Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater; I do, however, own the plot.
To answer Nikolai: Yup, I played the viola. Started in fifth grade (since orchestra seemed better than dealing with our crazy music instructor) and played all the way through high school. After graduating I kinda just stopped but I can still sorta play a basic scale and a few pieces by memory. And, sadly, none of what was exchanged last chapter was based off a real experience of my own high school time. I will include some instances soon, though.
Chapter Two: This Stupid Reunion
The first month of school was simply miserable for Maka. She and Soul had gotten into verbal disputes a total of nine times (a new record for them, according to Patty's score chart) and she had seen her mother a total of four times. Kami was taking the term "dating around" to a whole new meaning; top that off with Maka's driving practice being neglected over and over again and she was far from a happy camper. That morning she approached Liz with her problem in hope of getting some good advice. "I think I just might have to actually give my mom the silent treatment," Maka remarked as she pulled out her viola in class. Liz, mid-twist of one of the fine tuners (1) of her own viola, stopped and stared at her.
"Are you serious? You never have to argue with your mom!" She said in sheer shock. The younger blonde made a small disgruntled noise in the back of her throat. The older shook her head and made a small tsking noise, resuming her tuning. "Well, do what you gotta do. If that's what it'll take for your mother to realize that she's neglecting you than that's that."
"I still feel bad about the whole thing," Maka sighed just as the final bell chimed. Mr. Evans walked out of his office quickly, carrying his large conductor's binder and a few overstuffed manila folders atop it with him. Silence fell as he stepped up to the podium and got settled in the chair kept with it.
"Okay, class, I have a few new pieces for us. I remember a few of you saying you wanted to do more modern things so I tracked down some music from movies and popular songs that were approved by the school," He explained while setting everything down. He started counting copies and handed them out to each group as necessary. Kid and Maka were given the task of handing the music out their own sections as well as to the sections near them. "Now, this first piece is an orchestral composition of the popular song Bohemian Rhapsody by the band Queen. While I make sure everything else is in order you can start fiddling through and getting a feel for it." He said calmly.
"So are you just going to start in with the silent treatment or try talking to her about how you're feeling?" Liz asked, holding her viola in guitar position (2) and begin to practice the piece in pizzicato (3) style. Maka imitated her position and sighed, starting up at the first measure of the music.
"She's never around so there's no point in trying to talk to her; I'm just going to ignore her every time I see her," She said calmly. Liz nodded a bit at her. Maka opened her mouth to say something else when she missed a note; to fix the error, she went back three measures and decided to try again. After picking back up and fixing the error she returned to the conversation. "I mean, what else can I do?"
"That's a good point. I mean, except sneak after your mother and sabotaging her dates so that she loses her interest in them," Liz laughed lightly. When Maka stopped playing and stared at her seriously she stopped as well. "No, Maka, bad! Trying to ruin your mother's chances at finding love is bad!" She chiding, reaching over and lightly bopping her on the head.
"But-" Maka whined lightly through puppy dog eyes.
"No! Naughty Maka! Very naughty Maka!" Liz continued on, finally pulling her hand back and resting it on her viola. She then let out a small sigh. "If I was still living on the streets I might say that was a good idea but it really isn't. You know me, Maka, and while I'm not normally a fan of conversation, you might regret it if you don't try tending to this in a civil manner with your mom."
"I know," Maka sighed lightly while plucking on her strings again. She glared at her shoes, trying really hard not to cry. "It's just… I want my mom back. She's always been there for me until now… It's not fair."
"I know," Liz cooed gently, setting her hand on the younger girl's shoulder. Guilty jade orbs shifted to look at her. "But we'll get it all figured out. For now, just focus on class, okay? We need to remind everyone why viola players are the best and brightest."
"Thanks, Liz," She said happily before perking up as William Evans called the class back to attention. She actually didn't say anything to Soul all class, even though what he said bugged her a few times.
That night, Maka decided to wait up in hopes of talking with her mother upon coming home. Kami arrived back at nearly midnight in and Maka was seated on the couch, watching some countdown show on the television. "Maka, what are you doing up? You have class in the morning," Kami hissed softly in a worried tone.
"I wanted to talk to you, Mama," She said gently, glancing up from the television and fighting back a yawn. She was glad her mother was finally home but she wished it wasn't so late. "You're never home anymore and… Well, I miss getting to see you sometimes. I know you want to go on dates, and I'm glad you've been enjoying yourself, but I still need you sometimes."
