((Hey~ Guess what! I got bored! So I wrote another chapter! LOL this Fic is like my vacation fic where I get to just write silly stuff! Not a whole lot happens in this chapter but OMG I really liked writing from Maka's point of view! LOL This fic amuses me because It has gotten a hit like every two days since I put it out when I haven't updated in forever... So strange... anyway! HAVE FUN and PLEASE REVEIW!! YAY! bye!))

The students of Shibusen's Crescent Moon Class were slowly filing out. these was no huge rush, since they had been let out early and no one had been planning to go on any missions until the afternoon. However one girl and her partner were already well on their way, assignment in hand. Maka Albarn had never been one to waste the day chatting. How would she ever turn Soul into a top-notch deathscythe with such sloppy habits?

Though her brisk steps and deep scowl were in no way related to that conviction.

"GRR! I can't believe him! Making a scene in class again!" Maka fumed, "Its the third time this week!"

"Meh, It's not that bad." Soul replied, "At least we got out early and its kind of funny to see your old man try so desperately to win your attention." Soul gave a small sarcastic laugh. "Maybe you should be nicer to him. It might make him stop."

"No way! He doesn't deserve my kindness!" Maka sighed, "Soul, you're so lucky that your family lives far away."

"Yeah I suppose it would be pain if they were always in my face." Soul said thoughtfully, "Though it would be nice if they showed SOME interest in my life."

"What do you mean?", Maka cocked her head, she had always imagined Soul's family to be very normal and supportive. Though she'd only gleaned a few small facts about them. Unlike Maka's parents, who were repsectivley a famous meister and a deathscythe, soul came from a civilian family. Maka knew that they were fairly well to do and that his parents and brother were famous classically trained musicians. Soul was good on the piano as well, but had opted to not go into the family business when he discovered that he had the blood of a weapon.

"They send money on holidays and the occasional letters, but the general attitude they have toward my life here is something along the lines of 'the less we know the better'." Soul grinned ironically, but Maka could sense that it did bother the tough guy a little.

Maka nodded understandingly, Most regular people didn't even acknowledge the work that Shibusen preformed daily to keep them safe. Sometimes, they were even looked on as being dangerous themselves. "Well!" She said trying to be comforting, "I'm sure that they would be proud of you if they took the time to pay attention!"

"Who cares!" Soul said with a smirk, "Worrying is uncool, Let go kick some Kisshin ass."

"Right!" Maka said cheerfully, eager to complete the new mission.

They had reached the city limits. The huge gate to the desert beyond loomed ahead, though thanks to its size, it was a bit farther than it appeared. It was wide open as always, though anyone with soul-sensing abilities could feel the influence of Shinigami's wavelength acting as a closed gate in and of itself. No Kisshin-eggs could enter this way. As always, there were a few civilians going back and fourth.

As they got closer, they both saw Sid-Sensei, the schools resident zombie. When Sid had been human, he had taught the Cresent Moon class, but now he preformed a seemingly endless number of mission and odd-jobs for Shinigami. Today it looked like he was on guard duty.

When they were within earshot, Maka though she might shout a greeting but was surprised to see that Sid was already talking with someone. Two someone's to be exact.

"Like, no way, You're a real Zombie?" she heard someone twitter.

"I wouldn't lie, Thats the kind of man I was." Sid was saying, modestly rubbing the back of his head. He was talking to two girls who looked like they could be around that same age as many other shibusen students. From where they were Maka could see that they both, strangely enough, had long white hair and looked a bit dusty. Though that was where the similarities in appearance ended. The two girls were as close to opposite as two people could get.

The taller one, who was still chatting with Sid, had a warm-golden skin tone and her hair style reminded Maka of something right out of Hollywood. It fell around her shoulders in big, expertly quaffed, curls. Her clothes were along the same lines. They had a high-fashion look to them and were more revealing than not. The girl sported a tight pink mini-dress with a pair of tall white stiletto sandals. She was a bit plump, but in a well-toned, healthy kind of way. Maka though that she looked kind of cheap, but with her perfectly proportioned figure and confident, charismatic bearing it was impossible not to be a bit jealous from just looking at her.

