Update 8/9/15
"Thanks for the weather update, Hurley. Now onto other news, there has been a dramatic increase in Meister - Weapon revolts. I would advise all me-".
A resounding beep slowly faded to silence as Maka Albarn turned off the television with a huff. Now wasn't the time to worry or think about silly and exaggerated news. She walked over to the bathroom mirror for a quick look at her appearance. Two highly tied ponytails hung at the base of her green eyes gazed back and analyzed her school attire, making sure there wasn't a button out of place. Displeased with what she saw, Maka patted down the remaining stray hairs tumbling out of her head with a splash of cold water. With a swift swipe, Maka picked up an usually large hardcover book for her usual quick read and for the next typical idiot who speaks without thinking.
"Sooul! Let's go! We're gonna be late!"
Maka stood at the door with her arms crossed as Soul appeared with a disheveled look and red saggy pants, as per usual.
"Relax. Damn. Where's the snooze button on this flat board. "
He grumbled, rubbing his eyes to shake off the sleep. Maka pretended she didn't hear the groggy comment and rolled her eyes in disapproval. Soul always did have a carefree attitude that ticked her off. Actually, a lot of things of Soul irked her lately. Ever since he became The Last Death Scythe and the whole defeating-kishin-on-the-moon business, Soul's been getting a lot of attention from Meisters and Weapons everywhere and it didn't help his inflated ego either.
Every street the youngsters turned was plastered with revolutionary posters and banners. Crowds started to swarm around newsstands, gulping the information and spreading it around like a disease. A small seed of regret started to sprout in the back of Maka's mind for not paying attention earlier to the news. Maka shaked her head roughly whipping her ponytails, instigating a puzzled look on her weapon's face.
Upon their arrival to DWMA, Soul was greeted by his usual flock of psychotic attention-seeking girls. Maka crawled her way out, digging her nails in the ground and hauling her body out of the crowd. Maka scowled and shouted furiously,
"SOUL! ARE YOU SERIOUS? HOW DO YOU ENJOY THIS?"
Soul managed to stick out a hand and form a thumbs up in the air. Maka could feel the symptoms of a horrid headache slither through her head. She clutched her head in annoyance and walked rather rapidly to her class. A loud booming voice from the PA system interrupted her fumbling thoughts.
"All DWMA students are to report to their assigned classrooms by 8:00 AM. Not 8:01, not 8:02 but 8:00 AM, exactly on the dot. Anyone found disobey-"
A cacophony of low shrieks and irate bickering was heard over the PA as a female voice took over the previous voice.
"Yeah, what he means to say is-"
She paused for a moment to gather her voice.
"YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASSES ON TIME OR ELSE YOU'll GET A WHOOPING BULLET SHOT AT YOU BY YOURS TRULY."
Another female and childish-like voice giggled after the threat.
The main voice cleared his throat and said, "Thank you. That will be all."
Maka couldn't help but start grinning at the sound of her old comrades, Death the Kid with Liz and Patty.
DWMA undertook a new principal right after Kid connected his lines of Sanzu which in turn ended the position and life of his father, Lord Death. Any change after that regarding to school rules was made strictly related to symmetry. She could abide by most of Kid's rules which made sense to her except for a few that were simply outrageous. Near her left, was her classroom 242, taught by Ms. Ophelia Howler with her Weapon, Glarth. She was the new teacher employed to replace Marie's absence due to her fresh bun in the oven. Maka wondered whether she would be eccentric as Stein.
Out of a sea of bobbing heads, she noticed a light blue head seated with a dark head one. She also perked up at the sight of a white head and headed straight towards it. Soul was slouched over his chair, his arms over the rim of it and legs on top of the desk in front of him. His eyes trailed after hers as she finally took a seat beside him, sitting erect with feet symmetrical to the ground.
"Hey, Soul!" She saluted as she took her book out happily.
Soul let out an exasperated sigh and said, "Maka, don't be offended but I was saving that seat for someone."
He gave nudge to the door where a blonde big-chested girl came in with a white bag and smiled when Soul waved at her.
"Soul, what the hell. I thought we agreed on sitting together this semester. And this isn't the first time you're blowing me off for some conceited airhead fan of yours." Maka glared at him furiously and swung her arms across her chest.
"Look... Maka. You know who I am. Hanging out with hot chicks is standard cool, know what I mean? If it'll make you feel better, I'll buy one of those books...like the one your dad bought you." Soul grinned madly and added on a wink for her. Maka was sure he predicted her Maka-Chop as he seemingly dodged it, swinging his head to the left.
