"So, Maka, wanna go to taco-bell for lunch?"asked soul
"Sure, why not?" Replied Maka.
It was Sunday and soul wanted to go to lunch with Maka.
"I'm bored Maka!" Soul complained, leaning against a wall.
"I'm so sorry about your boredom of me." Maka snapped.
"Find something to amuse me with." The red-eyed boy sighed.
"Like what?"
"I could think of a few things…" He licked his lips, smirking at the girl.
"Maka-Chop!" The girl slammed one of the many textbooks she was carrying down on Soul's head.
"Damn it Maka! I was joking!" Maka rolled her eyes.
Then Maka stiffened in surprise.
"Did you hear that?"
"Just my brain screaming in pain."
"No, it sounded more like Blackstar."
"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" The mentioned boy cursed, screeching his feet to a stop when he saw his two friends. "You hafta hide me!" He pleaded.
"What did you do man?" Soul asked.
"I was hanging out with Kid, and I decided that I could try to dye out the three white stripes that annoy him so much." Black-Star started to explain.
"Did it not work or something?" Maka tilted her head.
"Oh, it worked."
"Then wouldn't Kid be clinging on to you like a five year old to their mother, or Maka's father onto her."
"Don't make me chop you again." The girl threatened.
"Well…the thing is." Black-Star scratched his head. "The part of the hair that got dyed wasn't the stripes."
"So you made his hair a different shade of black?"
"Not exactly."
"What do you me-"
"BLACKSTAR I WILL FRIGGIN KILL YOU YOU LITTLE FUCK!"
"SHIT!" Yelled Blackstar and started running.
Just then a pink haired shinigami ran up to them and practically gave Soul whiplash as he grabbed him by the collar.
"Where the fuck is he, the little urchin?"
All Soul could do was point. Kid ran of in the direction he pointed screaming "BLACKSTAR COME BAXK AND FACE YOUR DEATH SENTENCE!"
"So, taco-bell?" Maka asked.
"Sounds like a plan." The albino replied.