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Author Notes: A small time-skip happens between last chapter and this one.

Extracurricular Activities at the DWMA: Just Like a Regular High School?!

Month 2, Week 1, Day 2 (Tuesday, February 2nd)

February 2nd. To many people around the world, it was just another day. To others, it had some importance; for example, in America and Canada, it was Groundhog Day, a holiday about a folklore that was usually overlooked by most people.

To Caius, it was the anniversary of the Vladingham Family Massacre.

He was already awake, seated at his personal study. It was part of the bookshelf that took up half of his large room. The crimson curtains beside his desk were pulled back, revealing the morning sun. It shined down on a thick, blue book. The paper cover had long been burned off, leaving nothing but the rough hardcover beneath it. Dirt and soot dotted the front and back of it.

"This is the last I have of them." Caius leaned back in his offices-style seat while propping a leg up onto his desk. He flipped open the front cover and leafed through a few of the blank pages that followed. Soon, he found the picture of his immediate family, consisting of himself, his brother Remus, sisters Chloe and Phyllis, mother Rukia, father Amagai, uncle Frederick, and aunt Katrina. It was dated December 30th two years ago—about two months before tragedy struck. "A scrapbook, photo album, and relic all in one."

"Caius! C'mon! It's time to go!"

Caius looked at the door to his bedroom and called back, "I'm coming, Claudia!" He removed his leg off the desk and stood up as he closed the book, giving it one last look. With a sigh, he embraced the book in a tight hug as he closed his eyes. It was the only thing, physically, remaining of the people he loved and of the Vladingham Family.

"I love you guys. I'll make sure you can rest easy soon."

"Yes! Yes! That sounds like a marvelous idea!"

In the Death Room, Spirit and Stein stood before Lord Death. The Death Scythe beamed with pride since his lord agreed to his proposal while the scientist's demeanor was as neutral as ever. "Wouldn't that put extra work on the students?" Stein questioned, trying to be reasonable about the suggestion, "They have school, missions, and their daily lives to worry about. Not to mention, some have part-time jobs."

"That's the whole point, Stein!" Spirit faced his long-time friend and former partner. "These kids are stressed day and night with just the weekends to rest from it all. If we cater to their needs and give them some recreation in their lives, they'll feel better and stress-free!"

"I'm sure you and a few others will have reservations about this, but I think it's a good idea," Lord Death spoke up, looking to Stein, "Don't worry. I am already thinking of the procedures now. So let's call the staff and faculty in, shall we?"

The announcement of a staff meeting was sent out posthaste so that it could be done before most of the students arrived. Soon enough, most of the staff had congregated in the Death Room, standing in front of Lord Death and awaiting the reason as to why they were summoned.

"Thank you all for coming on such short notice." Lord Death said appreciatively, "Now then, something recently was brought to my attention, and I do see the sense of it. So, I am proud to announce we are going to begin instituting clubs and other sorts of extracurricular activities into the Academy."

"My lord, if I may inquire," Spoke a tall, pale-skinned woman with narrow, celeste eyes, purple eye shadow and lipstick, and long, midnight blue hair. Her hairstyle consisted of perfectly level bangs trimmed just above the upper eyelids, jaw-length side locks, and six loops in the back that mimicked a typical flower as the rest hung downward. She wore a long, floral, slightly loose silk kimono with the gradation of white, light blue, indigo, and midnight blue colors, slightly open at the top to reveal her shoulders and a fair amount of cleavage. She had a white sash around her waist. Lastly, she had on white socks and a pair of decorative, wooden geta slippers. "What spurred this decision?"

"Well, Mizuki," Lord Death glanced at Spirit as he answered, "Spirit here noticed many students complaining of stress and anxiety. So we're trying to liven things up for their sake. After all, the students are the cornerstone of the Academy's future. But, of course, everything is totally optional."

"In that case, I can do track." Mira said. Since she headed the physical education department of the Academy, she had no problem coaching one of the sports she particularly liked.

"I'll focus primarily on swordsmanship." Mifune announced, shifting the box of the katanas over his shoulder that never seemed to leave his side. Angela currently sat on his shoulders, resting her head on his. "Well, perhaps a Pediatric Club too."

"And I've no problem setting up a basketball team." Sid stated.

Lord Death nodded to each statement. "Okay. Good, good. Though, for the sports, that might take a while to establish since we need to review regulations and hire proper assistants."

