DISCLAIMER: I don't own Soul Eater.

The clerk shakes as I tear through the rows of cloths looking for a good disguise. I pause every now and then to look at the help wanted poster that Shibusen posted earlier this week. I stop when I come across loose plain looking clothing. Hum. This could work. I grab the cloths and stride over to a dressing room. I quickly change and look at my new attire. I look like a history teacher...Don't I? I stare at my reflection and breathe a silent sigh as I look at my star pupils. Those are going to be a problem.

I change back and storm over to the counter. I look around for the clerk who seems to be absent. I was going to pay for these too. I guess I don't have to now. I snatch a pair of glasses off of a display near the counter and return to the dressing room.

I set them on my nose, over my eyes and smile.

"Perfect." The glass must distort the shape of my pupils. I don't like these though. I walk back out and look through the glasses until I find one that I like.

I grab everything, including a backpack to hide my real cloths and return to the dressing room. I begin to change into the cloths I grabbed.

"Where is he?" A voice calls out. I quickly stuff my weapons into the backpack and sneak out of the building through the back. That was too close. I quickly exit the alley and blend into the crowd heading for the train station.


Two weeks later.

I stare in a mixture of shock and horror at the endless set of stair leading to the school. A student flies by me and sprints up the stairs. She's running up those! Is she crazy? ...Well, I better take it slow since I, as a 'normal human', should not be able to climb those too quickly.
...Half way up the stairs
How long are these stairs? Another student flies by. How are they doing that? I'm a top notch assassin and these stairs are killing me. Yet another student flies by me. This one however, stops a bit ahead of me.
"Are you OK? He asks.
"I'm fine." I gasp in Japanese. Crap wrong language. Oh well, it doesn't matter. After all, I can't avenge my village if I die on these steps first.
"Are you from Japan?" He replies in Japanese.
"Ya. You?" I ask in English this time.
"Yep me and my wife."
"You have a wife?" I reply, surprised that someone as young as him has a wife.
"Well not yet, but we're getting married soon."
"Conglatulations." I reply in a thick accent. This is going to be harder than I thought(Referring to accent).
"Hey, I meant to ask, but what business do you have at Shibusen?" He asks. I look at him and kindly, to the best of my ability, smile at him.
"I came here to apply fol the teaching position."
"For the third year history teacher." He calmly states.
"Ya. How did-"
"I can't take it anymore!" A man screams as he flies down the stairs.
"Looks like the spot just opened up again." The student replies as he watches the man flee from the school. "Good luck." The student replies with a mischievous smile.
"Hu?"
"See you in class." The student smiles at me again before sprinting up the stairs again. What's with this school?

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