Mustard-chan- People like you make my week. Thank you all for hanging in there while I slowly kill myself with work and way too many projects.

Kisaragi Senketsu - I loved the dynamic that I could play with. Kaneki being the weapon felt to obvious to me (what with the being a ghoul and all). I especially like how it affects the drama of their relationship. Mutually dependant. I think if I make Hide a deathscythe he'd have the ability to fight on his own just like Kaneki but both will have glaring weak points the other has to cover.

NaruShika-Forever- ^\\\\\\^

Hide sighed, leaning back against one of the entryway pillars. He'd been approached by a girl with pigtails and her partner. Scythe by the feel of it. Apparently they were part of the same remedial class as Black Star and Death the Kid. A valedictorian before one screw up set them all the way back. Probably could have been in the senior class if she was a few years older. Hide chew on a lollipop sick he still had, thumb tracing the scars on his lower back. It had been nearly a week and he still had a chip or two on his blade when he transformed. "Heh, what a pain."

"Mr. Hideyoshi?"

The demon sword blinked a few times, gaze shooting over towards the school. There she was, dusty blonde pigtails and stylized tailcoat. Her partner supplied a "Sup." as they got closer.

"Hey, Maka right? Why did you want to talk to me?" She didn't feel openly hostile, the books she always seemed to carry implied she was the astute, curious type.

"I would like you to tutor my classmates and I on resonance and witch combat."

"Is this about Medusa?" They both flinched. That would be a yes. Hide puffed a sigh. "Have you run this be Lord Shinigami yet?"

"Yes." Maka even gave a nod of confirmation, that gleam in her eyes sending off warning alarms about expectation in the back of Hide's mind.

"Look," he started, pushing off the pillar to stand straight, "I can't make any promises. I'd have to talk with Kanekei first, we're a team and need to keep tabs on each other, y'know. He comes first. But..." Oh gods she was doing the puppy dog eyes! Why? How is she so good at that. Hide squeezed his eyes shut, flushing slightly in embarrassment on how easily that look could sway him. "But if he's up for I don't see why we can't do a few tutoring sessions."

As Hide turned away from Maka's small celebration with an equally stoked Soul he noticed a red haired man poking his head around a pillar a few feet down. It took a bit of squinting but he could make out the current deathscythe. "Um, why are you glaring at me like that?" Hide mumbled under his breath, just a little caught up in the apparent staring match he was now in.

It was Black Star's shout of "Listen" and a rough tug at the collar of his shirt that snapped Hide back into his immediate surroundings. A) When did he get here and B) Where the entire remedial class hiding just so they could hear his answer. It seemed like it. "Your meister better be prepared to get his ass kicked. I, the great Black Star have been training!"

"Please don't shout, I'm literally an inch away from you." Hide pushed off the smaller boy's grip and fixed his hoodie. "And Kaneki still has to agree to all this. Er- Hey, where are you going!"

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Kaneki quirked an eyebrow, glancing at Hide over the rim of his reading glasses. He took a quick sip of his coffee and stuck his thumb into the book he'd been reading as not to lose his place. The meister's gaze then traveled over everyone else.

"Kaneki, help me." Hide whimpered, face compressed into the table by a very enthused Black Star. Tsubaki, mercy that she was, had been trying to pull him off for about five minutes while the senior meister had been stunned into silent processing of what just happened.

"You want me to tutor you?"

Maka shifted slightly. "Ideal you and Mr. Hideyoshi, yes."

Kaneki leaned back into his chair and blinked a few more times. "Well, I suppose I did already promis Black Star some sword lessons..."

"Hell yeah!" The blue haired assassin leapt up onto the table, nearly sending Kaneki's coffee flying and stomping on Hide's head in the process.

"I'm going to cut him into a thousand pieces." The sword grumbled halfheartedly while rubbing his poor trod upon skull.