Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.
Wahh! Minna-san, I'm so sorry that I updated so late! From now on, the most I can probably do is update once per week. I'm really, really, really sorry for the sudden notice...
The DWMA guild was a cheery place to be for weapons with the ambition to become a death sycthe, and for meisters wanting to become skilled fighters handling their weapons. Everyday, there were missions to be completed, classes to be done, and training to toughen the students up. However, on this paticular day, none of that happened.
Long tables filled with all varieties of treats were set up in the dining room. Brilliantly coloured streamers and balloons filled up the hallways. All of the classrooms were empty and isolated, with its usual hard-working students out partying and laughing.
Maka, of course, was no exception. She was loitering around the dining room, eyes alert and hesitant to speak to anyone apart from her usual friends. Of course, not that she would ever bother to speak to anyone else.
There was also another reason why her eyes are darting around like hungry wolves that had just lost their prey. She was staying clear of the dreaded Mr. Asymmetrical Zebra. After she'd half-strangled Soul yesterday to learn more about Kid's identity as a DWMA guild member, she had obtained the dreadful fact that he was coming to the anniversary today. And the absolute last thing Maka wanted on Earth was to bump into her so-called manager here.
"Yo, Maka!" A way too familiar voice called.
Maka almost managed to crank her head around a 180 degrees in one second flat.
"BLACK*STAR?" She hissed, both in suprise and dismay.
"Maka, you were a DWMA member?" Black*Star exclaimed as he nearly crashed into her, steadying the cup of grape juice he held in his hands.
"Same to you!" Maka retorted, still hissing violently.
"Grumpy old hag." Black*Star whined.
"Shut. Up."
"Don't wanna."
"MAKA CHO-"
"IFYOUDON'TMAKACHOPMEI'LLTELLYOUWHEREKIDIS!" Black*Star begged, seeing his life flash by across his very own eyes. "ANDTHENYOUCANAVOIDHIM!"
Maka considered the option carefully, weighing her pros and cons. After a long stretch of silence, she finally spoke.
"You'll live." Maka decided, somewhat unsatisfied. "So, where's the crybaby?"
Cowering, Black*Star whimpered. "Second floor kitchen, with Liz and Patty."
"Hmm."
"I'll, er, be going now. See ya!" And with that, Black*Star zoomed off with the speed that he was so proud of.
"Today, as usual, is going to be one heck of a sad, sad day." Maka grumbled, heading towards the guest's break room.
The first thing Maka saw when she kicked open the break room's doors were two woman, probably in their forties, dressed in frilly coats and hats decorated with hideous beads and bows of every single colour. The choking scent of expensive perfume was thick in the air.
"Did you know?" One of the woman gasped. "The guildmaster of this guild have such a handsome son, I've heard!"
"I certainly did, Rose! And I've heard that he's such a polite and well educated boy! He's perfect for my Sally!"
Maka resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the over-dramatic speech exchanged between the two women. However, one thing did perk her interest. Shinigami-sama had a son? She never knew that! Overcame with curiosity, Maka butted into the conversation.
"Excuse me." She batted her eyelashes politely, creating a false impression.
The two women shriveled their heads around, one looking displeased, and one looking even more so.
"Yes?" The one named Rose hissed.
"I'm very sorry, but I couldn't help but to overhear your conversation. Does the guildmaster here really have a son?" Maka smiled, her insides twisting at the disgusting perfume radiating from the two women.
"Why, of course!" The other one spoke in a loud voice. "I believe he was named Death. What a flabbergasting name!" She smiled dreamily. "He's perfect for my Sally! I just know it!"
Yuck.
That was all Maka could think of.
"Um, would you mind telling me his features, if it's not too troublesome?"
"Oh, I think I've heard that he has golden eyes like a hawk. The colour of death itself, don't you think? And did you know? There are rumours that he runs a cafe. How romantic!" Rose sighed.
Maka gulped, a cold feeling settling deep down in her stomach, wedging itself in like a potted plant. A bad answer was coming. She just knew it.
"Um, please correct me if I'm wrong, but might his name be Death the Kid?" She smiled weakly.
"Yes! Yes, that's him!" The other woman shrilled in her high-pitched voice. "Why, you're no so bad in knowledge after all!"
"NO! HOW COULD THIS BE? NO WAY IN HELL THAT ASYMMETRICAL ZEBRA IS SHINIGAMI-SAMA'S SON!" Maka yelled, her cover blown. Without waiting for the two stunned women to react, Maka bolted out the break room and down the hall, her head pounding with questions that were waiting to be answered when she found Shinigami-sama.
