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"Truth or dare?" Patty's voice asked playfully. "That's so childish Patty, let's play something else." Realizing she was overly confident agreeing, Maka started to regret her decision. "Chicken." Patty determined, moving on to Liz, who looked at her curiously. "Liz, truth or dare?" Liz thought for a moment, considering the consequences. "We're all friends, truth." For a split second Patty looked disappointed. "Umm, if you had to-" Liz rolled her eyes. "Soul" Maka looked at her with wide eyes. "What? He's hot. Better than most of the guys she was going to offer, common sense." Patty nodded in agreement, leaving Maka in a lightning struck expression. "Kid, truth... Or dare?" She rolled the words on her tongue mysteriously. You could almost see sweat on his forehead as he spoke. "I'll take dare?" Patty squalled with excitement. "I dare you to..." his eyes widened. "No, Patty, please-" She hushed him with her devilish expression. "To mess up your hair." He almost cried before getting his hand up to his hair and stroking it against its natural direction. Then, closing his eyes, Kid collapsed. Liz rolled her eyes. "Oh COME ON Kid as if it is your first time doing this. From someone whose bedhead is famous you would expect to at least stay conscious when his hair is misplaced." Maka laughed in surprise. "He's got a bedhead?" Liz shook her head. "Don't tell me you've never seen it." Patty giggled. "I DO NOT have a bedhead." Kid claimed, raising a hand in determination. "Oh, I guess the treatment you gave him did work. Usually he'll stay faint." Kid's amber eyes drilled into her skin, bot causing Liz any discomfort whatsoever. "Kiddd you're ruining the game!" Patty called in a pissed tone. "Here, I'll fix you" Maka spoke quietly as she stroke kids hair back the right way. "You see? It's not the end of the world." Kid sat back up, disturbed. "Maka, your turn again." "You skipped yourself!" "Irrelevant details." "No fair, and I'm the chicken!"..

"Maka! OI! I'm sorry!" She ignored Soul's beg for forgiveness and sat in between Liz and kid, noticing Crona, Tsubaki and Black*Star are missing. "Crona said they'll ask lord shinigami-sama to dismiss him of class." Maka felt as if she got shot by the hart. As much as Crona felt out of place at class, she did not expect them to leave without a notice. "Why didn't he tell me?" she could feel Kid to her left, partly listening to the discussion. "Maybe it's because of last night." Maka turned to him with a horrified expression. "Do you think so?" He pulled his shoulders. "They would, as well. Poor Crona." She pinned her face on to the desk, not caring who touched it before. Kid cringed.

"May I please stay here today as well? I'm still not done ignoring Soul."

Maka and Kid sat at the garden and talked, as always trying to put some sense into their insane parts of character. "Of course, we have tons of free space, so feel free to come whenever. Maybe we'll even build you a room. Only rule is to never wake up Liz and Patty before dawn, but that's for your own good." He shivered, rolling his memory back to the one time he did just that. "Definitely not a good idea." Maka laughed, knowing the Thompson's have an incredibly short temper when tiered. "Hey, Kid?" A weird thought passed through her mind. "What is it?" She felt the excitement flowing through her. "In the fight with Asura, didn't you tell me I had a weapon form?" He looked at her with surprise. "Why the sudden interest?" She tilted her head. "I was just thinking, wasn't it supposed to show by now? Do you know any way of releasing it?" She felt slightly disappointed to see him shake his head. "Well, I'm a meister, so naturally I wouldn't know. Try Liz, or Patty. Soul could help too when you'll make up, But I strongly recommend not to bug Tsubaki at this time." She waited until he finished before explaining herself. "I already tried it with Soul, but nothing happened so I thought I might need a Meister." The Shinigami sat silently for a moment. "So, you're asking me to be your Meister? Is that it?" A little smile appeared on his lips. "It's just until I get the hang of it, after all you have only two hands for two weapons, and I'm not here to push them away." He raised a perfect eyebrow in surprise. "I thought you'd care more about Soul's feelings." "No!" She hurried to explain. "I do care, it's only that Soul has more to do with my interests, and I'm trying to convince you. Of course I will miss him." She looked downward, suddenly noticing Kid has offered her a hand. She slowly grabbed it, shaking it hesitatingly. "It's a deal then! let's go start working on it!"

