Kid opened the door to his study, looking forward to some peace and quiet to complete his homework assignment. He was startled, however, when the large room was a complete mess. Books were scattered on the floor, and some were even floating in midair. That's when he realized.
"Bernkastel!"
"Right here, Kid," Bernkastel raised her hand above the cloud of books. Her blue bracelets glittered in the light, and her nails were polished the same blue color with a black and white gothic Lolita design on the faces. Kid sighed and made his way over to her, prepared to shout, but digressed when he saw her. She was flying across the room, pulling books out of the shelves, flipping through them whilst using her speed reading techniques, and when she was finished, dropped the book into the clutter for her magic to put away later.
"Not here, not there either," she muttered as she flew over one of the bookshelves to the next aisle.
"What are you doing?" Kid asked.
"I'm trying to find out why there are only seven days in a week," Bernkastel replied, tossing another book aside.
"Why must you do that?" Kid asked, picking some books out of the clutter and putting them on the proper shelves. "Why can't you just put them away?"
"Can you read an entire library in a day?" Bernkastel asked sarcastically. "Anyway, I'm doing this for you, so deal with it."
"I have homework to do," Kid complained. "And what do you mean you're doing it for me? You've done enough for me."
"Not until I make the number of days symmetrical."
The Eighth Day; Three-Day Weekends Forever?
Maka awoke to the sound of her alarm clock buzzing. She groaned slightly, turning over to turn it off, but got up and stretched compliantly. Today was Monday. School. She was brushing through her long blond hair and tying it up in her traditional pigtails when she glanced at the calendar for any important events.
Wait a minute… one, two, three, four, five, six, seven… eight? Eight days per week on the calendar? That didn't make sense. Maka thought it was a prank that Soul and Blackstar set up, so she didn't think much of it until she and Soul arrived at school. No one was there.
"Darn it, Bernkastel!" Maka screamed as she stormed into the apartment. Bernkastel had been idly lounging on the couch reading one of Blair's magazines.
"I see you're back," she said dismissively.
"We need to talk," Maka said, yanking the magazine out of her hands. "There are seven days in a week, right?"
"Wrong," Bernkastel corrected, taking a sip of sparkling cider. "Seven is an a-symmetrical number. I made it eight."
"Seriously?" Soul interjected. "You can't just go around altering space and time like that."
"Yes, we can, we're Endless Witches, remember? We can do that sort of thing with our pinkies." Burn; take that, Death the Kid.
"So?"
Bernkastel laughed. "Oh, what's your problem with it? You get another day to slack off and hang out with us."
"Where's Kanon?" Maka demanded.
"Why? He doesn't have anything to do with this."
"I know he's the only one who can convince you to turn it back," Maka continued.
"Oh, it's fine for a day," Bernkastel cut in. "We'll reverse the spell at sunset and everything will be back to normal. We're going to the park later to see how Kid likes it."
"You promise you'll turn it back?" Maka inquired. Bernkastel's lively hair twitched, but she nodded.
"Don't get your pigtails in a twist," Kanon said, suddenly appearing behind Maka and wrapping his arms around her. "It'll be fine."
Maka tensed and blushed. This again? Hadn't they established in the last chapter that there wasn't going to be a Maka/Kanon pairing? While Kanon was at it, Blair decided to go for Soul. Bernkastel sighed and rolled her eyes. She was growing bored of their childish love games.
Soul Eater
"The day is perfect!" Kid cried, staring up at the laughing sun. The clouds were symmetrical, too! The group of nine had all gathered at the park to hang out. Kanon and Bernkastel stood arm-in-arm like a pair of Siamese twins.
"Ugh," Kanon scoffed, waving his fingers in the air. The sky above the park became overcast with grey and black clouds. It began to rain heavily, drenching them all.
"Hate sunlight," Bernkastel complained, putting a blue pair of sunglasses on. "It hurts my eyes."
"Then why are you putting sunglasses on?!" Soul demanded. "The least you could do is make the rain warmer for us. Or better yet, an UMBRE—"
"Acid rain it is," the twins said in unison. As they predicted, scorching hot water began pouring down in torrents. The group commenced their screaming and scattering under trees and other forms of shelter.
