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Silence between the Death Lord and the Death Scythe took place.
Spirit awkwardly chuckled and said, "You know, I had known for a while. I knew the whole time."
Shinigami-sama thoughtfully nodded, and decided this issue was too tender to press on.
"Let's make sure that my son doesn't know of the situation yet…" Shinigami-sama waved his huge hand and cut off his reflection in the mirror, so that the others couldn't see them.
"But you do know that your son will find out soon enough, right?" Spirit asked in all state serious.
"Let's make sure he doesn't know for now. We have a heavier issue right now," Shinigami-sama shook his head.
"Kishin Asura, I know, I know, the three eyed freak," Spirit shrugged his shoulders.
"But something tells me…" Shinigami-sama focused for a second, "that he has a certain someone that he is after."
"Oh god, please do not tell me it is who I think it is," Spirit trembled. It couldn't be his daughter, right? Even if Kami-sama left him, he doesn't want anything evil to taint his daughter, when he felt the immense pain of having to watch his daughter get abused by her previous schoolmates.
"I do not know. But for the time being let's keep our sights open," Shinigami-sama looked solemnly at the ground.
Spirit looked at the ground, and knew that Shinigami-sama had a point.
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"What is your favorite color?" Liz asked.
"What is your favorite animal?" Patty asked.
"What is your favorite number?" Kid asked.
Maka stood corrected. Those five had just finished touring and now they wanted to know all the nitty gritty details about her? That sounded like an invasion of privacy to her. And no one had cared to know this, even Soul, but then again, that guy was all about his 'cool' image.
"I like green," Maka said.
"Why is that?" Liz asked. Personally she thought that the girl would say black, because she acts dark almost all the time.
"Color of my eyes," Maka nonchalantly.
"Your animal?" Patty asked.
"Tiger," Maka said.
Patty rose an eyebrow, and prodded Maka for an explanation.
"Because tigers kill mercilessly," Maka said in a straight tone, making Patty shiver and hid behind her older sister.
"And your favorite number?" Kid asked. In his head he was hoping that if she doesn't choose the number 8 then she would choose an even number where you could mathematically split into even numbers.
"Eight," Maka said, looking Kid straight in the eyes.
Kid's heart skipped a beat, when she said his favorite number. But nevertheless, he wanted to know her reason for liking the number, because he is sure practically every girl knows his favorite number, thanks to the broadcast from his OCD attacks.
Maka seemed to sense his sudden silence and said, "Because it is symmetrical."
And that is all Kid needed to know. He wanted to hug her, but then she would get all confused because neither of them knows each other that well. Maka raised her eyebrows and said, "Soul here are the notes. Do not lose them or else I will make you duplicate them. I think that should help you do your homework tonight."
Soul took the notes and found them enough to get the load done for the night.
"Also, Soul, I will be home late," Maka sighed as she re-adjusted her strap around her shoulder.
"Why?" Soul raised an eyebrow.
"I am going to the library," Maka sighed, "The tour is over, right?"
"Um, yeah," Liz rose an eyebrow. First time she ever met a girl who had a love for reading is a mind blowing experience.
"Sheesh, you need to watch TV or something once in a while," Soul shook his head.
"Well you do hog it to play videogames so what should I do? Besides, I like books over electronics," Maka shrugged her shoulders.
Soul shook his head and said, "Well I will still keep some noodles for you when you do get home."
"Thanks."
"See you home!" and with that, Soul took off on his motorbike.
Maka sighed and then went down the hall, ignoring the fact that Kid and his weapons were still there. Somehow she might be able to wash off the day's weariness with a good book. Yeah that is what she needs right now.
Opening the door to the library, she walked down the long shelves and pondered over a good thick book that could keep her busy for hours. She didn't have any room for nonsense and talking to people that isn't useful for her to remain in contact with.
"So I see you like books, huh?" a familiar voice makes Maka jump from her place.
"No I just wanted to paint this bookshelf with black paint and wanted to get the dimensions," Maka replied sarcastically.
A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens caught her eyes and she grabbed it off the shelf before walking down the aisle for more books.
She thought for a moment and picked up a childhood favorite, A Little Princess, by Frances Hodgson Burnett.
