Eida lay awake in her bed, staring at the ceiling. It was a gorgeous morning, and she wanted to have a gorgeous day, but the morning's noises made it difficult for her to start off "gorgeously." She let out a good sigh before swinging her legs out of the bed. She tossed back the covers in an irritated manner and made her way to the living room. The moment she opened her bedroom door, she was blasted back by the bass from the speakers on her roommate's stereo. She trudged over to the stereo and pounded on the buttons with the full force of her heavy fists until the music stopped. She threw her roommate a dangerous glower before shouting her frustration.

"Every morning, Blade? We have to go thru this every morning?" she asked in a loud manner.

Blade blinked over at his broken stereo, then returned his roommate's glare.

"I was only havin' a little fun Eida you should try it sometime!" He rushed over and flung his arms around his beloved stereo.
"Great Eida, you broke it this time! What did Stereo Bob ever do to you? How am I supposed to finish my workout without my music now Eida?"

Eida shook her head and sighed. When Blade started ranting, she knew she'd never win. She never could manage to out-yell him. Eida went back to her room to get dressed, leaving Blade to continue his ranting.
After he realized Eida wasn't listening to his discontented ranting, Blade proceeded to fixing his stereo, which he referred to as "Stereo Bob." He called his music player "Monkey" because he always managed to get tangled up in the headphone wires.

Eida dressed herself in her usual attire: a green and black plaid mini skirt, dirty brown combat boots, a black tank top with a bright yellow happy face in the center, and a green combat jacket, her hair in a loose ponytail. She stood in her doorway as she watched Blade hopelessly fidget with the stereo she broke.

"Blade," she called when she heard a sniffle, "Blade look at me," she told him.
Blade turned to face her, tear trails staining his rosy cheeks. Eida rolled her eyes as he looked to her with a puppy dog expression and his bottom lip poked out.
"I'll buy you a new one," she said reluctantly.

Just as she knew it would, Blade's face lit up like a flashlight in the dark. He sprang up like a sprinkler head and in one bog lead he had clung to her short body as though she were his favorite teddy bear.
"Oh thank you Eida, thank you, thank you, thank you!" he sang as he nuzzled her neck with his face.

Eida pried Blade off her body with all the strength she could muster. He had a tight grip. Though Blade wouldn't admit this to her, he played his music loudly on purpose every morning. If he didn't, Eida was likely to sleep all day. He hated to admit, but he was bored without his meister.

After a joyous walk through Death City, the two finally made it to the DWMA (Death WeaponMeister Academy). Eida let out a contended sigh as she gazed up at the (as some would say "perfectly symmetrical") school building. She absolutely loved being there while Blade just thought it was a nice place to pass the time. They entered the doors simultaneously and their demeanor had almost immediately changed. Blade stuck his hands in the pockets of his favorite purple jeans. Eida pulled out her book and began reading as she walked around. She'd walked around the Academy so often she could now get to each class with her eyes closed and her hands behind her back. They nonchalantly made their way to the mission board to see what was available.

"How about that one?" Blade pointed.

"Nope," Eida responded coolly, not looking up from her book. Blade's cool expression dropped as he looked over at her.

"You didn't even look at it," he mentioned.

"Don't have to," she slammed her book shut, startling the girl her next to her; "You always pick the lame missions."

Since she couldn't see, or reach, the missions that were higher up on the board, she reached straight across and picked an available one from the bottom. Blade held back a laugh. He always managed to make fun of Eida's height, but after the bruises she gave him last time, he tried his best not to. She shot him a glance, daring him with her raised eyebrow to make the comment she knew he was dying to make. He didn't dare.

Once in class, Eida opened her book and continued reading while Blade proceeded to spitting saliva covered paper at some of the other classmates. Eida chopped him on the head with her book after being hit with a spitball on her cheek. Blade swore under his breath as he rubbed his head.
"Why'd I have to have the mean meister," he muttered.

A/N - I do not own any of the original Soul eater Characters, wherever they may appear in this story, but I do have some original characters.
I haven't written a story in a while, so please rate and comment and let me know about any suggestions you have for me to make my story better. I know this chapter isn't too interesting, but I promise it will pick up. Thanks for reading!