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The Doom Club
Maka's back was starting to hurt from the hard metal chair she was sitting on. She was excited to introduce her club, but wasn't particularly interested in what any of the other clubs had to offer, especially not in these back-breaking chairs. Tsubaki walked over to Death and whispered into his ear. "Talk dirty to me, eh?" A freshman behind Maka whispered. She was getting sick of all these horny boys. They should just all be set on fire. Death looked like he was arguing with Tsubaki over something, probably about the rules. He sighed into the mic. "Will the Black Star Club please come to the stage?"
Black Star hopped onto the stage, tape across his mouth and rope tied around his arms, restraining him. That was actually pretty tame compared to the usual chains they usually restrained him in. Tsubaki must have had words with him earlier. Three freshman walked onto the stage after, followed by a shuffling Krona Gorgon. Maka was surprised that he associated with Black Star. Then again Maka didn't associate with Soul either. The freshman seemed to cower at the sight of Black Star. It was evident that he forced them to join his club against their will. Those poor, poor... stupid freshmen. Krona looked terrified too, but he always looked that way.
"Have you given your club an appropriate name?" Death asked exasperatedly, obviously not expecting Black Star back so soon. "Y-yes, we h-have..." One of the freshman answered him. "Well, spit it out already!" She turned toward the audience, addressing us. "We are The Mischief and Madness Club."
The girl looked familiar. She was fair skinned, had bone-straight black hair that was tied in two high pigtails. She was of average height and was wearing the school uniform. "Are you the club leader?" Death asked. The girl looked at the other freshmeat, I mean freshmen for answers. They all shook their heads in terror after they stopped staring at the now rabid looking Black Star. Krona seemed to be talking to himself in his own schizophrenic world, clawing at his own arms. What a freak. "I guess I am, I mean I-I am. Uh, my name is Tsugumi Harudori." Death droned off the names of the students in The Mischief and Madness Club. Maka tuned out her speech. She really didn't like that girl, she reminded her of the old Maka with her hair in pigtails and ribbons like that. Before she knew it, Love was grabbing her by the arm. "C'mon, The Doom Club has been called."
Maka recalled what they had discussed last night at Sunday's house. "But Maka will four members be enough to make a club?" Sunday asked, flipping through the TV channels, making a disgusted noise as another commercial doted on Bruce Jenner's switch to Caitlyn Jenner. Maka sympathized with her, she didn't care more or less about the transition, she just wished the media would stop obsessing over it like it was the only thing to talk about.
"We'll put in for the minimum of five club members." Maka answered. "But Soul is not a part of The Doom Club anymore." Sunday countered, she always started her sentences with "but" or "rad," it was just her thing. "I know that, but I'm sure we can find his old TDC hoodie at Doomwill. We'll just tell them that our fifth member is sick and bring in his hoodie as proof we have enough members for a club. After that we have one week to get enough members before the Student Council checks club attendance."
"But Maka that's cheating." Sunday was right. The old Maka would never cheat. The old Maka had a strong sense of justice, always went by the book, and sacrificed her all for the ones she cared about, Maka reflected. "What's that wistful look on your face for? You look constipated." Desdemona sneered interrupting Maka's flashback. "Come on let's go." Maka said. Oh right, the old Maka was dead.
