Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater. I do own my now increasing love for Death the Kid, especially after that last chapter in the manga :)

Last Chapter: Black Star's fight left him unconscious in the hospital as the girls opted to head for Kidd's house to comfort Tsubaki. Maka, curiosity getting the best of her, invaded Soul's soul (try saying THAT three times fast. Seriously, do it) without permission and accidently angered her partner. Meanwhile, Blair decided to take a despondent Angela shopping, and Mifune decided to trains a reluctant Kay. Kim and Jackie seem to have run into a little trouble on their quest, and some mysterious new faces have appeared at Shibusen…

No Matter What…Never Provoke the Quiet Ones

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Can't we live a life of peace and happiness?

I don't think so

No denying that I'm scared to lose the things I love

I'm in control…

You Fight Me by Breaking Benjamin

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It felt strange. She spun around once again, half listening to Blaire as she gushed over how cute the dress looked on the young girl – and how hot it would look on her.

Angela blinked once, twice, three times as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. It was made of soft light brown fabric layered to give the skirt a slight poufy look. It was pretty, "but too light," she thought.

"Eh, An-chan?" Blaire asked confused, waving her hand in front of Angela's face. Angela jumped slightly. She hadn't noticed that Blaire had been hovering over her shoulder worriedly. "Do you not like it? Blaire can find another dress."

"No," Angela gasped turning around to face the older female. "I like it. Really I do," she smiled. Blaire smiled back, nodding before ushering Angela back to the changing room.

Angela was relieved to find that she had gone through the whole stack of clothes that Blaire had picked out for her. It had looked like an impossible task. She removed the dress and began to put on her original clothes. She felt more comfortable in her own clothes but they still felt…strange. All her clothes had felt strange since…then.

Her face heated up unwillingly as she quickly grabbed the pile of clothes and rushed out of the dressing room towards the counter where Blaire was already working her "magic" with the young male cashier.

A few minutes later, Blaire and Angela stepped out of the shop, a floating pumpkin carrying all their bags – filled with a wardrobe of clothes that all together came up to a total of ten dollars - inside its cavity. They continued on their way – the cat getting her usual adoring lustful stares – before Blaire pointed to a nearby ice cream shop.

"Hey! Hey! Let's go there!" Blaire grinned. "Ice Cream Man gives Blaire free pumpkin swirl!" Angela nodded letting Blaire pull her into the shop. She half heartedly listened as Blaire ordered her pumpkin swirl and then a mint chocolate chip for Angela. The young witch sighed. She couldn't shake off the dark cloud that seemed to hang above her at the moment.

Mifune was mad at her. Mifune was never mad at her. He always silently praised her for any sense of improvement she made but the silence that he gave off when she found him waiting for her in Shinigami's office – a slight bruise on his head – was worst then death itself. He had stared long and hard at her, no emotion what so ever in his eyes. Angela didn't like that look. He never gave her that look before. And despite the accomplished feeling she should have felt at completing her first extra-curricular activity – though they didn't get the soul - and making it out alive, if only barely, all Angela did feel was a sense of dishonoring her guardian…and that her clothes felt too light.

Angela tugged slightly on the collar of her shirt. The cotton material felt nothing like the cool metal that she faintly remembered grazing her skin. It was cool to the touch, yet not uncomfortable. It had emitted a rhythmic pulse, one that followed completely in sync with her own heart. She had felt totally and completely at ease as she let her mind completely shut off and given herself to Kay's soul.

It was all strange to her. Her soul had felt like it had expanded…merged with his. Her face flushed drastically and it took all her self control not to have some random body part turn invisible in the public space.

"Soul resonance."

Angela jumped in her seat, startled by Blaire's voice. "WH-what?"

"Soul resonance," Blaire repeatedly, licking her ice cream cone before staring at Angela knowingly. She smirked as she continued. "Isn't that what you were thinking about? It's one of the strongest techniques that a meister and weapon can use. It's a sort of intimate bond that involves the merging of the meister's and weapon's soul in order to better work in tune with one another while fighting." Blaire winked at the girl her more carefree disposition returning. "Or, that's at least what Blaire remembers from when she was living with Maka-chan and Soul-kun," she giggled.

