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Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater (Though I wish I did). I did, however, create Demonia.

"So, they want a rematch, huh? So be it. I'll kick their sorry butts."

I tried to get up. Jackie pushed me back down on the sofa.

"No, Demonia, Kim said gently, You're not completely healed yet."

"But…" I protested

"They haven't challenged you yet. Wait for it."

"Fine. Whatever you say. But I'm getting up."

"Alright, if you feel up to it. But let me tell you what your injuries are first." Kim listed: "Your ribs are still a little weak. Your lungs are still mending, so you might find moving painful. Your brain might be a little damaged. The magic might decide to shut you down in order to heal you properly, so…

I never got to hear the end of that sentence. I passed out again.

I woke up about an hour later in a different room. It took me a while to realize Kim and Jackie had brought me back to the mansion I was staying in (Well, yeah, what did you expect? A freaking apartment?! For an elite-class Demon Witch?). I found I could stand up now. I tried to walk out the door, but passed out again. Third time in two days. A new personal record.

When I woke up again, I was in my bed, and someone had placed a bowl of hot soup on a table next to me. I smiled. That's Kim for you… When I picked the bowl up, I realized a piece of paper had been taped to it. It read:

Spectra, I thought a rematch might be a little too much for you right now, so I asked the Thompson sisters to wait a little. I hope you'll be completely healed by next Thursday. For now, don't try to get up. I'll tape all the lessons for you, so you won't lag behind in school.

Get well soon,

Kim

I found another note had been pinned to the other side of the bowl.

Hey, Spectra! You're making Kim real sad right now, so you'd better GET WELL SOON, or else.

Love,

JACKIE

I laughed. That just sounded so silly. Then, a pain in my lungs made me cringe. Right. I'm still sick. I thought, then, Next Thursday? Can't wait! Then, Tape all the lessons? Really, Kim? I know all that stuff already… Though I wouldn't mind you taping the First-Aid lesson, especially if they have visual aids… Never mind. She's probably using those old audio-only tapes… That cloud looks kind of like a knife in an eyeball… My thoughts wandered off on their own and didn't come back until I realized my soup was cold.

"Shit!" I light a small fire to heat the soup up, accidentally set fire to my bed, jumped out of my bed, spilled my soup on the flames, which only made them grow bigger (Demonic fire is like that), ran out of the room and into the bathroom, only to realize I had just trapped myself inside, tried to open the window to jump out, remembered I had placed a spell on the windows to block them, cursed, realized I was still in the outfit I wore during the fight (Black jeans, a black tee-shirt with a white skull on the front, a long black vest, black gloves, and black boots), slipped on the soap, and stumbled on a few spellbooks I had hidden under the sink. I quickly grabbed one, found a spell to make my clothes fireproof, and a spell to extinguish Demonic fire. I kicked the door open, accidentally broke it, ran out, and found my entire hallway invaded by the fire. I used the second spell, and the flames died.

I walked into my ruined room. Nothing left except charred furniture.

The next day, I walked up to Kim's apartment, and, when she opened the door, told her that the next time she brought me soup, I'd kick her out the window. Then, I walked back home, trying not to laugh at her stunned face.

The day after that, Kim and Jackie visited me again and asked me what happened in my east wing (That's where the fire was). When I told them, Kim declared, rolling on the ground with laughter, that she would have made a fortune if she could have had that on video. I cursed her and Jackie (Who was also laughing so hard she was rolling on the ground and clutching her stomach) under my breath, which only made them laugh harder.

"Anyways, I said, trying to change the subject, have the Thompsons and Death the Kid been in class, or are they preparing for Thursday?" That did it. They stopped laughing.

"They're preparing. How are you healing?" Jackie asked bluntly.

"All good, except for the headaches, but I think they'll be gone before the fight. Can you guys help me, you know, train? As in, fight? I've had a gym built here."

"Sure. Let's go"