Chapter Three: Boy meets boy

"Out"

Maka blinked. Twice. Here she was, in a failed-sitting-attempt position with her butt suspended on the middle of nothing when it should be very comfortably seated on the bench, and there was Black star in front of her, wearing a dead serious face and signaling the exit with his thumb.

"Excuse me?"

"Excuse me?" The assassin mimicked the supposed new transfer 'boy' words in a gross, exaggerated manner as he tried to imitate a voice he called that of a woman's " Ha! What are you? A girl?"

The girl-boy mused. Technically yes, she was a girl. Maka unintentionally let a small smile slip on her lips and was enjoying her own little joke, when she was brought back to reality as she heard the annoying voice demand again

"I said OUT."

"Oh,"

"Nyahahaha! You must be awed by my magnificence to be left without words! Yes, succumb into my greatness!" the boy's face darkened and his voice deepened "You thought you could trick me with that?"

"No, I just…" sat here without saying anything. Was what she was going to say when Blackstar cut her off, again.

"It won't work! Not on the great god of all eras! Now get your weak ass, Kaka or whatever, from that chair and fight with your fist if you're a man!"

"It's Kam…" and she wasn't a man and her butt wasn't on the chair. It was still on mid-air.

"I said that. Now fight!"

There were exited murmurs surrounding them, all the other students had their eyes focused on the two 'boys', awaiting for the great brawl to start. Tsubaki tried in vain to persuade her partner to not fight but only got a head shake from his part.

Maka gave a long inward sigh. She had just introduced herself as the new interchange student, second cousin of herself and had expected to at least, very ordinarily get to talk with some guys and make her friends, again well.. friends.

But noooooooooo,

Black star just had to ruin the day before she could have done all that.

Maka gave another long inward sigh and felt her chest go hollow from too much air. Somewhere in her mind had known from the start that it would have come to this. But she had not really given serious thought about it. A fight wasn't a big deal, getting punched and beaten by the toughest boy in class wasn't a biggy, but she didn't really liked the idea of having to ditch class…

"We need a teacher to supervise to…" she tried

"I can do that" Stein offered from below and raising his hand. Gee thanks a lot.

"There! Now let me prove you my superiority to your little-self!"

Maka ignored him and saw from the corner of her eyes that Soul was smirking; obviously, her partner couldn't wait for her to be found out. Oh well, if she was going to have to face hell, she would not do so alone. This was war, after all.

"Then how about a fight with weapons? Sill is new too. You don't want to fight her?" 'Kam' suggested

"WHAT?!" From behind her a hoarse boy-voice screamed out. The integrants of the classroom directed stupefied glances at the new transfer 'girl'. "I mean…" Soul cleared his throat and tried again, this time, with voice that was an octave higher and had a higher pitch" WHAT?!"

"OOOOOOOOH!! I hadn't notice your measly existence! You can get beaten too!" Black star said with his usual loud voice, Maka just turned around and asked in fake concerned tone

"Have a problem, Sill?"

"Uh.. that.. lOOK, SHINIGAMI-SAMA IS GIVING AWAY FREE KISHIN SOULS WEARING A FRILLY APRON!" All heads turned simultaneously towards where Soul's finger had pointed; including Kidd's, incredulous that his honorable father would actually do that or wear that. Soul flung the latter boy down, under the bench, tugging the death god's face to be only inches away from his.

"What should I do? If I turn into my weapon form, they'll find out I'm me!" Soul whispered while everyone was occupied searching for the non-existent shinigami-sama who was supposed to be giving away free souls…in an apron.

"Well, who else would they think you are?" Kidd answered fixing back his collar.

"A pervert who is wearing a skirt, pushups, bra and girl undies with make up?"

"It can't be that bad…look at the bright side, maybe they'll just think you're gay…" Soul gave him an angry glare, and Kidd tried to mend what he had just said "…or transsexual? Only if that makes you feel better. "

The mini-deathgod caught one stray hair that had been moved from it's place. He frowned. Did it go right or left?