Stein sighed as he adjusted his glasses, conceding. "Well, I suppose I can do a Medical Club. Though, that might seem redundant since I already have a health class."

"Well, students in your health class could use your Medical Club as a replacement." Lord Death suggested, shrugging his shoulders, "I mean, it's the same thing. And that could go for any other club that involves something similar."

Kathi raised her hand, getting Lord Death's attention. "So, I could start a Book Club, and it would replace the Literature class that some students have on their schedule?"

"Sure!"

Spirit gave her a dull, sideways glance, expecting her to say that. "Y'know, you could've mixed it up a little, Kathi." She may have been retired, but she wasn't the only librarian employed under the DWMA.

Kathi's face puffed up in comedic anger. "Okay, fine! I elect to head tennis as well! There! Happy?!"

Gregory, Mizuki, and Noel all slapped their foreheads with their hand, shaking their heads. Lord Death scratched the side of his head, "Well, if you insist.. Anyone else?"

"I can do volleyball!" A 34-year-old woman announced proudly. She was petite with a peach skin tone. She had round, fuchsia eyes; white, cat-eye glasses; and short, sunglow hair in a bob. Her attire consisted of a green chiffon dress with a bateau neckline and long cutout sleeves, a waist-high white belt, black tights, and white wedge sandals.

"Okay, Lelani," Lord Death affirmed. But before other staff members said anything else, he held up his large white hand to stop them, "Er, to make things quicker, I'll just say it's your decision whether you want to head a club or not. Just make sure to prepare fliers and ads and have them ready to be displayed. Just know that, if you're planning to do a sport, it may take some time to institute it into our system."

The staff nodded understandingly, some eager to establish the clubs they had in mind. Lord Death clapped his hands together and then announced with finality. "Okay! Now let's roll up our sleeves and get to work!"

Month 2, Week 1, Day 3 (Wednesday, February 3rd)

The hallway that contained the bulletin board was absolutely bustling with students. During every moment of free time, great clusters of students assembled there to check out the news that swept the entire Academy. The announcements were with positive reception from most of the student body, who raced away to get involved as soon as possible. During the break period, Maka and Soul found themselves in the same hallway, oblivious to the eager mass of people awaiting them upon arrival.

Soul yawned as he stretched his sore back. "Man, it feels good to finally hunt for some souls!"

"Yeah. We're up to 57 now." Maka stated. She suppressed an irritated sigh, remembering it took her more than a year of hard work and slaying to reach the 99 count on her first try. Blair just had to ruin her chances at making Soul a Death Scythe the first time around by being some 'cat with magical powers' instead of an actual witch. At this point, the scythe technician finally noticed the crowd before the bulletin board once she and her partner got close enough. "Huh? What's this about?"

"Oh man! We got a Music Club now!"

"I'm jumping on board with that Student Council!"

"Aw man! Why is that most of the sports are 'Coming Soon' right now?!"

Soul heard the excited chatter from his fellow students and couldn't help but feel curious himself. "Let's go check it out, Maka." The Demon Scythe and his meister worked their way through the crowd and reached the bulletin board. They were greeted with a grandiose announcement saying that clubs and extracurricular activities were being introduced into the Academy's system. The notice was further divided into two sections, one stating which clubs were underway and the other listing clubs to be established at a later date.

Available:
Track: Mira Nygus
Swordsmanship: Yojimbo Mifune
Male Role Models: Spirit Albarn
Lady Leaders: Marie Mjölnir
Basketball: Sidney Barett
Student Council: Azusa Yumi
Tennis: Kathi Rumeri
Book Club: Kathi Rumeri
Volleyball: Lelani Brimwood
Medical Club: Franken Stein
Pediatric Club: Yojimbo Mifune

Coming Soon:
Football
Baseball
Expression Club
Dance
Music
Drama

"What's all this about?" Soul questioned, examining the entire board. However, he couldn't deny his interest in wanting to join the basketball team. Whenever he and his friends played, he was usually one of the better players.

"I don't know, Soul." Maka cupped her chin as she looked at everything in perplexity, "These procedures make it look like the Academy is becoming similar to a high school." One of her main concerns was the threat of overloading students like herself. She kept reading the announcement, finding more information about clubs and activities. Most of them only met on a weekly basis, were optional, and – above all – missions and duties still took precedence over them. She also read about other things like certain clubs replacing certain classes on a curriculum due to similarities. That seemed to take away some of her worries. "Well, I don't see the harm in it." Maka's attention was honestly on the Book Club.

