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...I'm really, really sorry for the late update. I'm so sorry that I couldn't apologize enough...I'm really sorry! Please keep supporting this fanfiction...

Unexpected things happen in the DWMA guild. You never know when it might hit your face. Whether if it's two Black*Stars competing in their idiocy, Maka and Spirit happily getting along, or Soul sprouting an apple tree on his head, you never know what, where, and when those 'unexpected things' will happen.

...Well, an 'unexpected thing' hit Kid square in the jaw on that cheery day; the DWMA guild's 48th anniversary.

Kid, feeling a lot more controlled after he had spent half an hour bawling his eyes out (courtesy of Maka mercilessly insulting him for the umpteenth time that day), strolled down the long halls of the DWMA guild. Head held high and his steps taken with dignity, he felt a sense of great responsibility as the son of the guildmaster. And that sense stayed with him...until he bumped into a girl (who had probably purposely crashed into his arms) in the dark, dark halls.

The obese girl let out a girlish shriek and stumbled back, making it more dramatic then it seemed.

Kid, flustered that he had startled or hurt an important guest, scrambled to steady the girl and bowed his head repeatedly in apology. "Madam, I'm beg your forgiveness! Are you alright?"

The girl shot Kid a dirty look and tossed her curly orange hair snobbishly.

"AM I ALRIGHT?" She shrieked in her high voice, pointing a stubby finger accusingly at Kid.

"YOU RUINED MY BEAUTIFUL DRESS! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? WHAT AN INSULT!" As if proving her point, she patted her frilly dress that was the colour of a faint, sickly shade of green.

Kid winced at both the rude comment and the asymmetrical state of the dress. But as the son of the guildmaster, he had to be responsible. Losing his composure was a bad, bad thing indeed. He bowed again.

"I'm very sorry, madam. You are...Madam Sally from the Emmystein Family, correct?" He inquired, glancing up at the young, demanding girl.

"PRECISELY! NOW WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT MY RUINED DRESS?"

"I'm...very sorry, but if you would like to change into another dress, there are plenty of choices in the ladies' changing room..."

"NO WAY! WHO DO YOU THINK I AM TO CHANGE INTO THOSE PATHETIC SCRAPS THAT YOU CALL DRESSES? AND IT'S 'MISS EMMYSTEIN', YOU FOOL!" The fat girl stomped her feet, her green high-heels dangerously close to snapping in two.

Kid resisted the urge to bite back.

Miss? If you think you're on the same standards as Maka, you're terribly mistaken.

Staring hard at the freckles splattered all over the girl's face, he put on a forced smile.

"I'm terribly sorry, but if I can do anything to repay you..."

"NO WAY! YOU ARE NOT COMPATIBLE WITH A DONKEY-" Sally Emmystein stopped abruptly, the wheels in her slow brain beginning to turn. "Wait," She began smugly.

"there is one way that you can repay me." With that, she flashed out a cup of smelly, orange liquid. Kid then realized her motive with horror.

"Mommy wanted me to drink this. She said it was carrot juice, and that it's good for me. Who wants to drink this sewerage? Certainly not me. You can drink it instead, and then Mommy will be happy because it's gone! Now, drink it, you lowly commoner!" The small girl giggled.

Kid frowned. He knew that Patty liked carrot juice, and that she always drank it at least once per week. Having an obnoxious little girl bad-mouthing carrot juice was certainly what he had not expected during the day. And the stench! Was it overdue?

While Kid's mind whirled, Sally Emmystein was getting impatient.

"HURRY UP!" She shrieked.

Very, very hesitantly, Kid took the cup from her hands, careful to avoid contact. The liquid sploshed around in the cup sickeningly, making Kid's stomach turn. With one last dreaded glare at the liquid, Kid tilted the cup up with lightning speed and swallowed it in one gulp.

He almost spat it right into Sally's expectant face.

Kid choked on the sour taste and coughed, his eyes watering at the disgusting sensation in his mouth.

"Stay out of my sight, you dirty commoner!" Sally yelled and stalked away.

Kid could only glare at her retreating figure.

Maka hummed as she lingered in the dining room, quite satisfied that Black*Star had just lost his life as a lying-to-Maka-offender.

It's such a shame knowing that he'll come back no matter what, really. She thought airily.

Deciding that she would like some peace and quiet, Maka headed towards the guest's lounge.

However, DWMA guild members pretty much never get what they want - especially for Maka. The two loud women that she had met earlier was making an enormous ruckus, and Kim, one of the guest lounge organizers, was struggling to calm them down.

Maka sighed as she stuck her small nose into their sticky beeswax.

"What's wrong?" She asked halfheartedly.

"WHAT'S WRONG? I'LL TELL YOU WHAT'S WRONG!" One of the women shrieked, practically ripping her purse in two.

"She said that her daughter was missing - and that she'll have the whole guild torn apart if we don't find her immediately." Kim whispered in Maka's ear.

Maka hissed in annoyance. "Then that's all their own fault. What were they doing when the girl disappeared?"

"As far as I know, talking about beauty salons and how perfect Kid would be for the girl that disappeared." Kim replied with disgust.

Maka wondered briefly if everyone in the guild knew that Kid was Shinigami-sama's son except for her.

"DO YOU HEAR ME?" The woman screamed. "I DEMAND MY SALLY BACK RIGHT NOW! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO! SEARCH FOR HER NOW, ALL OF YOU!"

"Barbara, calm down." The other woman, known as Rose, commented nervously.

"HOW CAN I CALM DOWN-"

"Shut up."

Barbara shriveled her head around, her bug-like eyes widening in disbelief.

"Pardon?" She asked.

"I said, shut up."

"You! You're that snoopy girl that interrupted our delightful conversation earlier!" Rose pointed her finger accusingly, finally taking in Maka's glaring features.

"You! You're that snoopy girl that interrupted our delightful conversation earlier!" Maka mimicked. She clucked in disgust. "Which part of it was delightful? You two probably only came to the guild because you wanted to hit on the Asymmetrical Zebra; getting a boyfriend for your daughter, I assume. Well, let me tell you this: Death-kun would rather marry a rock than becoming a servant for someone he doesn't even love!"

The two women were speechless.

"Come on, let's go." Maka motioned to Kim before Barbara had a time to react to her harsh words. "The sooner we find her daughter and get it over with, the better."

As Maka ran down the halls with a puffing and huffing Kim behind her, she couldn't help but wonder where her manager was at this critical time.