California Dreamin'… Sorta
Chapter 1
Idiot, Idiot, IDIOT, Maka Albarn thought to herself while sitting on the back seat of her weapon, Soul Eater Evans', motorcycle. Her thoughts kept dwelling on the morning, which had caused her to be so angry at the moron in front of her.
They had a rough mission the previous night, but, of course, Soul ended up devouring the pre- kishin's soul. By the time they reached their shared apartment, Maka was so exhausted she had fallen asleep against Soul's back, causing him to have to carry her in to her bed. By the time Maka woke up in the morning, it was 6:45 AM.
"SOUL!" she had screamed once viewing the clock. Soul ran in her room, hands in the pockets of the apron he had over his jacket and jeans. "What, what's wrong!" Soul inquired, worried about his meister. "DO YOU REALIZE WHAT TIME IT IS! WHY DIDN'T MY ALARM CLOCK WAKE ME UP!" Maka yelled, leaping out of bed and looking for her familiar plaid skirt, white shirt, beige sweater, and green and white striped tie.
"Oh" Soul said, relieved Maka was alright, "I disabled it." Soul said it as if it was no big deal. But it wasn't to Maka.
Maka froze, arm halfway towards her tie. "Why?" She said, anger boiling by the millisecond.
"Well" Soul said, "Since you nearly passed out on the ride home last night, and that that mission was really tough, I figured you could just stay in bed a little longer."
Maka was still angry, but a little pleased that Soul was concerned for her. She took a shaky breath. "Do you understand that school starts in 15 minutes, and we haven't even had breakfast yet?"
Soul uncomfortably shifted his weight from one foot to another. "Well", he started, "I figured that maybe, you know, we could skip tod-"
Soul never got to finish his sentence. The white haired boy unfortunately didn't see the HUGE encyclopedia behind Maka's back. She had a threatening glint in her eyes as she took a few steps towards Soul, book hidden until she got to arm's reach of Soul's head,
"MAKA CHOP!"
Soul lay on the ground, cradling his bleeding head in his arms. "Ow, ow, ow" Soul muttered.
"I can't believe you!" Maka yelled, furious at her arrogant partner. "I've never missed a single day of school before and I don't plan on it!"
"Okay, okay!" Soul said, still recovering from the blow that could have potentially killed him. "Well, get changed and I'll just make some toast or something. Geez, annoying woman" Soul said, muttering the last part.
Maka heard his last comment, and tossed a large book at Soul's retreating figure. As if on cue, Soul sensed the book and quickly slammed the door, causing the book to hit the door, leaving a rectangular dent. "Yeah right, if you don't burn down the apartment first" Maka muttered to herself.
She quickly pulled on her clothes, shoved on her boots, shoved her arms through the sleeves of her black button jacket, and hastily grabbed a piece of toast (burned to a crisp) and rushed out the door, where she saw Soul waiting for her outside, hands shoved in his pockets, lazily leaning against the wall.
"Well, you comin'?" Soul asked tiredly as if he was bored. Maka looked at Soul and tried to stifle a giggle. In his haste to leave the apartment before another book collided with his head, he had forgotten to take off his apron. Soul stared at Maka without emotion. "What, what's up with you" Payback, Maka thought. "Oh, nothing, Soul, let's go" Maka said, a small smile on her face while in her mind she was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Soul rolled his eyes. "Whatever, weirdo." Maka would have introduced Soul's head with the floor if she wasn't so happy with his new wardrobe choice.
On the whole way downstairs to where Soul's motorcycle was parked, spectators and residents pointed and laughed and one elderly lady shook her head and said "media these days".
So now Maka is clinging onto Soul for dear life as he speeds down the pavement to get to the DWMA, against Maka's muffled cries of "too fast, too fast". Her eyes are squeezed shut, her face buried in his jacket; all the while she is fuming over the fact that if Soul wasn't so irresponsible, this wouldn't be happening in the first place.
Soul pulled up to the perfectly symmetrical school (their friend, Kid, took great pride in this), and before Soul fully stopped the bike, Maka leaped off and sped towards the school.
"MAKA!" Soul yelled after her. She completely ignored him as she took the many steps to the school three steps at a time (who even knew that was possible! Never get in the way of Maka and her beloved school). Soul screeched to a stop and put on the kickstand. He then chased after his meister, who was already halfway up the many MANY stairs leading to the Death Weapon Meister Academy. As much as I love her, Maka's an idiot. A reckless, crazy, violent, but smart idiot! Geez, Stein is gonna KILL us if w- WOAH WOAH WOAH! Did I just say I LOVE Maka! Nooooooo way! Not that bookworm! That crazy girl had been rambling on about her romance novels too much! He shook the thought out of his head as he continued to run after Maka.
Soul finally caught up to Maka, as she burst through the door to their classroom, hands on both of their knees, panting. Wow we got here just as the class started. Cool.
Stein turned to them. "Care to explain why you got here so late?" No response from either Soul or Maka. "No? Fine, then. I will let you off this time, but if you ever come at this time again, you will be marked late, got it." Or I will dissect you… Stein thought. But he didn't say that out loud.
Maka's head was bowed in shame as she muttered a very soft "sorry, professor" and turned to speed walk up to her seat. Geez, Soul thought to himself she's not even marked late.
Maka rushed to her seat, and sat down, head still bowed, not even listening to the teacher, something very uncharacteristic for her.
"Maka?" Maka's best friend, Tsubaki, asked gently. "Are you okay? Why were you late?"
This shook Maka out of her daze. She turned to face the black-haired weapon.
"Oh." Tsubaki said. Maka had given her a look that said "guess who".
"WHAT THE HE-"Soul began, not able to finish his statement before a flash of light seemed to zoom past Soul. All three's eyes shot to look at the mysterious source of light before seeing that it was a knife that narrowly missed Soul's hair and stuck into the wall behind him. No one could speak on account of shock.
"If you do not quiet down, I will not miss next time!" Stein said to the still paralyzed Soul.
Soul just barely managed to nod. Once Maka was over her initial shock, she tried to figure out what the source of his outburst was. She still saw a hint of what seemed to be disgust in Soul's eyes. Maka couldn't help but giggle quietly. So he noticed the apron, huh…