Soul then noticed something completely off about the situation. "Isn't this the part where our friends come in? I don't—"

"Yahoo!" Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Blackstar popped up right behind Maka, making her jump so badly that she hit her face against the bulletin board. "Finally! Something I can do around his boring school!" He shouted as Maka slid down the surface and onto the floor, face-first. Blackstar was joined by the rest of the group, who were all yelling in unison about which clubs they wanted to join.

Maka was helped up by Soul as she turned around to her friends, rubbing her sore face. "Guys! Give me a warning next or something!"

"Sorry."

"Speaking in a more serious light," Kid said, looking at the announcement with a critical eye. He was trying to make sense of it and sighed when his mind failed to come up with anything, "I do wonder why my dad opted for something like this."

"Who knows?" Liz said, shrugging her shoulders, "But! We should enjoy it while we can! What kind of clubs are you guys doing? I'm definitely joining Lady Leaders and Volleyball! And Drama and Dance when we get 'em!"

"Me too!" Claudia squealed. She couldn't wait for Drama and Dance, finding them to be two things she excelled at.

"Just Football, that's all I care about." Tsuji answered with a yawn. "Too bad it ain't up yet."

"Well, according to the announcement, you still have to fill out paperwork at the Registrar." Harvar informed the Bow Meister, reading the bulletin board carefully once more.

"We all should go ahead and apply instead staying here talking about them." Ox reasoned as he adjusted his glasses, "Time is short after all."

"Ox is right!" Rowena enthusiastically turned away and sprinted off, "Let's go!"

And, thus, everyone went off in different directions at their own pace.

The first up on the list was Track. A sizeable group of people stood in the grassy area in the middle of the running track. Kilik was among this group, slouching in his posture like always. He was looking around for anybody he recognized but found no one. Meme was also there, looking like she was staring off in to space. In front of them was Mira, dressed in a jacket, shirt, pants, sneakers, and lacking her bandages.

"Hello and welcome to the DWMA's first-ever Track team. I will be your coach. Before I go on, are there any questions?"

Kilik raised his hand high enough so that Mira would see him."Ms. Nygus? What types of events will Track cover?"

"Excellent question," Mira responded, "Each event is categorized into male and female ones. They are sprints: 60m and 100m; middle-distance: 800m, and 1500m; long-distance: 5000m and10,000m; hurdles: 60m hurdles and 100m hurdles; and relays: 4x100m relay and 4x400m."

"Pretty steep stuff." Kilik remarked, crossing his arms. Then again, Mira was never a person to fool around unlike a good number of the faculty here.

Mira nodded shamelessly, giving her prospective of track runners a serious, hard look. "Yep. So on this team, you will be working hard, I will not be easy on you, and I will be pushing you guys to do your best. I don't want 50 or even 100% effort. No, I want 120%! You do that, then, one day, we can compete with other athletes from across the globe. So if you think this is too much for you to handle, you may leave. I will understand."

The student looked at each other, testing one another's resolve, and then looked back at Mira. Nobody moved. They were ready to accept this responsibility. Proud, Mira smiled at them. "Alright then! Now, I'm going to need everyone to read over something." At this point, she gestured to the table behind her that held the papers. "Those papers will tell you the rules and regulations put forth by the DWMA as well as those enforced by involved athletic associations. I want you all to take one packet each home, read it over, fill out the application, and bring it back to me. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Good. Now are there any more questions before I dismiss you?" Mira saw Meme raise her hand. "Yes?"

"What club is this?" Meme asked, tilting her head.

Everyone fell over.

The people interested in the Swordsmanship Club had convened in Mifune's personal dojo. Hanging on the walls was a diverse collection of swords including, but not limited to, Western, Middle Eastern, and Far Eastern. Many students whispered amongst each other, noting that some of the swords resembled one of their weapon forms or a weapon they were partnered with. Mifune stood before his class, tapping his shoulder with one of his trademark katanas. "Good day and welcome to the Swordsmanship Club."

"Hey, Mifune! What's up?!" Blackstar shouted, jumping and down so that he could see him from the back.

Mifune refrained from sighing as he cleared his throat and continued, "Anyway, the class is self-explanatory. I will be teaching and training everyone about the ways of the sword. You will learn about different styles – Iaijutsu, Kendo, and Fencing for example – and maybe how to incorporate them into your own style. However, I will not spare the folderol: this club will be tough. Learning the ways of the sword require much time, pain, and sometimes blood. This will not be for the faint of heart. I expect an honest effort from you all so that I can produce able swordsmen and swordswomen. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

Unlike most of the class, Blackstar was considerably less patient. "So, when do we start? Do we start now?! Come on! Let's do this!"

