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Prompt #13: Intimidate - The boy went pale as a ghost as the blade did its work.

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Carson Hook swallowed nervously as he sat on the sofa waiting for Maka to emerge. The Demon Guisarme had been in several dangerous encounters before, but nothing unnerved him quite as completely as the steady chop-chop-chop of a kitchen blade against a cutting board coming from the kitchen. He tried not to fidget or shudder, but his body decided to betray him and release a tiny shiver.

"You okay over there, Hook?"

"Fine, Eater," he managed to reply in a steady enough tone of voice.

"You sure?" The bastard almost sounded smug, but then again, Eater was always cocky. Being a Deathscythe had done nothing to quell his "cool" persona. "You're lookin' a little pale."

Carson glanced over to fire back a sharp retort - and his voice deserted him. Eater was holding a rather large knife with a blade as long as Carson's forearm, absently twirling it in his fingers like a baton. He wasn't even watching the knife's progress, instead giving Carson a rather amused smirk combined with one cocked eyebrow.

"What's the knife for?" Carson flinched when he heard his voice crack slightly.

"Chopping." Eater's smile widened a little to show a few of his unique teeth. "You'd think it'd be obvious."

"What're you chopping?"

"Vegetables. Since you're taking my meister out, I'm on my own for dinner." Amazing how such a blandly delivered statement could make Carson cringe. "You sure I can't get you something?" Eater asked, changing his grip to hold the knife like he was about to stab the Demon Guisarme. "Water? Tea?"

Carson shook his head. "No thanks."

"Well, now that I've got your attention, c'mere for a sec." Eater beckoned the other boy closer with the knife.

So we're just intimidating the date now, huh? Carson swallowed and dredged up every drop of courage he had left before leaving the safety of the couch to willingly put himself within easy striking distance. Weapon he was, but Eater was a Deathscythe, and when a Deathscythe tells you "C'mere" you move closer and ask no questions.

The knife resumed its spinning journey between the spaces of Eater's long fingers. "Now I don't know what you're expecting tonight, but let me lay it out for you. Maka is my meister, and if you bring her home in less than the perfectly happy condition I'm letting you escort out, be assured that our next conversation will not be so amicable. Are we clear?"

Carson's eyes narrowed. "Maka is a big girl. She doesn't need her weapon to fight all her battles."

"I'm not just a weapon. You're a weapon. I'm her Deathscythe partner." The knife stopped spinning again before the Demon Guisarme could react, its point now pressing just below Carson's chin. There was unadulterated rage in those crimson eyes as Eater slowly stated, "You fuck with my meister in any way, shape, or form, and I will show you just how major the difference between you and me is. Got it, Hook?"

"Sorry I'm late!" Maka's voice made Carson quickly look over to where she emerged from her bedroom, dressed in a little black number and looking hotter than hall. "Hey Carson. Did I make you wait long?"

"He and I were just talking." Eater never looked up from the counter, chopping vegetables like nothing had happened. "You two should head out. Your reservations are for seven, right?"

Soul couldn't help smirking as he watch Maka pull a white-faced Hook out the door with her. Scaring the other weapon had been his intention all along, and it was nice to see that he could still rattle someone with nothing but his sharp teeth and an even sharper blade.

Hopefully Hook would remember this conversation and spread the word through Shibusen. That would weed out the players and the idiots who just wanted to get in his meister's pants. It would also cement his reputation as a scary bastard, not that it needed any more help. After the Battle of the Moon, that needed no reaffirmation.

Twirling the knife expertly in his fingers, Soul let his dangerous smile widen even more. People seemed to think that the only blade Soul was proficient with was his own, which wasn't precisely true. People never considered that he was proficient with knives in general.

"Now, time for dinner," he said to himself, tilting the cutting board and letting the finely chopped vegetables into the pot waiting on the stove.

I think any guy ballsy enough to try dating Maka would have to go through Soul's hazing to do so.

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