"Maka," Kami said with a small sigh. She walked over and gently sat beside her, hugging the younger girl's shoulders. "Is that really all this is about?"
"What do you mean?" Maka asked, brow raised in confusion. Kami's eyes were soft on her but Maka felt a strange, cold sensation crawling up along his body. Something was off about this whole thing.
"I know the divorce must have been hard on you and that my new status dating is strange. You were always your Papa's little girl so I can understand if you miss seeming him the few visits you did," She explained gently.
Maka's head was spinning. This didn't make any sense. She had told her mother several times that she was fine; Hell, she had straight up told her mother that she was proud of her! She wouldn't have respected Kami anymore if she stayed with Spirit after everything he put their family through! "What?" Maka stumbled out after blinking a few times.
"Maka," Kami sighed with an understanding smile on her lips, "do you want to join Papa on his world tour?" Her heart plummeted to her shoes and her eyes widened. This couldn't be happening… Her Mama would never suggest such a thing to her! "When you were a little girl you loved it when your Papa took you for a portion of his tour over the summers. Getting to be on the road, ride in airplanes or buses, getting to learn how to tune different instruments and to write sheet music… You could get to live that life every day."
Maka stood slowly, stepping back and letting the betrayal show on her face. Tears stung at the back of her eyes and her mother suddenly looked fretful. "I understand… You don't want me cramping your style," She said vacantly. She let out a hollow little chuckle as a few tears started down her cheeks. "You want me gone so that you can go out and date however you like. After all, if I'm not here you don't have to come home, right? Plus who wants to date a woman with a troubled teenage daughter! First you start ignoring me and then you just ship me away to be somebody else's problem!"
"No, Maka, baby," She gasped, standing up. Revelation crossed her face but Maka wasn't sure how to feel about it. She stumbled back again and shook her head, turning and rushing to her room. The door slammed and locked just as Maki fell back on the couch with her head in my hands. "Oh, my God. Medusa warned me about this." She whispered shakily to herself, eyes shut in frustration.
Medusa Gorgon was an old college friend who worked with Kami as a manager for the record company. Medusa had married a purple haired bass guitar player who called himself Trigger and had two young sons with him. Trigger had been in Spirit's band, Sickle Syndrome, back when they first started climbing the charts. Unlike Kami, however, Trigger and Medusa didn't divorce over affairs with women; Trigger became an abusive heroin addict. After the golden haired woman realized he was beating their sons she dropped him like a ton of bricks and slapped a restraining order on him.
Trigger died about two years later of a drug overdose.
Kami had gone to Medusa when she filed the papers for advice. "Just remember that Maka is your saving grace," The other had said calmly. She glanced over at her own boys, sitting at a desk. Ragnarok, the older boy, had Chrona in a head lock. Ragnarok had inky black hair (a recessive gene from both his parents highlighted in him) and the same dark amethyst orbs as their father. Chrona, the younger one, looked like a carbon copy of Trigger with the pale lavender locks and dark purple eyes and milky white complexion. Medusa smiled at them, her yellow eyes softening, before she shifted her laptop case strap on her shoulder and looked at her friend. "If it weren't for those two, I wouldn't have had the strength to walk away and get back on my feet." She then marched over with a small frown on her lips. "Ragnarok Andrew Gorgon if you do not stop picking on your brother I'm going to ground until you're old enough to run for the presidency!"
Kami had laughed lightly at watching the other mother her boys but the advice had remained in the back of her mind until now. 'I was… I was really going to try to convince my baby girl to leave with that disgusting bastard! After how hard I fought to keep her I was going to just push her away,' She thought in sheer horror. She took a deep breath and sighed. "I'll… I'll have to talk to Maka tomorrow, on the drive to school. I need to set this right and see if I can repair the damage done." She said before getting off the couch. She glanced down the hall, noticed the light still on, but turned away. She knew her daughter was crying behind that but also knew she'd want to be alone for now.
…
Maka slept terribly that night. She got a total of four hours, sleeping from one to five, and then remained awake until six o'clock. She knew Liz would have woken up by then. She picked up the phone, dialed her number, and waited for an answer. "Liz Thompson, how may I help you?" Liz' tired voice grumbled bitterly.
"Liz, it's Maka," She said with a shaky breath.
