A/N: I am sooo sorry I took this long to update! There really is no excuse for my pitiful lack of dedication, but I'll tell you what was up anyways. Last week I was on vacation with exactly ZERO internet connection, and then this week I was at a training camp all day and wasn't getting home until 10/11 at night, plus I was dead tired. I know, it's pathetic. But please forgive me. And, you'll have to have some more patience because next week I'm going on vacation (again) and I may or may not be able to update, but I will try my best. So so so so so so so sorry.
Disclaimer: I do not on Soul Eater or have any sort of assosiation with it. I am just a mere fan.
Chapter 2: Black Star's Confetti Cannon
Sid's POV
I walked up to Black Star with my hands in my pockets. He was working on some sort of ridiculous contraption that looked suspiciously like a cannon, muttering something about how he was going to use it to surpass god. I didn't really want to know.
I leaned up against the wall, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.
"So, Black Star," I began, "When I was alive I was rather curious about... things. And I was wondering...who are you going to ask to the Death Dance?
"Well, a star as big as me can't really be expected to choose just one of my thousands of fan girls to the dance, now can I?"
I grunted. Typical Black Star. "No, I suppose not."
He continued. "So, I decided that I am going to stand outside of the DWMA all night, waiting for the first girl that shows up in the morning, and when she does..." He patted the giant contraption next to him, smirking mischievously, "...well, let's just say she won't know what hit her."
I was confused. "So, what, exactly are you planning on doing with that..." I pointed to the object in question, "...thing?"
He just shook his head at me. "Oh, Sid. We don't want to ruin the surprise now, do we? Whichever girl walks up those steps first tomorrow morning will have the honor of being at my side for the dance. In fact, I'm sure she'll be so glad to accept my invitation, she'll probably faint- whoever she is."
Black Star took a moment to leap up onto the cannon, waving his hands wildly through the air, "HAHAHAHA BUT WHAT ELSE COULD YOU EXPECT, REALLY? GIRLS FALL FOR BIG STARS LIKE ME ALL THE TIME! AH HA HAHA!"
I sighed, pushing myself off of the wall. It looked like Black Star had already made up his mind, and I really didn't feel like wasting time trying to persuade him to do otherwise. As I walked away, Black Star continued to laugh about how amazing he was. It looked like if I was going to have a chance of winning this bet, I was going to have to go directly to Maka.
Maka's POV
BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEEP.
I groggily turned over, ready to hit the snooze on the alarm clock again. I cracked one eye open, glancing over at the clock.
5:01 AM. Shit. I over slept. Leaping out of bed, I rushed around the room trying to gather all of my school books. Luckily I had fallen asleep in my school clothes, so I didn't really have to worry about that. I grabbed a brush off of the night stand and tried to run it through my knotted hair. The brush did nothing, so I quickly pulled my hair up into my two signature ponytails, and I was just about ready to fly out of the door.
I stumbled into the kitchen, looking to grab so toast or something, but Tsubaki was already there making eggs and bacon. I had slept over her house the night before, because she had told me Black Star wasn't going to be home. When I asked her where he was, she told me she didn't know, only that he was planning "something big".
"Want some eggs?" Tsubaki asked me brightly, chipper as always.
"No thanks, Tsubaki, I'm kinda in a rush this morning. Sid said he had some extra credit assignment I could do for him in the library, but I was supposed to be there at five, so I'm already late." I rushed the words out of my mouth as I grabbed a slice of bread add stuffed it into the toaster.
She nodded. "Oh, okay then. I'll see you in school, I guess."
I grabbed the toast and gave her a muffled good-bye, cramming the toast into my mouth, and dashed out of the door.
I glanced down at my watch anxiously, noticing my bare hands. I must have forgotten my gloves at Tsubaki's, but there was no time to go back now- I was already twenty minutes late.
As I started up the academy steps, I noticed a tuft of blue hair kneeling behind some sort of cannon. What was Black Star doing here so early?
I approached him cautiously, "Black Star, wha-?"
An explosion erupted from the cannon, cutting my question short. Thousands of glittering pieces of Black Star-shaped confetti rained down around me.
A loud, obnoxious voice cut through the torrent of tiny, shimmering Black Star that floated around in the breeze, "CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE BEEN CHOOSEN TO ACCOMPANY ME, THE ALMIGHT BLACK STAR TO THE VALENTINE'S DAY DEATH DANCE. I'M SURE YOU ARE HONORED TO-"
As the confetti settled, my green eyes locked with Black Star's green ones where he was now standing- on top of the cannon. A spark of recognition flickered across his face.
"Maka, wha..what are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same question," I replied curtly.
He reached up a hand to rub the back of his head.
"Well, I was, uh, going to ask someone to the...uh, but I didn't think it would be...and it's not that you're...but I wouldn't, I mean, we aren't..."
"MAKA!" The cry of my name cut off Black Star's stammering, and we both looked around to find its source.
It was Tsubaki, sprinting up the steps with something clutched in her hands. My gloves.
She handed them to me, struggling to get words out between pants, "You forgot...these. I know...you don't go anywhere...without them."
I was grateful. "Thanks," I said, with a nod, taking the gloves and slipping them on.
Tsubaki gathered herself, seeming to finally notice the ground littered with confetti. She looked back and forth between me and Black Star.
"What's going on here?" She asked, tilting her head quizzically.
"Well, you see...uh..." Black Star started, but then he stiffened with a sudden flash of inspiration.
"TSUBAKI!" He shouted, even though she was standing less then five feet from him, "Do you want to go to the Death Dance with me?"
Her eyes snapped open, and she took a step back in surprise. Then, she flashed him a nervous smile.
"Sure." She hugged him quickly, and then released him, cheeks turning red. "I've been waiting for you to ask me."
Black Star took a step closer to her and tilted his head to one side, "You...you have?"
It was a cute moment, one that could have led to some serious, heartfelt confessions. I almost hated to break it up. Almost.
"Makaaaaa CHOP!"
My hand, holding a ridiculously heavy book came down with a hard "CRACK!" on Black Star's head. I smirked and leaned over to where he was lying on the ground clutching his skull in agony, "That's for not wanting to ask me to the dance."
I turned around and headed to the library, leaving Tsubaki to take care of her date. Hopefully I wasn't too late, and Sid would still let me do the extra credit.
As I rounded the corner, I spotted Sid on his cell phone, his back turned away from me. I leapt behind a large potted plant and crouched down, trying to eavesdrop on the zombie's call. I could only hear half of the conversation, but what I could hear, I didn't like.
"Yes, I know. Spirit's livid about it...yeah, Stein had already picked him...I had no chance...Yes, a confetti cannon...no, of course she said no...Maka-chopped him."
There was however, a little bit at the end that I did catch completely.
"So, anyways, Nygus, I was wondering...do you want to go to the dance with me?"
The phone was silent with static for a few seconds, but then I heard her muffled reply.
"Yes."
A/N: Ah, yes. This story has turned into a BlaTsu...sorry to any Ma*Star fan out there. This story is not for you, I guess. For everyone else, please keep guessing! No one has actually guessed the right couple yet so...yeah. And Please! Read and REVIEW!