Bernkastel whimpered and scratched at her arm where a few of the scalding drops rolled down her exposed skin. Kanon noticed this and drew away slightly.
"Darling, you're getting wet," he said, examining the drops of water on her delicate pale skin. With pure magic only, he fabricated a black and white umbrella out of cobalt blue flecks. Bernkastel smiled and stood under the umbrella that Kanon held for her before turning to glare meaningfully at Soul.
"You gotta be kidding me," Soul thought. "She's doing this so I'd be romantic with her?"
"I think this has gotten a bit out of hand," Liz said.
"Hey, Bernkastel!" Patti shouted. "Why don't you give us some of those magic umbrellas?!"
"Why?" she asked. "You seem to be holding up under that tree."
"Please?" Liz added, finding she also had to yell to be heard over the pouring rain.
A little before Sunset
"I wonder what Lord Death wants with us," Bernkastel asked as she and Kanon made their way down the pathway to the Death Room.
"I don't know," Kanon whispered. Bernkastel looked at her slightly older twin brother curiously. He was paler than usual, and he was staring ahead. Of course, ever since he was young, he'd had a fear of death.
"It'll be fine," Bernkastel encouraged him. "Lord Death is a nice person. He wouldn't do anything to hurt you."
Her statement was both countered and twisted later.
"Lord Death, you wanted to see us?" Bernkastel asked.
"Oh, yes, Kanon, Bernkastel," Lord Death greeted. "About that…."
Double Reaper Chop!
"Why did he do that?" Bernkastel thought desperately.
"Bernkastel, you liar!" Kanon thought, twitching at the irony.
"Now, you two have some explaining to do," Lord Death said angrily. "What possessed you two to create another day?"
"Well," Bernkastel began. "Kid got all upset about my hat again and then I thought he might be upset when he realizes that the number of days in the week isn't symmetrical, so we added a day."
"You can't just alter time and space on a whim like that," Lord Death disagreed. "Just because you're Endless Witches doesn't make it acceptable. Even if you reverse everything that happened today to prevent scars in the time-space continuum, it's not right to screw everything up as you please."
"Really?" Bernkastel put her head down. The side of her mouth curled up in a witty grin. "Maybe you'd like to continue teaching us how to use our powers for good and not evil, then."
"What are you getting at?" Lord Death asked slowly. Bernkastel looked up at him with the sly expression still written on her face.
"I would like to submit Kanon and myself to attend your academy," she replied.
"Oh… I see how it is," Lord Death agreed. "But you didn't have to modify time itself to talk to me about it."
"In fact," the room turned red as she continued talking. "Everything I told you about pleasing Kid was completely true."
"Why do you keep humoring him like this?" Lord Death inquired. "You don't have to keep being nice to him just because you want things."
"He reminds me of Kanon," Bernkastel admitted.
"I can see the resemblance," the Grim Reaper looked at Kanon, who seemed to be in his own world. The witch did have a similar appearance to Death the Kid. "Honestly, I only gave Kanon a chance because he reminded me of Kiddo. Just a little."
"Well then," Bernkastel said. "We'll be present on time tomorrow. Eight o'clock, right?"
CHOP!
"Right, seven," Bernkastel sobbed.
"Settle down, class," Stein said. "We have a very interesting pair of students joining us today."
"Who could it be?" Kid wondered. "As long as they're symmetrical."
"How could I not know about this?" Blackstar thought. "I should kill them the first chance I get."
Stein continued without missing a beat. "These are Endless Witches Bernkastel and Kanon. Bernkastel, as meister, please introduce yourself and your partner."
Bernkastel stepped forward with a nod. "As witches, I know it may be edgy having us as classmates, but we'll try our best to be good students here."
"I'm…" Kanon mumbled, looking at Death's minions with a horrified expression. "I'm too socially awkward for this!"
"What the heck are they doing here?" Soul asked, practically climbing over the desk to get a better look at the two. He glanced at Maka, who almost snapped her pencil in half in frustration.
"I'll kill her," Maka snarled.
Hiya, Luckies! I missed you all so much, so I decided to post an extra chapter! Yay, Kira-ness! Review~Nanodesu! :3