Wired Miester (O.P.M)

Chapter 2

AsukaFireDuchess


A/N: Hey, look another chapter! Nothing special really happens in this one but I can't wait to write the next one 'cause….you'll find out! X)


Sitting the plane wasn't SUCH a horrible experience for her. Sure, some random punk with a grenade hijacked the plane, but it there just so happened to be an epic scythe miester aboard, who had coincidentally zero patience left inside of her. Currently the criminal was squirming next to her on the floor. "Thank God he didn't shoot anyone," Maka sighed while sinking deeper into her seat. If there was one thing that she wasn't, that was a medic.

Despite this workout, the flight to Japan was smooth and quite comfortable. On her way out an air hostess even called her "beautiful"! Maka's face flustered slightly at remembering her remark. She was so used to being nit-picked by Soul that she was convinced that there was absolutely nothing attractive about her. Tsubaki and the others were aware that she only seemed flat-chested because of being a miester, she had to look serious on missions, at all times- thus, certain precautions needed to be taken. But it was no sweat for the others, since no one could even catch a glimpse of them in their weapon forms.

"LANDING IN 15 MINUTES," the pilot's voice boomed from the speakerphones. "W-what? Already!" Maka's emerald eyes grew wide in disbelief. Well whatever... if Black*Star could grow his bone back in an hour, why couldn't she reach Japan in four?

"Would you look at that," the teenager's eyes grew wide once more. True Cross Academy was HUGE. It was a CASTLE! So elegant…was it bigger than Shibusen? No, it couldn't be! Or was it…?

The walls were a creamy shade of beige with caramel brown designs carved on the edges. The main rectangular building stretched out as far as the eye could see. Two longer towers were at its sides with a similar design and triangular tops. There were countless stain-glass windows with arabesques for planes. It made her feel as if she was going to Church. And just to ADD to the academy's magnificence, there was a gigantic clock tower behind the campus.

In short, the architecture was breathtaking. It only Soul was here he would have been fawning over it's beauty, after all he DID love judging architecture… "Soul," Maka sniffed out.

Speaking of architecture, when she was GETTING here he felt the serious need to throw up. The buildings were all clustered together on a single cliff with railways and roads on top on it all. Talk about making the other person claustrophobic. She had to admit that it was the same with Death City but at least everything was sustained in a neat and orderly fashion back there, maybe it had something to do with Death the Kid- the certain symmetry loving miester who had a way of always getting what he wanted. Wait, Kid, Liz, Patty, her friends. Argh, it made her stomach churn; how she missed them.

"Excuse me miss, but you must be Maka Albarn. Am I right?" A young man with teal eyes hidden behind black frames asked.

"Yes I am." Maka replied with equal politeness (and firmness) with a slight gesture of the head.

"My name is Yukio Okumura and I'm here to escort you to Sir Pheles' office. I'm sure that you must have at least a vague idea of why you are here." Maka felt a sudden respect for this stranger. His strict attitude, polite yet firmness reminded her of herself. He didn't seem like your average lying, cheating, stealing man. But if he turned out to be, then she would regret her thoughts on him to the fullest.

He returned the favor and gestured to the entrance hall courteously, "Well that's alright since you are about to find out-naturally I would have shown you around but apparently that's my brother's duty." He added as a genuine side-note.

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"Alright, here we are!" Yukio casually pushed open the large oak doors of the principal's office. Maka couldn't help but to mentally sweat drop at this. This was just like how everyone in Shibusen treated going into Shinigami-sama's office. Even though only a few selected members of Spartoi could enter the Death Room without permission, apparently EVERONE was doing it none the less.

"I actually can't go any further than this for now, but anyways, good luck!" Yukio waved as he disappeared into the other side of the corridor. Maka confidently walked into the well lit room, obviously this mission couldn't be any more challenging than the others that she face, what's more difficult than defeating a demon king, after all?

…The hell?

Illuminated by the sunlight was a teenage boy-who looked about her age-, passed out on an expensive oak chair, mumbling something which she could make out as "sukiyaki". Next to him was a magician/clown DRENCHED in pink sitting behind a huge desk. He was sweat-dropping just like her and waved is hand her way to gesture her in. What exactly was this all about- let it be a honest mistake!

"Please don't tell me this has something to do with my mission…"


A/N: 1. I'm quite grateful to you readers for actually checking out this fanfiction! I guess that might must mean that even others were eager for a Maka and Rin fanfic!

2. Maka is 15 in this (as old as Rin and the others)

3. Yaaaayyyyyyy! She met Yukio! It was a short and brief meeting but don't worry, they'll obviously meet again, in fact she's gonna meet everyone!