Maka walked into the classroom the next day, and the news of the attack had spread all over the school, even to the point that Maka's class enemy, Ox, was glaring at her for stealing his spotlight.
"Tch, stupid gossip is what I bet it is," Soul shrugged.
"Hey antlers!" I yell, annoyingly getting Ox's attention, "Quit glaring. Makes you get wrinkles…" I grin, walking up to his desk, "And we all know Kim hates wrinkles on her dream guy right?"
Ox's face turned a brilliant shade of red when I mentioned her name. The witch got all of Ox's love and attention and I have to personally thank her for diverting his 24/7 attention that could bore holes through you if he hated you. He is infatuated with the girl and now she has a hard time with life. I became her best friend quickly to help her through it, and knowing Kim is my best friend now. I am glad that ever since I came, I didn't get too much of his priority, am really glad that surpassing me is priority number two next to winning Kim's love. Poor her, but oh well.
He looks away in embarrassment and that gets some of my stress down. Shrugging it off, I climb up the steps to my seat and to my annoyance, see Kid and Liz and Patty on the three seats to the left of Soul and mines. And even worse, his two weapons are sitting to his left. Meaning that I have to sit with HIM with Soul on my right since he cannot even stand the guy.
Soul blushed a little when his and Liz's eyes made eye contact, and then I configured this as love at first sight. He was too busy observing Liz even after we sat down to notice the mischievous glint that appeared in my eyes.
"Yahoo!" an obnoxious voice came. I forgot, I hadn't paid attention to him. Black*Star. And his weapon, Tsubaki.
"Black*Star, calm down! I don't want to get hit with…!" Tsubaki tried to calm him down but then a scalpel lodged itself on the wall behind Black*Star, stunning the pair.
"I am getting tired of wasting my scalpels on you. You want to be dissected?" Stein glared at the teal haired boy.
He gulped and quickly shook his head. Tsubaki sweat-dropped and bowed down saying, "I am terribly sorry for this. I will try my best not to cause commotion next time, Stein-sensei."
"Your meister is the one who is supposed to be saying that," Stein grumbled and yanked his scalpel out of the wall and shot Black*Star and Tsubaki a glance.
"Go to your seats," Stein glared and once again, Tsubaki profusely apologized to sensei.
They sat behind us and I felt irritated. I just remembered that idiot who called himself god now has the chance to irritate me. I swivel and say, "You irritate me one more time and you get the 'wrath'."
I held up my dictionary which is reserved for Maka Chops only. Black Star shuddered at the memory of being hit by it on the first time I saw him, and since that day I dubbed him as an egotistical idiot who wants nothing more than the world in the palm of his hand.
He quickly nodded and then Stein started his lecture, and I quickly brought out my notebook for notes. The moment Stein sensei opened his mouth to speak my pencil made contact with paper.
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[Normal POV]
Soul noticed, that how Kid was watching Maka more than Stein. He was just splitting Maka into symmetrical images and drooling over how neat her handwriting is so neat. Although Kid had interior feelings underneath his OCD obsession, Soul thought otherwise, and the tip of his mechanical pencil lead broke out of sheer anger at the thought of Kid abusing Maka.
He needed to talk to Kid about this.
[Timeskip – lunchtime]
Maka went to lunch with Black*Star, Tsubaki, Liz and Patty, leaving Soul and Kid in the empty classroom together. Kid was having and OCD mental fit about symmetrically putting his supplies away in his bag.
Just as he was going to summon his skateboard, Beelzebub, Soul called out, "Oi."
Kid turned around and grimaced, "What do you want?"
"I saw you looking at my meister. And let me tell you, I am warning you to stop," Soul glared at Kid.
"Why? Plan on marrying her?" Kid asked, feeling pain shoot through his chest and he clutched it. It wasn't physical pain, it was emotional.
"No, but let me tell you, she had gone through a lot," Soul mocked Kid, "and I am not going to let the same thing happen to her again."
Kid looked confused.
"You know why she hates boys so much?" Soul asked.
"Why?" Kid asked.
"This is a secret I am going to tell you and you only. You tell anyone I am going to slit your throat or make you suffer slow pain," Soul glared.
Kid gulped, but nevertheless held his ground and nodded.
"Her father cheated on her mother. Because of her father's womanizing ways, her mother divorced and left her, several years ago. She hadn't see her since. The only things she gets from her mother is postcards," Soul finished, "And the only thing she thinks of men is players who will throw her away when she isn't useful anymore."
"Well she trusts you," Kid pointed out, feeling jealous.
"Yeah, symmetrical OCD freak, she sure as hell does. And it was after EIGHT YEARS of constant dedication to prove her that I want to really be there for her. Finally she caved in and trusted me," Soul glared, "I knew she wouldn't fall in love with me and I accepted that. But I do not want her to end up with someone who loves her for her outward looks. She is still my meister."
