I own nothing of Soul Eater. NOTHING I SAY.
Oxe's voice carried over the statement that class was in session and Blackstar was, as usual, late.
DAMNIT! Why do they have to start so early?! He bemoaned racing to his own classroom.
Blackstar was, once again, late. What gave it away for be the habitual stream of loose papers that followed in the wake of his frantic pace as he rushed to his own classroom. His sleeveless black shirt clung tight to him as his egg-shell white scarf trailed from his neck to the path behind him that his black shoes laid. With every step the bandages around his ankles contracted and expanded as his dark-blue pants flapped against the breeze. Blackstar's speed created a vortex of wind whirling towards his shadow. Blackstar came to a great wooden door that led out to the proscenium stage of the classroom. He stayed there for a second, as all the papers behind him hit his figure, to pray. He would be late…as usual, which all of his students have come to expect, but he was hoping there wouldn't be anyone else to lecture him about "being punc-tu-al"
"Alright Gods listen up! Let it be just me and my students and I swear I will never peep on Tsubaki while she's taking a bath." He openly prayed with his two hands clapped together.
Blackstar opened the door to his classroom and there stood Death the Kid and Maka Albarn
"FUUUUUUUUU-"
"MAKA CHOP" exclaimed the furious meister. Blackstar collapsed to the floor with an indentation in the same place she left her last mark "For god's sake Blackstar you could at least try to make it on time to your own class" she casually said.
"Yes, I agree with Maka, can't you just get here on time like any respectable teacher?" added in the shinigami
"But…I'm… a God" he painfully uttered into the floorboards.
Death the Kid sighed as he looked on the strewn body of Blackstar. "In any case Maka will be sitting in on your class today to see that everything is in order. While your students exceed all expectations in their physical requirements most of them are at risk of failing the scholarly side of this academy. So we'll be expecting a little more "by the book" teaching."
Blackstar got up and looked out into his class room. Seats were filled along the ascending rows of tables that reached six levels above the base proscenium stage he stood on. Blackstar honestly detested lecturing, and It didn't help that Maka was there evaluating his performance.
"Come onnnnn Kid, you know a kishsin won't be quizzing them on the anatomy of a frog!" Blackstar said, a vein throbbing at his temple -_-.
"Then you shouldn't mind quizzing them hmh. Well, my job is done, have a good time. See ya" he said as he zipped out of the room
I'm not a kid any more…ughhhh -_-. This is gonna suck so hard, he thought with chalk in hand as he began to doodle something on the board.
"OKAY Listen up today we're are going to explain the mechanics of the body based on its size and physical proportions and how that relates to battle" He announced all the way into the back where a particular meister-weapon pair sat.
In the far left corner of the semi-circle auditorium sat a diminutive meister and her tall weapon. The odd pair always sat in the back of the classroom and never seemed impressive to anyone else. However, this dark horse duo would prove to be an important part of the new generation of exceptional meisters and weapons the academy has ever produced.
Meister –Mary Curie (AKA Mary.) Mary was a small girl. At only 5' 3'' she was dwarfed by her weapon partner Hypatia who was 6' tall. Mary had long dark green hair that covered her right eye and draped along her back until it reached her mid torso. Her luminescent ivory face made her eyes sparkle like sapphires against the snowy ground. She wore a long sleeve zip-up purple and black hoodie that hung loosely as her own hands barely went through the sleeves. Her breasts were what could still be considered, underdeveloped against those of her classmates. However, it didn't help that such feminine features were bound by bandage to her chest and hidden by her hoodie. Another masking trait that, also gave a hint of androgyny, was her long tan cargo pants that hid her long legs. What could be the most feminine piece of clothing she wore was her mid-calf strapped burgundy boots with three crisscrossing straps buckled to hug her leg.
On the other hand her weapon- partner, Hypatia Fontaine, was a tall and lanky red head. Six feet in height, the girl towered over her diminutive partner. She was pale skinned and had an ample bosom that –also- rivaled her meisters. Both her buttocks and breast pressed against the blue jean overalls that were supported by two jean straps. The straps were held by two small buttons on the front breast: one, a 2 inch bright orange button that was a set of three white triangles with points converging to the center, and the other, a small white one with a Cheshire faced smile of thread across that pinned it to the overalls. Her cleavage was covered by a light green half tee that, beneath her overalls, skirted just above the naval. She had a face that was, like her body, tanned to an olive tone which complimented her brown eyes. This visage had a smooth halo of red hair, resembling the edges of a blocked lunar eclipse, as her hair was pulled into a ponytail. Finally, she had a set of brown leather flip-flops she wore (even if it was still winter).