"Hey, Maka. What's up?" The other asked with a small yawn. She crawled out from under her comforter and rested her feet on the floor. It didn't register in her still groggy mind that it wasn't a usual thing for Maka to call her so early on a school day.
"Can… Can you pick me up this morning?" She asked shakily. Maka had gotten dressed in her uniform at five thirty since she didn't have anything else to do. Practicing her viola ran the risk of rousing her mother, leading to them having to interact with one another, and she couldn't exactly focus on reading the novels she'd gotten from the school library.
"Well, sure, but doesn't your mom usually drive you to school?" Liz asked as her head finally cleared. She picked up a plush pink slipper of the ground and chucked it at Patty, sleeping in the bed next to her own. The younger sister let out a battle cry, limbs flailing, and landed upside down on the floor. Liz clicked the speaker phone button, put a finger to her lips while looking out her scowling sibling. Patty blinked, head cocked, and Liz mouthed their best friend's name to her.
Maka was silent for a moment before she ran a hand over her face and let out a distraught moan, knowing full well that both sisters were listening but not caring. It saved her the trouble of having to repeat the story three times (since she was going to have to tell Tsubaki as well). "Last night, when I tried to talk to her, she started talking about sending me to stay with my Papa. You know, join him on the road with his tour," She said morosely. She heard the other two girls gasp at her words. "So, yeah, can you two pick me up?"
"Give us twenty minutes and then head out to the front yard; we'll grab you and go," Liz said in a stern tone of voice.
"Thanks, Liz," She said with a sad smile turning up her lips. She looked at her reflection in the mirror after hanging up and tied two black ribbons over the hair ties of her pigtails. Then she sat on her bed, watching the minute hand on her clock move twenty times before grabbing her school bag, slipping on her shoes, and climbing out her window.
Kami watched her daughter go through a crack in the curtains.
…
When last period arrived, Maka was stressed and uncomfortable. During first and second hour she had cheered up a touch until she realized that with each passing class she was getting closer to having to go home. And she just knew, like all children knew, that when she got home her mother would most likely have stayed home and waited to talk to her. "I can just sense it," Maka grumbled after explaining it to the Thompson sisters.
"Maybe she'll want to apologize for what she said," Patty suggested merrily. Maka groaned and shook her head, pulling open the doors and entering the classroom. Her viola felt ten times heavier in her hands than normal.
"Let's just get this all over with," She mumbled bitterly. Soul was playing the theme to the Peanuts Gang when he noticed Maka, falling into her seat with her head dropped in sadness. Liz settled in beside her with a concerned scowl on her features.
"What's your problem, Albarn?" He barked out with a raised eyebrow. She paused in moving to set her case down, but resumed the task and didn't look up at him. His ruby orbs glinted in slight curiosity and alarm; normally, no matter how depressed she was, she had the energy to bark out some witty comeback when he tried to goad her into an argument. "Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning or is it just that time of the month?" He jeered further.
He wanted her to react; if she reacted than that meant she was okay, right?
"I'm not in the mood for you, Evans," She hissed coldly. She finally lifted her head, glaring at him through ashy blonde bangs. Her eyes were such a deep green with the shading they appeared almost cobalt or black. It was strange to see such a vindictive fire alight in her eyes but it was still a reaction. He tilted his head back a bit and smirked, intending full well to resume their usual bashing of one another.
"You're never in the mood for me," He laughed lightly. She glared harder at him, one hand reaching up to push her bangs out of her face, while the other clenched to the handle of her viola. "So what's wrong with you this time? Did Mommy forget to tell you she loves you this morning?"
And then, Maka Albarn snapped; she sent her viola, in its case, flying across the space between them and right into Soul Evans' face.
"What the Hell?" He yelled while getting back up, yanking her viola from his face. She was standing now, her eyes screaming pure loathing. If Soul himself wasn't so furious he probably would have been frightened by the look in her eyes. "Are you sure you aren't a guy going through a sex change? You hit way too hard to be a girl!" He snapped, tossing her cased instrument to the ground in frustration.
Every student jumped at the sound of the wooden tool rattling in the case; the sound of wood hitting a foreign object seemed to snap them out of their pretended indifference. It was like a trigger that had been created by years of plucking on the dusty metal strings that crossed the wooden frames of the instruments. "You did not," Maka growled out lowly, starting to stomp over. She knew her instrument had been knocked so far out of tune it would probably take her an hour (at least) to get it back in proper playing condition.
