DISCLAIMER: FOOLS MY LEGEND DATES BACK TO THE TWEALVTH CENTURY… EVEN THEN I DID NOT OWN SOUL EATER
I haven't slept in three days. Maka finally caved on my sleep in the bathroom plan after placing a small toilet in the living room (Excalibur's orders) and a large sheet separating the living part of the bathroom from the um more private area. As of right now though, my bladder was telling me to visit said area. Maka on the other hand was asleep on said bladder. Damn it Maka. I franticly search for the pillows we had brought in with the blankets. How said material could go missing in such a small room astounded me.
"Hey Maka I gotta pee." I plead trying to move said girl. All that greeted him was a bleak green eye studying him before closing again.
"Then pee I'm sleeping." She growled. Excalibur had angered her more than even Blackstar could. No wonder the hyper brat avoided them this week. From behind the door I could hear the legendary sword talking in his sleep.
"Even in his sleep its annoying." I growled as I finally made my way to the toilet. The next day in school we were once again avoided like the plague. This time I couldn't blame them. That damn sword was a plague and my miester was the one it loyally followed. I wisely kept my mouth shut about it. So far her Maka chops had been given to the white dancing rodent and not me (yay brain cells). No I had wisely hidden myself in the bathroom every day after school. Now hiding was not cool but even cool guys knew when they were defeated.
"Soul pass me the headache pills." Maka whispered as she held her head in defeat. This ritual had begun the night the bastard decided to claim the main part of the house his. Between the two of us the pharmacy at the school had taken to sending them via Hiro (who seemed immune to the annoying blob) to our home.
"Get me one out as well." I muttered as Sid busied himself with throwing knives at the five hour story telling sword.
"If Sid manages to kill it or if I decide to scythe him we tell Lord Death he killed over." Maka said as Excalibur's cane wacked the back of her head sending said body part forward slightly. I nodded as he massaged her sore bruise. Finally when we arrived home I decided to commit brain cell suicide (of course living with Maka for the past three years meant this didn't faze me.
"You take the bathroom I've got lord of the douche bags." I sighed as I prepared myself for the horror of the evening.
SIX HOURS LATER
I crept in the small bathroom hoping not to wake my miester. Her wavelength had been as staggered as mine these last few days.
"We take the bastard home the day after tomorrow." She whispered as she placed her arms around me. I could hear the excitement in her voice and it cracked like a whip in our wavelength. I nod happy that she's happy. If this is what it's like to be a death scythe then I need more aspirin.
"FOOLS WE STILL HAVE TO HAVE A FIVE HOUR STORY TELLING!" Excalibur yelled banging his cane on the door. Both Maka and I groaned as we tried to drone out the horrid demons voice. So much for sleep.