Their paring was not just strange because of their height but also their abilities. Mary was always quite and often slept in class. Whereas, Hypatia worked hard in class paying attention and trying her best, but she, and everyone else in the academy, always fell short of Mary. The lackadaisical meister always got top marks in her academic studies with little to no effort, but failed in the athletic trials Blackstar loved so much. Hypatia worked opposite of that and was very athletic, which brought about an interesting dynamic to their relationship. For such a reason she was notorious for getting called on by every boy in the academy. That notoriety didn't fail when a note flew up to her table from a lower row.
"Aw come on Hypatia, what is this like..." she counted on her fingers "the seventh freaking note today! God they never quit coming." She huffed as she pulled the hood over her face. "How come you never try to go on –at least- one date with any of them?" questioned Mary as she frowned at her popular partner.
Hypatia blushed and laughed nervously "Well you know they would just get in the way of studying and if I spent more time dating some guy I wouldn't be much use to you around the house. None of them are really my type anyways."
"But you have options to pick from, I'm barely even noticed." Mary pouted slumping in her chair.
(Blackstar's voice) "Now see this plank of wood I drew, and now look at Professor Albarn. If you notice both are flat which gives the enemy little to work with in a battle. (as an aside) and little to work with in bed."
(Maka yelled in the background)"THE HELL DID YOU SAY"
(Blackstar's voice) "I'm just saying you have tiny tits and that it's a great- GAHHHH" he was interrupted as a large book eclipsed his vision
"Well…I'm mean….you're a cute girl" Hypatia nervously said slowly regretting her statement "and I mean that compliment not in a weird way at all" she laughed nervously turning her face away from her partner.
That was way too much to be said. Damn, damn, damn. Now I look weird. Hypatia worried.
"Yeah, well, you may think that but there never seems to be a guy who could. I just want to feel like a woman instead of some kid." She blankly said as she stared at Blackstar who was being pummeled by what seemed to be the whole Library of Congress that resided in Maka's possession.
Mary barely noticed her red faced partner who turned away from her previous embarrassing comment.
(Blackstars voice) "For God's sake how many books do you have?"
(Maka's voice)"Enough to beat the shit out of you. I! DO! NOT! HAVE! TINY! TITS!" With every exclamation she threw down another Thesaurus, Dictionary, Almanac, or World geography book she could get her hands on.
"So-…Soul said it, not meeeeee" Blackstar faintly whispered on his dying breath.
"SOOOOOOUUUUULLLLLLLLLLL YOU'RE A FUCKING DEADMAN" She roared charging out of the classroom hell fire trailing her foot falls on the poor floor.
May the God's have mercy on my Soul. Blackstar thought with the little shred of consciousness that survived the assault.
The class stared at their professor who laid there on the ground for a couple of minutes silent and unmoving.
If I play dead long enough maybe they will all leave my class and I can get home early Blackstar schemed in his weakened state of mind and body. With so much blunt force trauma to the skull it was almost a miracle that he could even think a coherent sentence.
Indeed, the plan worked. Blackstar was on the ground for five minutes when all the students found it better just to leave their unconscious teacher and get home early today. As the students left a couple of them put traffic cones around their proffesor so that no one would accidentally step on him on their way out.
As the class was leaving they saw shinigami Kid ordering the paper trail outside of the classroom door. "THE HORROR! THE UTTER CHAOS!" Kid cried as her scrambled across page after page.
"Do you think the professor will be alright?" Mary questioned her partner as she descended to the final level of seats.
"Yeah, but we should check him out just to be safe" confirming her meisters suspicion that their professor was indeed, dead.
Mary sat next Blackstar with her legs casually angled to the side. She turned him over onto his back as Hypatia stood off to the side of the room not really knowing any more she could do to help. With Blackstar on his back Mary laid her head in on his chest to confirm a solid heartbeat. She was blushing because her face felt the warmth of his muscles and inhaled the aroma that lingered on him. This comforting heat she had never felt combined with the soothing palpitations of Blackstar's heart were lulling her into a daze. She realized she needed to keep checking on him so she soon snapped out of it.
"Well he still has a heartbeat, I'll check his breathing too" she said with some trepidation. She had never been so close to a man in her life and being so close to his chiseled body in a small way excited her. Mary swallowed down her throat (a little) from the anxiety of it all. Her current position called that she lean in closer to hear his breathing. The young meisters bandaged chest was pressing against his warm pecs pulsating heat to the firm beat of his heart. She lifted her hair from her ear putting it close to his nose listening for a sign of smooth and constant breathing. The warm air from his nose grazed across her ear lobe sending a little sensation to her spine.
