Please forgive my late update, quoting one of my good friends, my laptop kept being derpy. So I hope I'll be able to make up for the lost time with this chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't need a disclaimer... Which kinda defeats the purpose seeing as Disclaimer was put before that statement.
The following weeks were rather boring and dull for the Soul Stealers, the lack of missions were putting a weight of stress on the members. The group's trust foundation seemed to be a battleground. Especially the men of the group, the boys would get into constant fights and would always end up with bruises and cuts, all of the injuries administered by none other than Nico.
The lack of action only pent up their frustrations and thus making arguments more likely to occur and over the most miniscule things. Though Damien protested that Dr. Pepper was his life's meaning in a brown fizzy liquid.
Though the women weren't doing so hot either. Much like the boys, the girls would argue for some things, but mostly legitimate reasons such as Evia staying up way too long, Akari dragging her sword on the carpet and cutting it, and for some unknown reason, music being blasted out of a speaker from no general location in the room. They have yet to find the source of the music, even with the aid of the lion witch's ears... Which he still wasn't useful seeing as he would just complain, hold clutch his ears and crumble to the floor in the fetal position.
It was safe to say that the rogues needed missions to stop everyone from being at each other's throats.
"Alright guys, I'm off to work." The black haired weapon smiled as he left the room and waved goodbye to his roommates. Having a job seemed to be his excuse to leave the others to fight while he earned money for himself. He smiled imagining the chaos that would ensue later. Possibly over Striker getting bored and hanging one of them upside down out of boredom.
The white haired boy still sat on his bed with the sketch book in hand, despite his calm demeanor, the others were already in a war.
"Why are you freaking out?!" The red eyed meister asked, backing into the wall away from the Reaper's cousin. Ice had a menacing look directed at the bag Cruise clutched in his hand. Striker, being glad he got out of the crossfire, stood next to Salem and peaked at his drawing.
"Hey isn't that uh..." He tried to put a name on the picture he was looking at. "That girl with the sword!" Before the white haired boy could correct him with the proper name, the bag Damien held was sliced opened and spilled it's contents all over the floor. Peanuts.
The Shinigami Scythe began stomping on the snacks and crushing them to dust under his boots. Leaving the crazed meister to stare in confusion over the reason for such hatred on the nuts.
"What the fuck man...?" Cruise asked as he began to clean up the mess.
"I hate peanuts..." The golden eyed weapon responded, leaving the room and ignoring the questions shot at him for his reasons why.
"It's so boring here!" The green eyed girl shouted for the fifteenth time since getting back from a jog five minutes ago. "I want to kill some Kishins!"
"We can't get any missions due to the academy putting up more security and causing our little spies to retreat back to us in fear of getting caught." Nico replied, making Jo and Lux's escape plan seem more cowardice than tactical. "Why don't you use this small break to train and sharpen your skills?"
"I have been, I jog all the way to the mountains and cut up rocks and come back here, it's still not enough. More than you've been doing, you just sit there and stare at the wall." The black haired woman glared back Evia with an intense stare.
"Hmmm, seems that your soul constantly gives off a unique wavelength that can't match up with any normal meister, that explains how you seem to burn everyone around you." Said weapon stared in disbelief at the quick analysis done with a single stare. Before she could say anything back and continue the argument, another girl spoke up.
"Will you two stop, we can't always be fighting." Melody sighed as she brushed her golden blonde hair. Being a kind girl, it takes a lot for her to get annoyed and speak out. Sensing the oncoming fight, the swordswoman stealthily left the room.
"Wonder what the guys are up to." Akari asked herself as she opened the door to their room. Choosing to pay no heed to the other three men, the black haired swordswoman made her way to the white haired Scythe meister.
"Hey Salem, whatcha doing?" The young boy kept with his drawing and replied in his usual tone.
"Drawing." From her perspective, Akari could not see what he was drawing, but could still make out his hand smoothly moving the pencil to sketch out details.
"Can I see it?" The meister easily complied and turned his sketch book around to show what seemed to be a great portrait of herself.
