REALLY SORRY FOR THE WAIT GUYS
DISCLAIMER: TRUST ME, IF I OWNED SOUL EATER AND ITS CHARACTERS, THEN ALL OF MY SHIPS WOULD BE MORE THAN JUST FARAWAY DREAMS
"The first fight is Gray Fullbuster vs Crona!"
The dark-haired boy sighed, raking his hand through the silky tresses. This guy was weird.
At least he thought it was a guy.
At this point, Gray couldn't really tell. He also couldn't understand why he was on the court in the first place.
The pink-haired boy shook with anxiety, his eyes snapping towards everything that moved, as he hugged his own small frame, which was donned in what looked like a black dress with odd, white cuffs.
Gray himself was donned in dark jeans, a navy-blue button up t-shirt, un-buttoned to reveal a black t-shirt underneath. The ice mage cringed internally, he didn't want to down this kid, after all, he didn't look like he could put up much of a fight.
The pink-haired boy seemed to mumble to himself, cringing every now and then. This kid has some real issues.
Before he could observe the boy any longer, the high-pitched voice that had spoken to them first sounded over the speakers, "Okay kiddos! Let the fight begin!"
Gray's head snapped over to the speaker closest to him, What? No countdown? Who is that guy anyway?
"Ragnarok."
Gray turned to look at the pink-haired boy, only to have his jaw drop. The boy's back distorted, and some sort of black creature burst from his flesh.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!" Gray turned to see Natsu drooling fire at the edge of the court, his obsidian eyes wide with wonder.
"OI! SHUT UP FLAME BRAIN!" The ice mage shouted at the dragon slayer, having reacquired his composure. But he found himself turning to face the pink-haired boy once more when he heard the boy let out a shrill cry.
Gray narrowed his eyes in confusion at the boy, not understanding the boy's reason for freaking out.
"Ragnarok, I'm not sure I can handle fighting a stripper…"
"So what? If we take his life, then he won't be able to take off his clothes! Problem solved!" The black creature known as Ragnarok pinched Crona's cheeks.
"Ow! I told you! I can't handle it when you do stuff like this cause it hurts!"
"Well suck it up you pink-haired buttercup! We have a fight to win!"
Gray's eyebrows furrowed, what did he mean he couldn't handle a stripper? Looking down Gray 'ahh'd with the realisation of his shirt's absence. Shrugging, he readied himself to start casting.
"Ragnarok! What is he doing with his hands! They're all frosty and blue!"
"Juvia believes in her beloved Gray!" A female voice sounded from the bleachers.
Gray's eye twitched at the sound of Juvia's voice. Okay, the ice mage had almost had it up to here with her obsessive behaviour. Her cheering was so annoying!
But it was also kind of cute.
And he would never admit that to her ever, otherwise she would stick to him even worse than usual.
"Ice Make: Lance!" Ice in the shape of a lance burst forth from Gray's hands.
Crona clumsily lifted his sword to block the blow. Wait, since when did that kid have a sword? And where the hell has that creepy demon gone?
However, the pink-haired boy hand't been able to block the whole attack, a wound becoming known on his side. Using the black blood that dripped from the wound, Crona used his own attack, "Bloody Needle."
His blood dispersed, shifting into small needle-like shapes before launching at Gray. Gray's eyes widened slightly, not expecting that sort of attack from the weird kid. But with a flick of his wrist, the blood freezes, and drops to the ground.
In Ragnarok's state of panic, Crona finds himself freaking out, shouting, "I can't handle it!"
Gray raised an eyebrow at the kid as he started screaming unintelligible phrases, hands pressed to his head. The ice mage just shrugged, "Ice Make: Hammer!"
A hammer of ice slammed down on the pink-haired boy's head, knocking him out cold.
Needless to say, each of the school's students were a bit confused by the other's abilities, some demanding to know what sort of sorcery was at work.
After congratulating the ice mage on his victory, the celestial mage found herself giving into the urge she had been struggling with ever since she met the ash-blonde bookworm.
"Umm, Maka?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"When you said that Soul was your partner…"
Maka tilted her head at the girl, looking at her with a confused look in her eyes. However, it was only there for a moment, before her eyes widened and a blush made its way to her cheeks. "NO IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!"
Lucy's own wide eyes stared at the body that flew cross the gym, white hair dinted in the shape of a book's spine.
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