The Various Acts of Black Star on His Weapon's Birthday:
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First, he had graciously bestowed his signature star on his calendar; in special blue ink might I add, on the day that corresponded with his weapon's date of birth.
He had smiled, pleased with himself.
Second, he actually remembered. After sleeping in, using up all the hot water in the shower, admiring himself in the mirror and choosing his most-worn clothing, he glanced at his calendar and remembered.
He had smiled, pleased with himself.
His weapon, Tsubaki Nakatsukasa, had gotten up with a pleasant disposition and made breakfast as usual.
"Hmm, it's my birthday. What should I make for breakfast? What would Black Star want?" was her train of thought.
The young man sat down at the table, awaiting nourishment, when he committed a third act.
He thought about what to get her. Of course he hadn't prepared ahead of time. But the Great Black Star never fails.
He considered a signature, but everybody got that anyway. Tsubaki herself had a storage of 111 signatures (all those #1's are fitting, aren't they?). So Black Star thought some more.
He actually considered giving her a lock of his hair, but what was he kidding? If he gave Tsubaki a lock of his hair, everybody would want one. Gods don't go around bald. At least this one didn't.
Black Star continued thinking throughout the day (giving himself an unusual headache), but he refused to give up. He lost his concentration a couple of times when he had an uncontrollable act of excitement over his best test score yet (30 out of 125), and when he had his customary grand-scheme entrances of godly attention-hogging splendor. But he soon became concerned once Shibusen let out for the day and the inevitable was coming: Tsubaki's party.
He knew everyone was planning a party for her; and, of course, he had let it slip to Tsubaki. She promised that she would act surprised for everyone else's sake.
So they went home, changed, and got the on-cue call to head to Kid's house. Their walk there was slow and steady. There was a warm breeze, and the stars had all come out as if something interesting was going to happen. The grinning moon drooled.
"Surprise!"
Tsubaki smiled wide, feigning surprise, as she and Black Star walked into Kid's mansion. Everyone else already knew Black Star must have blabbed, and Maka lightly gave him her signature Maka Chop.
Now, parties for this particular group of technicians and weapons usually go like this: Kid meticulously organizes them, and Black Star does just the opposite. So they were surprised when the cerulean-haired ninja did little besides stand there and grin like an idiot.
He grinned like an idiot as his weapon smiled and laughed (and occasionally apologized for laughing too loud; just like the over-polite Tsubaki would), and grinned like an idiot while she was, quite frankly, the center of attention.
He grinned like an idiot because he had committed his final act of the day, done something he had never done before, and figured out his weapon's present all at the same time:
He let someone else be the star for once.
He smiled, pleased with himself.
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Whew! My first Black Star/Tsubaki piece or whatever you want to call it. Honestly, I'm better equipped with Soul/Maka, but this pairing is cute, and I liked writing for it. I think it almost had to be humorous; it involves Black Star. But I may write another one; this one was fun. Perhaps something a bit more dramatic. But, yeah, here ya go. Hope you liked it: Now Review!