letters crammed in his locker, and the respect of every guy at this school. He had it all, so why was this weird chick making him so confused. Soul Eater Evans prided himself on his ability to look at someone and just know what they want from him. Be it, a certain way to act, when to crack a joke, when to be serious.
But this, this blonde nightmare had his brain frazzled.
If he approached her, he had the feeling he would be hit in the head with something.
"Oh fine." Sid said/yelled. He let out a long suffering sigh and gestured towards an empty chair.
Wait.
An empty chair...like the one next to Black*Star. The only empty chair in the entire room. Soul grinned and coughed to hide a laugh.
Good luck nerd, Black*Star is one hell of a handful.
He leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head, getting ready for the scene about to unfold in front of him.
"YOOOOOO! MAKA?! IS THAT YOU?" Black*Star boomed, jumping up out of his chair.
"IT'S ME YOUR GOD, THE GREAT ALMIGHTY BLACK*STAR! MUAHAHAHA!"
The girl, Maka, jumped at the sudden voice assaulting her ears and whipped her head towards the pointy blue haired kid. Her big green eyes grew in size and a large shit-eating grin spread across her features.
"There is no God." She said while laughing in between words. "If there was a God I wouldn't have to sit next to you, Black*Star!" She almost skipped over to him and gave him a loud high five and he went in for a tight hug.
"HOW CAN YOU SAY THERE IS NO GOD WHEN I AM STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU?! YAHOOOOOO!"
"Black*Star! Calm down!" a quiet voice said.
"TSUBAKI LOOK, LOOK IT'S MAKA!" he said while bouncing off the walls.
"I see her Black*Star, but you need to calm down! You don't want to get kicked out of class again!"
Tsubaki then turned towards the now happy blonde, "Maka, you are looking well! It's been such a long time, how are you doing? Learning and reading like usual I suspect?" The tall japanese beauty brushed her long black hair out of her face and Soul could see the twinkle in her eye.
"How's Asura?" Tsubaki said with a small smile playing on her lips.
Maka's eyes went dead. She kept her smile frozen on her face.
"He's alright, thank you for asking." She seemed to have stopped breathing. She took her seat with that stupid smile glued to her face.
"Alright settle down class, we are going to be reviewing the lore behind the undead, or zombies." Sid shouted, and then started a long tale about zombies and the science behind them versus the myths.
Meanwhile Soul was stumped. This goth geek knew Black*Star? They didn't seem like they would run in the same group. But their interaction betrayed a familiarity bred by a long term friendship. And she spoke to Tsubaki? Tsubaki Nakatsukasa didn't talk to anyone who wasn't five foot and had pointy blue hair, but she spoke to this Maka girl as if it was a normal thing.
Who is this girl?
Sid droned on until the bell rang and the students packed up their things for next class, biology with Mr. Stein. Soul and Black*Star were pretty tight, but he had never mentioned a Maka before. He would have to ask him more about her later.
In the corner of his eye he watched Maka gather her things and walk towards the door holding up a map, and from what Soul could she she was holding it backwards. She peered out the door, looking left and then right, before deciding to go left. Wrong way blondie.
Before he knew what he was doing he was up and walking after her.
In the hall Soul assumed his 'cool guy posture'. Shoulders slouched, slow walk, hands in pockets. He watched his feet as he walked, which may be why he didn't notice that Maka had stopped walking until he bumped into her.