The other girl gave a very different impression. She was a couple of heads shorter than her traveling companion and thin as a rail. She was dressed modestly in a black, Victorian-style dress. It was an expensive looking affair with lots of silk bows and a crisp white shirt and stockings. Her patent leather shoes matched the ensemble nicely. Her hair was very long and straight and was pinned into two half-pigtails with two cute hairpins. Overall, she had an air youth but also an air of motivation and precision. She kind-of reminded Maka of someone else that she knew. Actually, so much that she could have been his sister, but the idea of that person having any familial relations other than the ones she already knew about was simply ridiculous.

It seemed that the two had only stopped briefly to say hi to Sid-sensei and were now continuing along their way. Maka was ready to go to. While those two girls were a bit unusual, she had other things to worry about.

"Lets goooo!" She said jokingly, turning to Soul, "Soul?"

Soul didn't answer. He had stopped dead in his tracks and was staring fixedly at the girl in pink. He had a frozen expression on his face and his mouth was hanging slightly ajar.

"S-soul?" Maka asked again, but her partner was far gone. Maka clenched her fists. Oh come on, she wasn't THAT hot. Or was she? Soul had said before that he liked women like Blair and while that girl was a bit different than the perverse house cat she had a similar charm. Maka felt a small tug somewhere in her chest and tears almost sprang to her eyes.

The two girls were now walking past them. Soul blinked and seemed to sort of come to his senses. "Hey." He said trying to get the taller girl's attention. What on Earth was he doing!? Maka felt her cheeks start to burn.

The girl casually but deliberately turned to look at Soul, she wore a serene but somewhat conceited looking smile, as if she had been expecting him to want to talk with her or something. Maka's nails dug into her palms, what an arrogant little... Though as soon as she met Soul's eyes her demeanor changed. In a split second, recognition glowed in the girl's eyes, which Maka noticed, through her anger, were a deep crimson, recognition was shortly followed by shock, confusion and then something like fear.

"Ah----" The girl said frantically looking for a way out of the situation, "Um, AAAHHH PERVERT!!" She said punching Soul squarely in the jaw and fleeing like a bat out of hell.

The smaller girl was left in the dust. A look of slightly disturbed confusion settling over her delicate features. She looked down at Soul's prone form and then to Maka's angry face. She put a palm to her forehead as if to say "Why me?". Maka noticed a splash of black across the girls bangs, but couldn't see through her hand.

"Uhh, I am terribly, sorry for this...mishap." The girl grinned sheepishly and looked toward the inner-city, "But I have to go!" she made an apologetic gesture and was after her friend in the blink of an eye.

A few seconds went by as Maka stared down at her passed out partner and tried to make sense of the situation. "W-what the hell was that!?" She said to no one.

.......... 3....

"Hey Chisaaaa." Heart said after a few silent minutes of walking through Death City. She had opted to act like that strange thing down there had not happened.

"What?"

"I have aaahhh confession to make." She drew out the "a" so that she might sound extra apologetic.

"And that is?" Chisa gave her a dubious look.

"I, um, lied about my name." There was a long silence, "You know like when you told be to use my real name well I lied. My name isn't Heart Breaker Evans."

Chisa turned to look at the young Prima Donna. For some reason, she was sweating bullets. Chisa raised an eyebrow as if to say "Then what?" Heart previously lying about her name wasn't so surprising. The strange girl had so many aliases it was dizzying. Chisa had bought that it might be her name simply because it was almost too weird of a name to be made up. Heart really was acting really strange right now. Chisa sighed. "Well?"

"My real name is, erm, Sasha. Sasha Valentine." She nodded avidly. "Yup. Thats it."

"Okay." Chisa said without much interest. She was tired and wanted a bath and she would have to meet with her father and brother before she could get any rest and just THINKING about that was tiring her out. If Heart was now Sasha who really cared?

Now they both stood at the steps of their destination.

"Man! who designed this place?" Heart said ostentatiously, "That skull is so gawdy..."