"What are you going to do about it, tiny tits?" He barked out angrily. Just as the final bell chimed, Maka threw herself into Soul and the two started a scuffle on the orchestra classroom floor.
"Kick his ass, Maka! Knee him in the crotch!" Patty howled with an insane laugh, setting her string bass down and beginning to jump on her chair. Students closer to where the fight was taking place had already circled around the two wrestling about on the ground. Liz stood up on her chair as well and snickered a bit. She wasn't sure if she should be proud or worried that her young friend had actually broken a school rule.
"What's the-?" Will Evans gaped when he saw the crowd of children. It took him a total of three seconds to realize it was a fight and another three seconds to realize which two students were missing. "Liz, you grab Maka and Ox, you grab Soul! Kid, go to my office and call the headmaster! Tell him we've had a little bout in orchestra class!" He snapped as he rushed down the stairs.
Despite her disagreement with separating the squabbling teens, Liz did as she was instructed. One of Maka's pigtails had been yanked lose and now the loose strands were tangled into knots. A button was missing from her uniform blazer. There was a red spot on her right cheek that Liz knew was going to develop into a fat, black and blue bruise. Her knees had a few cuts with red flesh resting between the little oozing wounds; Liz assumed that the red was from rug burn. One of her hands also had little bloody bite marks on it, implying Soul had the nerve to bite her. "Calm down, chickie," She said gently, her arms looped under Maka's so that the younger's arms were suspended from moving.
Ox was holding Soul in a similar position and Liz took the chance to give him a once over. His hair was mussed up as well but, since it was shorter and always looked like shit, seemed no worse for wear. His left eye was half open and the younger girl knew he was going to have a black eye. His nose was streaming blood but she wasn't sure if that had been a blow from Maka's fists or a delayed result of her instrument case kissing his face. His own school blazer had a rip on the seam between the fabric over the right shoulder and right sleeve, letting the white shirt he was wearing beneath be visible. Lastly, his tie had been yanked loose, dangling from his neck loosely. She grinned lightly and leaned closer to Maka. "He's going to have a wicked black eye cause of you," She whispered happily.
"Oh, it's going to be much better," Maka panted flatly, "considering I used my elbow for that blow."
No one realized Kid had actually done as he was told until the security guards drove up.
"All right, you two, get over here," One guard said flatly. Liz and Ox released Maka and Soul slowly; when they didn't immediately launch into another round, everyone relaxed slightly. One security guard grabbed each student and led them by the shoulders. "After the principal deals with you, we'll call your parents. You can just come by after class, Mr. Evans." The leader addressed to the teacher.
"Of course. And don't expect this to end well for you, Soul," Will warned his son with a scowl. However, Soul's eyes weren't transfixed on his infuriated caretaker; he was watching his attacker.
Never before had Soul Evans ever seen Maka Albarn's eyes so large with fear or the color fade from her face.
"Stupid Soul," Liz grumbled as she sank into her seat. Kid perked up and looked at her curiously.
"What do you mean? Maka was the one who started it," Kid said calmly. Cerulean clashed with gold for a moment. "In fact, Maka's the one who always starts the fights with Soul. Maybe now she'll learn to keep calm, even when she doesn't always agree with what someone is saying."
"Are you kidding me? Soul started this whole thing with Maka years ago!" She snapped back angrily. At one point, Liz had thought the same thing. But then Maka told her what had happened and what it had done to her; after that, she couldn't really nag Maka about having some animosity toward the albino.
"And maybe it's time she grew up and got over it," Kid said simply. It was a known fact that Soul and Kid hung out in the same group but the two didn't normally talk or interact. Most people just assumed they had a mutual acquaintanceship but Liz had a feeling they were actually friends; specifically given the dark haired male had decided to stand up for Soul.
Needless to say, Kid had now drafted himself into this war. And he had picked the wrong side.
…
As Maka had feared, her mother had stayed home from work that day. Thus, after a thirty minute lecture from Shinigami-Sama, the headmaster, (which made very little sense and left both students rather confused) he called her mother and explained the situation. The call lasted as long as that, before Kami had hung up, got dressed and rushed out of the house. Maka had sat there, silent, shaking in a mix of fear and rage.
She had warned Soul she was in no mood for him today and now look where he had gotten her!
