DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER
Maka seethed as she feel on her bed in agitation. Her thigh was wrapped in a bandage, courtesy of Tsubaki. Soul was most likely in his room or on the roof being mad at the world for failing her. This brought her even more anger, she was weak. Scared of a Kishin coming at her, she was Maka Albarn. Strongest weapon miester overseer there was an owner of a Grigori soul. Maka fell back against her pillow in distaste. If only she could be a weapon miester, then Soul and the others wouldn't have to worry about her so much. And the look on Soul's face when the monster attacked her, it was demonic. His eyes were redder than ever and his teeth barred. The image had frightened her so much. Even the way he held her, so protective that no one had even tried to go near her until he had given permission.
Maka had been asleep for a good. Few hours, only having been home since three. Her whole room was shrouded in darkness, no sound but the opening of her balcony doors. Maka woke from her slight slumber careful to keep her intruder thinking she was asleep. What ruined her facade was the sharp gasp she received when bright red eyes appeared in front of her. Without thinking she slashed at the creatures face with the hardback book she kept under her pillow. Soul helped as he fell to the floor howling in pain.
"Soul, I'm so sorry, are you ok?" she asked looking over her bed.
"For a Grigori that can sense souls, you suck at memorizing my soul signature." Soul chuckled as he pushed her to the side so he could lie down. The two remained in silence until Soul poked her ankle with his foot.
"That was for giving me a concussion." he said before pulling the covers over his head. Both knew that school that day would be harsh, considering their lack of sleep.
Maka groaned as Ragnorok once again threw a paper plane at her. His master, Crona seemed to allow his servant to run free giving Maka more of a reason to hate the giant weapon miester. She had seen the way Ragnorok had treated the boy. Even Soul had told her about the abuse both the mother and the giant servant had caused him. But Soul had also warned her about the timid pink haired child.
"The kids nuts Maka, don't trust him." Soul had warned.
"He seems normal to me Soul." she had replied as they watched the two enter the school. Shibusen Academy was a school reserved just for weapon miesters and their overseer. To the world it was a prestigious academy, but, to those who were chosen to get in. It was much more.
"Soul's right Maka he just looks unstable." Tsubaki whispered to her friend.
"Read his soul, then tell us if we're wrong or not." Liz said as she leaned against the wall beside the now pigtailed blonde. Maka sighed as she straightened her school uniform. The girls were required to wear a white blazer with a blue skirt and the boys wore a white jacket with a blue tie and matching blue pants. But back to the task at hand. Maka examined Crona's soul with a gasp. Surrounding the lanky teen was a black soul. She had never seen a soul like it before, causing her itch for knowledge to peak.
"I have to go to the library." she whispered causing Soul to groan. Patty laughed as the group of friends watched the young Grigori run down the hall to the large library on the school campus.
"Liz, I will kill you later, right now I have to stop a rampaging bookworm. Oi tinytits!" Soul yelled as he chased after her.
"Ah, young love , pathetic." Liz smiled as she helped her sister up and looked to their overseer. Kid was currently on the floor as Blackstar repeated how his stripes were making I'm unsymmetrical.
"Blackstar, stop teasing our overseer, it's time for class. Oh and Kid, I'm out of pink nail polish." she finished as she dragged the two to class leaving only Tsubaki and Blackstar in the hallway.
"Well, shall we head to class as well?" Tsubaki asked with a smile.
"Nah, I'll skip. They can't possibly be teaching something the great Blackstar doesn't already know." the hyper assassin wanna be laughed.
"Of course Blackstar, I'll take notes for you." she bowed before watching her overseer run off.
Maka smiled as she found the book on souls she had been searching for. Behind her sat a grumpy Soul Eater, jumping each time a book was placed beside him.
"Maka are you done yet?" he asked as he opened one of his eyes to look at her. As usual her nose was in a book as she tried to locate Crona's soul type.
"Almost, you don't have to stay here you know." she laughed as he stretched and yawned.
"No way, you're not leaving my sight until we figure out why the Kishin bastards want you dead, you know besides the usual." Soul answered as he leaned his chair back on two legs. Maka shrugged as she flipped another page with a disappointed scowl. They had been in here for three hours, skipping most of the mandatory classes. Which wasn't like Maka at all. She really wanted to figure out the soul thing and all that jazz. Soul sighed as he leaned closer to her and kissed her cheek.
"Maka, as your servant, I refuse to let any harm come to you." he whispered effectively pausing his masters reading. Soul gently touched her wounded thigh before sighing.
"This will never happen again." he told her before sitting back in his respected chair. Maka nodded before gently closing her now finished book and slamming it onto the albino's head.
"Damn it woman!" he yelped holding his head in pain.
"Sit up right Soul, you'll break the chair." she growled before standing to find another book.
"Why did she in trust you with this?" Ragnorok asked as he and Crona hid behind a bookcase. Apparently, Maka was still learning how to use her perception skills or they would have been found by now. A crazed smile graced Crona's face as he began to giggle.
"She wants her dead, we have to get rid of the boy, we have to kill Grigori." Crona muttered as he turned to his weapon miester.
"You know what to do Ragnorok, " Crona smiled.
"Boop bee, kill Evans, kill him dead!" the weapon miester smiled as Crona giggled madly beside him, both Gorgons smiling crazed.
"Sid, your dread locks are asymmetrical, fix them." Kid ordered as the class paused for the sixth time that hour. Sid sighed as he counted backwards from ten. Nygus had given him a strict lecture and some pills before the lesson containing the politician's son began.
"Kid, my dread locks are fine, now please pay attention to the lesson." Sid said as Patty raised her hand.
"Yes Patty." the teacher said exhausted.
"Why doesn't any of the presidents ride giraffes, their type of horsey." the youngest Thompson asked.
"Patty, why don't you draw me a picture of your favorite president; riding a giraffe?" Liz asked sensing the teachers growing agitation.
"Okay big sis." Patty smiled before beginning on her drawing.
"Thank you Liz, now can anyone tell me who won the French Indian war?" Sid asked before the classroom door flung open.
"I the great Blackstar win again!" he laughed as he tossed a blonde teen with dazed blue eyes into the room. Hiro was Blackstar's favorite grainy tool. No one challenged to replace him. Sid sighed as he fell into his chair; it was no use teaching this certain class
