Um… So …. "DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO WRITE THE AUTHORS NOTE IN SPANISH!" Si! Yo nessicito…es leer de….screw it. READ THE STORY! *gets attacked by Rei and blown into a wall*

Chapter 9

"I HOPE YOU DIE!" Corey barked.

"Corey, headphones can't die." Britney said, snatching the thrown earphones out of the air and slipping them in. Lately his I-pod had been playing romance songs and he had been getting tired of it.

He shot her a glare. His eyes observing the tight black long sleeved shirt she had on. The blue tank top he knew for a fact she was wearing, the tight skinny jeans. And his jacket. He sighed.

"Lemme get this straight." He started, casting a warily eye at his partner who ws listening to him, "Girls like tight shirt, tight jeans, but loose jackets, and mismatched socks?" He asked (Actually I'd like a reply on this.)

"Yup!" Britney said, smiling as she rolled up her jeans a bit to show the white and cupcake oriented socks and the strawberry oriented socks on the other leg.

Corey sighed and leaned back in the chair. His mind distracted. "Changed shirts or zip that up." He said subconsciously as his glaze shifted to the ceiling fan.

Britney scowled. "Why?"

Corey stared her in the eyes, she shivered and he smiled, "Because I said so."

He clicked the skip button and smiled as it turned to 'Best Damn Thing' by Avril Lavigne. He could hear the music from across the table. And on a side note, he hated having 'devil ears' he had to keep the earphones in or else suffer hearing everything within a fifteen foot radius.

"Hey Britney." He said, smirking.

"What?"

"Come 'ere." He said, still smiling.

She grudgingly got up and walked up to him, "Yes?"

His smile grew, but before she could get away he had grabbed her and spun her around into his lap. His nose buried in his strawberry blonde locks. His hands wrapped around her stomach, his legs crossed on the table, the chair tilting back dangerously. Just what he wanted.

"C-corey! What are you doing?!" Britney squealed.

"Just what I want to." He answered as he turned his head to the side and put his head on her shoulder.

"Get off! Come on, I have a boyfriend!" She said.

He smiled, "Yep, but you're mine. M-I-N-E." He said, drawing out each letter.

Britney's face now resembled the color of her strawberry blonde hair. "Corey! Behave!"

"I am." He growled.

"How so? I'm supposed to be going on a date with my boyfriend, which you are not, and yet I'm in your lap, your hands are around me and your head on my shoulder!"

He smiled, "And I haven't kissed you yet."

She blushed.

He smiled, his goal for the hour accomplished. He released her and set the chair on the ground. He smirked as she jumped off. His hand darted around her and managed to partly zip up the jacket. Then she was out the door, her face a dark red.

"Death why is she so stupid?" He asked no one in particular. He sighed and walked to his room to find a shirt. He paused, hm… Britney didn't mention this when she was complaining. Eh, oh well.

He threw open his closet and dug around until he found his favorite shirt. The black shirt had red and green outlined headphones on the front, but the back was plain. He pulled it on and ran out the door, the lock clicking behind him.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Carter~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

He looked across the room at his partner. He scowled and started at the fan. Around, around the tracks. The electricity powered the small motor in the mechanism, which rotated the blades along the track, and depending on the model, it might rotate a gear which did that. That now sorted he gave up.

He got up, and walked out of the house, his thoughts returning to the old days. He never used to be this shy, so now why was he so shy around June? He sighed, wishing he'd either loose this attraction quickly or, solve the problem and get his nerve back. He couldn't date another girl, he kept thinking of June and they would never compare. He huffed.

Then he thought something he had never thought of in his entire life. He'd ask his teacher, and not just a teacher, but the teacher with the almost identical problem. Soul Eater E- DON'T TYPE MY LAST NAME!( Okay okay! I'll stop! I promise!).

He smiled and sprinted to his teacher's house, well, if he could actually remember where it was. And so our idiot spent the next half hour running around the city searching for the white-haired Death Scythe whom happens to be dating to Maka Albarn (June's tutor in Soulogy and History).

Finally, he found the teacher sitting on the park bench staring at something he hid quickly once he noticed Carter. Carter pushed the thought away and sat down on the bench beside his teacher for Solo Weapon Fighting.

"Yes?" Soul asked, his voice clearly expressing his annoyance of Carter's presence.

"Can I ask you something?" Carter asked.

"No, we don't have homework dunce. That's uncool for a teacher to assign homework on a Monday." Soul answered, his arms folding behind his head as he snarled this.

"No, outside of school as in relationships." Carter said, waving his hands, although he was relieved he didn't have homework since if he did he'd be screwed.

Soul gave him something in between a scowl, a smirk, a frown, a grimace and a crazed 'WTH IS WRONG WITH YOU' look. Carter blinked, unsure if he should laugh or run. "What?"

"Okay, um…" Carter scratched his chin, "Uh, when you started to like Maka…. Did you….question your 'type' or yourself at all?" Carter asked tentatively.

Soul looked at him and snorted before turning his eyes to the sky. "That's exactly what I did. Until that point I had made a point to date the exact opposite of Maka's type. Black hair, suffocation a possibility with every hug, and honestly I hated it. But I didn't think Maka was my type, it was only when I got fed up with one of my ex's did I actually realize I was just being a dumbass and should ask her out." Soul laughed. "Lemme guess, you like your, short, flat chested partner?"

Carter smiled a little and punch Soul's shoulder lightly, " Gimme a break, she's got a cute laugh!"

