Hey guys! So I've been updating compulsively, and probably will continue to do so. Thanks for all of the reviews! If you've been noticing a ton of spelling errors in my work, trust me, I use a program that isn't equipt with automatic autocorrect, so I apologize for any spelling errors that might have occured.
"So you guys got your first soul together?" Kid asked, staring compulsively at Yoru. There was one thing that Kid loved about her.
She was so symmetrical!
Wait.
Her hair.
Even though Yoru kept her hair in a tight ponytail, Kid couldn't help but notice it.
Her bangs. They were asymmetrical.
"Yeah, it was pretty easy actually-" The meister began, but jumped once Kid had lunged at her.
"Woah, what are you doing?" Soul asked, taken aback. It probably had something to do with symmetry, but it only just came to mind that nobody had bothered to tell Yoru of Kid's obsession.
"Her hair- so close, but yet so far-"
"How's Crona doing? Did you check on him?" Liz asked, playing with her food. Soul nodded.
"I checked on him yesterday. He's doing pretty good, but you can tell that he's shaken up." Just as Soul finished speaking, Kid pulled away from Yoru, her bangs now parted perfectly down the middle.
"Ah, symmetry..." Kid mused to himself. "Her shirt is already symmertical, bearing my father's mask, and her socks are also symmertical, both ending just above the knee. And her jacket, the triangle on the back, the immpediment of symmetry..."
"So does this guy have some sort of symmetry fetish?" Yoru asked bluntly. The others nodded.
As you may be able to tell, Black*Star and Tsubaki were not present.
Because, as always, it was necessary for Black*Star to make an entrance.
"It is I, the almightly-" He began, but was once again shut down by the red haired meister.
"I already don't like you. Stop pushing it." She grumbled. The table fell into dead silence.
"What's your problem, anyway?" Black*Star asked, shoving himself in her face. She set down her fork, refusing to look up.
"I could ask you the same thing." She scoffed. She looked up, for the first time seeing eye to eye with him.
He had the same eyes.
"Tsubaki. Transform." Black*Star said, grinning mischeiviously. Tsubaki, however, seemed more than against this.
"Black*Star, needless violence isn't the answer!" She cried, but the attention had already been taken from her. All eyes were set on the red haired meister as she stood up.
"Soul." She said gruffly.
"Listen Yoru, I'm all for a good fight, but somebody could actually get hurt-" He was cut off by the rattling of a chain.
"You ready to fight, Wolfie?" Black*Star taunted. Yoru felt herself break out on a coldsweat. She clenched her fists tightly. As much as she'd hated the time spent with her father, she had him to thank for her battle strategy.
"You're on, Star*Clan." The moment she'd said these words, Black*Star's eyes widened.
"What?"
"You heard me. And I'll fight you right here, weapon or no weapon."
"Bring it on!" Black*Star shouted angrily. He was clearly attempting to make the first move. "Speed*star!"
Nobody was more shocked than him when she grabbed hold of his wrist.
Her punch seemed to knock the wind out of him.
"You aren't the only meister who can attack directly with their soul's wavelength." She scoffed angrily. Black*Star got up once again.
"I didn't want it to come to this." Black*Star smiled angrily. "But you've given me no choice."
"No Black*Star, don't do it!"
"Tsubaki. Enchanted sword mode."
"Right."
Strange marking appeared over his face. His attitude seemed to have changed, which Yoru became quickly wary of.
"Shadow*Star!"
A bounty of shadows came zooming after her. What was this? Was this guy using shadows as a weapon?
"Okay you two, that's enough." They heard a familliar voice scoff.
Oh man. We're screwed. Literally. Black*Star thought to himself, seeing the screw headed teacher near.