"Sill… We cant seem to find shinigami-sama…"

Soul popped his head out of the bench. He saw the bunch of teens looking out the window and Maka directing at him a very kind smile. That wrench.

"Maybe he is under the candle thingies. Just look a little bit at the right! Come on, you guys can find it."

And popped his head right back in.

"They'll definitely rip me into pieces and they'll feed me to cats. To cats! and… Kidd, are you counting you hair?!"

"I have to know if each side has the same amount of them," He said with a feral look on his golden eyes

"My gender identity is in line and you are counting your HAIR?!"

"It's just that I don't know where to put this one lit… Ouch!"

"There. Now please try to console me before I get stoned, will you?"

"You..you plucked it out!"

"I can make you go bald too"

"Actually that isn't a bad ide…"

"KIDD!"

"Calm down. Erm, we can just do this and that.. and wuala!"

Soul took a look at what the tech held on his hand and praised him for just creating the object of his salvation.

"My friend, you. Are. A. Genius!"

…………..

"You. Are. An. idiot"

"Wha- Why?"

"Hey"

"Is this all you could have come up with?"

Maka sneered holding Soul in his scythe form. Soul gave what would be an offended or undignified face in the unrecognizable metallic surface, taking her question as an insult and retorting defensively

"But it's brilliant! No one can recognize me like this"

"It's a ribbon So-, uh, Sill. A Ribbon"

"Yohooo?"

"And what?"

"And what? I'll tell you what. It's pink! All girls use pink. And it was Kidd's anyways" Maka scowled. How to say this…She knew that her partner was very sensitive about any topic regarding his fashion sense. He wouldn't even hear her when she commented that the headband was kind of girly… How could she tell him that the ribbon didn't look good on him without hurting his feelings? And anyways, why for pete's sake, would have Kidd had a pink lace with him?

"Sill, look, you are.. an extremely dangerous, very sharp and scary looking scythe with a pink ribbon."

"The prettiest one in death city!" he said proudly

"Sill, you aren't getting the poi…"

"You lowly creatures dare to ignore me? Suffer heavenly retributioooooooooooon"

All of a sudden the assassin leaped over the unready pair, who met the assault with a hurried swing and began running to gain time.

"This… is… all… your.. fault!" Soul managed to say as his scythe head was forcibly brought back and front every time Maka made a light jump over the sprawled rocks that had previously been part of the floor before the show off had smashed them to bits.

" Wh- What did I do?"

"You… involved… me…in.. this.. stupid fight! " Said Soul panting and trying in vain to get a hold of his precious ribbon with no hands, as Maka rolled her eyes and wondered if weapons could breath. Through what? Metallic pores?

"I'll get you…"

"Since when do you complain about getting into a fight?"

"Since… KYAAAAA!" Soul AKA Sill, shrieked as he saw a giant lump of concrete ready to squash him into recyclable material. Maka avoided the contact and rolled off onto a side just to meet her partner with very wide eyes

"Did you just said 'kyaa'?"

"I'll kill you…"

"No, I didn't!" The weapon played innocent. Dang, the voice trainings hours with Kidd had probably become habit…

"You did!" Maka said as she burst laughing

"I did no…"

"DON'T IGNORE ME!!!" Black star shouted almost pleadingly and replaced Tsubaki with one of the giant peaks that had been part of the left wing of the school.

"Black star don't!"

"Oh shi-"

In that precise moment, three things happened at the same time; almost as if in slow motion. One, Soul transformed into his human form and positioned himself in front of Maka as a reflex, to protect his meister. Two, Kidd suddenly appeared out of nowhere and gave a very horrified shriek seeing the symmetry of his perfect school ruined, took out his two weapons on an impulse and shot the crazed assassin who was still holding the massive lead thorn with his death canon, sending him flying towards Soul as a super fast pitched baseball would. And three, everyone witnessed the most romantic kissing scene ever seen in all death city's history:

Black star tackling the new girl called Sill, and landing (better said, smacking) his lips directly on Soul's.