Hiro was among the students shaking their heads, thinking this was going to be a total pain with him in this club. Suddenly, Mifune threw his katana at Blackstar, passing a few surprised students, including Hiro, and landing mere centimeters from the Star Clan boy's foot. "Yikes!" Blackstar jumped backwards out of shock, realizing he was close to losing one of his feet.

Unperturbed, Mifune resumed, "If you do not think you can handle this, let me know. I will not ridicule you for showing interest or trying. That said, for those who would like to stay, like any other group, I must pass out forms and disclaimers," The samurai gestured to a table nearby that held stacks of papers, "Read everything over to understand the rules, honor code, and the different things we will cover. Our first day of training begins our next meeting. If no one has any questions or concerns, you are dismissed."

While the other students picked up the necessary paperwork and left, Blackstar immediately approached Mifune. "I got a question! What was that for?!" He demanded, gesturing to the foot he nearly lost.

Mifune already had his response ready. "For being loud. A swordsmen must be quiet and attentive; learn to listen, listen to learn."

Blackstar folded his arms behind his head. He guessed he understood, seeing as that was similar to the Assassin's Rules that Sid instilled in him. "Okay. So what's up? How's what's-her-name doing?" He asked, noticing that Angela was not nearby.

"She's fine."

"Cool." Blackstar then saw that everyone had left, leaving only him and the samurai inside the dojo. "Wanna train now?"

"Don't you have other clubs to go to?" Mifune matter-of-factly, hoping that was the case.

Blackstar stared blankly at the swordsman and then looked up contemplatively to the ceiling. "Do I?" The light bulb eventually went off in his head. He remembered that he wanted to join the basketball team, "Oh yeah! Okay, I'll let you slide for now. See ya later, Mifune!"

Mifune watched as the assassin trotted out of the dojo. He walked over to the sword still stuck in the floor, removed it, and sighed. "This class is going to be a handful because of him."

In the lecture room holding the Male Role Models club, Spirit walked in with a confident stride in his step. He was projecting a demeanor that combined his two most frequently seen sides: a laidback, cool guy and a serious Death Scythe. He had to in order for his job as club head to work. He examined his club members, noticing that many of them were students on the bottom of the social and popularity ladder. "Good Lord, I have a bunch of losers. Cool! Maka is going to be so proud of me!" Spirit thought excitedly. It was his goal to transform these young losers into virile men. "Greetings, you cool cats. I'm Mr. Death Scythe, and I'll be teaching you kids how to be studs and catch the ladies~"

Many of the boys shuffled nervously in their seats. It took so much pride to seek out this club and stay in it. "Hey, wait a minute!" Damon shot up from his seat and pointed accusingly at Spirit. "I thought you were teaching us how to be role models, not how to pick up chicks!"

Spirit gulped. It seemed Damon was the only one aware of how misleading the club's name was. If he gave word out that his club was actually a relationship class, Lord Death would probably shut it down and give him a hard Reaper Chop. Spirit had to convince him to stay. "Now hold on, kid! You're missing something here! This is not about getting chicks. It's about building character and carrying yourself in a way that'll cause people to admire you. Think about it. If you do this, you can put smile on the faces of people that are sad and need someone to talk to. Someone who could cheer them up when they're having a bad day and things like that. My boy, they would be moved to the point that you will become their savior! So what do you say? Will you join us to make everyone happy?!"

When Spirit put it like that, Damon couldn't help but think about the club differently. He loved being happy and making others happy too. "Okay! Sounds good to me!" Satisfied, he took his seat again.

Hiro then raised his hand. "So, um, Mr. Death Scythe? What exactly will this class cover? Besides the obvious?"

"Good question, my dear friend. For this class, I will cover the basics of dat—er, carrying yourself in a confident and awe-inspiring manner. I will teach you about certain people, mostly females, and how to handle them. I will show you some moves and teach you what to say so that the next time you see a person, more than likely a girl, you will be confident enough to ask her out on a date or just simply talk." Spirit explained, choosing his words carefully to appeal to every demographic within his club.

