Soul Eater Chronicles Episode 3: Blind Date

"W-what are you going to do?" mumbled Chrona.

"Nothing... Don't tell anyone, okay?" Mizune winked.

"Wait! You have to tell –" It was too late. They all disappeared into the crowds, leaving her with a small hint of what was to come. Almost immediately, she ran in search for help.

Even though she had a good relationship with the witches and that even her name had some degree of relevance to them, she needed to stop whatever they were planning. Ever since her mother died, Chrona had severed all contacts with the witches. She did this because she didn't want to be used again in one of their diabolical schemes. She had her freedom now and had also pledged her allegiance to the school. Thus, there was no stopping her from turning her back to those who could stab it.

"I'm not a pawn anymore!" she screamed to herself.

At the same time, Soul had just exited the bookstore. He got a book and was looking quite pleased with himself. For how could he not? Thanks to his winning personality and clever negotiating skills, he was able to buy the book with only a fraction of its original cost. Not to mention that it was also brand-new, hardbound, and was entitled, "How to NOT Date Your Loser Boyfriend", the extreme edition.

"Who am I kidding?" he fell back in defeat.

The thing that was meant to inspire love between him and Maka was also the very thing that warded against such love. It was counterproductive. With the mere act of buying it, he had already screwed himself over.

"Can't this day get any worse!?" he complained to the heavens.

BAM!!!

Not a second later, he was knocked down by something fast. When he came to, he saw Chrona standing over him, looking scared and confused.

"Soul, we have to warn the Shinigami! Witches are in the city!" she was panicking.

"What are you talking about?" he said, irritated.

"There are witches nearby!"

He got up and looked at those around them. The people were dressed as zombies, mummies, ghouls, and witches. He almost laughed at how Chrona must've mistaken this as a takeover on Death City. What a fool she was. She probably doesn't even know what Xmas or Halloween is all about.

"Okay, Okay, I understand," he chuckled.

"No... you don't," she caught on. Dismayed by his lack of trust, she decided to try elsewhere.

But before she could leave, Soul grabbed her by the hand. "Wait!" he said. He showed her the infernal book, his would-be gift to Maka. "Do you think that Maka'll like this?" he asked.

"I-I don't know..." she pauses for a moment and then tells him in a sad tone, "I don't know what Maka likes." As saddening as the truth was for her, little did she know how those words were music to the boy's ear.

"You don't?" he was barely able to contain his excitement upon realizing how ignorant she was. His heart was jumping with joy for he was so far ahead of the competition, or so he thought. He was about to say a lot of mean things when a hand touched his shoulder.

"Huh?" he looked back and saw two men behind him: A young priest and a portly man who appeared to be wearing brown lederhosen. The first, he recognized as the Death Scythe, Justin Law. While the other was someone he'd only seen once before in Shibusen.

"Good morning, Soul. Long time, no see," said Justin.

He gasped, "You!" pointing his finger at priest, "What are you doing here!?"

"I'm just accompanying my friend, Buttataki-san, to the school."

"Yo! I'm Joe," the older man waved his hand.

"Okay... Go on your way, then. Sorry, but I'm busy here!"

Joe tried to explain the situation while Justin listened to some tunes, "Well, actually, we're also here to pick you guys up. We're on a secret mission and –" he was immediately interrupted.

"OH NO! I'm not falling for that trick again! No way in hell am I cleaning that guy's damn ride again!" he protested and proceeded to distance Chrona and himself from them.

"LET'S NOT BE RUDE, JOE-SAN! CAN'T YOU SEE THEY'RE ON A DATE?" Due to his earphones, Justin couldn't hear himself talk and ended up announcing the whole affair to the world.

"W-WHAT!?" both students were quick to react. It was only at this time did they notice how Soul was still holding on to Chrona's hand. "It's not what it looks like!"

Joe threw his head back and laughed wholeheartedly, "Ah, to be young and in love! Hah!"

"NO, we're not!" blushing, as they denied it. However, as surprised as they were the first time, to finally realize that the WHOLE of PussyFoot stood silently watching their little scene play out was a bit shocking to say the least.

Chrona felt herself shrinking more and more as so many eyes were trained on them. On the other hand, Soul suffered a third blow. "Ah sh*t..." was all he could say after he recognized that the majority of the shoppers were all Shibusen students. More importantly, these guys were those whinny, shaded-silhouette, "extra" students, whom he remembered making extra angry sometime ago.

"Friends of yours?" asked Justin, while the extras whispered amongst themselves.

"Does that answer your question!?" Soul pointed to the large sign that had appeared on the crowd saying, "Soul is a dead man!"

"Wow, an angry mob already? Death City has really changed, huh?" laughed Joe.

Then, Soul froze upon seeing a new sign appear on the extras' cardboard-ish-type bodies "Maka will know, you two-timing bastard!" The thought of a hundred – no, a thousand Maka Chops splitting his head was already painful, not to mention that the agitated mob was slowly closing in on them.

"W-we're on a secret mission, right!? – Let's get out of here, then!" he grabbed all three of them and blitzed through the streets, ramming whomever just to escape as the angry mob was hot on their heels.