A/N: Oh my gosh, you guys. I am so so so so SO sorry for no updates as of late! I had finals recently, and with Christmas coming up, I had a few gifts for people to get started on and such, but while I was doing that, my poor computer got malware! But my parents are nice enough to let me borrow their mini laptop for the time being until my computer is fixed. Only thing they have that I use is a word processor, so I figured I'd write my fics in the meantime. No harm in that, right? So; enjoy the next installment of His Nightmare Before Christmas!
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His Nightmare Before Christmas
Chapter 2
Perfect Fit
The costume store was just like a warehouse…except spray painted orange and black. Costumes were hung every nook and cranny; same for accessories to match. Rave music of the Time Warp echoed through the store as some hysterical laughers sung along. Flashing lights from Strobe lights brightened up the store with every passing beat. Maka gasped at the sight that stunned her speechless. "Wow…so many costumes!" Maka turned to Ana. "I know!" She stated cheerfully. "I got everything for my Shock costume here!"
"There isn't a Nightmare costume line?" Maka raised an eyebrow' It was loved for years, and many more to come! Why wouldn't they have any now? "There is;" Ana answered with a sigh, "But out of crappy costumes." With that, Ana smiled again, and took Maka's hand. "Lets go look around!"
"A-Alright!" And they were off, looking at every nook and cranny of the store. The latex section was their first major stop. In the middle were racks of just fake cuts. There were some classics. The vampire bite, a werewolf claw scar, mummy slap…But Maka's favorites were the scythe cuts. Ana, on the other hand, wasn't very interested. "Hm…Good, but I don't see any good enough stitches for Sally."
"Do I even need stitches?" Maka questioned with a glare, hand on the best looking scythe cut; almost a sign screaming 'Can I buy this?' "Yes!" Ana shouted at Maka's question. "Duh! Its part of the costume! The blue die, or the stitches?"
"Stitches!"
"Exactly."
"But the only one I know who can do stitches is Professor Stein--!"
"…Problem solved!" Ana began marching elsewhere as Maka sweat dropped. "Hope their fake…"
The girls could have sworn they had never seen so much colors in their life when they reached the wig section. One caught Ana's eye; a blonde wig with pigtails already up. "Haha!" She laughed, "Its you!" As she laughed, she got up on tip toes, digging around the mess of colored hair just to pull out a red yarn wig. She blew dust off of it, along with brushing it a little. "A little old…" Ana placed it upon Maka's head, Maka blinked twice in surprise. "…But it works!" Maka blinked again. "Does it?" Ana nodded.
Shoe section. So many shoes on display. You wouldn't believe how many were so tacky. Luckily for the girls, the tacky ones were all sold out. Amazing how many people love the holiday. Enough to embarrass themselves completely to go all out. There were some regular ones there, but for dirt cheep. And they were all there. The girls were not amused. Nor were they excited to be in the section at all. "I hate shoe shopping…" Maka groaned. Ana shouted. "SAME." She doubled over. "Lets just…go look at the dresses."
The dresses section had the widest variety; and they weren't even Halloween themed. One dress made Ana's break leave her. It was black and dark blue. Made of satin and smelled like lilac. Stars of bright blue faded on the end of the faded black skirt and it had straps that looked like they would never leave your shoulder. Possibly even built where no bra would have to be worn underneath. As they kept searching, more dresses kept catching each other's glances. Maka pointed out a simple yet pretty dress to her; Maka thought it would be just the thing if she would ever ask her weapon out. It had a black choker that was not too snug; flexible too yet no shoulders and nothing exposed. It was of a bright blue; and the dress was at a length that was just right for any girl. The last thing that was needed was a pair of long white gloves and the dress would have been the perfect date wear. As Ana went off in a daydream, Maka tugged on her; turning their attention to yet another dress. It was old, but not covered in dust like the wig Maka carried. It was ragged, and by all the patches looked like it had to be sewn and sewn again. The patches added several patterns, and it wasn't exactly like Sally's dress. "That's perfect!!" Ana cried out. She grabbed it clear off the rack, flew and grabbed Maka's hand, dragging her to the dressing room. But eventually, noises came out from the way there, along with screaming. From Ana and Maka, no less. The dressing room door was slammed shut as Ana panted, sinking down to the ground. "TH-TH-THAT WAS SUCH COMOPLETELY RIDICULOUS OH MY GAWD!" She shouted loud and strong. Maka sweat dropped. "A lot of courage, my ass…" She thought. "Enough!" Ana cried, standing up, hands in the air.