"Sounds quite the task, Mr. Death Scythe." Ox remarked, adjusting his glasses. He was hoping to use this club as a means of finally capturing Kim's heart. He had gotten in her good graces after the Baga Yaga Castle invasion, but thanks to Kid and Kilik running interference, he wasn't quite there. He needed an extra push.

"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing." Spirit told them confidently. He was speaking from prior experience. "Now then, I gotta pass out some forms and this DVD. It's called How to Woo a Woman by Keith O'Neil. If you want to stay in here, watch the video and fill out the paperwork, alright? And trust me. That guy is good."

As the club members stood up, Spirit gave them a reassuring winner-class smile and thumbs-up, "Alright, you classy gentlemen! We're dismissed!"

Not too far from the Male Role Models, the Lady Leaders assembled. There was quite a large number of female students here, most of them giggling and talking to each other giddily. Among the last few filing in was Tsubaki. "I really hope this club will help me become a better paradigm!" She wanted to help out other boys and girls trying to find their way and to become a better person in general.

About a minute later, Marie stepped in and stood at the front of the lecture hall. "Hello, ladies, and welcome to Lady Leaders! I'm the person in charge, Death Scythe Ms. Marie." The majority of them looked excited, some unable to control their blushing and giggling. Honestly, Marie herself felt the same but did a better job composing herself. "Have you ever felt alone? Wanting a guy to notice you? Or trying to find Mr. Right with no success? Well don't you worry! I'm here to help you win the man of your dreams, and you two will live happily ever after~"

Most of the girls swooned, expecting this to be great. Tsubaki, on the other hand, tried her best not to go slack-jawed, staring around the room with eyes the size of dimes. What she thought was a harmless role model club was something entirely different.

She was in a relationship class.

"Now, I want you to take these forms home so you can fill them out and bring them back. I also want you to watch this DVD. It's called The Love Doctor, and it's by Terri L. Orbuch. She is a relationship expert and offers strategies and tips for couples, families, and friends. So please check her out because she's really good." Marie clapped her hands together and projected a bright smile to the club members. "Alright! See you next time!"

The students went down to retrieve the items. However, Tsubaki had no intentions of staying. She was already embarrassed that she had to sit through this. She didn't want any of her friends seeing her in here. The Shadow Weapon tiptoed toward the exit, planning to make a quick escape.

"Tsubaki?!"

Too bad Liz, Claudia, and Kim wouldn't let her.

In the gym, the Academy's first-ever basketball gathered in the bleachers. Sid scanned the group, attesting the large number to the presence of basketball court near the park, which in itself was a popular spot. Sid spotted several familiar faces in the crowd – Blackstar and Soul being two that immediately stood out. It wasn't quite time to begin yet, so he kept quiet in case a few more interested students showed up.

Soul saw Caius and Marcellus walking up the steps and grinned at them. "And what the heck are you two doing here?" He gave Caius a high-five as they sat down with him and Blackstar. Soul was pleasantly surprised; neither the impassive Marcellus nor the bookish Caius seemed like people who would toil over something like basketball.

"I used to play back at my hometown." Marcellus replied as he leaned back until his back rested against the vacant seat behind him. "It killed a lot of time that I didn't want. I have hobbies too, you know."

"Same here except it was streetball." Caius said. "Almost every weekend with my old friends."

Marcellus took the lollipop out of his mouth as he glanced at Soul and Blackstar, "Although, I could say the same for you two."

"I'm trying to surpass the gods! I gotta be good at many things! Not just combat!" Blackstar boasted, pointing a thumb to himself.

"Which apparently doesn't encompass schoolwork." Marcellus thought, remembering the abysmal grade Blackstar received on an earlier test.

Everyone then heard a whistle being blown. All eyes fell upon Sid again. "As many of you know, basketball is a trying sport. It advocates teamwork, skill, ability and – above all else – hard work," He ignored the quiet groans from some of the students. It was essential that they understood what they were getting into whether liked it or not, "If you aren't up to the task, I recommend leaving. If you stay, try not to quit along the way."

Sid was using mind games on them, letting them know about how hard things were going to be in order to weed out anyone unable to handle the pressure. To his surprise, nobody moved. In that case, it was time to move on. He started passing out packets that discussed rules and regulations, disclaimers, and a commitment statement. "These talk about the obvious stuff and has the schedule, dress code, and the playbook. The application form must be returned upon our next meeting, the actual tryouts, if you wish to play. I need dedication, team. Give out the same effort you do in fights and on missions! We could become well-known throughout the world if we do! We will give it our all! Is that clear?!"

