Chapter two: Prepare for war and stock the ammo

The Contract.

Maka albarn, Shibusen Id student card N 22743, and Soul Eater Evans, Shibusen Id student card N 50091 participate in this bet contract with Dr. Frank Stein, Shibusen Id teacher card N 99944, as the witness.

ONE.- The bet is on for two weeks.

Maka wrote the first rule on a neat blank paper, Soul furrowed his brows.

"Oi. You don't need to write that down. We already know that."

"It's called formalities, Soul. Just let a pro handle this."

"Pro? you used to do bet contracts when you were little or what?"

"And I have won every one of them." The tech flashed a proud grin and Soul snorted.

"You are not going to win this one"

"We will see about that"

Maka scribbled down the second rule.

TWO.-The participants must act as cousins. In other words, use a fake identity.

"Wait. We are going to have fake identities? Isn't that too ..extreme?"

"Chickening out?"

"No way." Replied Soul defensively. After a pause, he asked "What name are you going to use?"

"I was thinking about Makatarou"

"Pfft. You a hamster? Hamtaro?" Mocked Soul pointing and laughing his ass off.

"Then what were you thinking of naming yourself?" Maka flushed and placed her arms on her hips in annoyance

"Ursoula"

"That's… " Maka trailed off and both remained in silence and after reflecting a little Soul said meekly

"We should help each other in this one" Maka nodded

THREE.- The participants can have one person (of their same gender) who can help the participant with the dare. If the participant wins, the helper gets to ask one thing from the participant he has helped.

"That sounds fair. I'll go with Kidd." Maka face reflected obvious surprise which Soul caught, he shrugged and explained "Kidd would know more about girls than anything Black Star would know"

"True" This time the weapon gave his partner the inquiring look, Maka simply answered as he had expected "Tsubaki, obviously."

FOUR.-The loser is the one who gets discovered by anyone in class (teachers and the helper don't count) before the two weeks end.

"I thought it was about getting accepted by the class?"

"This is practically the same. If they discover you that would mean that you didn't convince them about your fake gender." Maka spun the pencil she was holding, "But you also have to be popular; I mean anyone can pretend to be of a different gender if they don't stand out."

FIVE.- The winner gets the loser to do whatever she or he wants.

"Ah, the prize" Soul felt his lips tug upward with anticipation. Victory was a sweeter way of revenge, after all.

"Done. Anything else you want to add?"

"Nope" The tech handed the pencil to the weapon and he placed the tool on the paper next to Maka's writing,

Signed by Maka Albarn.

Signed by Soul Eater Evans.

"Don't forget about me" Stein popped his head in between the pair and fell forward, sprawling himself on the desk they were using. "I hope you will amuse me…. or I'll dissect you"

Both gulped.

Signed by Dr. Frank Stein

…………

Soul gave himself a look and shut his eyes in agony. Soul felt like dying.

A pair of silicon pushups plus a lacy bra and panties practically shone in front of his eyes as he contemplated his dressed-up body through the mirror. Dazzling. No wrong. Maybe baffling.

The bra hung on his chest and panties choked his thigh muscles tight. It was a pain in the ass, literally. But worse than anything, Soul dreaded one thing above everything else. It was the color. The stupid undergarments were red. Passionate, hot, sexy red; or at least it was supposed to be like that. Soul took a mouthful of air and stretched his lanky shoulders backwards, in an attempt of regaining his manly dignity, but it only worsened his image by empathizing his lean muscles and highlighting the flashy undergarments. He looked utterly ridiculous. Worse than black star in a tutu. Suddenly the door flung open and Kidd entered carrying a pair of clothes,

"Are you don.." The house owner didn't get to finish his sentence. Kidd gaped.

Soul sometimes wondered why he and his pride couldn't just be swallowed by the merciful earth.

5 minutes earlier- flashback

"No! I am NOT going to use that thing! No way I'm going to stick that disgusting thing on my chest." Two boys wrestled each other on the floor. The black haired was shoving the item he was carrying on his hand on the white haired's face.

"You have no idea what the term 'disgusting' means. If you want to win this bet, wear it!" Kidd grinded his teeth as he felt Soul's hand forcibly push his cheek and the silicone push ups away as far as he could from his body.

"Why cant I just use a frigging normal bra?" The scythe boy protested feeling the squishy plastic material molest his eyes and front head. The weapon gave another hard push and the death god felt himself flip backwards obtaining as a result an ungraceful landing.

"Because, if someone accidentally pokes you, they'll find out it's air instead of breasts!" The victim didn't look convinced but finally took the push ups with an unhappy face from the hands of his friend. He frowned holding the bra with the attached pushed ups over his head with a pink flush. Why was Kidd trying so hard anyways?

"And why do you have something like this in your drawer again?"

"I just wanted to make Liz's breast symmetrical to Patty's" Kidd sniffed "She wouldn't agree."

