Soul wasn't a huge bookworm like his meister Maka, was. He might even take a little pride in himself that he won't grow mushrooms from his head from being cooped up in a room all day just reading books. I mean, reading books? Who would do that in their free time? Books are alright, and the ones that provide answers to his next math quiz are his favorites, but things like fantasy, sci-fi, etc. Why does he need to read them, especially since he's already living such a lifestyle? Killing prekishins certainly isn't in the daily lives of normal people, but for him, it's a walk in a park. Not to brag or anything.

Anyways, one day Soul ended up getting a severe fever. Shit was so bad that even Maka had to stay home from school for a few days. He constantly told her that he was fine, that he wouldn't need to be babied for having just a cold. She finally obliged when a pop quiz was coming up. Ugh. Stein and his pop quizzes. Not cool man, not cool. He's probably going to get assigned to complete that, and even then he doesn't have the mental willpower for makeup. He's gonna bomb it anyways.

While Maka was away in school, Soul was busy dying in bed. He only got up on occasions to use the bathroom, refill his water bottle, and drag a book out from Maka's room. He's been advised to stay in his room to prevent the germs from getting all across the house, but he desperately wishes to be coddled up on the couch with his favorite shark pillow (a cool shark pillow). He's been missing the new episodes that were coming on the TV and he doesn't need to be spoiled the next time he comes back to school.

So, why did Soul drag a book out of Maka's room? Because he was tempted to *read* to pass the time. Daring, he knows. He tossed and turned the idea in his mind: Should he read? I mean, there was nothing else better to do than just sitting here. His console is connected to the TV, so his only form of entertainment was to trudge to the living room. Easy task.

The only issue was that he was completely drained of his energy.

Being sick was no joke: he was completely zapped from any determination to do anything. He lets out a loud, audible groan as he now realizes that he actually might have to turn to books to keep his attention alive and not just snooze for the next 4 hours, where he has to inevitably get up to use the bathroom again.

He rustled a little in his bed a bit before he opened the book. Based on the title alone, Soul would guess it was one of those famous mystery books that he clawed off Maka's shelf. Bracing himself, he held his breath a little as he began to read the first page of the book. A solid two minutes pass before Soul collapses on his bed again, letting out a louder groan than last time.

"This is soooo boring..."

A laugh was heard coming from his mirror. Just as quickly as he collapsed onto his bed, he shot up with immense fear. Did he hear that right? Was that-a girl laughing? He glanced around his room, the same worry striking fear deep within his heart. God, was it the tv in the living room? Could it even turn on like-

"Sorry, but you gave me quite a scare too!" Now Soul was tripping balls. What the fuck? Who kept talking? He threw his sheets off, scanning the room for any abnormal sight. He leaped off the bed, ignoring the pangs ringing through his body after exposing it to the cool environment of his room. He preyed around his room, convinced that whatever was speaking was some microphone hidden within his shit. He was determined to find it though. So determined in fact, he grabbed his basket of laundry and dumped all of it out, rummaging through the pile of stinking laundry. Another laugh was heard, and then a mock of a retort, "yoo hoo~! Over here!"

"Alright, where the hell—!" Soul snapped his body in the direction of the voice. Almost instantly his harsh and snippy reply died. Because in front of him lay a maid-no wait, a nun trapped in a mirror!?"-uh...what the hell are you...?"

She gasped. "Language, mister!"

Soul sputtered. "b-but you're in my mirror!"

The cute blonde nun simply crossed her arms, huffing. "That is still no way to treat a lady."

"eehhh...?" Soul was thoroughly confused. This full-body mirror was given to him as a gift from Crona. Now he's starting to wonder if it was truly a gift or just some cursed object that they wanted to toss out of their room. Soul was praying that it wasn't the latter. "Okay okay okay. But like, how are you doing that? Are you a ghost, or somethin?" Soul cautiously stepped towards the mirror, squinting at the woman in front of him.

She lets out another laugh, then drops to dead silence. She pinched herself, letting out a quiet yelp. After her small experiment, she lets out a sigh of relief. "No, not a ghost. Not yet anyway."

"So...you're just a girl stuck in a mirror?"

"Well from my perspective, it looks like you're the one trapped in the mirror."

"Nah nah, that can't be right. I'm here-" He gestured towards himself and only until then did he realize he was stuck wearing his bone trousers. He gulped down his embarrassment and continued his explanation to make his point. The pride of being right currently outweighed his pride in his underwear. "-and yet you're stuck in like, a bunker looking base. It's dark as hell there!"