"Yes, sir!" That was something they were all too eager to say.

A decently sized group of girls were at the tennis courts not too far from the running track. They were all on time for the interest meeting, but their coach was nowhere to be found. In the meantime, they entertained themselves by conversing with one another.

Rowena saw Claudia standing off to the side by herself. She couldn't believe her eyes right now. Immediately, she approached her. "Now, what's a little shorty like you doing here?"

The Moncharmin girl looked at her strangely. "What are you talking about?"

"You're as tall as the racket. What're you gonna do?" Rowena pressed on, smirking at the shorter girl as she crossed her arms and cocked her hip to the side. Claudia pouted and huffed, turning away from the Sledgehammer Meister.

"Don't be so mean, Rowena!" The two looked to see both Tsubaki and Jacqueline approaching them. The latter had her arms folded behind her head while the former had her hands in front like always. Tsubaki then said, "I think it's great that the four of us are in this."

"Oh, Claudia knows I'm just messin' with her." Rowena said in a well-meaning manner, patting the blond girl hard on the back. Claudia winced on impact, almost falling over.

Around this time, Kathi finally arrived, just when people were considering leaving. Her hair was a bit messy, and she was sweating. She had to take a moment to catch her breath. "H-Hello, ladies!" She straightened up, fixing up her hair so that she looked more presentable. "Sorry for the wait. I just dismissed my Book Club. Anyway, welcome to Tennis!"

The members gathered around Kathi to listen to her. "I'll make this quick. Well, many of you already know what tennis may be like since you're here. It's mainly a test of quickness, agility, coordination, and reaction time." From her bag, she took out papers, just like the rest of the clubs and sports. "Bring these back to tryouts next time if you still have interest in playing. And that's it! See you next time~"

As Claudia walked over, she mulled over what Kathi said. "Quickness and agility. I guess that's the first thing I need to work on." She took the paperwork and leafed through it, looking at the schedule in particular. It seemed actual practice was coming soon. "Or I could ask my family doctor to prescribe me with speed pills." She considered, not realizing that was cheating.

Maka sat upright in her seat in one of the DWMA's smaller auditoriums. All of the rows curved so that everyone seated would be able to see the desk-like podium at the front. Of course, there was a screen behind this podium too. Projection screens were also fitted on the right and left sides of the room.

Maka looked around and noticed the small number of students in here. Probably because the Student Council was ran by Azusa Yumi. She also saw that many of the Academy's known intellectuals were in here. Indeed, she recognized the faces and names of some people, including those in her class like Kid and Hiro. Though, the latter was a complete surprise. Well, not as much as seeing two Correctional Class students. One of them she knew to be Darrel Myanda, who actually scored fourth place on the Super Written Exam two years in a row.

Soon enough, the door opened, and Azusa walked in. She went behind the podium and spoke into the microphone as she titled her glasses. "Greetings, everyone. I am Azusa Yumi, and I will be overseeing the Student Council. This is dedicated to students who would like to be role models to their peers and work in partnership with school management and staff for the benefit of the school and its students. As such, you must be prepared to do volunteer work inside or outside of campus to assert your status as exemplary students. I have packets that put your duties in more detail, and I suggest reading them thoroughly."

Azusa removed a rather sizeable stack of papers from her briefcase. Some of the students gaped at the sheer mass, but others were not really surprised. This was Death Scythe Azusa Yumi, the Queen of Committee Chairman, after all. "One of the biggest requirements is that, in order to stay in the Student Council, you will need a GPA of 3.3 or above. Any lower means you cannot stay."

"Damn everything!" Vincent suppressed the urge to slam his face onto his desk. Well, it appeared late nights were ahead because he really wanted to be a part of this.

"That is all. We will meet here again next week. For those still interested, please pick up a packet on your way out." Azusa declared, pushing up her glasses again before walking out. Soon, the volunteers for Student Council stood from their seats, picked up the paperwork, and left as well.

Maka stood near the exit as she scanned through the papers. She really wanted to make a name for herself in this school, not just create a Death Scythe. She wanted to be successful and influence those around her to the best of her ability. "I'm so gonna enjoy this." She thought, smiling brightly.

Volleyball was one of the last few clubs getting together. Because it was being held in the gym as well, Lelani had to wait until the basketball team was done before she could summon all of her potential volleyball players. "Well, finally, we're here, ladies. I appreciate your patience." The Blue Moon homeroom instructor stated, standing in front of the girls seated in the bleachers.