Soul laughed again, "Okay, your turn to help me out." He said as he brought about the item he had been staring at. It was a small black box. Carter recognized what it was at once.

"You know, for such a cool teacher, you sure have a lot of girl related problems. You're not gonna become like the old Death Scythe are ya teach?" Carter asked playfully.

Soul shot him a small mischievous glance, "Sparing partner for a week." Carter swore, "But, I need advice, so help me out and you won't."

"Anything, I hate being your sparring partner, I always get my ass kick." Carter asked, "And is this about just how?"

Soul nodded.

Carter smiled, "That I can definitely help with." He said with a smile as he thought of the piano in the room.

~*~*~*~*~*~*With~*~Jericho~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"So…please explain, weeding out minor details please?" Shinigami-sama asked.

Jericho took a ragged breath, having barely slept in the saddle on his ride back. Jason had fallen asleep, but he reported to Shinigami-sama immediately. And now he might have turned the city on high alert, joy.

"Sir, when me and my meister, Jason, were heading for our mission destination, we stopped at the small town that had issued the request for more details if we could. However, instead of finding people, there was nothing. However, both of us saw…illusions. Mine were worse that his, but he said he just saw a skeleton, I saw the Devil himself sir. That aside, what happened was not something we ate. I think it was magic." Jericho said, the breath leaving him as he spilled out everything as clearly as he could without cracking his 'stable' atmosphere.

Shinigami-sama and Spirit exchanged looks. "That's not good." They both said.

Wait….did Shinigami-sama just say something seriously? Without random sounds or weird misinterpretations? Jericho cocked his head to the side, bewildered.

"A Witch." They said.

"A Witch?"

They nodded, "If the reports are correct, then she has already killed several of our students already, we'll dispatch Soul and Maka immediately.

"Excuse me." Jericho interrupted, "Can me and my meister go? I have a bit of a grudge to settle."

"This is no time for petty grudges!" Death Scythe barked, "a Witch is a Witch, no matter which way you spin it, and this Witch is dangerous. We'll send out Stein's team."

"NO! One way or the other, she'll die! She messed with a demon she shouldn't have touched. And I'll get it back, no matter if I blow up a whole dam city. There is something that should not be messed with. And that beast is me. Now sir, you can either give me the mission and I'll complete it to the letter, or you can issue it to the other meisters, but I swear to Death, I will get this done, and I don't care if I'm a one star or a three."

Death seemed amused as he nodded, "Then I'll see you in a week, she might be in New York, I heard the pretzels they have are delicious there!"

Jericho smiled, "I'll make sure to get you one when I come back."

He sprinted out the door, as if the guillotines were crashing down behind him as he speed out the room and out of the doors. His soul beating a bit faster as a worm of black circled around it, a black cloak of flames materializing on his back, his boots turning form blue to pitch black, his shirt burnt away and melted into a leather chest piece. His eyes flashed from black to blue. His canine teeth a little sharper as he ran down half a flight of stairs and jumped out the window.

The wind whipped at his new clothes as the flames gathered around him. He landed on the 888 steps and slid down them, barely tripping as he shot off and rand down the street.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*The Next Day~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Soul! What are you doing? You never play piano with students here!" Maka snapped as she crossed her arms under her chest. Corey and Carter smiled. They knew exactly what was happening. In fact, Corey had been the one who smoothed out the sheet music. Although, he sucked at learning the actual instrument and carter constantly was pissed on Saturdays when he taught Corey guitar.

"Just listen idiot." Soul said with a smirk as he pulled out a pile of pages from the grand piano's insides and set them on the stand.

Maka frowned, he never played with sheet music, more over the sheet music looked like notebook paper, not printed. So it couldn't be anything from the interwebs*, and the lead used on it looked fresh and it was a mess of scratches and rewrites with pen. Her scowl deepened.

Soul ignored her expression, although slightly worried he'd receive a slightly-deadlier-than-a-Shinigami-Chop, Maka Chop, he'd deal with that later. His fingers flexed before starting to fly across the white keys, pressing them with deft, controlled movements, practice ease even against the notes of the new song. The soft chords of the minor keys, the beat of the left handed keys that acted as a counter melody. He smiled, it's perfect you idiots, perfect.

Maka was in a state of confusion, Soul never played soft piano music, in fact, she somewhat liked his dark music. It was cool, like him. This was…unheard of, and sweet as well.

"Hey Maka?" Soul asked, over the piano, smiling.

"Yep?"

"Will You," He got up from the piano, although the melody never stopped, the keys continuing to be pressed by Carter who, now Maka noticed had his hands covered in black ink and lead, same as Corey who was managing to cover the left handed keys with a admirable amount of skill for someone who sucked at piano.

Soul knelt on one knee, Maka's hands went to her face, her cheeks a fire truck red already. "Marry me?" He finished as he presented the opened box to her. The woven gold holding a diamond that would make Liz scream in place from the meister.

"Yes Soul! YES!" Maka said, as she hugged and kissed him.

Carter and Corey fist bumped, "Best. Class. Ever."

Soul smiled at him as he held his fiancé. He winked before Maka kissed him again.

Carter smiled.

Sorry it's so short, if I added what I wanted to add then it would be like… twenty thousand pages longer! (Not really probably only like…. Four so… eight Microsoft pages long. Lol) But I hoped you enjoyed Soul's proposal! Read, review, enjoy, and possibly make a Jericho doll for Rei *is missing an arm, a leg and 90% of his soul. Wait… no my soul was already like that before I stared this series… so…that's normal…lol