That last bit of information surprised Angela. Blaire had lived with Maka-sensei and Soul-san? Shaking her head she pushed that aside, taking in the other information she was given.

Blaire had to hold in her laughter as Angela turned an even darker shade of red as the young girl seem to digest the information she was given. She was so innocent which made her endearing. Blaire could understand why Mifune was so protective of the young girl, to hide her from all that was corrupt.

"An-chan. Your ice cream is melting all over your hand."

Angela squeaked trying desperately to clean her already sticky hands. She was slightly startled when Blaire snapped her fingers, a pumpkin embroidered handkerchief appearing in her hands as she wiped the stickiness away from Angela's fingers like she would a younger child's. For some reason, the simple actions seemed to calm down Angela and her worry seemed to dissipate as she slouched over with tiredness that she didn't know she had been fighting against.

Tossing aside the handkerchief, Blaire conjured up a pumpkin big enough to carry the sleeping young witch. "Sleep pushes away all the unnecessary things, at least for awhile," she sighed softly stroking Angela's cheek.

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Kidd had once again imprisoned himself in his study.

Ok, imprisoned may have been too extreme a word but he was basically one step away from locking the door and swallowing the key never to be seen again.

Stacks of papers surrounded him, some weeks old and well overdue to his father. He sighed, running his hand through his hair disheveling it before gasping, grabbing for the comb and mirror on his desk, trying to straighten it out. Once it was all straightened out and symmetrical, he sighed disgustedly at himself.

"So this is where you've been hiding yourself."

Kidd sighed once again. He didn't know whether he was upset or relieved by the new presence – though he wished it was one of the two - or both - most important females in his life. "Is there anything I can assist you with?"

Soul closed the door behind him as he stepped further into the room. He let out a long whistle as his red orbs fell upon the stacks and stacks of papers, some seeming to reach the high ceiling. "And I thought I had it bad. The paper work your dad has me doing is nothing compared to this."

Kidd readjusted his tie while getting up. "I've fallen a little…behind, I suppose, in my work."

A silver brow arched. "Behind? Did you get caught up over making your name symmetrical again? Thought Liz had beaten that out of you." He watched keenly as his friend seemed to swallow a big lump in his throat at the mention of the gun weapon before turning around to look out the large window at the grinning moon.

"It's late," Kidd said finally. "I had expected you to have retired to bed."

Soul let out a snort as he slouched into the seat Kidd had once been in. He half heartedly picked up the closest piece of paper near him before placing it down uninterested. "The girls are still comforting Tsubaki and my room is nearby so…"

"I'm sorry," apologized Kidd, amber eyes glancing over his shoulder. "I had thought that you would have preferred to stay close to Maka as her weapon. I was not aware that you two were having…difficulties."

Crimson and amber clashed for a moment as the two stared intensely as each other. Soul was the first to break the stare, leaning back into the chair as he closed his eyes. "Actually, I overheard Maka and Liz talking that you were having your own problems. Seems you've been distancing yourself from Liz and Patty. Damn, I even heard that when you went to save Black Star was the first time you've been out of this mansion in over a week."

"And this is your problem how, Evans?"

He bristled slightly at his name. His eyes narrowed as he stood up with polished and deadly grace. "You know how I feel about being called that. Besides, anyone with any soul whatsoever would know how lifeless this place feels. Dark. I don't need Maka's soul perception to know that something is wrong with you, that you're avoiding your weapons for some reason that makes no sense whatsoever."

The room seemed to expand, growing darker and colder, all the energy being sucked out and drained towards one certain spot: Kidd. His face was blank as usual but Soul was no idiot – well maybe slightly for provoking a shinigami. He knew that underneath the cold composed mask was a sea of unimaginable power. Pissing off Kidd was so not cool, he thought.

"I will say this, and I will say this once, Soul Eater Evans," Kidd said putting emphasis on his last name maybe for spite. "I loathe being lectured by hypocrites." And before Soul could even realize what was going on, he found himself outside the study; doors shut, locked, and practically sealed.