Although Autumn usually found most things pointless, the one thing she despised above all was boredom. So, she did not minding exerting herself just a little bit by playing an extracurricular sport. Though, the experience depended on the caliber of her teammates. She quickly glanced to the side where most of them were – Kim stood out the most thanks to her bright pink hair – and sighed inaudibly.

"Now, volleyball in my opinion is very fun. Like any sport, you gotta work together, so I expect everyone here to give an honest effort in establishing a tight-knit bond with each other as we play and practice. If there's no teamwork on the volleyball court, we won't win. We must work as a unit if we have any chance of making a name for ourselves. Of course, the individual effort is just as important." Lelani explained.

The girls didn't react all that much. They were probably tired, and Lelani wouldn't be surprised if most of them had a rudimentary grip on how volleyball worked anyway. "So… Yep! Bring back these forms at tryouts! You're dismissed!"

The Thompson Sisters and Nayumi got the forms and walked out of the gym. Patty and Nayumi had a hard time containing their squeals of excitement. "This is gonna be so freaking awesome!" They squeaked in unison, having extra hops to their steps.

"Well, I guess that means we need to work out more, Patty." Liz suggested. Though, since she and her sister practically ruled the streets of Brooklyn before their time in the DWMA, regaining their physical fitness from then shouldn't be too hard.

"Speak for yourself, sis," Patty said, looking at the older Thompson slyly, "I'm not the one gaining weight~"

Liz almost jumped out of her skin and covered her exposed midriff with her arms, blushing in embarrassment, "Sh-shut up, Patty!"

The final bell rang. Many were thankful that the busy day was over. Students retrieved their stuff from their lockers, and faculty locked up their offices and classrooms. By now, the only people around were those who were getting last-second errands ran or didn't feel like leaving yet for whatever reason. This included a young-looking girl wearing a standard DWMA uniform with the addition of a cap over her silver hair and a long scarf that peculiarly hid the lower parts of her face.

She looked around worriedly, constantly scanning around the hallways of the Academy as she approached the mission board. "I can't believe I'm doing this. I could get slaughtered here!" She thought frantically. Powerful chills ran down her body as she imagined all known DWMA attendants towering above with her with evil expressions, having whatever weapon, technique, or skill ready to eviscerate her.

She let out a feeble croak.

The girl finally arrived at the mission board. Her eyes shifted left and right to make sure no one was around to see her. She hesitated more than once, her mind bringing forth the possibility that someone could pop up while she did her task, which would lead to a series of nightmarish punishments. Swallowing the lump in her throat, and doing another quick check, she attached a mission onto one of the unoccupied pongs and sprinted down the way she came. Luckily, her worst fears did not come to pass.

"Eruka, did you do it?"

Eruka rounded a corner and leaned against a wall as she removed a crystal ball from her outfit. She adjusted the scarf down, revealing the black dots on either side of her mouth that would have given her away. "Yes, Lady Medusa. I put the mission where it needed to be. Nobody saw me."

"Hmhm. Excellent. Hurry back; we have much to prepare for."

"Yes, ma'am." Eruka replied as the crystal ball stopped glowing, and she put it away. Just when she thought she was free from her clutches, she managed to find a way to cheat certain death yet again. Eruka shivered as she felt something churn inside her, probably one of the snakes she thought died with her. "I hate you, Medusa. You're the devil."

With a sigh, Eruka put the scarf back where it was. Honestly, the frog witch thought this was one of Medusa's most cunning schemes yet. She was determined to weaken the DWMA, starting with the child soldiers to be sent that fabricated mission. Though, Eruka really did wish those snakes were out of her body already. She wanted to live a life where she wasn't in constant fear of Medusa.

"Well, let the games begin." Eruka mumbled to herself, glancing down the hall where the mission board lied before walking off.

Mission Location: Cobra Island
Mission Description: There is a powerful creature known as Atlas roaming around on a place called Cobra Island in the Pacific Ocean. Please send the Meisters and Weapons listed on the back to combat this threat.
Mission Difficulty: A Rank
Special Notes: Cobra Island has no airport, so the students will have to take it by boat. A ship will be prepared soon to escort them to the island. Travel information has also been provided on the back.
Status: Reserved

Author Notes

The scene with Caius at the beginning is expanded on in Soul Eater: Saeculum (Chapter 2).