Blackstar was beginning to come out of his dazed state but not before he leaned his head up and thought he saw what looked like Tsubaki retracting her head from against his chest. He saw that she was leaning in, her ear close to his nose, and neck so very close to his mouth. He wanted to kiss her. He slightly leaned his head up and with his husky voice said, "You're beautiful, ya know" into the nape of Mary's neck.
When Mary heard the sound it was the last sensation to ravage her body. His words went across her neck and down her spine and across her whole system as every nerve opened to the feeling. Hypatia was astonished that Blackstar would say something like that to his own student so she stood there dumbstruck away from the pair. Mary retracted herself just as Blackstar leaned his face up further to plant a light kiss on -what he thought was- Tsubaki's mouth.
"AHHHHHHH" screamed Mary not knowing what to do after her own professor called her beautiful and became the first man to kiss her lips. She didn't know what to do but run. She took Blackstar's head, as a support, to prop herself up and slammed it into the ground as she bolted out of the room which made him pass out. Hypatia and Mary raced out of the classroom stunned and trying to figure out what just happened.
Blackstar groggily woke up in an infirmary bed next to Soul who had a Bandage around his head, a cast on his left arm, and a furious look on his face.
"Blackstar" he said.
"Yeah" responded the assassin.
"That was so not cool" he said with a frown "When I can walk my first steps are gonna be dedicated to kicking your ass."
"Oh, you think you're a big man? Trying to beat up on a god while he's down? Well bring it bitch, the same goes for me" he retorted with an impish smirk.
"Knock it off you two" said Maka as she lightly hit soul on the head with a small paperback. Blackstar looked at Maka's hand –which held the book- and saw a ring around her finger.
"Oh ho ho ho, what is this, seems my lie was the reason you got hitched, I'm the God of love and war!" Blackstar said triumphantly.
"I had no choice. After you did that she was so mad she nearly beat me to death for saying that in front of all your students. *whispering* I did it to stop her from mauling me to death. It was so uncool."
"Soul you were such an idiot, why didn't you say something sooner?" Maka said with an accusing stare.
Turning over in his hospital bed he retorted, "Gee I don't know Maka, maybe it was because if I opened my mouth I would have bitten my tongue off as you were slamming all those books into my skull."
"I swear being married to you is gonna be a living hell" she said stepping back and contentedly smiling at her future husband. Maka was dressed, as usual, in a preparatory look with her black over coat buttoned up and draping down her figure to her Black high-top boots. She still wore a white collared shirt with a stripped red and black tie underneath a yellow sweater vest. Her plaid skirt gently flowed with her gait as it waved along the mid-thigh line. She may have been an adult but her sandy hair was still in two pigtails.
"Gross, Soul I can't believe you picked her body over Blair. Seriously man I mean look at the facts" he said as he began to close his eyes and cockily talk towards the ceiling." Now Tsubaki or Blair they have great bodies why ju-", a large English dictionary fell upon Blackstar's face and he fell out of consciousness.
"Why didn't you stop him?" Maka said angrily.
"I thought he deserved it for forcing me to propose to you in such an uncool way." Soul said with the smile of man who just got his revenge. "Now let's get out of here, I'm starving" he said as he picked up his old meister and tossed her over his shoulder. He legs dangled down his chest as she clung to his backside with her head poking out from his side. She giggled with joy as they both headed back home.
Blackstar lay his own bed with Tsubaki, once again, over him; watching the God as he slept. He looked so serene with his chest slowly rising and falling. She lightly brought her right hand to his forehead and pushed it up through his hair and felt the tossed mess envelope her hand in a gentle heat with every fine blue bristle caressing her palm. She put her left hand to his cheek and leaned in to kiss him on the forehead. The deathscythe brought her head back up to gaze into his closed eyes.
What am I going to do with you…really? Still causing trouble.
She sat there smiling as she saw his eyes flutter open to the sight of her face.
"Wake up, the swelling seems to have gone down now" she stated.
"Good" he replied as a wide grin came across his face.
"From what Maka tells me she says you deserve much more for what you said in front of your students" she scolded changing the cold towel across his forehead. "You shouldn't antagonize her so. She is sensitive and…and… you shouldn't be so mean"
"Oh come on, it was just a bit of fun" He said with a wicked smile planted across his face. He got up to look at Tsubaki wholly. She was on all fours in a pair of jean shorts, thigh-high black socks, and a white tank top.
"Besides, he proposed, didn't he?!" he contentedly replied.
"I know, and I'm really excited. There's lot to help with to get the wedding day ready. Today, we celebrate, so I made your favorite meal" she said as he got up.
"YES" Blackstar yelled. He swept girl's feet with his arm and she feel into his outstretched arms. They both laughed as she landed in his outstretched arms
"YOU ARE AMAZING NYAHAAHAHA" he yelled before he started tickling her into submission.
