A/N: I don't usually update so soon but I had an idea and I rolled with it, sorry for the dialogue heavy chapter; Pre-chapter one: Red-eyed Pansy

Ah, and to answer all your questions in the reviews, Yes, more is coming, because I'd fallen in love with this AU too ^/^

"Maka!"

She raised eyebrow at the voice and turned with her french fry still sticking out from her mouth. "What?"

"Tone down your glare, yikes. It's saltier than your food." Kim nicked one and pretended to smoke from it, shaping her mouth into an "o".

After Maka swallowed and dabbed her fingers with her napkin, she looked back at Kim questioningly.

"Two things, ok no, three."

"Start with number two because your number ones are always unimportant." She chuckled and pulled her fry from between Kim's fingers, dipping them into ketchup before eating it.

Kim pouted, "No, this time number one is majorly important, but for your sake, I will skip to number two. Are you ready?"

Maka sighed and reopened her book, pulling the leaf from inside the folds and setting it gently next to her. If this was going to be gossip, uninteresting and social gossip, she almost didn't want any part in it. "I'll never be ready, just say it."

Unable to hold her excitement, Kim blurted out, "You're our grade's Poetry Slam nominee!"

"No fucking way!" Maka waved at Kim to come closer, and with her other hand, she signaled for her to lower her voice.

"Yes fucking way! Marie- ah, Mrs. Stein told me to tell you to immediately come to her room ASAP. The panel decided that you swept the entire school this year. Fuck, you're going to county!" She cleared her throat and announced, "You fucked up Maaakkaaa, go to detention!"

She pulled Kim back down and behind her book. "Smooth. What's news three?"

"Gotta keep up your badass rep- ouch." That punch to her arm was well deserved. "Ok, number three, I'm meeting the straight laced chick after school. We're fighting. With our lips. For dominance. Maybe."

"Get 'em you heart-stealing raccoon," Maka snorted. "Watch, one day your own heart is going to be stolen and all these weird battles are going to end."

"No, Maka dear, they will continue. As I recall, your lips were almost conquered."

"Not by you, Kim. I don't lose-"

"Which brings me to number one," Kim interrupted and continued before Maka could finished. "There's this Red-eyed new kid-"

"I wasn't done talking. As I was saying-"

"No no no, Maka, listen-"

"No, you listen!"

"Please, punk lord. There's this new kid who's a total pansy- trying to be all punk and crud, but you're the master punk queen so he's wasting his time." Her words came out hushed and rushed, afraid that Maka would jump back in before she could finish. "Anyways, babe, word has it that he's into you. Isn't that so cute and silly-"

"Hysterical." Maka stood up and snapped her book closed with a flick of her hand. She grabbed her tray and started to move to the entrance of the cafeteria.

Kim cut her off before she could take another step though, with her arms spread wide and moving faster than she should be able to in her boots. "Give the Red-eyed Pansy a chance."

"No." Maka tried to side step but was blocked again. "Kim, no."

"The Pansy, Maka. The Pansy! He's adorable and he's got white hair and the cutest-"

"Kim."

"- and he's literally a tool, a tool. You could slice butter with his voice, hell, you could melt it instantly. It's so damn deep-"

"Then you lay him!"

"As tempting as that sounds Maka, I've seen the way you notice him coming into the room, and I know how you follow his every move as you read that shitty poetry book of yours. He's looking for a girl named Maka at this school. Plus I know you know he's already around and I know you know I know you think I'm meddling again but Maaaakkaaaa!"

"Are you done."

"Kiss him!"

"God, Kim, I'm not going to kiss someone before having a conversation with him."

"So you are crushing!"

She swept her pigtails behind her and scowled. "I gotta go meet Marie. See you in a few." Maka managed to shuffle awkwardly around Kim, then half way ran out the building.

Kim placed her hand onto her hip and tsked at her retreating form. As she picked up the long forgotten leaf from the table, twirling it between her fingers, a brilliant plan went off like a light bulb. Finding a stark white ball of hair easily in the crowd, she made her way swiftly towards it, pushing away the mass easily.

"Hey, pretty boy!"

"What's up, home girl! My beautiful Pink Aster!"

"Not you, BlackStar." She twirled the leaf again, pointing it at the boy who confusingly pointed at himself. "Yeah, you. Got a name, Pansy?"

"S-Soul." He looked at BlackStar for answers, but Kim snapped her fingers, bringing the attention back to herself.

"Fight him." She gestured between Star and Soul.

"Oh my god, what?!"

"You'll thank me later, hon. Yo, Star. That kid's crushing on your sister."

"He's fucking doing what?!" A vein bulged out from the jock's head.

"I'm doing what?!" Soul was beginning to resemble a tomato, and a soon to be squished one at that. "Excuse me?! Who's your sister? Who am I crushing on?"

"Maka fucking Albarn." Kim smirked as Soul visibly paled but didn't stop to watch him stutter his denial. "She hangs out in detention to keep away her fans after school." She slapped the leaf onto the table like a green light. "Hand this back to Maka would you BlackStar? And get this boy's ass in detention for me."

"Oh hell no, stay away from my sister." BlackStar couldn't be trusted with the leaf in his state, but the prospect of Maka's leaf being destroyed and her reaction was enough for BlackStar to have enough sense to clamp it between the only book he brought to school, tucking it back safely into his backpack.

"Chill, dude. I don't even know your sister." Soul scratched at the back of his head, but his eyes were already darting around the room. He bit his lip before he said, "I bet she's not even all that- Ah!"

His sandwich was knocked off the table with his own hand, landing on a passing teacher's shoe. This was just getting better and better, Kim thought. The teacher just had to be Maka's dad, Mr. Albarn.

He jerked his thumb behind his shoulder and mouthed "Detention."

And that was that. The bell rung in that moment and Kim whistled on her way to AP United States History, leaving the mess of flailing limbs behind her. She squeezed into the desk next to Maka, who asked casually if Kim needed to copy the homework again.

"Not this time." She snorted as she watched Maka search for a bookmark she wouldn't find, till later at least.