5 minutes flashback - over

Kidd gaped. Soul prepared himself for a mental slap or a laugh outburst.

"How…" Kidd began his sentence, Soul waited "… beautiful!"

The Shinigami dropped the clothes he had been carrying to clasp his hands as if he had encountered the most pleasant thing in his life. As Kidd's eyes almost twinkled, Soul dropped his jaw.

"Huh?"

"The symmetry! I'm so happy you put them on. They wouldn't look symmetrical on the floor." Kidd face twisted as if he had remembered something maddening "There was always one single crease that…"

"Kidd. You need to see the psychologist"

"And you should really do something about your hair. It's the only thing ruining the whole picture" Soul ignored his friend's complex. Seriously, he had forgotten this guy wouldn't care even if his own father, Shinigami-sama, were wearing a frigging lingerie as long as it was symmetrical. Soul looked himself again in the mirror.

"Hey. Do I really have to wear these panties?" He turned around and reflected his back on the looking glass "I mean, no one will notice if I wear my boxers under a pair of pants…"

"Who said you were going to wear trousers?" Red eyes quickly matched the golden ones

"I'm not?"

Kidd handed him a skirt and Soul grumbled under his breath. The mini-deathgod, arched a brow and cleared his throat to do some consoling. After all, Death gods had to show their good points to keep up their popular reputation.

"Soul." The owner of the name stopped straddling his feet to fit the skirt and tilted his head in response, Kidd tried to sound caring "if it makes you feel better, the color," he flicked his finger up and down, "they match your eyes"

"Shut up"

……………..

"Tsubaki…stop…" Maka panted as she tried to catch her breath. "I..I cant breath!"

"Please be patient. Just a little more.."

"Ow… why is it so tight!? Please just…"

"but Maka-chan… you have grown" Tsubaki said

"Really?" Maka turned her head and let her eyes widen with refilled hope; the emerald orbs were almost glimmering

"Yes" Her friend nodded. Maka felt her face blush in happiness and made her index fingers meet showing her embarrassment. Tsubaki finally posed a clip on the bandages she had been adjusting on Maka's chest.

"Barely but done" she swiped the little sweat beads on her forehead "I thought this amount would be sufficient but as I said before, you have grown"

"Thank you" Tsubaki smiled in response and then hesitated a while before speaking again

"Did you say that you were going to meet up with Soul tomorrow in front of school?" Maka finished slipping the clothes that her friend had given her. They were one of the million clothes that Black star never used nor remembered he had them.

"Yup. We are going to act like interchange students."

"Does professor Stein knows this?"

"We talked to him about our bet. He agreed saying that it was going to be…" Maka felt her back give off a small shiver as she remembered the look on her teacher's face, "… interesting"

"Oh" The chain and saw weapon rolled her eyes and focused them on the-suddenly-not-so-boring-cushion that lied on the floor, as if she was trying to decide what to do and finally made up her mind, "Maka… Are you sure you want to do thi…"

"Yes. Tsubaki, we have been over this. This is the tenth time you asked."

"Right. I'm sorry…"

……

D-day

Soul and Maka stood in front of the entrance of their School. The boy wore a pink skirt and a white jumper, his head was tied up in two diminutive ponytails on each side and some loose and short strands that reached his shoulders; he wore a grim look on his face. He felt the stupid panties stuck on his butt.

The girl, on the other side, wore a pair of brown three quarter khaki pants that reached down her knees. A loose black T-shirt with a little blue star engraved on the corner (it was the one that had the smallest star).

"What happened to you hair?" Soul asked calmly seeing his partner's usual pig tails tied hair short to the ears,

"Wig. What happened to you?!" Her tone showed shock mixed with horror, but her partner took it as a compliment.

"Surprised to see me better dressed up than you?" Maka ignored the commentary

"Your hair!"

"Extensions"

"Your chest?"

"Push ups… you should try them too.." Maka chopped him

"Voice?"

"Hours of practice" with Kidd telling him to say 'Kyaa' after him. He omitted that scene; he preferred to erase it from his past.

"And eyebrows?!"

"Kidd" Soul stated the one word dryly and felt his body wince as he extracted from his memory the eight hours of pain and the finger wiggling he had seen before suffering. He never knew eyebrow picking could be used as a form of deadly torture.

"I'm sorry" said Maka feeling slight pity in her heart

"It's ok. Let's get going before Black star accuses us for attracting too much attention. Not that he won't do that afterwards, anyways…"

"Just one more question" Soul paused

"What?"

"Why a skirt?" The weapon shrugged and said

"I tried pants." Soul bit his lip "They were… tight.. no… uncomfortable down there"

Before he realized it, another Maka chop fell from the sky marking the start.

End.

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Author notes:

Thanks Tina.503 for the 'Kyaa' .

Hope you have enjoyed the new chap,

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