"It's me..." The swordswoman felt the blood reach her cheeks and add a tint of pink to her face. The white haired boy nodded. Unbeknownst to Akari, Salem had a blush form under his mask. "It looks great, can I try one of you." Her question seemed to be rhetorical after having both pencil and sketch book ripped out of his hands.
Striker and Ice watched the two make small talk while Akari drew a portrait for the masked boy.
"Aw, my meister has a small crush." Ice smiled while jokes to tease the two popped in both their minds.
"Wanna go mess with Roy while he works?" The lion asked.
"Yes."
"You sure you can walk on your own, Lux?" The Claymore asked as she stepped out of the Taxi and watched her meister struggle to properly stand.
"I'll be fine, I just need some tea, the strong kind." After regaining a strong composure, the green haired meister scanned the streets for any coffee shop and noticed a familiar set of ears with three piercings. "I think I found Striker..."
"Where'd he go and why should we care?" Lux stretched and looked at the shop they went into.
"He went into a café, let's go in and have him pay for our orders." The blonde chuckled and followed her partner in. They found the lion witch sitting at a table with a black haired boy with spikes.
"Hey Striker, funny running into you here." Lux feigned innocence and sat down at their table along with Josephine.
"Do I know you...?" Both Striker and Ice asked, Ice's excuse being that he hadn't met them yet.
"Welcome Masters and Mistress-Ah not this shit again..." Roy deadpanned at seeing the familiar troublemakers. "Wait, Jo and Lux?" Upon noticing Nico's weapon being in formal wear at a cosplay café, both women couldn't help snicker.
"Nico's tough little weapon works as a butler in a café... That's priceless!"
"Whatever, what do ya want, and Striker, be warned, I might spit in your order." The Gun Blade glared, still not forgetting the antics over the weeks.
"Get me the strongest tea you have." The green haired girl asked. The rest of the three orders were just simple glasses of water, the black haired boy returned to the kitchen and emerged later with the beverages. Afterwards, the Gun Blade sat along with them as usual using the break excuse.
"So how's everything?"
"Not good, we only managed to check out at least three missions before we left the DWMA, and thanks to Lux's little coma play, she's been a bit frail lately." Josephine explained.
"I can still fight!" Her mesiter protested.
"But at a slower pace than usual. By the way, who's he?" Jo pointed at Ice, nonchalantly sipping his water.
"That's Salem's new weapon, Ice, he's also-fuck!" The black haired boy ducked under the table to avoid being seen by something, leaving the four others confused about his sudden action. Striker was the first to say something.
"Why did you do that?" From under the table Roy explained.
"To reward our customers for visiting 100 times, we allow them to have a free date with one of our workers of their choosing... I have a stalker so..." The group nodded in understanding and looked around for the creeper. A shifty eye girl was the dead give away for the stalker. A redheaded girl with brown eyes, looking left and right for her favorite butler.
"Why don't you want her, she looks nice." Ice asked the table as to not seem suspicious.
"I have my reasons..." The Gun Blade blushed as he waited patiently for her to leave. The four began to chat idly and drink their beverages while keeping a lookout for the girl to leave.
"She's been here for about half an hour now, I think your break won't last as long as her patience." Jo added her little insight.
"The manager understands that I can take as long as I want hiding away from her."
"Wow, she's that bad?" Striker stared at her again and made accidental eye contact. Her glare sent shivers down his spine and froze him in place.
"Her stare is evil..." After more waiting passed, the black haired boy sighed and rubbed his temples, he was getting tired and restless being under the table in the same position.
"Fuck it, Striker, pick me up and leave." The lion was confused as always but realized what he meant when they all saw a flash of crimson from under the table. The witch picked up the Gun Blade and gladly walked out of the café. The others followed him and explained that the lion witch was a cosplayer.
"I just realized we never paid for our orders and you didn't clock out." Lux pointed out. Roy's relaxed face appeared on the blade.
"Don't care, they'll understand, time to head home and take those missions."
Sorry to end it right there, but I had a bit of a block before the derpiness of my computer happened and this chapter was kinda used as filler to help get me flowing normally again. So hope you guys enjoyed the little antics that was this chapter.