It's rather short, isn't it? Yes. Well. I'd have made it longer...but alas a nightmarish essay has crept upon me in the dark of the former night and spoke words of horror to me while I lay slumbering, and tormented me still while working. But I fought it back long enough to write this, since it has been a while. Quite a while, ne?
Sindri.
Arriving at Shibusen they found the school quiet. Silent in an eerie fashion. Their footsteps echoed in the vacant halls as they journeyed to their classroom.
Maka felt a chill run up her spine, and while surpressing the shudder, she inched unconsciously closer to her partner.
Soul, stifling the smirk that wanted to reign over his face, pretended not to notice.
Arriving at the classroom, Stein merely stared at them in the doorway for a moment, the pointer he was using was aimed directly at a student who seemed to fall into a catatonic state. The professor motioned for them to enter.
Entering and taking their customary seats, ignoring the wave of murmured gossip about why she and Soul were late and all the theories springing to life, Maka looked at the board.
Oh.
That would explain the catatonic student. There was a well detailed diagram of the human body on the board, along with explicitly graphic rules and suggestions for dissection, and labled parts. As Stein resumed his lecture, she found that he had been saying something about a subject while waving his pointer around aimlessly. It was just unfortunate luck that she and Soul had interrupted him before he could finish whatever it was he'd been saying, leaving the student his pointer just happened to be pointing at in complete terror induced coma.
"You dare steal the spotlight from me?!"
Maka jumped at the loud assault to her ears as BlackStar landed on the desk in front of Soul.
"B-BlackStar..." Tsubaki tried to get his attention.
"Yahoo! I, the man who will surpass the gods, will not have you becoming the most talked about subject of these halls!!"
"Maaaaaaaakaaaaaaa....CHOP."
Opening her book, the blonde meister began reading while Soul snickered at his friend's misfortune and leaned back with his arms behind his head.
Tsubaki apologized profusely for her meister's obnoxious behaviour. She dragged him back to the spot beside her and propped up his unconscious form.
Stein was about to continue on with his grotesquely visually worded lecture when Spirit strode in. The professor immediately noted the absence of his sempai's normal mischievious smile, and confident stride. The DeathScythe's carefree aura was gone. "Sempai?" He asked plainly.
"Maka. Soul-kun. Shinigami-sama wishes to see you."
The classroom went silent. Mouths were hanging part way open, the words frozen in likewise frozen utter seriousness of his tone made the normal enough words of invitation seem like a deathsentence.
Thus concludes this bit. Provided I survive the dark recesses of my psyche which my essay requires I enter...there shall be more bits to entertain.