The slapping sound practically echoed through the suddenly quiet battle ground.

Finally after an awkward silence, the lips parted, and somewhere in the distance, a single hysterical laugh made it's way through the throng of people; It was clearly Stein's.

Soul weakly mumbled in total shock,

"My .. my first kiss…"

And Black star promptly blushed.

………….

Dozen red roses, a letter, one very big poster that said his alias and ….an autograph. All in the middle of the hall, blocking the path of many. It was obvious from whom it was.

No.

Soul repeatedly screamed the single negation word in his mind, which had been infested with the thought that this might be what he thought it was…?

No. It couldn't be.

The scythe gave a tell-me-it's-not-true look to his black haired friend but only received a pitying shake of a head as an answer, shattering all his hopes.

"But I'm sure that Blac…"

"Don't." Soul's red eyes turned even redder; if that is possible "Say. That. name"

And silence was what he got. However right after the tranquil moment, Kidd heard a slight crack resound the hall they were in. Realizing too late it had been the weapon's sanity that had just shattered once he had suddenly remembered the whole root of his misery, the death god found himself knocked down on the floor in a blink of an eye with all the gifts thrown off to the air,

"…YOU!" Soul hollered as he threw himself on the death god with a wild look on his eyes, and straddled himself in a comfortable position on Kidd's belly to choke him more efficiently; all without even bothering to see if his skirt covered his bum at all,

"This was all your fault, wasn't it?…DO SOMETHING! " He demanded as the death god wiggled underneath him and tried to escape from his friend who had just turned into an animal. No , even animals were kinder…

The massive group of people that had previously been wandering off because their path had been blocked by all the presents, began shifting their direction and gathered around the couple, to watch the spectacle, take a few photos and let occasional wolf whistles on the air. It wasn't every day you got to see the son of the ruler of death city making out with a girl in the middle if the main hall, wasn't it?

But the two boys who didn't notice any of the occasional camera flashes and 'get a room' commentaries that the people were throwing, were too busy: one, in trying to save himself from the death by breath-loss; and two, strangling an answer out of the other.

"gurg.. I …didn't do anything.." The one on top shot him a deathly glare. One that even death himself would have wanted to run away with it's tail in between, if it had any, if it had seen it. After thinking it very calmly, Kidd decided it would be wiser to admit/confess what he had done "Yes, I know I was the one who forced Black star on you but…"

"I SAID DON'T SAY THAT NAME!"

" .. but it was his fault for destroying the school and anyways, he is just too conceited. And since he is an asymmetrical, idiotic egocentric moron, maybe he will just give up.. or even forget! He has a small brain after all… And it's inconceivable that one can fall in love with a simple kiss, only a naive idiot would do that. Oh wait…"

Soul was just about to shove his fist through the mini-death god's mouth when he paused as he noticed a small piece of paper descending in a very gentle, fleeting manner; he caught it and read it; it was in written in cursive :

"Eeny, meeny, miny moe

You are mine 'cause I (god) said it so!

Even if you squeal, cry, scream, or squabble,

I'll never ever EVER, let you go

Eeny, meeny, miny moe

I command you to go out with me,

and that is al.

With godly love, BlACKSTAR

PS. Write me!*"

That was just enough to make Soul faint.

The two weeks simply didn't look any near to their end.

End

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Author notes:

Phew! Finally. Hehe, hope you enjoyed the chap XD.

Ok, so first, I want to thank all reviewers, you guys are my inspiration :P.

Two; you'll probably find some (or many) gram errors, I'll apologize in advance, but I seriously can't help it (my mother language is other).

Uhmm, just for the ones who are curious or worrying. I won't only write about Soul's adventures (if they can be called that), I will also put a lot of Maka-suffering moments. The art of torture never discriminates gender, after all (evil grin).

Still, please tell me how you like it, uh... tell me your opinion, questions, whatever so.. uh..… so don't forget to review!!! (or may black star kiss you. Oh, wait…)