Well, here y'are, folks! Thanks to all of my reviewers and readers!

(I never really get why everyone's always ticked whenever they have more faves than reviews. You guys are all incredible in my eyes! True, I feel a bit of favoritism for all those that review, but I'm not mad that you didn't review.)

Oh yeah, one more thing!

Pro Blacka (sorry, I didn't want to type the whole thing): 1

Anti Blacka: 1

Disclaimer: *disclaims*

Soul Evans really hated mornings.

Sure, his… unique circumstances had been rather enjoyable (not to mention completely mortifying) in the beginning, but now he was starting to dread going to sleep at night.

"Soul-kun~! Wakey, wakey!"

Ever faithful, Blair began the day by shoving her chest in his face.

And, as regular as clockwork, this was accompanied by a spray of blood from Soul's nose.

Any more of this and I'm gonna turn anemic…

Blair suddenly paused in her "affections," sniffing the air. Her eyes widened in distress. "Oh, no! Breakfast is burning!"

She reverted into her feline form, jumping off of Soul's chest. The white haired teen grimaced, wondering what a burned breakfast was in Blair's opinion. Judging from what he usually had to eat, he thought that he'd skip breakfast that morning.

Roughly half an hour later, Soul arrived at the DWMA. Nobody really knew what it stood for, and when asked, the teachers either ignored them or, if Marie-sensei had just gone through a nasty breakup, she informed them that it was the "dim-witted males academy."

Soul wiped his nose on the back of his hand, checking for bloodstains. He smirked in a satisfied manner when he found none.

Say… what would happen if Blair did manage to seduce me? Wouldn't that be bestiality?

Ew… time to think about something else.

Soul had been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he hadn't thought to watch where he was going. It's not like he would anyway; it wasn't cool.

Which was why he knocked some girl off her feet.

Soul glanced down at the person he'd bumped without much interest. "Sorry."

She glared up at him from the tiled floor with large green eyes. "Watch it!"

He blinked in slight surprise. This girl was tiny, and with pigtails, no less. She looked like a ten-year-old. Yet she had the spunk - or idiocy – to threaten him.

However, it wasn't cool to let ten-year-olds insult you, either.

"Watch it yourself…"

Wait for it…

"… Tiny tits."

"MAKA CHOP!"

The world disappeared as a starburst of pain erupted on Soul's skull.