Kami showed up first and took the seat between Soul and Maka. She seemed completely ignorant of the shark-toothed male and instead kept her gave fixed on her own child. "Maka, what were you thinking?" She asked gently, reaching to take her daughter's hands.
Instead, Maka pressed closer to the side of her chair farthest from her mother. "Can we just get this started with?"
"In just a moment, Maka-Chan," Shinigami-Sama said in his unusually high pitched voice. It was even more bizarre with how serious he was being. "You're Mommy may be here but we still need to wait for Soul's Daddy to get here."
Both teens twitched at the terms Mommy and Daddy being used but didn't comment.
Finally, after an uncomfortably awkward twenty minutes of silence, William Evans walked in. "Sorry about that but you know how it is when you have a class to tend," He sighed nervously. Kami perked up and turned around, recognizing his voice.
"William? William Evans?" She asked curiously while standing. Will blinked then his eyes widened and he smiled.
"Kami Reynolds? My God, I haven't seen you since we graduated!" He laughed. The two quickly embraced. Soul and Maka turned in their seats, looking between their parents in horror and bemusement. "You look fantastic! How have you been?"
"Oh, I've been alright," Kami giggled lightly after they pulled away. There was a faint pink mist on her cheeks that Maka didn't like. And there was a strange light to Will's eyes that was making Soul's stomach do somersaults. "I mean, I've been divorced for a few months now and it's been hard since I still technically work with the ex and all."
"Wait, you two split up? But you were so happy together!" William said in alarm. He and Kami had grown up on the same neighborhood and been the best of friends all their lives. Hell, he'd even threatened to pummel the man in question if he ever hurt Kami! "Wow, now that I think about it, I should have realized Maka was your daughter! It must be the pigtails; you always wore your hair up in a bun so I've always remembered you like that."
"Maka's her Mama's little mini-me," She agreed happily. She then perked up and smiled. "How about you and Masumi? If I remember, the two of you were engaged right before we got out of high school."
"She passed away a few years ago; lung cancer," He said, looking down. Maka blinked and shifted her attention to Soul, who looked suddenly uncomfortable. She didn't know his mother had died; then again, she didn't really know all that much about him but that was a bit of a shock. "Since then I've mostly been focusing on taking care of Wesley and Soul, our two boys. In fact, Soul's kind of the reason I'm here." He said, peering over Kami's shoulder and raising a silver brow at his son. Soul sunk down and turned in his seat, facing their principal again.
After the brief conversation, Kami returned to her seat and Will settled into the seat on the other side of Soul. "So, it appears these two have an issue with one another," Shinigami-Sama said calmly. It took all their self control to not roll their eyes at their headmaster; it was pretty obvious they had a severe distaste for one another at this point, wasn't it? "It's never gotten to this point before, and this is their first offense, however I must crack down on them. Suspension for a week seems like a good warning card, don't you agree?"
"Of course," Kami said gently.
"A week should teach them to mind themselves," Will agreed.
"Mama!"
"Dad!"
"No whining, Maka," Kami chided seriously. Her jade orbs were hard with concern and a touch of disappointment. "You know better but if you're going to act out you must be punished for it."
"And don't you start, Soul," Will stated with a calm face. He regarded Soul with a stern scowl. "You know better than to pick fights and you know even better than that to never hit a girl."
"Okay, I highly doubt that thing is actually a girl so don't hold that one against me," He said flatly, jerking a thumb in Maka's direction. Will's eyes widened in alarm while Maka scowled and Kami gasped in surprise.
"Oh, bite me, you self serving jackass!" Maka barked back at him. Kami stared at her daughter in horror now while Soul snickered lightly.
"I did and you taste like dried up shit!"
"Soul!"
"I'd rather taste like it than be it, Evans!"
"Maka!"
"Aw, you're so cute! You're like a fluffy little kitten; too bad you drown them in your spare time!"
"Watch yourself; maybe I'll use my bitch magic to turn you into one and then I'll drown you too!"
"Is that a promise?"
"Soul Cornelius Evans, you stop that right now!" William Evans roared angrily. All eyes turned to him before Maka snickered and Soul's cheeks flamed to a deep red that matched his eyes.
"Your middle name is Cornelius?" The petite blonde giggled lightly.
"Really, Dad? Did you really have to bust out the middle name?" He groaned while dropping his head in his hands. "So uncool."