"SHINIGAMI-SAMAAAAAAAAA!" Maka yelled as she burst into the guildmaster's office, throwing open the doors with a loud bam.
There was a stunned silence between the three residents currently occupying the room.
"Miss Maka?" Kid managed to choke out.
"Maka-chan?" Shinigami-sama cocked his head.
"ASYMMETRICAL ZEBRA?" Maka managed to press her voice down into a shout.
Tears ogled out of Kid's eyes the very next instant. He sniffed loudly, trying his best to keep the tears at bay.
Maka watched with half-closed eyes as he failed miserably. Taking a deep breath, Maka turned and stared into Shinigami-sama's two hollow eyes.
"Shinigami-sama."
"Hai?"
"You had a son?"
Kid, despite currently bawling on the floor right now, couldn't help but to flinch at the flatness in Maka's usually sarcastic voice.
"Yep!"
"Who is he?"
Shinigami-sama turned to a sniffing Kid.
"Kiddo-kun!"
Kid turned to Shinigami-sama, golden eyes big and wavering.
"Yes, Father?"
Lightning bolts flashed behind Maka as the truth finally hit her. The ugly truth that had been confirmed. One of her eyes twitched in disbelief.
"Does that answer your question?"
Still with dark gray clouds behind her, Maka eyed Shinigami-sama with shock, but yet still with a larger amount of horror.
"So it's true that Astmmetrical Zebra is your son?" She pointed shakily at Kid, an action she rarely ever did.
"Ooh, you call him Asymmetrical Zebra? How cute!"
"Shinigami-sama..."
"What is it?"
"Kid is your son, right?"
The ancient soul reaper answered by slurping down a large cup of green tea.
"Right?"
The DWMA guildmaster crunched on some fresh-out-of-the-oven cinnamon cookies next.
"SHINIGAMI-SAMA!"
"Nyo?"
"IS DEATH THE KID YOUR SON?"
"Maa, Maka, you're too jumpy!"
"And you're avoiding my question, Shinigami-sama!" Maka retorted, losing her patience.
Instead of answering, Shinigami-sama turned to Kid.
"Kiddo-kun, looks like Maka-chan's temper still hasn't improved yet, hmm?"
Kid replied by gulping down one last sob before regaining his composure.
"Hai, Father."
Maka's death-ray glare told both members of the Shinigami family to shut up.
"Okie dokie then. Back to Maka-chan's question. Kiddo-kun, you do the honour, please." Shinigami-sama nodded to Kid. Kid cleared his throat.
"Okay. The Shinigami Family Tree goes a long way back, even before...um...Never mind that. It's just very long. When Father's ancestor, Shinigami-sama the First, married Lady Shinigami, Shinigami the Second was born. He was a great travelor, and finally came upon Death City, where he met the Shinigami Deathana and fell in love. After they fell for each other madly and married, they had-"
"Woah woah woah." Maka held up her hands, stopping Kid's rambling abruptly. Kid glared at her, an annoyed look in his swirling golden eyes.
"I just asked if you were Shinigami-sama's son, Asymmetrical Zebra."
"Maka-chan, you big meanie!" Shinigami-sama pouted. "Kiddo-kun was doing so well in reciting the ancient Shinigami family history!"
"But now he's being the crybaby he is. Again." Maka pointed out flatly, glancing at Kid, who had sank to the level of the floor once more.
"So Asymmetrical Zebra is your son?" Maka asked weakly, knowing the answer very well.
"Yep! I'm proud of him."
"Okay then. Excuse me, Shinigami-sama." Maka bowed. "And you, Asymmetrical Mini-Shinigami." She smirked as she closed the door behind her, hearing Kid's bawling becoming even louder.
Then she sank to her knees behind the other side of the door.
"GROAN." She groaned, realizing all the answers she needed to the questions that once had muddled her mind.
"I seriously hate my life." She sighed. "I work for a crybaby Shinigami."
Then something major struck her. Big time.
"However, Black*Star is gonna hate his life even more. The prick, lying to me!" Maka grinned a sadistic smile, showing almost all of her pointy, pointy teeth. She was angry. Definitely angry. Angry enough to turn a person named Black*Star into a battered, mindless dummy.
"Black*Star, say your prayers, you fool! Working in the kitchen with Liz and patty, my ass!" She shouted as she stomped down the hall.