Sighing and seeing that there was nothing else to see she went to the manga section which made Kid twitch in irritation.
"You like manga too?" he asked.
"No. Soul does. I have to get this for him or else he will not pick up paper, never mind books with letters in it," Maka shook her head, "I like classic novels and timeless literature and get the nickname 'bookworm' from him."
"Why can't he come here and get it on his own?" Kid asked, "I mean he does have a library card, right?"
"Must you ask too many questions?" Maka sighed.
"Sorry just asking," Kid looked at the ground annoyed.
"Well if you oh so desperately are dying for the answer, Soul doesn't like to do errands even though they are for himself. He always jokes around that going to the library takes energy and extra movement so he just sends me to do it," Maka shrugs, "I don't care, as long as he doesn't make me pay everything for living accommodation and make me do his homework."
Kid, though he kept on a blank expression, deep down admired for her for pulling herself together strong and steady despite having to live with such a snobby partner.
Maka flashed her library card to the librarian and got the books scanned. She then got another bag out and stuffed her books in there, silently promising herself she will get herself a good, thick book next time she comes. With that, she just left the library and Kid had to run behind her to keep up with her speed-walking.
"Where are you going?" Kid asked, confused where she could now be headed.
"Home," she said, "On a second thought, my apartment."
Kid didn't know why she corrected herself when saying home. Wasn't her apartment her home? He wanted to ask her, but then knew this wasn't any of his business. He doesn't have any rights to ask her about her personal lifestyle.
"Don't you need any help getting home? A ride home, or do you want me to walk you home?" Kid offered.
"No need," Maka said, "Why have escorts when you can just rollerblade home?"
Kid froze. Rollerblades?
"Yes, Kid, rollerblades. I thought you would know what it is," Maka sighed.
Kid looked for any bulky item she could be carrying around with her that could suggest her rollerblades in but Maka just held a simple small schoolbag and another bag containing her books.
Maka smirked and then rolled on her heels, blades popping out of her combat boots, stunning Kid immensely.
"See you tomorrow!" Maka said, over her shoulder.
With that, she sped off, leaving Kid in a daze of what just happened. When he did, he almost turned pink. She liked books like him, and had a weird way of getting to and from school. Was this the meaning of first love?
"Hey, you gonna hurry? Apparently Patty wants to watch all of Spongebob Squarepants episodes on Cartoon Network!" Liz yelled.
Kid grumbled and Liz and Patty turned into their weapon forms. He summoned his skateboard, Beelzebub, and drove home, along the way, thinking about Maka and how mysterious she is.
[Maka's POV]
I rode hard and fast home. That was close. I have to say that Lord Death's son is like a know-it-all, and feels a bit creepy but I guess he is all right. I just have to get home before Soul starts freaking out. Oh my god, I forgot! I have to make dinner today!
I rode even harder and made a mad dash for my apartment that I share with Soul. I lower the rollerblades back into my boots and climb up the stairs to my apartment door. Unlocking the keys, I see Soul lounged on the sofa, and I closed it, putting my stuff to the side.
"Did you do your homework?" I asked.
"Why?" he asked cautiously.
"Because if the answer is a no, then I will snatch away the TV remote," I crossed my hands.
"Yes, mother, I did," he snickered.
I got ticked off from him calling me an old lady, so I popped a book out of nowhere.
"Maka…CHOP!" I slammed it down on his head, making him clutch it like a life-and-death situation.
"Ow!" he complained, like always, "I am sensitive there! I really did do my homework!"
I sighed. He passed my test. For once the idiot cared about getting his workload done. I sighed and knew that since I was done, I could just read the books I got from the library in my room. Heading into the kitchen, I saw that he made me a huge bowl of ramen noodles. Typical Soul.
"Oh, yeah, Soul, I got the mangas you were looking for. They are in the bag next to my schoolbag," I said, digging into the noodles.
He nodded and took his share of the books. I then glared at him and said, "They are underneath my library card, so if you damage it, I will put it underneath your tab."
Soul sweat-dropped, but nodded, nevertheless. Happy I got my point across, I went back to eating my noodles. I heard the soft click of the door, and then I pause in between noodles.