Below Hypatia and Mary were sitting around the apartment. Mary sat deep into the cushions of her papa-san chair with her hood over her face a pair of ear buds in. Hypatia lay across the sofa in the living room with a book in hand, but her head lost in thought.
(Above them)"STOP STOP hahahaha, OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. THE FOOD! THE FOOD IS BURNING!"
Sounds like those two are at it again, she thought as she looked up at the ceiling. She looked at her meister who hadn't said a thing about the incident with Blackstar. Ask her, don't. ughhh -_-. I don't know what to do…."
"Mary… Mary" she leaned forward from laying down "MARYYYY" she yelled.
"Yeah" Mary said removing the buds from her ears and lifting the hoodie off her face.
"I was just thinking, maybe we should talk about what happened today, since you haven't said anything about it since" Hypatia asked with a concerned look.
Mary choked at the request and got up to the fridge. "Do you want something from the fridge? I do. Where do we keep the pomegranate juice?" she said with a nervous smile as she rummaged through the stocked refrigerator.
"Just left of the eggs. But seriously…" Hypatia pleaded as she flipped over to face her meister. "You seem out of sorts today and it's weird especially for someone as collected as you."
It did seem weird today for Mary as she remembered coming into the apartment and slamming all the doors behind her. She began to –uncharacteristically- play with her hair more often. Also, she pulled out some perfumes from a dust covered box as Hypatia was making dinner. She also noticed that her music choices for today were more love oriented with songs like Love story, Tiny Dancer, Marimba Marimba, and a few My Chemical Romance songs.
Something was off.
Mary thought of Blackstar's voice trailing her neck and leaving her vulnerable to the sensations it caused. Her frayed and frantic nerves, exacerbated up by such words, were sealed by a set of dry lips, although a bit rough, warmly entwining themselves to her own in a comforting fusion that felt like the summer breeze off the ocean on a fading afternoon. Mary began to feel the blood move from her small body and into her cheeks as they turned scarlet.
"well…ummm. i…ugh…. I really… don't know how to explain it" she said with a sheepish grin as she starting pouring the juice into a glass.
"It looks to me like you might be crushing on the teacher" Hypatia teased with a devilish smile on her face. She was both mocking and at the same time interrogating her partner for a tell-tale sign.
The sign was the stunned look that Mary gave at the end of Hypatia's tease as Mary began to not notice that she was spilling the juice onto the countertop.
"Oh, shit." The meister screamed as she noticed the juice spill over onto the counter top.
"I'll help" Hypatia said quickly rushing for a rag to soak up the mess. Hypatia noticed this significant imbalance in her partner and was concerned.
"Mary?" she said finishing up the mess
"Yeah" Mary said with her cup in hand and a nervous gaze in her face.
"I know you might be feeling something for Blackstar, but you have to snap out of it. He's your teacher. I mean, it's just not right, ya know?" Hypatia earnestly stated to her Meister. "I mean it's just a crush. It was really weird that he kissed you, but you have to ignore it. And if he tries to make a move on you, don't worry; I'll always be there to protect you" the obedient weapon said to her meister.
Hypatia looked up to her meister because Mary was always efficient and intelligent in executing all the problems that were thrown at them. However, this new problem could pose a threat to their relationship.
"I will always be there to look out for you, you know."
"I do, and… thanks Hypatia. I may not say it, but I'm really happy that I chose you to be my partner" Mary said with a smile as she sipped her juice and went back into the papa-and chair and snuggly put her ear buds in.
Mary passed out in the chair, as usual, with her ear buds still in. Hypatia got up, took off her overalls and bra, brushed her teeth, and picked up her meister to get her in bed. She unclothed her meister -furiously red faced from the embarrassment- as she took off the small girls cargo pants, boots, and hoodie. Mary was so small she often seemed like a doll when Hypatia unclothed her during this nightly ritual. Hypatia would always put her meister in their shared bed because she would fall always asleep before ever attempting to try and put herself to bed. With her meister in hand, Hypatia set the girl down in bed and crawled up opposite to her on the bed. It was cold this time of the year and heat was better shared when the two were close.
Hypatia liked to brush back her meisters long bangs that concealed her eyes during the day and push it back behind her ear. Mary, with her bangs moved, had a glowing radiance that made the stars seem dimmer and the moon more drab by comparison. For Hypatia her meister was the moon and the stars. Mary's was a coveted beauty that only her weapon-partner enjoyed in this repeated ritual. The soft skin and delicate beauty of Mary's face was the delighted final sight of the weapons night as she gently lulled herself to sleep basking in the heat emanating from them both; enveloping each other underneath the large blanket. Hypatia slept with a smile on her face lying next to the girl she so secretively loved.