Necro: Ok, so rather unfortunately, the second chapter for my story was wiped clean and I have spent the entire week since it was supposed to be uploaded trying to recover it.

MP: Clearly to no avail. So, Necro eventually broke down and got Word for his laptop. Now we can really write!

Both: So please enjoy this reedit of the second chapter of My Favorite Song!

Thoughts and Thomas's speech will be italicized.

John and Thomas had only been in Death City, Nevada for two months and John had spent much of that time at the DWMA, the academy topping the massive, spiral style city. When not at the academy, John was either at Thomas's old apartment, which he had broken in to, or wandering the streets of Death City, often having to avoid the students and their partners.

At the current moment, John was sitting high up in the rafters, watching the students of the Crescent Moon EAT class and judging their reactions to others and having to work with different people.

Thomas snorted. "How can you watch them if you're blind?"

I get a general image from what I hear from the objects around me. Kinda like Dare Devil. John thought back to him, not wanting to speak aloud in case someone heard.

"Then why can't I see anything?"

Because you're not trained to pull the sounds in to a coherent picture. I'll teach you sometime. John shifted his attention to a different student that, as far as he could tell, was wearing a two piece suit and an immense feeling of power emanated from him. Unfortunately, that didn't seem to stop the student from having small breakdown over whether or not the zeros on his tests were perfectly symmetrical.

"That would be Death the Kid. If I'm reading your thoughts correctly. Hard to tell, there's a lot of music in the way." John's thoughts were often hard for Thomas to understand, since he never focused on just one thing and there was usually music playing somewhere in the background of his mind.

I believe you're reading them just fine, considering the kid next to him just called him…..Kid. That's an odd name.

"Well, he is named after his father."

So why not Death, Jr? The long silence that followed his question made John think that his mind-sharing partner had not considered this. Then again, Death the Kid sounded much nicer to the ear. Or whatever he listened with within his head. His attention was regained by the students below when one of them, a short and very loud-mouthed individual, started shouting about how his greatness meant he deserved a better score than what he got.

"That one's Black*Star. He's a bit arrogant, but he's a really good fighter. If he only he focused all that talent on collecting souls instead of being the shiniest of the group." Thomas sighed.

Even if he played well with others, he would not be eligible for the job.

"Why not? He's an excellent fighter and really good in a team."

Yeah, but gods and godlings are not eligible. They're too powerful.

"God? Star's not a god. The only god in DC is Death. And Kid too, I suppose."

Ah, right. You can't feel it. Just trust me on this. John carefully stretched, waiting for the bell that would signal lunch for the EAT class.

"Alright class, next lesson will be a dissection, so please bring a notebook for observations," Professor Franken Stein, a mad scientist more than a little obsessed with the dissection and studying of living creatures.

"Professor Stein," one girl said, raising her hand, her long pigtails swinging slightly with the motion. "I don't think we're allowed to do any more dissections after what happened last time." The incident that Maka, the girl with the pigtails, was referring to occurred while John had been 'watching'. In the middle of the lesson on a rare snake-like animal, it was discovered that it possessed an auxiliary heart, which would start up five minutes after death. The time frame was just enough that several arteries had already been cut and exposed for examination. Unfortunately, this meant that a massive spray of blood covered the students when the second heart began beating. It had not been a pleasant day.

"Hmm…perhaps you're right, Ms. Albarn. I will clear it with Lord Death then." The Professor smiled and pretended not to hear the groans of dismay from his students. "Anyway, I must also announce the introduction of school clubs. Since so many students have been requesting them throughout the school year, Lord Death has decided that it would do you no harm to have a few extracurricular activities. Some of the clubs will also offer extra credit and free tutoring, which I must say a few of you need." Here he briefly glanced in the direction of Soul Eater and Black*Star. "That is all." Stein kicked off from his desk and rolled quickly off the raised dais that he taught from, his rolling computer chair taking him right out of the classroom.

"Do you suppose he knew that we still had ten minutes left?" John heard one of the students ask.

"Stein doesn't do that often. Must have had something important to do. I think him and Ms. Marie are gonna have a baby soon."

Probably why he left early. Wanted to check on the mother.

"Hey, you ever have kids? As old as you keep saying you, surely you tried at some point."

No, I don't have any nor have I ever had children. No person would want a child with me. And it doesn't help that my choice in love interests are physically incapable of having children.

"Huh?"

John inwardly sighed. I'm gay, Thomas.

"Oh. Oh! Have you ever thought of adopting?"

Oh for the love of-stop asking me about children! We're here to do research on the DWMA staff and students! Please focus on that! John leaned against the connecting beam behind him and froze when it groaned. Oh shit. Shit shit shit! He turned his ears towards the students and listened for anyone that might have heard his mistake. Only one person seemed to have noticed, Soul. The albino teen had been leaning back in his chair at the time and was now actively searching the rafters for the source of the noise. John would have to move if he didn't want to be found, but moving would possibly make more noise. He had, at most, ten seconds to decide.

