DISCLAIMER: I have owned Soul Eater since birth and will not give it up. Just kidding. I don't own Soul Eater. Boo! T.T

My Wacky Tacky Principal

The tour was... long. Since not many students were in the halls at the time, our shoes tapping the floor was the only sound in the drawn out hallways. At frist, Soul had explained about how old the school was and where most classes were. After about fifteen minutes into free period we decided on going to the principal's office. For some strange reason, it's called the 'Death Room'. Soul didn't really go into detail on why, but he did point out rather clearly what Principal Death's personality was like.

"So remember Maka, he is a happy-go-lucky man who for odd reasons unknown appears to be into cosplay." Soul stated in a surprising bored tone.

"You make him sound like a flaky middle-aged-man who still reads manga."

"Well, I don't know about that but imagine carefree Stein, but instead of having his 'insane' moments, has intimidating ones instead. Don't worry though, he doesn't show that side of himself with new students." with that he turned back around and opened the door.

I was not prepared for what awaited me behind the door.

Before we could even get to wherever the principal was, there was this long corridor. The ceiling and walls were made from guillotine. Once you got over thr surprise of guillotines, you found yorself facing another shock. Inside of the Death Room stood a cartoon-like figure in a tall black cloak. Although the coat was kind a jagged around the edges, it still looked somehow neat. Instead of a face like normal people - there was a skull mask with three holes for eyes and a nose - in it's place. Principal Death's hands were huge and blocky. If that wasn't bizarre enough, the Death Room seemed endless. Sure there were windows, but there was also clouds moving through the 'sky'. Where a tiled floor or carpet would be found was miles of sand and cross-shaped tombstones sticking from the ground. In the middle of it all was a white, circular platform. On that platform, stood Principal Death, a mirror, and unfortunately Vice Principal Albarn.

"Heya! Hey! How's it going Soul-kun and-? ... Who is this?" Principal Death gleefully asked. His voice was very... high.

"Oh, hey Principal Death. This is the newest student in our class, Maka...? he didn't even know her last name. Turning to Maka he ask, "Wait, what's your last name Maka?"

Maka wasn't really paying attention, she was too busy glaring at the red-headed man staring at her.

"Maka?"

"Hmm? What did you say Soul?" breaking her glare with the vice principal, her attention was back on her white-haired friend.

"I asked for your last name?" he repeated.

"Oh..." this was something Maka did not want to say right now, but it can't be helped. "Albarn, Maka Albarn.?" it was barely above of whisper, but did not go unheard by Soul.

He nodded and continued, "Yeah, this is the new student in Classroom Crescent Moon, Maka Albarn, I've been giving-" his introduction of her was cut off by the vice principal's squeal of joy.

"MAKA! I was wondering when you were going to come and visit Papa today. What took you so long? Did this little octopus head force you to stay with him? MAKA! You know Papa loves you very much! Yay!" with that he jumped from eight feet away and latched himself onto the poor blond-haired girl.

WIth a sigh, Maka tried to squirm her way out of his tight embrace. "Papa, get off me." her tone was uncaring and had a bit of dislike in it, but you could clearly see didn't like his father affection too much. Maka struggled a lot, however it was all to no avail. He was adequate in size for his age, so therefore stronger than the sixteen year-old. The middle-aged man kept on rambling about how much of a perfect angel his daughter was.

Maka sighed again. 'Guess I have no choice now.'

With that she was able to wiggle one of her hands out from his hug and reached into her skirt pocket. She pulled out a fairly large big - which just had to be a dictionary because of it's size - and slammed it on Vice Principal Albarn's head.

"Maka Chop!"

He quickly let go of his daughter and retreated back to the principal's side. "Why Maka, why? What has Papa done now?" he continues to wine until Principal Death sent him a warning stare. That shut him up.

"Oh. So you're the little precious angel Spirit-kun is always talking about?" Maka had forgotten all about her principal. But he regained her attention again.

"Y-yes, and I'm sorry you had to see that Principal Death. He can get pretty annoying sometimes." she was slightly embarassed that he just witnessed her clobber her father.

"Nevermind that Maka-chan, I know just how... difficult your father can be. It's nice to finally meet you in person though." he looked over Maka and added, "Now that I've seen you and may I say you look just like your mother. The pictures Spirit-kun keeps here are all from when you were probably eight or nine."

"Wait! Back up a minute! Maka, Vice Principal Albarn is your father?' Soul said. She had completely dismissed the fact he had taken her here and was standing beside her the whole time.

"Yes, yes. Oh course. Didn't you know that from her last name Soul-kun?"

"...No." Soul huffed and a little pout like a small child who didn't receive what they wanted from Toys-R-Us. "It completely slipped my mind. Besides, they don't really look alike." Soul shot backtrying to regain some lost dignity and cool points.

It was true, Maka and Spirit looked nothing alike. Let's see physical traits:

Blond Hair - Red Hair

Green Eyes - Blue Eyes

Girl - Boy

Not to mention emotional traits. No need for a list on that one, it would go on for a while.

"That maybe true, but Maka-chan looks just like her mother." Principal Death was determined to stay in the conversation, so he just kept going, "So how is Kami-chan, Maka-chan?"

Spirit was seen trying to hold back tears beside the principal, but failing miserably. A vein popped on the principal's head before he took action.

"Reaper Chop!"

And her father was silent with a fountain of blood coming from his head.

Principal Death continued to yell at the unconscious man that he didn't even notice the two teens slowly back out of the room.

"That was weird." Soul tried to strike up a dicussion. It worked.

"Yeah, sorry about Papa he's really annoying, yet you just get used to it."

Soul turned to the clock. 10:25. Only a bit more than half an hour left of free period and back to class. They had already visited every room that Maka would need to know. Might as well spend the rest of free period like he normally would.

"Hey, Maka?"

"Yes."

"Wanna head over to the basketball court down the street from here?"

"Umm, sure. Why?" she was a kind of confused.

"You remember when we were in class today?"

"Yeah..."

"And the weird blue-haired boy?"

"Yep..." she was getting slightly irritated.

"Do you remember when we went to the infirmary, that Nurse Nygus said they had already left?"

"Yes, Soul." and impatient.

"Let's go play backetball with them?" Soul finally concluded.

"Finally." Maka mumbled.

"What was that Maka?" he heard her, but wanted to see the flush he knew she would have.

He wasn't disappointed.

"Nevermind." and with that she quickly ran off to where she thought the exit was.

"Maka!" Soul yelled after her, "Where are you going?"

"To play basketball! Where do you think?" she yelled back.

Soul shook his head. "It's this way Maka."

She stopped dead in her tracks and quickly turned around. "Oh..."

He sighed, but it wasn't a exhausted sigh, more of a happy one. "Come let's go. We only have half an hour of free period left." He walked of the other way then.

"H-hey! Wait up, Soul!" she skipped up next to him. Maka wasn't sure, but she thought she saw a smile grace his lips before he turned away. A real smile. Not smirk, grin, or fake smile he gave those girls who surrounded him in the halls during the beginning of the tour. But a real genuine smile.