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Prompt #26: Theme - "Whoever's humming that song is going to die violently," growled Soul, ignoring Maka's giggles.
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Duuh-dun...Duuh-dun...Duh-dun Dah-dun...
Elbow-deep in one of Stein's practical exams, Soul froze mid-slice and looked around the classroom. It was a cold day in Death City when someone dared to taunt Soul Eater. And yet, despite the sweltering temperatures, someone had risen to the dare. Using the one and only thing that truly pissed him off to no end.
"Soul." A bloody gloved hand waved in front of his eyes. "Soul? I need that liver."
"Huh? Oh." Looking back into the specimen, Soul carefully cut out the liver and placed it in Maka's hand. "There. What's next?"
"Next we need the lungs. Carefully cut them out and put them on the scale, would you?"
Duuh-dun...Duuh-dun...Duh-dun Dah-dun...
Before he hurt himself or destroyed the lungs, Soul slammed the scalpel down on the table and glared at his classmates. The humming died instantly as twenty pairs of eyes locked onto him with an assortment of shock and fear. "Who's doing it?"
"Doing what?" asked Maka in a distracted voice.
He gritted his teeth as he met her eyes. "Someone is humming that stupid mother-flipping song again."
Maka sighed and rolled her eyes. "Soul, just take out the lungs and let's get this over with."
A quiet snigger rippled through the classroom. His cheeks flushing in embarrassment, Soul picked up the scalpel and focused on the task at hand. Just a few more cuts and scribbled notes and they would be out of here. He just had to -
Duuh-dun...Duuh-dun...Duh-dun Dah-dun...
His hand shook slightly in anger. The lungs suffered for it, separating in two neat lumps of flesh. Soul cursed under his breath again. Well there's an F...
Then Maka's hand was on his, gently taking the scalpel from him. He raised his eyes to apologize, but the look on her face made his breath catch. Or rather, the lack of expression.
"To the asshole who's humming the Jaws theme, you have absolutely no one to blame but yourself for what's about to happen." Maka's calm, level voice cut through the still air. "If you're standing next to said asshole, you have one and a half seconds to duck."
Out of the corner of his eye, Soul saw a group of students squeak in fright and hit the deck. Maka flicked her wrist in a neat little move that sent the blade whistling through the air. It buried itself square in the head of the group's frog carcass, spilling slime and guts all over the table to drip on the floor.
"C'mon Soul, let's go." Maka stripped off her gloves and gathered up her books. "I'll tell Professor Stein that we need to redo this one."
They were descending Shibusen's staircase when, after judging it to be a long enough silence, Soul cleared his throat. "When did you learn that move?"
"I got bored when I was six, so I made Black*Star teach me how to throw a knife. We practiced until he made a big deal about beating me." She hopped down two steps at a time, her pigtails bouncing as she did. "Still practice sometimes, with pencils. When I'm angry."
"And you decided to go ninja because...?"
"Why does the Jaws theme bug you so much?"
"Old joke from when I was a kid."
The angry look that crossed Maka's face was fleeting. "They shouldn't disrespect you like that." That last bit was spoken with the same force she saved for announcing a target's imminent demise. Firm and final. "You're a Deathscythe now. They shouldn't - "
"It's happened before," Soul said carelessly, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "You've never cared."
"I always do." She hopped down the last few steps and spun around to face her weapon partner, a sunny smile on her face. "And for the record," she added, "I like your smile. It suits you."
It was almost uncool how warm that made Soul feel. He gave her his biggest smile, showing every serrated tooth in his mouth. Maka laughed and added, "Okay, but doing it like that is creepy!"
"Why do you think I chose the name Eater?"
"Cuz it's cool?"
"Because then people start to wonder if I really will eat them." Soul shrugged and changed the subject. "Well, are we going to tell Stein why we needed to redo?"
"I'll tell him it's your fault," Maka said blithely.
"Hey!" But he didn't put any bite in his retort. It had been his fault, after all...sort of.
"Let's go home. I'll make curry."
He perked up. "Extra spicy?"
"With extra sauce on the side for you."
Soul's grin widened. "You're so cool."
"And don't you forget it."
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