A/N: Ugh. School's started again; and so far, this thing's gonna be 28 chapters long! DX I hope I can type it all up on Christmas break! I'm still sprinting for my grades… Okay, thank you for the reviews!
: Aw, thank you so much! I'm so glad you love it so much. X33! It's people like you that keep me going! I'm sure I'm gonna finish this now!
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His Nightmare Before Christmas
Chapter 1
A Friend
A few days later, The yellow pen was dashed across the paper as notes were written; "..Memories are stored in the brain, but the most clear ones are those dear to your heart; and since the heart and soul are so connected, you can replay these memories if one is in resonance…." Soul Studies class was just the same as ever for Maka, as she was silently listening to Stein's lecture. She turns to her left, and sees her weapon; fast asleep next to her. She turned back to her notes with a smile on her face. But once recalling what Stein said before she turned, she realized the notes were now…Rather off topic. "That can't be right…" She began to erase over and over…Until the paper ripped. This had happened way too many times. "Now my paper's all ripped—GAH." She just grabbed it, and banged it into a ball, and threw it over to her left in a blushing rage.
"OW?" Someone let out below her row. "H-Huh?" Maka said, blinking. She looked down to see the familiar blond weapon with his meister yet again.
After class, Maka sighed, fidgeting with embarrassment. "I-I'm really sorry…."
"Hey, hey; It's okay! I screw up on notes all the time!"
"Yeah, from doodling on them." Her weapon laughed, peeving her a bit. Maka laughed sheepishly at the two of them. "Anyway! Aren't you the person playing Sally?" The meister spoke. Maka smiled a little. "Actually, I am! You play…?"
"Shock! My weapon here is Lock."
"Ah, the Trick-Or-Treaters! By the way, do you get any odd vibes from the person playing Barrel?"
"Actually, Yeah…"
The person playing Barrel went by the name of Fla. He had a more…over-the-top acting, but he was the only choice. His purple dark hair and yellow eyes just…seemed to give off evil to Ana and Maka. Something seemed like they had to fight him. Whoever the hell knew why would probably be disgusted.
The blond shrugged in his red jacket. "I don't see what's wrong with him." Both girls rolled their eyes. "And you're not a meister." They both stated. "What does that have to do with it?!" He yelled back. Ana sighed. "You can't pick up the dark, corrupted and obsessed vibes, that's what."
"Wow; what do you have against him?"
"Nothing; we just pick it up." Maka interjected, making the boy roll his eyes. "Sure."
"Can I see that book, Maka?" Maka handed her the book, knowing what she would do; and the Maka Chop was successful. "OW!" Maka let out a victorious laugh as Ana exclaimed. "Oh! Just as a reminder;" She said, hand upon her messenger bag, "Do you know that it's dress rehearsal today?" Telling by Maka's eyes going wide, she saw what was next. "WHAT?!" Maka looked shocked and unprepared, and Ana facepalmed due to Maka's 'fail', as she'd call it. "Wow; that's unlike you, isn't it?" Her weapon spoke.
"I-It's just that some stuff has been on my mind!"
"Oh." Ana spoke up, removing her hand, "That's understandable."
"You don't even have a costume, do you?" At his words, there was a silence. A silence that was long, awkward, and revealing. The team went different ways at that point; one mad, the other sweat dropped. The Mad one, was Ana. "Hello?! Maka's not feeling well!! Can you not grasp that?!" She shouted, and her weapon covered his ears. "I was just asking! Damn!" Maka finally spoke and started to solve the fight. "Guys guys, calm down! Let's just get me a costume and go to rehearsal!" The pair stopped bickering, turned their gaze to Maka, and blinked twice. Ana pivoted her entire position to Maka's direction. "Okay~!" But her weapon raised an eyebrow. "Don't you wanna make sure your weapon comes?" But how could she? She didn't even know what was wrong with him and doing this part in the play! He was acting weird to her every day since then…Like something was wrong, and he wouldn't tell her. Another incident like the one and his weird dreams again…This was the last thing Maka wanted. Though, she did begin to think for a reason.
"Maybe he just doesn't like doing plays? I mean…He doesn't even like playing the piano that often…Maybe it's stage fright? No, he wouldn't be able to play melodies off his head like he does in resonance link if it was…But he still doesn't like playing…Then, why'd he play for me that one time…? It can't be stage fright…"
"Crap! What if he doesn't celebrate Christmas! He could celebrate some new, random holiday I never even heard of for all I know! Oh man, and I dragged him into this?! Or worse; It could be he doesn't celebrate Halloween either! ..No; I've known him for years. And he does celebrate Christmas. And he stole my stash of candy from Halloween even, so that's out…"
"Only thing left that makes sense is…Family obligations? Maybe he's already had plans? Or maybe something having to do with his family is making him act weird? But…Maka, how the hell could you even know if that's right? You haven't even heard one thing about his family! Ever! So you no nothing! Again, that makes no sence…"
While she was deep in thought, the team stood wondering why Maka was…zoning out. "Uh…" The weapon started. "Ma…ka?" Ana said. The sound of her own name snapped her back into reality. "Huh?" As soon as she realized, she flailed her arms. "OH! YEAH; LET'S JUST GO! I'm sure he won't--!"
"Going somewhere without me?"
"YIE!!" Maka jumped, making the gang laugh as soon as she saw her weapon standing behind her. "Soul!" She blushed red in the face, " D-Damn you!" Soul started walking with his laughter echoing the halls.
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A/N: So Maka was on a pretty good hunch there. :X I'm not saying where; I'm leaving that up to you guys! Feel free to guess in the reviews if you want! Though I gotta say, maybe this one is a bit too short…I'll let you guys decide THOUGH THAT ISN'T MY FAULT OKAY? XoX;
Next time: costume shopping! How boring or hyper can it get?
xOR