Kid felt offended. How could Soul group him with lovesick boys?
"Don't play dumb. I bet in your mind you are going on and on about how Maka is SO SYMMETRICAL all the time from her appearances and the way she dresses. But I do not know if you ever fall for how her kind nature is. And if that is all you care about, her looks, then I am not letting you have her," Soul glared.
With that said and done, Soul left the classroom and left a stunned Death the Kid with his schoolbag in his hands.
[Afterschool]
Kid watched as Maka proclaimed that she would be the one to make dinner that night since she was tired of eating noodles two days in a row, and how Soul acted like a baby when she said no to ramen noodles.
"Hey, Kid? What's up? You are so out of it," Liz sent a worried glance at her meister.
"Nothing," Kid swiftly turned on his heels.
"Sis, I wanna watch Looney Toons on CN tonight!" Patty laughed and giggled like a baby.
Liz sweat dropped and chided her sister, "Patty, Kid is not in the mood. Bug him later."
Patty pouted but then died down her childishness a notch.
"Kid, spill it. I know you are hiding something from me and I will find out by the end of today so you might want to save yourself trouble and spill it NOW," Liz glared at her meister.
Kid gulped and knew Liz was right. Every time he tried to keep something a secret from her, Liz ended up wheedling it out of him. And it was a big blow on him.
"What do you think about Maka?" Kid asked.
"Hell a lot better than most of the girls at DWMA," Liz smiled, and then frowned, "Why?"
"Why do you favor her?" Kid asked.
"Because she is a very rational person. The other girls are drooling over your looks and it is sickening, to be honest. Girls who likes boys for their looks are scums," Liz blanched.
"Am I a scum?" Kid murmured.
This caught Liz off-guard and she said, "What?!"
"Am I a scum?" Kid repeated.
"Why would you say that?" Liz chided her meister.
"Am I a scum for admiring Maka's symmetry?" Kid now felt guilt eat him and felt that Soul's words were hitting the core perfectly which was weird knowing that Soul in every way was asymmetrical and lousy and a creep.
"Well…depends…is that all you see in Maka? If the answer is yes then you are scum," Liz said.
"I admire her symmetry, but I feel more than just looks, but I don't know what," Kid unconsciously put a hand on his heart.
Liz let out a big sigh of relief and knew her meister wasn't really drooling over image. Sure he might admire symmetrical girls but he likes really what their personality is inside. She had to agree with her meister that Maka is different from those girls, so no matter her meister is developing a foreign feeling in his heart.
Liz smirked but decided not to prod Kid any more than she can.
"I now officially know that you aren't scum," Liz chuckled, as she followed her younger sister and meister home.
[Death Room]
"Kishin Asura is coming and drawing even closer," Shinigami-sama paced back and forth, a surprising contrast to his cheery one.
"What are we going to do about it? Should we send someone?" Spirit asked.
"Maka and Death the Kid should go, alone," Shinigami-sama decided.
"B-But you can't be serious! Maka is just a meister! How are two meisters going to bring Asura down?!" Spirit was losing his head now.
"Have you forgotten? Your daughter is half weapon and half meister. If she can fully awaken her weapon blood and find a decent meister, which I hope will be Kid, then fighting off Asura will not be a problem," Shinigami-sama chided his weapon.
Spirit nodded but said, "This will be tricky, trying to awaken her weapon blood. I mean, she wants to be like her mother and her mother only after our divorce."
"Well that is your fault for making her only pursue being a meister," Shinigami-sama hit Spirit on the head, "But there is always called something called 'training' that we can have her do."
"And that is?" Spirit asked.
"We can ask her to come afterschool to focus on her energy flow and after several sessions she can finally become a weapon," Shinigami-sama felt proud of himself for a minute, "And she can read all about the history of weapons."
"That might be useful," Spirit groaned, clutching his head.
"Very," Shinigami-sama looked proud of himself.
"So when are you going to send them?" Spirit asked.
Shinigami-sama raised his hand and Spirit cowered back in fear. "I do not plan on sending them anytime soon."
"O-Okay," he was practically praying in his mind for someone to have pity on him to let him live.
"Until then, she just has to find out her power," Shinigami-sama agreed with himself.
"When do you want to ask Maka for training?" Spirit asked, clutching his head which was now throbbing. He didn't want to get another Shinigami Chop. So he decided to stay as rational as he could, and not try to provoke Shinigami-sama as much as possible.
Instead of hitting him on the head, Shinigami-sama lowered his hand and then stroked his mask to think of a time. Flashing a peace sign he said, "Maybe I can call her in Tuesday!"
