A/N: Hello my peeps, sorry if it took soooo long to finish it.
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Chapter II:
Asking Out
Soul had an intense force of anxiety crawling in him; he, Soul Eater, was going to ask out his partner and good friend, Maka Albarn, to the Valentine Dance on Friday. This was it. The demon scythe had planned to do this once they had returned to their apartment residence. Now, all he had to do is be nice and (at least try) refrain from his 'cool demeanor'.
If only some of the other boys weren't oogling her, such as Black Star and Kid.
Black Star clenched his fists, a hint of determination. He will try to win Maka's heart by putting on the biggest performance for her. She will like it—no, she will love it- and the performance will be a huge hit for her, and Black Star will have Maka. Kid was sketching on his symmetrically-aesthetic artbook, two figures of he and Maka sharing in a symmetrical embrace of passion. Their perfect eyes gaze into their own showing great love for each other. The shinigami begin to smile at the thought; feeling her smooth, soft arms wrapping around his neck, their bodies close together, and sharing that kiss.
He quickly abolished that thought away. Kid didn't want to think of Maka in such a way a perverse stalker would; that would be disasteful and humiliating! So he continued to add finer details to his art, hoping that thought would sink deep into the depths of his mind.
As for Maka... she isn't doing too well...
Almost of all of the male students were leering at her with great lust in their eyes. The scythe technician feels like she was being watched by a group of criminals, just lying behind the alleyways and the crowd like felines stalking their prey, waiting for the right moment to strike and take advantage of her.
Good thing Ox Ford and his partner are interested in the other female students of Class Crescent Moon.
Good thing she has her dictionary in case she needs to use the Maka Chop.
Good thing there are her three male friends who weren't laviciously gazing at her like a prize waiting to be taken.
If only she could notice how lovesick her aforementioned male friends were. For Maka Albarn.
Dammit! She cursed. If those troublesome boys are even thinking of trying to ask me out... I'm going to give each one of them the good ol' Maka Chop!
Stein noticed this rather awkward behavior with his students (aside from Ox Ford ,Kilik, Soul, Black Star, and Kid, thank Death). Not only he was irritated they were not paying attention to his lecture, they were all gazing at only one girl! Maka Albarn! Of all the women of this class, they are going to have a pretty rough competition to win her heart.
"Ahem," he said, catching the attention of the entire classroom. Most of the male students were either given a slap, a punch, or a kick by most of the female students (since they were only focused on Maka). Now the girls reverted from their unleashed fury on their crushes and focused their rage on Maka Albarn. The scythe technician noticed the girls' raging jealously, and she sighed in her head.
Great, not only I got guys fighting over me, girls are jealous of me for taking their crushes away! Could this day get any worse?
Oh, it was going to get worse...
Stein, after lighting another Marlboro cigarette and adjusting the abnormally large bolt to normal levels (people still ponder why he has a large screw through his head), smacked his face with his palm, sighing as he shook his head in disappointment.
"Class, please hold all of your accusations and fury until tomorrow, then you can unleash it with leisure," he said nonchalantly. As the class groaned and returned back to their seats, the two male meisters and demon scythe returned to staring at Maka, who heaved a sigh of relief.
The bell rang, it was time to head home. Everyone packed up and began to join the river of students that slowly but surely flowed into the outside of DWMA. Soul decided to wait for Maka outside to prep the motorcycle home, but he did not realized that Kid was waiting for his meister at the entrance of the classroom; he completely did not even noticed!
"Er, Maka?" said an anxious Kid, catching the curiosity of Maka. "Uh... would you... um, er..." he took deep breath and asked her with confidence and wracking embarrassment. "Would you like to come with the dance with me?"
"Er... sure," answered Maka, raising a confounded eyebrow. Why would Death the Kid ask her out? It's not like anything is striking within her, is there?
"Really? Oh wonderful!" cried the ecstatic shinigami as he ran out the door with his two demon pistol weapons trailing behind.
The scythe technician looked on with a glint of realization in her eyes. She mentally slapped herself for forgetting. Oh well, at least I'm off to a good start. Thought Maka. As she joined the thick river of students, Maka felt guilty for what she was plotting. Maka had no intention of performing it, but she really want to get back at Soul, Black Star, and Kid for that prank two weeks earlier. She knew they thought that she forgave them for it, but no, they're wrong.
Reaching outside, Soul was leaning on the motorcycle the scythe technician is going to catch a ride on. Suddenly, Maka was tackled down to the ground. Picking herself up, her eyes searched the forming circle of confounded students, looking for the trouble maker. A familiar presence came up behind her, and Maka whipped around to find Black Star grinning vigourously.
"Black Star?" she said with great shock. "You're the one that tackled me?"
"Impressive, huh?" asked the self-centered ninja.
"You did managed to take me down without shouting out your presence, I say you're getting better," answered Maka.
"Yep! That's why I am asking you to be my Goddess at the Valentine Dance!" Maka gave Black Star a very sly smile. He was very much oblivious to it because of his escalating excitement. He grinned as Black Star leapt from the circle, actually making a very dramatic disappearance, judging by the students' surprising amazement. The scythe technician moved over to Soul, who somehow didn't even noticed Black Star's request because of his anxiety.
"Hop on," he said. Maka proceeded, albeit anxiously. She really feels bad for performing such a heinous plot, but in the end, they'll deserve it.
At least she hoped. Otherwise, Maka might as well actually drown in her own remorse.
When the partners returned home, Blair was already there in human form, waiting to give Soul a distasteful glomp to the breasts, which is always guaranteed to anger Maka and give the demon scythe a rather nasty nose bleed. After the incident ended with an attempted Maka Chop, Soul came to the calming Maka, gulping deeply.
"H-hey, Maka?" he said, his words dripping with uncertainty. The scythe technician turned to him. How she wished things could've been different.
Maybe she would drown in her remorse.
"Yeah?"
"I-I was wondering," Soul began to trail off. Maka noticed visible pink on his cheeks. She smiled in her mind at the rather cute scene.
"Would you... er... go dance with me on the Valentine Dance?" he asked. Now Soul was really flustered in scarlet crimson right now.
"Sure," answered Maka.
"Really?"
"Yeah, I'll go with you."
Everyone is going according to plan. Maka can only hope her emotions of remorse and guilt would not hold her back when the Valentine Dance arrives.
Honestly, she likes her three male friends, and wished Liz would've never set up the prank on all four of them...
A/N: This is Sda209's Author's Note. For those of you who read my fan fictions, I will be dedicating METRO: The Last Bond, Phineas' Dilemma, and Sgt. Frog: American Keronians to be worked on. I'm still planning on the re-written updates of the last two fan fictions and I am currently working on the revised prologue of METRO and the first chapter.
AngelBlossom224 is a relative of mine; she isn't a great at writing and I will be usually assisting her until she can write properly on her own.
I hope all of you have a wonderful day and do wait for the next chapter! See you soon!
-Sda209 and AngelBlossom224