"Try the dress on!"
"Okay okay!" Maka sweat dropped yet again.
A few minutes came and went.
They were in the doorway of the dressing room area; waiting for Maka's return. Soul, Ana, and her weapon were just on the doorway of boredom as well. Is the stall, Maka turned around and saw her reflection, dress and all. The dress complimented her figure perfectly, and if you saw her from a distance, one would say she was Sally. She was in her own reality of shock, but brought out by the sound of a yell. That would be Ana, alright. Soul laughed; pointing at her and the animatronics he purposely set off. Soul's laughter bellowed; and made Maka realize it was time to open the door. "GODAMNIT SOUL, THAT IS NOT FUNNY!" Ana screamed at him. "A-Ana??" Maka was blushing; just at the thought of Soul being Jack, and she was now Sally. Ana blinked and turned around at the sound of her name. "…Maka?" She walked closer, Maka was fiddling with the red yarn from the wig that had fallen apart. Ana's breath was taken aback by Maka that she didn't even care. "Who-Whoa…"
Maka spun in it a little. "What do you think…?"
"You as Sally could have never been such a perfect fit…" Maka smiled.
"I'll go have my weapon report that the wig was too old, ok?" Maka slowly nodded at Ana's question as her response. Once Ana left, she looked back at the mirror, ultimately dazed at the fact of how the dress complimented herself. It wasn't even too big on her, or anything. It was just a perfect fit. Alas, she sighed.. Despite the fact blowing her away, she got undressed. She wouldn't be Sally forever. Eventually, Ana walked back in, and Maka followed her out. Just once glance at her in the dress made Soul's eyes widen. He ws blown away at how she looked. It was like she was a completely different person. "H-How do I look?" Maka slowly asked her Jack. "w-Wow…" was all he could manage to reply; until a dark tune came from his left pocket in his jeans. "Huh?" he dug inside to pull out his blackberry cellphone. A dark melody was played as he looked at the caller, and scowled. This made Maka raise an eyebrow. "That's…a rather dark ring tone for you…?" then again, this was the boy who played her a dark piano song when they met…"…Soul?" She spoke again. He quickly answered the call with a sarcastic tone. "Hello? What do you want?"
"What's going on?" Ana said, glairing at Soul's rudeness to whoever called him. "I knew you'd find out sooner or later…" He mumbled as Ana turned her gaze to Maka with an eyebrow raised. "Don't ask me," Maka replied, "I don't even know.."
"No; I don't have a costume." He mumbled into the phone again. Ana then poked the meister. "We may as well pay for that while he's…uh…doing his thing."
They soon payed for Maka's costume, waiting for Soul's conversation to end.
"…And Optimus Prime dies." Ana got a smack on the arm for spoiling. "Shut up, I haven't seen it yet!"
"What the hell are you guys on?" Soul asked at the girls acting crazy. They stopped dead in their tracks as the realized Soul was off the phone. "Soul! What was with the phone call?" Soul sighed at Maka's words. "..My brother found out about me being Jack."
"You have a brother?!" A nod was the answer Maka received. "What's his name?" Maka asked again. This time, the answer was a sigh. A silence followed. No one had the guts to say anything, or bug him further. Until Ana poked him, that is. He piped up on his own. "I'm sure you three already know his name…Wes Evans."
"Wes Evans?!"
"He's an awesome violinist!!" As Weapon and Meister pair began back and forth on the matter, Maka just looked at Soul with her head tilted. Explains why she thinks his music is good when she doesn't know any real talent. Soul sighed at Ana and her weapon. "…who's he?" Maka asked last. "My stuck-up, better-than-me brother." Soul clarified. Ana threw her arm around him and piped in with a smile. Much to soul's disapproval. "He's a professional violinist; he's in the most known orchestras!"
"And he's coming to see me as Jack."
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Uhhh ooohhh We're finally getting closer to the real story behind this! :O
I really wanted to say Wes was in the Trans-Siberian Orchestra there--haha I'm such a nut. XD
I'm on Christmas break now…And its getting closer to Christmas! Oh, I hope I get this done on time…
Next time: Dress Rehearsal! Do they really have to fight now?!
See ya! X3
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