Chapter 1: A Girly Habit
"Hey, Soul?" Maka asked, looking at him thoughtfully over her book. The two of them were sitting in the living room; Soul was playing video games and Maka was, as usual, reading.
Soul glanced up, raising an eyebrow at his meister as he paused the game. "What's up, Maka?"
"Where do you get those clothes of yours?" she asked, tilting her head at him. She'd been puzzling over this for a while, and couldn't come up with an answer. "There's never anything like what you wear in stores, and then there's that customized headband of yours…do you sew or something?"
Soul snorted. "Don't be stupid, Maka. A guy who sews just isn't cool."
Maka narrowed her eyes. "What's that supposed to mean, Soul? Are you saying only girls can sew?"
Sensing an imminent Maka-chop headed his way, Soul shook his head. "Never mind."
Maka dropped the subject reluctantly, but now the question was nagging at her. He still hadn't told her where his clothes came from.
"Hey, Tsubaki!" Maka said cheerfully, sitting down next to the black-haired weapon in her usual seat.
"Good morning, Maka," Tsubaki replied, smiling wearily. The classroom was starting to fill up.
"You look tired," Maka observed, hardly noticing as Soul sat down on the other side of her, looking equally as exhausted.
"I was up all night. Black Star has a cold, and he's helpless when he's sick," Tsubaki said, rubbing the back of her neck and laughing awkwardly. "I had to stay up with him all night because he couldn't sleep. Class comes early when you're running on empty, I guess."
"Where is he now?" Maka asked in concern. "Is he okay?"
"Yeah, I forced him to stay home," Tsubaki replied, nodding. "He'll probably be back tomorrow."
Maka had a sudden thought. "Hey, Tsubaki, where do you get your clothes?"
Tsubaki blinked, somewhat surprised by the question, but smiled. "Oh, I sew," the weapon replied cheerfully. "I made Black Star's outfit too."
Soul subtly seemed to perk up at the comment, and he glanced over at Maka with a grin. "See? It's a girly habit." This time, he got a solid Maka-chop to the head, and rubbed the bump that was forming there as he grumbled, shutting up.
"Do you sew for anyone else?" Maka asked, wondering if maybe Tsubaki had made Soul's clothes too.
"Not often, really. Black Star just wanted something unique so nobody else could copy him."
"Oh. Okay," Maka said, turning her attention to Dr. Stein as he strode out and plopped down onto his chair to begin the lesson. Still, the question of where Soul got his clothes was nagging at her even as she listened to the lecture.
A/N: Can you guys see where this is going? Ehehe...I hope not, because I want it to be at least a little surprising. xD This one's really different from my Black Butler fanfiction, so I hope it's not totally horrible. Thanks for reading and please review! ~Areida