"Papa will go call her!" Spirit now had an excuse to see her.
"On the other hand, please DON'T," Shinigami-sama sand and looked at his mirror, "I will just call her through a mirror."
Spirit went into a corner of loneliness, and started to wail loudly. At this moment, Kid and his weapons decided to show up, right when the drama was being staged with a spotlight. Liz groaned and said, "Good death, again? I thought he was done with this."
"Eh don't worry, he will be fine once he goes to a bar and flirts with TWENTY LADIES like Maka-chan said, right?" Shinigami-sama casted a glare at Spirit, and Spirit sobbed even louder.
"Dear death," Kid sighed.
"LOL look he is forming a pool of tears!" Patty pointed to the big puddle forming and by golly was she right. Kid sighed and then took his seat in his special 'chair' that he had made specifically for him to make sure that it was perfectly built to be symmetrical.
Liz sat Indian-style on the floor painting her toe-nails and reading gossip magazines to wait while her toes dried and Patty went ahead and colored messy 'asymmetrical' giraffes on a huge piece of paper with crayons again. Kid sighed in frustration and decided to focus on the mirror rather than Patty's infuriating lack of symmetry in her art.
[Maka and Soul's apartment: Meanwhile…]
"Ahh I feel so good!" Maka said as she and Soul cleaned the dishes.
"Why? You finally finished reading a thick book?" Soul raised an eyebrow. But then again, Maka would be slightly disappointed that 'good times' flew by so fast and then she would be really sad that she will never find a thick book as good as the previous one again.
"No…for once we didn't have noodles!" Maka chirped, and Soul groaned.
"Noodles never gets old, Maka!" He whined childishly before making his way for his bedroom. The door clicked and snoring was heard three minutes later and Maka shook her head in mock concern saying, "He never grows up, does he?"
Suddenly the kitchen mirror clouded and Shinigami-sama was flashing a peace sign saying, "Yo, Maka! Wassup~!"
"I should be asking you the same thing, Shinigami-sama," Maka said with alarm in her voice.
"Ehh~? Well I kinda have a favor for you to do…" Shinigami-sama awkwardly scratched his head, and Maka could feel the atmosphere tense up, and she knew who this was. Kid was getting jealous that his honorable father was asking someone else for help.
"If it is a mission, you should ask your son to do it. He looks like he could snap a tree in half…" Maka tilted her head to the side in curiosity.
Kid blushed and went back to normal. Weird… Maka thought, but oh well.
"Not a mission, no…" Shinigami-sama stroked his mask again with his huge hand, "But rather some training to do. Come afterschool on Tuesday, if that is all right with you. I hope that you aren't struggling with getting the workload done…"
Maka followed his probing gaze and found out that Shinigami-sama was looking at her tall stack of books. Maka chuckled and said, "No they aren't my text books, they are the books I have in my personal library. I take them out by the handful to read."
"You have a big library?" Kid asked from his chair.
"No, just one big bookcase that has my favorite classics. I still go to the library to get books I don't have, if that is what you are wondering," Maka shrugged her shoulders, "I love reading!"
"AND IT WAS BECAUSE OF ME SHE DOES!" Spirit jumped up from his drama corner and stole the spotlight again.
"Here we go again, more nonsense," Shinigami-sama sighed and prepared his hand for another discipline chop on the head, hopefully enough to knock him out for six hours this time.
"As much as I am very depressed to admit it, he is right," Maka sighed.
"Maka you are so mean!" Spirit tried to stick his head through the mirror but ended up hitting his head with the preventive barrier.
Maka took a step back and said, "Whatever you old pervert. I bet you are going to forget me when you go to a bar and get in a lady's pants tonight."
Spirit freezes and the comically sobs silently in his drama corner which is already drenched in his tears, making Kid sigh in frustration on how he is going to now make this room symmetrical again, now that Spirit ruined one corner of the room.
"Well, yes, Shinigami-sama, I will come on Tuesday, if that is what you wanted to talk to me about," Maka sighed, completely ignoring her father.
"All right, thanks Maka-chan! See you~!" Shinigami-sama flashed out a peace sign before the mirror clouded back to normal.
Maka sighed and went and got ready for bed.
Meanwhile Maka slept in peace, Soul was disturbed greatly. Maybe he was too harsh on the young reaper, but it doesn't matter. Kid doesn't know Maka's secret and might want to possess her for being Kami's daughter.
Soul doesn't know who to trust and who not to trust, not with the world looking at Maka with lust-filled eyes.
Soul sighed with irritation and turned around in his messy bed and thought, only time will tell. He gave Kid a good warning and will not let him take advantage of his meister.
Clenching his fist in determination, he drifted off to sleep, and finally, there was peace and quiet in the apartment that the meister and weapon shared.
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TBC