She puffed her cheeks at the curse word, "Language! And I'm just in my Company's room! Where's yours?"

"'Yours' what, lady?"

"You're room! I'm assuming you're a new recruit for another company."

"What 'company' are you talking about?!" And how did this talking girl mirror thing just normalize the idea of talking to a mirror?

The woman frowned. "You're...company...You know, the Special Fire Force?"

Now it was his turn to frown. "Hey lady, I have no idea what you're talking about. I kill people, and then eat their souls."

The woman's face immediately drained its color. Soul didn't think it should be much of a bother. Hell, all weapons do it and it's like, the main goal for the weapons in DWMA. It's pretty much normalized. So why is this girl getting bent out of shape about it? Still, he couldn't help but feel just a ghost of a pang when he saw her face fall.

"Y-you...harm innocent lives, only to satisfy your hunger of souls?!"

"NO! I-ugh." Soul facepalmed and took a deep breath. 'Alright, Soul. Play it cool. Take it one step at a time. First off, get her name.' When he dragged his hand away from his eyes, he still saw the sickening fear running down her face. This was going to take a while.

"Wait, so you're telling me you ride a motorcycle?" The woman inquired about the young weapon.

"Hah, yeah! And not just any motorcycle, but a *custom* Harley Davidson superlow!" He tried to hide the immense grin on his face and instead turned it into a cocky smirk.

"Ahhhh, 'so cool'!" She clapped, despite her tone of voice wavering due to her ignorance of motorcycles. She's even starting to pick up on his lingo, which was pretty cool. "..but-" she hummed and mirrored the cocky smirk that the boy had on his face, "Aren't you a little too young to be riding one of those? Especially without a helmet on?"

"ah-" She caught him red-handed. "Wait, how do you know that I don't wear a helmet?"

"Oh. I didn't. You seem like the kind of person who wouldn't."

"ah." He flushed, not believing that he just outed himself like that. To make matters worse she flexed her win on him, literally. She flexed a single bicep and said something like, "point one for me!" or some cute shit like that.

So after their brief introduction, the two began to understand their current situation: Her name was Iris and she was a nun working with some 'Special Fire Force Company team 8'. She was fixing her hair using a handheld mirror. She briefly left to get a hairbrush, and when she came back she heard his groans of agony over Maka's book. She was petrified at first before inching closer and closer to the mirror lying in her bed. As she studied Soul, she accidentally let out a small giggle at his antics, and it started from there. Soul also discovered that she and he do a similar job: They both take down beings that were human once before and fight evil and stuff. The only difference is that while he can transform into a scythe, she prays for the souls for a safe journey to the afterlife. Or something like that. Either way, he thinks it's hella cool.

Soul realized that nearly two hours have passed of the two just speaking about their lives. The sound of a fire alarm going off within the mirror is what interrupted their conversation. "Oh! I have to go. It was nice talking with you, Soul Eater Evans!"

"Eh, just call me Soul." He curled a brow at her using his full name like that.

"Alright then Soul, it was nice meeting you!" She gave him a quick bow before setting the mirror back down on her bed, her face disappearing from view.

"Oye, Iris wait-!" By then it was too late. The mirror's curse had worn off and all that was staring back at him was himself, outstretching his hand a tad bit towards the mirror. He looked down at his hand and scoffed a little, 'Geez, what am I getting so attached to a mirror for?'

"Soul!" Maka yelled out her partner's name. She was being pinned down by the curve of an ax, and a foot to her ribs. She was getting crushed, literally.

"You got it, Maka!" Soul ran up to the current pre-kishin that they were conquering, and leaped over the towering figure. This was number 68 if he had to guess. He kinda lost count after eating Blair's soul by mistake, forcing their count to go back down to 0. He transformed his leg into part of his scythe form to slice the neck of the lumberjack they were defeating. A black cloud shrouded the body instantly, and after its whirlwind, it left behind a glowing red soul.

"Phew..." She leaned up to grab her chest, taking slow deep breaths. "Thanks Soul, I thought I was a goner."

"The only goner here is this guy." He licked the drool dripping down his lips. As he prepared to swallow the pre-kishin, he briefly remembered his strange encounter with the girl in the mirror. Soul glanced deep into it and reflected the fact that this lumberjack killer dude was in fact, once human. Just as he was about to swallow the soul whole, he muttered a quiet 'Latom'.