"Crap," he breathed, letting out the breath he hadn't known he was holding and trying desperately to stop his knees from shaking.

So not cool.

Inside the study, Kidd slumped against the cool glass of the window, hand covering part of his face. His breath was ragged as he tried to recollect himself but in a burst of frustration he swiped at a nearby stack of papers, watching as the papers were set aflame and turned to ashes before touching the ground under his gaze.

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It was Emma's first day starting her career as a nurse at Death City's Hospital, in the meister and weapon specialization ward. And in that one day she realized how thankless her job was.

Looking at her clipboard she realized that she needed to check up on the patient in room 1A. As she made her way to the room, she tried desperately to remember the patient's name. She knew it would be on a chart in the room but she had made it her goal to remember all her current patients' names. It seemed though that the long day had drained a lot of energy from her and she was honestly just waiting for her shift to be over. So what was his name again?

"Bob Sandler?"

No.

"Bruce Springsteen?"

I don't think so.

"Britney Spears?"

Definitely not.

"Bill Nye the Science Guy?"
Now, I'm just getting ridiculous.

"Bull Sh-?"

Language.

Emma looked at her watch. Today is almost over, she thought. She finally made it to room 1A and opened the door. It was then as she stepped into the room, eyes wide, and dropping her clipboard that she finally remembered the name of the patient.

Then again, it was probably the black graffiti sprayed along all the walls that read, "It's Black Star!" and the empty bed next to the open window.

She gulped. First day on the job: she was tired, cranky, her patient had snuck out, and she was preparing to get a pink slip.

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Mifune returned to the apartment, a conscious Kay – compared to how he was last time he was brought to the apartment – on his back once again.

"You could have just left me in the field," Kay gasped slightly – it hurt to breathe. "I would have been ok. The school's closer to it then here anyway."

Mifune didn't reply as he shifted the boy onto the couch. "I'll get bandages," Mifune replied.

Kay sighed, leaning back onto the couch. If he was going to be here he might as well get comfortable. Giving a cursory glance around the room he occupied, he saw that it was exactly how he pictured it: conservative with a hint of vibrant childish life, if that made any sense to begin with. It reminded him of a life long ago…

He closed his eyes. His head was throbbing but that was one of the most bearable of his pains at the moment. His legs felt like rubber from the twenty mile run warm up he had been forced to begin with. He could barely lift his arms up from his sides due to the sharp pain that shot up them with every little twitch. And his side…he swore that at least two ribs were broken. He had to admit though; he was getting stronger than he ever could on his own.

"One more step towards the big goal," he thought enjoying the silence. But nothing was ever silent for too long in Death City, especially in this apartment.

Kay found this out when he felt a large weight suddenly on him, agitating his injuries more and forcing him to let out a loud groan of immense pain. He rolled over, forcing the weight underneath him, arms crying in pain as he used them to hold himself up over it.

"Oops!"

His eyes shot over to the owner of the voice to see Blaire looking at him surprised, then to the weight underneath him: a sleeping Angela. It was then of course that Mifune returned into the room, brow arched as to what the loud commotion was about when his eyes landed on Kay…over Angela…straddling Angela…

"F my life." Sighed Kay before his arms gave out under him.

Hell hath no fury like an angry swordsman.

Yay! New chapter! I honestly think the part with Soul and Kidd was my favorite but I'm so mean to them both! :'(

So I was making a story list for this, well, story. Anyway, it's just a list of key major events and maybe some specific lines that I want the characters to say. It really helps when I get further into the story and I need to remember what hints I dropped and how I wanted them to be laid out. Anyway, if you haven't figured this out, this story is going to be a mix of the manga and the anime, but more so the manga. Just thought to tell you.

Um...so my comptuer basically killed itself, and the summaries that I had on them are going to be gone when I get it back from repair, so if you really need to remember what happened in the chapters that I haven't summarized yet just look back on them. I'll make sure to have them up when I get my own back and get to stop using my mom's. This also means slower updates so just deal with me.

Anyway, nothing more to say so...PLEASE REVIEW!!!!