"Uncool or not, you watch yourself! You're already in big trouble here," He warned with a frustrated sigh.
"Can I call you Corn-Hole from now on?" Maka jeered lightly, causing Kami to flush and both Evans males twitch in surprise.
"Maka Rebecca Albarn!"
"Oh, God, Mama!"
"Aw, does Becky not like it when Mommy uses her middle name?"
"Don't make me do something I'll regret, Evans!"
"I'll only agree if you do it hard," Soul cooed with a wink, smirk widening in victory when he left his opponent sputtering and blushing like mad. Evans: 1; Albarn: Zip!
"Okay, so," Shinigami-Sama sighed lightly, massaging his head lightly. All eyes turned to him, both parents looking completely terrified as they realized this little display had taken place in front of him. "One week suspension. The two of you are going to be heavily monitored upon your return for funny business; any acting up by either of you and I'll have you out of here faster than you can say 'I like tuna fish sammiches'. Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal, sir," Kami and Will stated in unison. Soul and Maka were trying to make sense of how tuna fish sandwiches played any part in the last few minutes.
"Very good. Now you two may retrieve your things from class and then head home. Your suspension starts as soon as you get off the campus," He said finally. Maka and Soul both nodded before rising with their parents and heading out.
Liz and Patty were waiting outside for them, Maka's bag and viola in their grasp. "Hey, pit-bull! How'd it go?" Liz asked teasingly as she handed the bag over. Maka smiled as she shrugged it on, letting the familiar weight help her relax. Patty then gave her the viola and Maka hugged the large case to her chest. She was praying the instrument would still be in one piece.
"Got suspended for a week," She said calmly. Kami watched her in shock, seeing how her daughter seemed not at all bothered by the punishment. When had Maka developed such an attitude? "Anyway, let's get going. I have to get off campus A.S.A.P. in order for my suspension to start up."
"Maka, you're coming home with me," Kami said sternly. The young woman didn't even look back at her.
"I'll be home later, Mama. I'm not really in the mood to start packing," She said harshly.
"Packing? For what?" She asked in alarm.
"You're just going to use this as an excuse to send me away with Papa anyway. At least then you can enjoy going on as many dates as you'd like, right?" And with that, Maka left her stunned and hurt mother behind her.
"She doesn't mean what she says," Will said gently, setting his hand on her shoulder. Soul had already disappeared to get his things. "She's just upset about everything and lashing out at everyone."
"Really?" Kami asked gently, eyes filled with doubt and sorrow. He gave her his most reassuring smile.
"Trust me; Soul went through a phase like that after his Masumi passed. Give her some space, time and all your love and she'll get through it," He said gently. He then looked off to the side and back. "If you'd like, we can get together some time and catch up. You know, as friends." He said quickly.
Kami blinked then smiled lightly, nodding a bit. "I'd like that," She agreed. The two exchanged phone numbers and then parted ways to try and reign in their unruly teenagers.
End
(1) Fine tuners – Fine tuners are the little silver pegs toward the bottom of the instrument, where the strings are wrapped around the end. They are used to tighten or loosen the string dependent upon if the string's note is high or low.
(2) Guitar position – It's a standard style used by violin and viola players when practicing. It is when the player holds the instrument and plucks the strings like the instrument the technique is meant to imitate.
(3) Pizzicato – A playing technique that involves plucking the strings of a string instrument. The exact technique varies somewhat depending on the type of stringed instrument as well as the position of the instrument. (Didn't know exactly how to phrase this one so I copy and pasted over from Wikipedia)
Notes:
Because shit gets realz when the 'rents bust out the middle names.
This is my last update until after Thanksgiving; my schedules all over the place between my two jobs and school so it's gonna be slow going until everything mellows back down.
I just love jumping around with what role Medusa plays, don't I? Because since she's a good guy now she's probably going to be a villain again in my next fic. *Shrugs* Such is life, I guess.
Also, still need a weigh-in for this story, folks; to lemon or not to lemon? That is the question! And I could really use an answer, please~! :3
Next Chapter:
Maka decides to vent about her current situation at school to her beloved pen pals and pray they can give her some advice. Soul and Black*Star find out exactly what has been going on between William Evans and Kami Albarn; Soul gets sick as a result to either that or another strange stimuli. And, as you most likely noticed, Black*Star gets to make his first appearance! :D