Kid's point of view

"Nothing" She said, concerned. "I'm certain that if we meditate for just a little while, our soul resonation will wake the force. It's in you somewhere." Her eyes glittered as she made the bravest face she could and nodded her head. We sat down, looking at each other.

"I'm... It feels strange." she claimed, making me excited once more. Slowly but surely, Maka's hands became two medium sized blades. 'She's a two edged scythe.' I thought with adoration. I choked a bit when her the rest of her body changed, for she was.. a beauty, symmetrical. The two blades, patterned in teeth like blacks and whites, were connected by metal (just like her father's) on to a shining silver... skull. From the bottom of the skull came the handle, which although being stiff and stable turned out to be covered in a symmetrical patterned green rubber- very comfortable and pretty. "Oh my god I did it!" she sounded utterly excited, speaking through the blade. "Kid? What's the matter?" she asked, seeing my stunt face. "You have a really beautiful weapon form." she tuned off, probably digesting the compliment. "Thank you. I see it now; it's symmetrical, isn't it? How come?" Finally, she spoke. I shook my head, trying to gain focus. "Your weapon form is supposed to say something about you.." I stroke the flat side of her blade, it was so shiny and clear... her reflected face looked back at me with confusion. "Your blades, two of them- they symbol your pigtails, also making you much stronger- surpassing your father." I could feel her happiness, glowing through the weapon and into my hand. "And your handle, it's very long, like..." I blushed, hoping she won't get the wrong Idea. "It's also green, just like your eyes. Nicely balanced." I simply could not describe my deep adoration for her. "And the middle bit?" she asked, pointing out the part holding both blades and the handle together. "Its... silver, probably because of Soul's hair color. He is a part of you nonetheless. The shape might just be there to show how badass you are." she seemed pleased by the explanation. "So incredible... I can't allow you not becoming a death scythe; it will be such a shame." She smiled, returning back to human form. "Don't worry, I definitely will be."

Soul's point of view

"Soul"

I jumped as her voice scared the living shit out of me. It's been almost a week since the fight I had with Maka, and every single day felt like shit. As angry as I might have been, I needed her back. "Maka! You're talking to me now?" she smiled, satisfied. "I think you've learned your lesson. By the way, I missed you too." I clinched my fists, trying not to sob in front of everyone. "That's... so uncool. Don't do that again." She grinned, offering me her hand. I took it, giving her a short hug. "Soul and Maka, sitting on..." I turned my eyes forwards Patty, finding Kid already shutting her up with a glare. "Guess what?" Maka said, recapturing my attention. "Ha?" She grinned, turning her hand into a sharp blade. "Pretty cool, isn't it? Kid taught me." I choked when she morphed into a scythe, jumping into Kid's hand. He swung her skillfully, causing a small crowd to form. A couple of whispers passed through. "Here, she's all yours." Kid suddenly threw the scythe at me. "Whoa!" I struggled to catch the surprisingly heavy weapon. "Is it your first time carrying a weapon?" I nodded, embarrassed by the stares of the crowd. "That's fixable, I mean, you can always learn. But it will require some serious work- being a meister is much harder than being a weapon." I breathed slowly, trying to keep cool. "Okay... thanks." At this point I expected the crowd to go away, surprising enough, this wasn't the case. "Why are they staring at us?" I asked Scythe Maka. Kid made a weird face. "Why wouldn't they? It's not as if you see this every day." it took me a minute before I realized what he was referring to. "Why do you have two blades? Is it some kind of a genetic bug?" Kid's stare intensified. "There's nothing wrong with me you dumbass!" I blushed. There were still people watching me, giggling at me. "She's just a one-of-a-kind type of weapon. Don't you feel how nicely balanced she is? And very sharp, too." Kid seemed to adore her new form. "Well, she is kinda heavy, but I don't see a problem with that. I'm new to this; don't expect me to suddenly know everything." Wrong choice of words. Maka made a displeased sound, turning heavier in my arms. "Just change back and let's go to class already, will we?" I was well aware of the saltiness in my voice, yet I couldn't but feel that I missed on something huge in her life, concerning kid.