The female meister then curled up fists in embarrassment and marched down lower to the ground and closer to the board to find a open seat. Loud thumps were heard outside in the corridor and students peered out of their seats with wide eyes and fast breathing. Suddenly, the noise ceased and all was silent. Some kids even stopped breathing to hear if there was anything outside. No one expected the door to fly off its s hinges and slide across the floor.
From its destruction, marched in Ms. Howler with a huge grin on her face, so wide it threatened to touch her ears.
"WELCOME CLASS! NAME IS MS. HOWLER. PLEASURE TO MEET YOU."She shouted to the top of her lungs, making loose papers fly and weak ears burst.
Bitterly regretting the fact of picking a seat so close to the teacher, Maka slowly took her fingers out of her ears once the introduction over. She had never met someone so vocally loud, it literally bursted ear drums. Maka noticed that the teacher dressed in a maxi dress, ornate in black and red eye balls. She could have sworn seeing a pupil dilate. But what was really peculiar about her was that she wore a black glove on her right and a oven mitt on her left. Before Ms. Howler started the roll call, she lifted up her navy rectangular shaped crystal necklace up to her mouth and sucked in with a loud inhale. During the attendance, her right gloved hand strangely started to inch close to her chest. The class watched in shock as the unsuspecting teacher was about to be groped. By herself.
The female instructor let out a chuckle and ferociously grabbed her right hand and went to a nearby sink.
"Hmpf. Class, I am about to show you one of the principles of self-defense. Watch as I drown the suspect very calmly."
She removed her glove and placed it under running hot water. Strange yelps and wails came from sink, or rather her glove. The black pixie head instructor started to grin madly and began to scrub with cheap lavender soap.
"GODDAMNIT, FI I AM DRY CLEAN ONLY. CEASE THIS IDIOCY."
A voice screeched out in annoyance and leapt out her hands and into a certain blue-haired student. BlackStar took the glove off his head, sniffed it and then tried to take a bite of it. The young assassin shrugged and tossed it out an open window and said, "Not worthy of me."
The glove who had been washed with cheap soap, bitten by an idiot and thrown out of the classroom by same idiot infuriated him greatly. "Whoever you are, I will annihilate you and feast on your dying screams."
Back in the classroom, Ms. Howler noticed the odd and questioning looks and dismissed it with a hand flick.
"Oh kids, that was my partner, Glarth! He's harmless so don't worry about him, 'kay?"
Maka sighed and realized she was wrong about her prediction. She was worse. This odd new teacher and her partner, what a strange relationship. Ms. Howler started and ended the lesson with basic combat techniques moves and had said that next time was going to be a new lesson entirely. She collected her baggage and slowly removed her left hand from the oven mitt. It displayed impressive work on her abnormally long black nails. She gave them a quick kiss and made a air motion resembling a slice to the desk in front of her. As she strolled off in utter joy, the desk split in half so perfect and symmetrical, Kid would have been proud. Unfortunately, that didn't sit well with Maka.
The do-gooder raced after her and reprimanded Ms. Howler, "You can't do that! That's vandalizing school property!"
Ms. Howler then pinched her cheeks roughly and said, "Well, too bad dear. I will and can do what I want. But I'll take your complaint in consideration!"
Maka huffed out in frustration and stormed off. She then turned to another problem: Soul. Her attempts to talk alone with Soul had failed miserably. He was always with someone and when she actually got to be with him, he would dismiss her as well. But not today. Maka had hatched a plan to be alone and talk with him for at least a couple of minutes.
Soul was walking with some chicks he'd consider very fine. For some reason, they led him outside to an alley which led him to think something was going to happen and he was gonna like it very much. One of the girls said, "Ok, Soul I'm going to blindfold you for the surprise."
Soul replied back, "Whatever you say, babe."
Once blindfolded, he heard some shuffling and then heard silence. He felt someone delicately remove his blindfolds and was going to make a move on them until his eyesight adjusted to the sudden brightness and realized it was Maka.
"What's going on here, Maka? And what happened to Felicity and Ginger!" He asked impatiently with a scowl.
"I sent them away. They wanted to help me and they did. Now I have you and we're gonna talk." She declared with a absolute certainty.
Soul sighed in irritation and said, "All right, Maka. Now what do you want? My weapon?"
The meister gaped horribly and couldn't believe what she had heard.
