1534 words! I'm sorry I haven't been updating recently, college and all that jazz. Enjoy! I don't own Soul Eater.
"I'm home," Karma called out weakly as she entered her home. The clock on the wall said she'd missed dinner but hadn't gotten home as late as she had anticipated. Her mother would still be pissed at her though. She walked into the living room to await her mother's wrath when she noticed Sayuri standing in the room instead of Maka. The meister wore a short, sparkly blue dress with only one shoulder strap so the star tattoos on her shoulders could be shown off. Very rarely were the tattoos ever covered as they were the girl's pride and joy. Her cobalt blue hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail. "So uh... what's the occasion?" Karma asked.
"Your punishment for skipping out of detention," Sayuri answered happily. "We're going out with the boys tonight!"
"What boys...?" Karma asked irritably.
"Michael and Tatsuya, of course! Who else?"
The scythe fought back the urge to snap "The horde of boys that have practically made a fanclub for you." Sayuri was well liked among the male population at Shibusen. Everyone and their great-aunt knew that. With the exception of Sayuri herself. Many would agree that she was a flirt, but the meister saw it all as good fun like when she was with any of her friends. She never felt like she treated anyone any different from Karma, Michael, and Tatsuya and therefore wasn't aware that she was a flirt.
"Anyway, let's get you into your dress!" Sayuri interrupted Karma's thoughts. The meister held up a short dress with a black bodice and pink tulle skirt.
"Seriously? There's no way I'm wearing that girly thing," Karma said. "It looks like you took it straight from a Barbie doll."
"No choice~!" Sayuri said. "This is your punishment!"
"You've gotta be freaking kidding me! I'll do anything to get out of wearing that thing!"
"Deal!" the meister exclaimed happily.
Karma suddenly realized what she had just gotten herself into. Sayuri Star was not only an excellent meister and assassin, she also had a gift. She could never lose a bet. Ever. They were her favorite things in the world, probably because she could manipulate people into doing what she wanted while letting them think they still had a chance. So naturally the only way out of the dress was to humor Sayuri with a bet. "You're evil... pure, uncensored evil..." the scythe murmured. "So what's this bet going to be...?"
"Well, you still have to come out and have fun with us tonight, win or lose," Sayuri stated. "You need to get out and have fun once in a while, and the four of us haven't had much time together. Now, if you win, you get to decide what you get to wear, I have no say in the matter and have to put up with it no matter how awful it may be." An evil grin spread across the young woman's face. "But... if I win... you have to wear... THIS!" She pulled a tiny tube of neon pink fabric out from behind her back.
"What the hell is that?"
"A dress!"
"That will barely cover me at all!"
"Then you'd better win, huh?" Sayuri giggled.
"Can I take it back? I want to wear the frou-frou dress instead."
"Nope, too late!"
Karma sighed in defeat. "Fine... What's the bet...?"
"I bet that you can't ask Tatsuya out on a date~!"
No way in Hell Karma could win the bet. Why should she even try? She might has well give up then and there. But as she looked at the neon pink in Sayuri's hand, a flame of determination ignited within her. She had to do it. She might very well spontaneously combust if she had to wear the tiny clothing Sayuri called a dress. The front door opened and two male voices could be heard as Michael and Tatsuya walked into the house.
"Guess who's here~!" Sayuri sang, giggling at Karma in an almost mocking manner.
The scythe watched in horror as her meister went to greet the boys. She had to compose herself and win the bet. She was cool, nothing was bothering her. How difficult could it be to ask a boy out? So what if he was, in her mind, the most attractive guy in school? Who cared if he was her little brother's weapon? It was all inconsequential. Nothing was going to get in her way. She was going to ask Tatsuya out even if it killed her.
Michael and Tatsuya walked into the living room, the meister trying to look his best for Sayuri and the weapon trying not to look too bored with the events for the evening.
"Well, I'm gonna do a quick touch-up of my makeup," Sayuri announced. "Karma, go get ready, kay?" The assassin gave a subtle wink to her partner before heading down the hall to the bathroom.
Michael took a seat on the couch and switched on the television. "This might take a while, Tatsuya," he said. "Girls take forever to get ready." Suddenly his view of the screen was blocked by his sister. She crossed her arms across her chest and glared at him, a slight blush painting her cheeks. "Didn't you hear Sayuri? Go get ready."
"I need to talk to Tatsuya..." Karma managed to get out.
"He's right there," Michael pointed to his weapon with the remote.
"I need to talk to Tatsuya alone," Karma hissed out the last word, promises of hellfire and brimstone in her voice.
"I-I'll go check on Sayuri then," her brother stammered as he backed out of the living room.
The scythe sighed at looked over at the broadsword who stared at her with an eyebrow raised in confusion. She willed the blush threatening to cover her whole face away.
"What is it, Scar Face?"
She cleared her throat and averted her eyes. She had always been "Scar Face" to him. He never called her "Karma", always "Scar Face". But it never bothered her. It was probably the best nickname anyone had come up with for her anyway. It was cool, kinda dangerous sounding. Not only that, but it was her special nickname only used by him… But right, of course, back to the bet. "I... wanted to ask you... if you had any plans tonight...?" Good so far. Karma could maybe actually do it.
"Um, yeah? With you, Michael, and Sayuri, right? Going to a club?"
She had not been informed about clubbing, but her embarrassment overpowered her anger at Sayuri. How could she have been so stupid? Of course he had plans! Her meister had just said they were going out with the boys that night! Her hands started to sweat badly. "Yeah, I just wanted to make sure we were all on the same page, you know?" she laughed nervously.
"I suppose we are now if we weren't before," Tatsuya replied, scratching the back of his hair somewhat irritably. "You know how Michael is. As soon as Sayuri mentions something, he's all ears. And he's got a knack for getting into trouble, so wherever he goes I go, you know? Sometimes I wonder how he ever got this far without me always watching out for him. But I guess he's had you all his life and no one messes with Scar Face, right?"
Karma giggled but immediately covered her mouth, embarrassed by the sound. Starting to backpedal towards her room, she said nervously, "Yeah, I gotcha! Well, I'll catch ya later!" She ran straight to her room, shut the door behind her, and leaned into the wood, her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath. "That was horrible..." she whispered, holding a hand over her fluttering heart. "I don't know how any girl can stand asking any guy out..." She glanced up and immediately regretted it.
Hovering over her, hair brush and tweezers in each hand almost like knives, stood Sayuri, a frightening glint in her eyes. "So I heard you failed..." she whispered in a creepy voice, her head tilting slightly. "You do know what that means, don't you, Karma…?" The meister giggled like a small girl from a horror film, causing the hairs on the back of Karma's neck to stand on end.
"No… please… Have mercy!" the scythe pleaded. Suddenly the idea of actually asking Tatsuya on a date properly wasn't so scary in comparison to Sayuri's methods of torture. She pushed herself off the floor and reached for the door handle, but her hand was soon caught in her meister's grip.
"Don't worry… It'll all be over in just a little bit," the assassin reassured her. "However, you might not recognize yourself afterwards…" Another giggle.
Karma braced herself. If she ever made it out alive after it was all said and done, she swore to never again take part in one of Sayuri's bets. But that was if she ever did survive...