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Chapter 4: Hey kids, It's OC Time!
"Good Christ, does a toy store really need to be this massive!"
Soul and Maka had finally arrived at their destination, a toy store that had recently opened, and were standing in the parking lot, taking in the fact that the building in front of them was taking up more space in the strip mall it resided in than the strip mall itself.
"Eh, maybe," Soul muttered, "-but, then again, everything looks massive to you now, doesn't it?"
Maka thought about shooting a short quip at her weapon, but realized it'd probably be for the best if she held her tongue for now and just go inside.
As the sliding doors opened, the duo were met with aisle after aisle of plastic and plush. The store seemed to go on into the forever as Soul walked around, his crimson eyes wandering, aimlessly as he desperately searched for the doll section that his partner needed.
"I think I should try to look for a directory, this place is like a freaking labyrinth,"Soul said.
He muttered this after finally realizing that he'd passed the 'Prettier In Plush' section, or as he preferred to call it 'Uncool Central', for the fourth time.
After a good three hours, Soul finally found a small tower near the center of the store, its body covered in neon maps color-coded for his convenience.
"Finally," He sighed.
As he started heading towards the directory, he noticed a small girl, no more than 11, staring at one of the maps. Her hazel eyes were twitching left and right behind her glasses as they searched with both great interest and hurry.
"Hey, kid," Soul addressed her.
The girl turned, her short, carrot-colored bangs twisted slightly under her stocking cap. "You know where the doll section is?" Soul inquired once she was attentive.
"Sorry, but, I don't," she replied, her small voice politely replied, "-this is my first time at this store, actually, and-" she stopped short when she noticed Maka sitting on the weapon's shoulder.
"That's cool kid," Soul replied, turning his attention to the directory, "I can take it from here."
A few minutes of awkward silence began filling the space between the two shoppers until finally, the girl spoke up again.
"Sir?" She asked.
Soul didn't bother to turn his head this time, "What?" he asked, obviously having better things to do than to talk with a kid.
"I'm curious about where you found that doll resting on your right shoulder. I happen to be an avid doll collector myself; you wouldn't have happened to find her here, would you?"
"You're not going to find her here, or anywhere for that matter, I'm afraid," he muttered, "Maka here's one of a kind."
The meister turned her head away from her partner; even though her face was almost as small as his little finger, she knew Soul would probably still see her blush.
"If that's the case," she began, pulling a small checkbook from her purse, "I'd be more than happy to strike a deal...what's say you give 'Maka' to me for, oh I don't know, this much." As she finished speaking, she tore the freshly written check from the pad and handed it to Soul, who whistled when he read it.
"Do you even have this many zeros?"
"How do you think I've been able to keep up with my hobby?"
Soul took another glance at the paper in his hand and politely handed the check back to the girl within a split second.
"Kid, I'm afraid I'm going to have to refuse that offer, Maka's just too special to me to give her away."
"Sir, if you know what's best for you, you'll take the check and hand me the doll."
That was Maka's final straw with the kid.
"The doll has a name, you know! Soul just told you about three seconds ago that it was Maka."
A stunned silence soon replaced the argument that had began forming, soon replaced by a nervous child's voice.
"T-that doll...just...s-s-spoke..."
Soul ran his palm over his face as realization hit his partner.
"...Oops..." she said, her face contorting with nervousness and fear, because she was afraid of what this kid might do.
Silence stood unbroken for a few agonizing minutes until she heard a noise, quiet at first but then picking up in volume at great speeds was her weapon's laughter. The girl standing in front of Soul looked confused, she had no idea what was happening and soon started to form a fear, both of and for, the man maniacally laughing in front of her.
"Heh heh, talking doll, kid, are you serious?" Soul questioned, wiping a tear from his eye, "This is an old hand-me-down my sister got for her birthday, I'm just here to get some clothes for it."
He started laughing again, this time not as out-of-nowhere or manically, "I have to admit, kid, you've got a pretty good imagination, maybe you'll be a writer some day. I've gotta go now, I found what I was looking for, nice talking with you."
He went off, leaving an extremely confused little girl to stare in disbelief at what happened.
After walking for a few minutes, Soul finally let go of the breath he'd been gripping in his chest.
"I think I just booked that poor kid a few days in therapy, eh Maka?"
Maka sat in silence, trying and failing to take in what Soul had just said to that child.
"That was impressive," she finally admitted, "I didn't know you had it in you to act criminally insane towards other people."
"Ha," Soul deadpanned, "-anyway, I think we're getting close to the doll section."
Soul was right, after a quick right turn, they'd finally reached their destination.
"Whoa, all I can say is; does anything really need to be this pink, ever?"
The weapon was right about one thing, it definitely was pink: Pink aisles, pink floors, pink walls, pink boxes that held the doll stuff, even the light-bulbs hanging over them were tinted pink, giving off a violet-red tone to everything in there path.
"Well, we're here," Maka said, "-let's start shopping!"
"What about this one?"
Soul had been looking at boxes, which were, of course, pink, upon boxes of clothes, accessories, and play-sets looking for the bare essentials that the mini meister would require.
Maka took a glance from her new seating on an overturned box laying on one of the aisle shelves.
"Check if they have it in red."
Soul obliged, and found a t-shirt with Lord Death's mask on it, in red instead of its trademark white, however, and threw it into the cart they'd taken from the front.
"I think that's everything, ready to go Maka?"
She nodded and was picked up by Soul, who replaced her on his shoulder and proceeded to the checkout area. After purchasing all of it, it was just another normal walk home.