Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.
Um...I don't really know what to say after such a long time without an update, but my confidence is back. Completely. I am very, very sorry about taking such a long time to update, but a single review from EclipseStripe renewed my motivation. A thank you to all, though.
Also, for those that may be confused, Maka is NOT a weapon herself. Soul is NOT Maka's weapon either, like I mentioned in earlier chapters. Maka just have a normal sycthe that can be minimized and enlargened magically (or something like that). Now, the story continues.
Kid staggered down the hall, his mouth filled with the disgusting stench of the spoiled carrot juice. It tasted even worse than Black*Star's newly-invented 'The Super-Duper Broccoli Broth Invented by The Great Black*Star, MWAHAHAHAHAA!', even though the name alone was just as bad as the broth itself. Kid rubbed his cat-like eyes, feeling the world swim around him. Did that conceited Sally Emmystein put something in the carrot juice? Well, no matter. He already drank it anyways, so what was the point in worrying about it?
Swaying and tripping along the dim corrider like a drunk man, Kid stumbled upon a door and let himself in, his stomach in terrible agony. The young boy curled up in a dark corner of the damp, smelly room, feeling very much like Crona at the moment.
"Groan." He groaned. "How can a cup of spoiled carrot juice make me feel so weak? Why do I feel so dizzy and dejected? Why do I feel like I'd recieved one hundred and fifty-five Maka Chops to my stomach? And most importantly, why is this room so asymmetrical?"
Kid was in his ideal version of Hell that morning.
"Maka! Wait! Wait!" Kim called out to the fierce girl bolting at least ten kilometers ahead.
"What is it, Kim?" Maka slowed down to a jog, her voice impatient.
"We...huff...should split up." Kim huffed. "It's...huff...quicker that way. We'll meet at the...huff...guest lounge in...huff...an hour. Is that okay?"
"Fine with me." Maka replied. "See you later, Kim." And with that, she zoomed off with twice as much speed as before, leaving Kim in the dust.
"...I really need a workout." Kim muttered, watching Maka's disappearing figure.
It was not until Maka had circled the whole DWMA guild three times before she remember something extremely important.
"Ah." She said, bonking a fist into her palm."I don't even now what that Sally looks like."
Somewhere else in the guild, Kim realized the same fact with dawning horror.
"Oh no. Maka doesn't even know what Sally looks like. Come to think of it, I don't either."
If Black*Star had been there, he would have sighed at their stupidity, shaking his head disappointment. Not that he had much rights to complain, though.
Meanwhile, both Kid's stomach and mood had been steadily getting worse. His insides were churning. He wouldn't even doubt for a second now that he can have a fair competition with erupting lava and have the upper hand. And for his mood...Well, even the most pessimistic of the pessimists wouldn't stand a chance against Kid now. After drinking the magical carrot juice that had ruined his whole life, Kid was simply not himself (see how pessimistic that thought was?).
Drowned in the lonely sea of self pity, Kid failed to notice the door to the smelly room creaking open. Confused, bleary golden eyes turned and met the cold, glittering emeralds of Sally Emmystein.
"...Miss Emmystein?" Kid began weakly.
"Silence, fool."
The depressed boy shut his mouth, too tired to even care.
"Well, well, look at this. The commoner boy that mommy wants me to marry cowering in this rat-infested junkyard they call a guild."
"Silence, Madam Emmystein." Kid suddenly snapped, standing to his full height with an effort. Cold fury burned in those mesmorizing golden eyes as it challenged its emerald green offender. "Insult me however you wish, but if you ever so dare to insult Father's guild...You. Will. Pay."
Those last three word were hissed out with such venom, such force, that Sally tumbled back, letting out a frightened, girlish shriek.
"And now," Kid began, his polite behaviour running on a dangerously short fuse, his stomach ache completely forgotten. "May I know why you're here in this rat infested, disgusting, smelly room ten times worse than the guild that you called a junkyard?"
Sally let out a quiet 'eep', knowing that she had underestimated her opponent. Big time. However, obnoxious ladies recover very quickly and get back on their feet; Sally was no exception.
"HOW RUDE!" She shrieked. "I HAVE NO OBLIGATIONS TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION, LOWLY COMMONER!"
"I don't care whether you have obligations or whatever. Answer my question. NOW." Kid shot back, no longer fazed by the girl's higher authority.
Dumb as Sally Emmystein was, she knew when she was beaten. However, instead of replying, she raised a hand, a commanding signal.
"Hold him down."
Immediately, two burly men wearing ridiculously large olive green masks burst in and tackled Kid to the floor, pinning and quieting the thin boy.
I have to admit, this is unrealistic. It's almost like we're in a play of some sort. Kid though lazily.
Kid, surprisingly, was not the least worried about the situation he was in. Oh, no. Not in the least. Hardly anyone in the DWMA guild would be worried, apart from the first-graders and a few newbies and drop-ins here and there. Outsiders seriously underestimate the abilities of the students from DWMA. And plus, Kid always have his trusted silver guns ready, hidden in his sleeves even though Soul had always failed to understand how in the name of the DWMA guild Kid was able to hide them in those long, slim sleeves of his. Looking at Sally Emmystein's snickering figure, Kid let his body go limp decided to play along.
This will be interesting.
What a mistake he made.
