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Bite Size
Chapter 1: Let It Begin
"Another job well done," Maka said, congratulating her partner, Soul, on the particularly tricky kishin they'd just taken down.
Soul smiled, still chewing on the meal his partner had just obtained for him,
and gave her a thumbs up after he finished his meal.
"What soul are we up to?" he asked, referring to the fact that they were starting to reach the higher numbers of their mission, obtaining 99 kishin eggs and one witch's soul to create a death scythe worthy of Lord Death himself.
"I believe this one puts us in the 70's, but don't quote me on it." Maka sighed.
'Why can't weapons have an internal clock or something like that?' she thought 'It'd definitely be easier than keeping track by hand.'
The partners had began their trip back to Soul's motorcycle when a low growl was heard.
Soul stiffened, "Maka, did you hear that?"
He turned to the meister to find her clutching her stomach, face red with embarrassment,
"Hungry?" he asked sarcastically.
Maka nodded, looking at her watch, she checked the time to see if she could whip something together quick enough to sooth the beast of her belly, and gasped inwardly when she saw the little hand at the nine.
"Something wrong?" Soul asked absently, turning the motorcycle on.
"Oh, nothing really," Maka mumbled, her back facing Soul as her head hung in depression, "It's just that we probably won't be eating until 11:30 or so, that's all."
Soul sighed, "Hey," he said, grabbing her attention, "Look, I've already eaten, so I'm good for tonight. If you're so hungry that you can't stand it, which is what appears to be the problem, let's just grab something from a drive-thru or something like that."
Maka smiled, Soul always thought of the easy way out, and this one was a pretty good idea.
"Yeah, that sounds like a pretty good plan."
Soul grinned, his shark-like maw reflecting light from a nearby streetlamp. Maka grinned back as she found a comfortable spot on the cycle. The two rode off, their mission clear; locate something in order to keep Maka from eating the bike's leather.
Back at the apartment
"We're home!" Maka yelled, flicking the lights on as she said it. A yelp was heard from the sofa which was followed by a small thud,
"Oh, sorry Blair," Maka said, seeing the small body of the girl's cat form groggily trudge from behind the sofa, "I didn't think you'd be home yet."
"Then why, in Lord Death's name," the cat began, rubbing her back as she sat on her hind legs "-did you announce yourself?"
Maka tried to think of an answer but decided to apologize with food instead.
"Look!" she exclaimed, bringing a greasy paper bag into the cat's view, "We got some stuff from McDeaths!"
The cat's anger immediately turned to happiness as she transformed to her human form and snatched the bag from the meister's hands.
"I love that place!" the cat yelled, clawing around the bag's inside for something.
Blair soon pulled her hand back out when she found her prize, a small cardboard container holding a burger, and rushed to the apartment's tiny kitchen for a drink.
"Well," Maka said, clasping her hands together, "I think I'll eat then turn in for the night, see you tomorrow Soul."
The weapon nodded and watched as his partner ran off, food in tow, to her bedroom to read.
Soul had just sat down to the dull glow of the TV when he heard a scream emit from the kitchen. Being somewhat lazy, he simply turned around in his chair instead of rushing to the noise like Maka, now dressed in her PJ's was doing.
"Blair! What's wrong?" she screamed.
Soul was slightly surprised, he didn't know Maka actually cared about Blair in any way, shape, or form,
"It's my food!" Blair wailed, pointing at the opened box, "Just look at it!"
Maka turned her attention to the burger and started inspecting it.
"It's fine, if anything it looks a little undercooked but nothing non-consumable."
The cat stared at Maka as if she'd just said she was marrying Asura.
"You're joking, right? Just look at it! It's way too big!"
It was Maka's turn to stare exasperated at the cat, "Blair, it's just a burger, no one has ever gained or lost anything because they ate something a little big."
"Especially the lost part." Soul quipped, having lost interest with the problem at hand, he'd turned back to the TV.
Maka glared at Soul, her look reading 'not helping,' and turned back to Blair,
"You don't have to eat it, you know. Soul probably wouldn't mind it."
"Nah, I'll think of something." Blair muttered. Maka shrugged and headed back to her room.
"Hey, Soul," Blair began, "could yo-"
"No."
"You don't even know what I was going to ask."
"Of course I do," he exclaimed, "You were going to ask me to get you another, smaller burger from the restaurant so you could eat."
Blair glared at him, "You're good." she mumbled.
"Don't you have, like, magical powers or something like that? You could probably shrink it if you wanted to."
The cat stood, awestruck that Soul had thought of that before she had.
"Thank you!" she yelled, giving the scythe a quick hug, she rushed back to her food to begin the process. Soul rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his TV.
The cat sat in front of the burger, focusing, she urged a spell to form and store in he right hand. Her eyes focused on the sandwich she pointed her hand, aimed, and...missed. However, that wasn't the end, as the blast of magic bounced of the table, then the lightbulb above her, and finally, off the TV, which startled Soul a good bit. It flew off into Maka's room, followed by a scream that seemed to fade off as it went on.
"Maka?" Soul asked, recognizing the scream as his meister's,
He ran to her room and nearly fainted. Maka wasn't in sight, only an overturned book lay on her desk. Something inside of Soul, perhaps his heart, plummeted.
"Maka!" Soul yelled.
Suddenly, a tiny blond haired, green eyed meister crawled out from under her book. She was no more than five inches tall as she looked up at Soul. Soul's crimson eyes widened in great surprise; this was not good at all.
"Okay, what the hell just happened?" inquired Maka.
Soul clenched his fists, anger rising in his body, "I can probably think of an explanation."
Blair came into the room, a tad late to the party, quite unfortunately, and gasped as Soul and Maka looked at her with anger and dismay, respectively.
"Oops," Blair mumbled, "Soul, find a spot and sit down, I think I need to explain myself."