Soul's bright red eyes roved over John's hiding spot and kept moving, not noticing the stray bit of his coat sticking out from behind the beam. John smiled in relief and carefully pulled his long jacket around him. That was a might bit too close.

"What are you talking about? You hid before he even had a chance to see you."

True, but I froze. He shouldn't have come as close as he did. I was too distracted. John took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He needed to know if it was safe to move, but he could not hear properly enough to tell with all the students using their free time to talk. John would definitely need to pick a different observation spot next time he came up to the school. Think it's safe to move?

"Maybe. If someone does see you, what's the plan?"

I don't know. I think I'll wing it.

"That sounds like an incredibly bad idea." John didn't bother to deny it as he slowly moved around the beam. Just as he got halfway, John felt someone watching him and stopped.

Soul had swept back and forth a couple times after hearing the first noise and was just about to turn back to his friend Kid when he saw something that didn't seem like it should be there. At first, he thought that the lighting in the classroom was a little off, but then the shadow seemed to be moving. That can't be right. Soul watched as the shadow stopped and slowly turned to face him. All that he could make out at first were two softly glowing green orbs, just floating there in the shadow. Eventually, he began to make out the details of what was definitely a man. Beyond the eyes, Soul could see a mask that most of the man's face. He was wearing a button-up, which was tucked in to pair of dark jeans, and a long black jacket that had allowed him to blend in as a part of the dark.

Well shit. Please don't say anything kid, please don't. John tried to give Soul a friendly smile, but his mask probably made it seem a little more sinister than he wanted.

"Hey, Kid, there's someone sitting in the rafters." Soul poked his friend on the shoulder, still staring at John.

"What? That's impossible, we would know if-" Kid cut off as he turned to look at Soul then followed his gaze to where John was still hanging, halfway to another beam. "His mask isn't symmetrical."

"Really? I'm an intruder in your classroom and you focus on the mask?" John asked irritably. "I mean, come on! I am a masked intruder literally hanging over your heads and you focus on the mask!" By then, every student in the classroom had turned to look John, but he didn't care. "You know what? I'm going home! Honestly, it's like no one has anything resembling priorities anymore!" John dropped down on to Kid's desk and jumped down the rows and to the bottom of the amphitheater style class.

"The hell are you doing?" Thomas asked, listening very closely to what was being said.

I'm winging it! Shh! "I'm so not coming back to observe this class ever again!" John wretched open the door as if he was angry and stormed out, only to run face-first in to Stein. "Hmm…I'm guessing that I can't bluff my way out of this."

"That would be a bad idea." The taller man casually started winding the giant screw inserted in his head, the ticking noise causing John's left hand to start towards his pocket. "Now, why not tell us why you were hiding in our class?"

"I refuse on the grounds that you freak me out. I mean, your stitches go over your clothes. What sense does that make? I mean it works for you and everything, but seriously?" John was attempting to edge past the strange man. "Now, if you don't mind, I'll just be heading home." Stein blocked John's way and gave the shorter man his creepiest smile.

"That's a bit rude, don't you think? After all, I asked a simple question and you insulted me."

"Ah, I suppose it is. But it's also rude to block someone's path. And I'm assuming that you're smiling at me in a strange manner, given the way you act." John backed up in to the room and folded his hands behind his back. "Alright, how about I instead leave by my own means?"

"Oh? And how do you plan on getting past my students?" Stein gestured behind the other man, but John had need to look. He knew that the children would be battle ready.

"Any ideas?" Thomas was not prepared to help John, he wasn't even capable of helping out.

One, and it will work. "I opt to give myself in to your custody as a prisoner and will answer any and all questions you have." John smiled.

"Seriously? This is your plan?"

I'm more likely to get away locked up in a cell than in a roomful watchful people. And I'd like to avoid a fight for now.

"Well, that is certainly a surprising decision." Stein motioned towards Maka and Soul, and Kid, Liz, and Patti. Soul, Liz, and Patti were all in their weapon forms, their respective technicians pointing them at John. "You five will escort our masked guest to the dungeons." Stein turned to Star. "Black*Star, I want you and Tsubaki to inform Lord Death about our new prisoner." The seven of them nodded and took up their tasks.

"Thank you for the kindness." John bowed, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Have a nice day, everyone. I'm sure I'll be seeing you all real soon." He waved to the class in general and allowed Kid and Maka to lead him out at weapon-point.

Necro: And that's about as far as I got with the original copy. Though it was very different and didn't really match John's personality in my opinion. So I changed it.

MP: And he couldn't remember jack shit about the original second chapter. Ok, see ya next chapter, faithful and new readers!