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Chapter 3:Mini Maka's Massive Mishaps

Morning, a rather sluggish part of the day for Soul. Even on school days, Maka had to give him quiet a few chops before he would even open his eyes. '

'I bet he's enjoying himself.' she thought, laying in her own makeshift bed on his nightstand. 'He probably won't wake up before noon. What am I supposed to do until then? Sit in a freaking box until the lazy idiot decides to opens his eyes.'

She shifted in her bed, scratching at her stomach lightly, 'Soul was right, this bed does itch. a lot.'

Even though she knew Soul wasn't up, she got out of her bed, anything to be out of that bed of needles.

'Hm,' she thought, looking as far as possible by her standards, she stared into the vastness of her weapon's room. 'I'm kind of curious about what the apartment looks like from my new perspective, that's probably why I'm so anxious.'

She looked directly down and noticed that the drawers on the nightstand stuck out a little.

An idea hit her, 'I could probably climb these down to the carpet.'

She tested the first drawer and happily found that it supported her weight, she began her descent steadily but after a few minutes, started getting careless and picked up speed. As expected, she lost her footing on the third drawer and started falling. She screamed in alarm, but she knew that no one heard her; even Blair with her cat ears was a pretty heavy sleeper.

'So this is how it ends for me, huh?' she thought, eyes closed, her limbs flailing aimlessly, 'A crimson stain on the carpet for Soul to discover when he wakes up. I wonder how he'll take it?'

She waited for the inevitable sharp pain of hitting the floor when she realized something, she wasn't falling anymore. She slowly opened her eyes and found that she was laying on a large, slightly pale, platform.

"You okay?" she heard Soul ask.

Turning, she found that her partner had caught her near centimeters from her death.

"This isn't the usual 'cool' morning I like to enjoy," he continued, setting her back on the nightstand, "-anyway, like I asked before, are you okay? Anything broken or the like?"

"No," Maka answered, "I'm fine, apart from some slight itching."

She chuckled a little to show that she was in good humor, but Soul's eyes were rock hard with emotion.

"Hey," she sighed, "-how about we go bathe or something, we never washed up from last night's mission."

The tap water ran hot as Soul filled a semi-large bowl with water for Maka's 'bath.' When it reached about three-quarters height, he turned of the faucet and set the bowl down on the seat of the toilet,

"Please tell me you're joking." Maka stated, staring at the sight before her.

"This is just to make sure the bo-I mean, tub doesn't fall off, the sink is kind of narrow." As he said this, he took the bar of soap from the shower and hacked off a chunk with his scythe arm, handing it to Maka. He then took the shampoo bottle and tore the cap off, pouring a small amount of the substance inside and set that next to the bowl.

"I couldn't find any doll clothes anywhere in the attic, so you're going to have to wear your PJ's during breakfast."

Maka remembered that she used to have some old dolls that had some stuff that might fit her, but, unfortunately, she'd thrown them out because her Papa had bought that stuff, using her mother's credit card, no less.

"That's okay, I should be fine in them for now."

Soul nodded and realized that his meister hadn't gotten into the makeshift bath yet,

"Is the water too hot?" he asked, experimentally putting a finger in to make sure. "I'm not going to get undressed now, you're watching."

Soul's face lit slightly read and he walked out of the bathroom,

"What about your shower?"

"I can wait until you're done, don't worry about me."

Maka sighed and took her PJ's off as she slid into the bath.

'He's overreacting, she thought, 'I thought that was supposed to be my job,' Maka sighed, '-oh well.' She slid further until only her head was visible from the steaming water, 'I just hope the incident from this morning doesn't go too far to his head.'

"I need to start waking earlier," Soul mumbled, anxiously pacing the hallway. "I can't believe I let something like that almost happen to Maka."

He stopped mid-pace and thumped his head against the wall.

'That was uncool,' he thought, banging his head a few times against the wall for good measure, '-way too uncool.'

After Maka had finished washing her body and made sure she hadn't missed any of her hair, she sat and relaxed a little.

"If only they made books small enough," she mumbled.

Bored, she decided the best thing to do was try to think of a decent explanation for this whole mess. That way she'd have at least something to break the ice with once they went back to DWMA tomorrow.

'They'd probably be too dumbstruck to even put a word out, though,' she mused, '-and Crona, oh god, Crona, I doubt she'll be conscious after even a glance at me.' She sighed and continued to wallow in her self pity 'It doesn't look like this whole shrinking thing was so cool after all.'

She heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"You done in there?" Soul asked. It was barley audible, but he heard a 'Yeah,' and opened the door.

"Wow, Soul, I'm impressed," Blair praised, her mouth filled with pancake "I didn't know you could cook so well."

He smiled, "It's kinda uncool, actually, so I don't tend to do it often."

"Whatever you say, I've always liked a man who could cook."

Soul set down another tray of the steaming hot food and checked on Maka, saddening slightly when he found that she wasn't even mindlessly playing with her mini-cake. It had taken him quite some time to cut it to the right size as well as finding a decent size bottle cap for her orange juice. She just sat there her eyes looking past everything, an obvious sign that she was in deep thought.

"Hey," he said, breaking her concentration as well as grabbing her full attention. "It'd probably be best if you ate something, we've got a pretty busy day today."

Maka, nodded and knew where they were going, the toy store to pick up some clothes as maybe some furniture to better suit her.

"Yeah, I know."

"Blair, we're going to be gone for a while," Soul yelled, he and Maka ready to go out.

The cat-girl gave a half-hearted wave as she was still attacking Soul's pancakes. The scythe shrugged and opened the door, but as he closed it, he had the sudden feeling he was about to regret going to the store on this particular day. He shrugged it off and with Maka on his shoulder, he felt he was ready for whatever his gut was trying to tell him.