"Death the Kid, huh?" I sighed over a mouthful, "He does seem weird from the rest."
Suddenly the kitchen mirror became cloudy, and the next thing I saw was Lord Death, with my father sobbing in a corner, and Death the Kid, looking boredly somewhere but tried not to show his interest when Lord Death started to carelessly mention my name.
"Ha ha I am sorry to interrupt you at this hour, but I have an important mission for you and Soul to do tomorrow if you do not mind!" Shinigami-sama clapped his big white hands together.
"Wha wis wit?" I mumbled around my noodles.
A huge question mark appeared on everyone's faces and then I held up a finger and waited a moment to neatly swallow before drinking some water and saying, "What is it?"
"Oh, just an evil human soul that I want you and Soul to get rid of, nothing big," he waved around his hand and I relaxed.
"All right, Shinigami-sama. What time do you want me and Soul to do the mission?" I skeptically rose an eyebrow.
"Can you get Soul down here? I want him to know," Shinigami-sama sweat-dropped.
I perked up my ears and heard slight snoring from Soul's room.
I shook my head and said, "Sorry about that, Shinigami-sama. Once he is asleep, the only thing that can wake him up in the dead of the night is the end of the world."
Shinigami-sama laughed and said, "I understand. I just sometimes hear that he doesn't believe you sometimes so I wanted this to be less of a burden."
"Oh please. He doubts me all the time. But he doesn't neglect me," I smile, "We are like brother and sister."
"AND WHAT NEXT? INCEST? INTERMARRIAGE?!" my dad recovered from his shocked position and started to do perverted ramblings of thoughts.
An irritation mark appeared on the top of Shinigami-sama's head and he said, "Spirit…"
"Hah?" he looked at Shinigami-sama with a stupid expression.
"Even now he is still oblivious to when Shinigami-sama will-" I started but was cut off.
"SHINIGAMI CHOP!" Shinigami-sama brought his hand down on Spirit's head.
"Will what?" Liz asked in the background.
"…Shinigami Chop him. Stupid father," I stated bluntly.
Liz and Patty sweat-dropped, and Kid watched in amusement as father created an opera scene as he cried in a corner.
"Well that is one dramatic father you have," Liz rose an eyebrow.
"He is bleeding through his nose! Nasty!" Patty pointed at Spirit's pool of blood from his nose and laughed really hard.
"Pointing is not courteous, Patty," Kid said, calmly, even though he was trying hard not to laugh.
"It's okay if you laugh, Kid, I find it funny as well," I said, indifferently.
At the consent, Kid started chuckling slightly to vent out whatever laughter he was trying to bottle up.
"Anyways, Maka-chan, go to bed early, so you can do your mission! I really want to see your Soul Resonance move!" Shinigami-sama cheered.
"You know what it looks like?" I asked with a stupid expression.
"No but only time can tell!" he said. Then he flashed a peace sign, and said, "See ya!"
I chuckled, and nodded.
I went to bed, after finishing my noodles and had everything ready for school the next day.
[Next day – Afterschool]
Soul was complaining so much after school about how 'uncool' it is to have a surprise mission afterschool even though I gave him heads up that morning.
We walked around the school courtyard where a lot of classmates were.
"Soul, quit complaining, Shinigami-sama had his reasons for this," I chided him.
Suddenly, there were terrified screams. Meisters and weapons were taking refuge in the school, and I came in face with a hideous creature that looked like a big, black, hairy tarantula.
It had a face of a human and eight gigantic legs. Everywhere it walked, a huge silk thread followed. It was big enough to kill people with it's foot.
"Soul."
"Got it, Maka."
For showoff purposes, because Soul was very much aware that DWMA students were here in huge numbers, he wanted to give off a good first impression by turning his hand into a scythe before jumping in the air.
In my hands fell a long, slender rod with a curved blade. Scythe. It was red and black along a jagged line and had something like an eye at the head of the scythe.
Murmurs and whispers and screams broke out at the view of my scythe.
I jumped in front of the hairy creature and glared at it, pointing an index finger at the evil human.
"I'm sorry, but I will be taking your soul."
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TBC