"Yes, Soul. I want you but I want the old Soul back. I miss you and you're my partner. We used to hang out with everyone a-and now you're with slutty bags who only care about being KNOWN. Geez, Soul wake up!"
Soul answered back calmly, "Maka, things change. We've had great times in the past and I do care about you. I'm growing up."
Maka lifted up her head with tears at the brim of her eyes and softly spoke, "You're a liar, Soul. I hate you. Just as thought, all men are trash. You're a poor excuse of my father."
Soul felt his heart tighten and grasped his chest. "Maka..." His whole demeanor changed when he felt an ominous presence. Maka had felt it as well as she looked at him with a grim shadow over her face.
Night seeped through daylight patiently, awaiting it's turn. Shadows pranced around the walls, creating a visual orchestra of strange and eerie silhouettes. Maka felt her heart beat faster and faster and she stole a glance towards her partner. His reaction was the same, more or less, intrigued.
"Yoohoo! I'm over here!"
Maka and Soul immediately averted their eyes up above to the building in front of them, where two dark shadows stood. One of the shadows stepped forward in the moonlight and revealed a small petite black-haired woman with red pupils. She grinned with a glistening playfulness suggesting a confident opponent.
Maka took a cautious stand towards her and asked her, "Who are you?"
The black-haired woman jumped off the building in a vertical motion, landing feet first. The ground cracked. The other shadow that was on the building had done the same as her partner and had landed so softly, Maka and Soul never even noticed she had performed the action.
"Oh! Excuse my rudeness! My name is Moe and my sister is Moe."
Moe led her arms theatrically to her sister, showing a white haired woman of the same stature with neat stitches etched on her face. Clothed in a jet black corset dress, she gave a meek glance with her light blue eyes towards Soul and Maka. In the moonlight, a strange mark was seen on the collarbone of the sisters. The mark was a reversed pointy E with three straight fine lines going through the middle.
The older Moe shot Soul a flirtatious wink and said, "Soouul, baby it's so nice to finally meet you! I've heard much about you, Last Death Scythe."
Soul retorted back with a suspicious tone, "Who's told you about me?"
"Now now, you don't get to ask questions. Well not yet." The older one replied back and soon directed her attention to Maka.
The female meister felt uneasy with the whole situation and decided it was time to depart.
"Well.. Nice meeting you, Moe..and Moe but Soul and I have to be somewhere."
White-haired Moe flicked a finger upward and Maka felt a small pressure on her neck. Placing her hand over her neck, she pulled out a small red needle with a black end. She started to feel dizzy and everything started spinning.
As she started to fall, Soul instantly reacted by catching her by the waist and furiously said, "What the fuck did you do to Maka?"
With a devilish grin on her face, she whispered to him, "You still don't get to ask questions."
Everything happened in a blink of an eye. Soul soon felt a small pressure on his arm and lifted his eyes to the sisters in confusion mixed with fury. He propped Maka gently on a wall. With a groggy attempt, he morphed his other arm into a scythe and broke into a run towards them. Displaying an irritated scowl, older Moe punched his face before he could even lift his arm and attack. Soul was blown away into a wall, leaving him unable to move. He glanced over to his Meister and then to the sisters.
"NO. YOU BETTER NOT FUCKING TOUCH HER."
Moe licked her lips and gave a glance towards her younger sister. Understanding immediately, the young sister strolled to Maka with such a quiet elegance; there felt not a tint of malice in her actions. She simply picked her up and left her gently on the floor in front of her older sister. Soul followed them with the one eye able to even blink and attempted to move his arm but no luck. His limbs were frozen as if in cement.
He whispered slowly, "Stop...Please... STOP!"
Soul ended exerting the rest of his force in screaming his final try.
The black haired woman placed her fingers inside the corners of her mouth and stretched her mouth outward and opened her mouth wider and wider. Her mouth reached down to her stomach. The inside of her mouth was pure black and the size of it could fit a small adult. The whole sight was ghastly and repulsive. She picked up her target and embraced her into her mouth. Then her sister. With a quick gulp, her mouth went back to its original size.
"That was filling." Moe let a tiny burp and covered her mouth.
"Excuse my manners, dear. It's time for me to depart. We'll be seeing each other very soon, you can count on that."
Moe smiled, showing her white teeth and walked past him, strolling Death City streets with a cheerful spring in her step.
Soul laid in shock as the slow realization came to him.
Maka was gone.
And it was his fault.
With its yellow glare and monstrous smile, the moon bellowed out his baritone laugh