Hideyoshi: What.. am I doing here?
Kid: She's been obsessing over you ever since she watched Baka And Test.
Glammie: Hideyoshi...please let me bear your child. (Fan girl face)
Kid: Actually I think that's a girl.
Hideyoshi: Dammit ...I Am A Boy!
Kid: Whatever... Glammiegirl328 does not own Soul Eater.
Glammie: (Stares at Hideyoshi) So fabulous.
Hungover
It was a beautiful morning in Death City. The birds were chirping, the sun was laughing, Maka was not in her bed...
What!?
Maka woke up and squinted at the sunlight. When her eyes finally adjusted she looked around. She did not know where the hell she was. It was a nicely decorated room, but it wasnt hers.
She attempted to sit up when the extreme pain hit her. It felt like someone was trying to rip out her brain through her eye sockets.
Maka: Where the hell am I!?
She tried to remember what happened the night before, but everything was coming up as a blank.
Maka: (Thinking) Oh fuck it!
She slid out of the bed and grabbed something to use as a weapon. The closest thing to her was a baseball bat. As she got up she noticed that her close were changed.
Maka: ( Thinking) Oh god I was raped by a kind rapist.
She opened the door slowly and as quietly as possible. She was hit with the scent of food instantly. That left her a bit confused, but she still went forward.
Maka let her nose lead her to the kitchen, where a figure had his body in the fridge. Raising her bat slowly she tip toed towards the figure. Bat held high she stood over the figure. Then he turned his head.
Maka: Arusa!? ( Almost dropping her bat)
Arusa:(Standing up) Jeez Maka, a guy cooks you breakfast and gives you his room, and you try to assassinate him.
Maka:( Blushing) Well, how in the hell was I supposed to know? I wake up in this weird place, in changed clothes and no memory of why.
Arusa: So...you one of those drunks.
Maka: One of what drunks?
Arusa: I can explain after you give me the bat. (Holding out his hand)
Maka: (Handing it over) Fine, now what am I?
Arusa: You are one of the short term memory loss drunks. Its kinda like you wake up with instant amnesia.
Maka: Well, did anything happen last night?
Arusa: (Checking on the food) Before or after you basically invited me to sleep with you.
Maka: WHAT!?
She tried to hide herself in a corner. How could her drunk self betray her like that. Okay, she did find Arusa sexy and intelligent, but she was still getting over Soul. She felt so embarrassed that her urges got he better of her. She usually had more self control.
Arusa: (Calling over his shoulder) Maka calm down. Everyone has needs.
Maka: Not me, I have a lot of self control.
Arusa: Whatever you say. Just come eat before your food gets cold.
Maka: (Taking a bite) Wow Arusa this is really good.
Arusa: Thanks, its another of my many surprises.
They continued a light conversation while they ate.
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(Across Death City)
Kid had a very serious look on his face as he walked back to where Black*Star lived. Something this morning had put him on edge. How could that be possible?
(Flashback)
Kid had woken up at 8 a.m to get his friends some breakfast. It was a normal thing that Kid did when he spent the night. As he walked to Deathbucks he thought about Arusa. There was something that put him on edge about his boy.
He decided to cut through some side streets and a parking lot to get to Deathbucks. As it would seem that old saying was true. Speak of the devil...
Kid: Hello Arusa.
And the devil shall appear.
Arusa was walking through the parking lot with a bag full of groceries.
Arusa: (Looking over) Hey...Kid right?
Kid: Yeah...whats up?
Arusa: Nothing, I was just grabbing some breakfast food for Maka. (Holding up the bags)
Kid: Oh, so she never went home last night?
Arusa: Nope, I took her with me after she tried to acquaint herself with the floor.
Kid: That was nice of you.
Arusa: What can I say, I am a nice guy. (Smirking)
Kid: Well, I have to grab these idiots coffee, otherwise they will be useless.
Arusa: Ok...see ya. (Turning and walking away)
Kid: Yeah. (Also walking away)
Kid walked a little further before he turned back to the way Arusa had walked. There was just something about that boy that he would not put his finger on.
He used his Soul Perception to look at Arusa. He had a normal human soul, but there was something else. Looking deeper he found it. What it was shocked him.
There was something weird about Arusa.
Anyone with Soul Perception knows that the more frequently you look at a soul, the more you familiarize yourself with it. However, if you check someone for the first time their souls are foreign to you. The problem Kid experienced was that...
Arusa has a familiar soul.
(End of flashback)
Kid sighed as he walked up the stairs of the apartment. He knew something was wrong with Arusa. He would go to the library to study soul familiarity, but right now he had more pressing matters...
Kid: Soul and Star wake your lazy asses up before you sleep your lives away.
Kid looks down on the living room floor at the two sleeping boys.
Soul: (Mumbling) I hear something annoying. (Looking up at Kid) Oh...its my personal Shinigami alarm clock.
Black*Star: (Stretching) Well whatever it as woke me up too. Looks like its not so personal.
Kid: Wow a kind way to treat a friend that just brought you coffee.
The boys got up and walked to there coffees. Kid always got them the same things every time he went: for Soul a mocha frappe with whipped cream and for Black*Star a decaffeinated coffee with Splenda and cream. Kid had also bought an assortment of donuts.
Soul: (Sipping his drink and biting his donut) Thanks Kid,you are the best.
Black*Star: What I wonder is why I have to have decaf.
Kid: Well, Tsubaki had her therapist write a note saying not to give you anything else to make you wild.
Soul: And remember the dare we gave you to drink 8 cans of Pepsi?
Black*Star: Oh that was so old.
Kid: They had to fix the symmetrical for you ruined. (Glaring)
Soul: I heard they had to shoot you with a dart to stop you from running all over the school.
Black*Star: Oh suck it. They actually did it because they just could not stop a big star like me.
Kid: Whatever helps you sleep at night.
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(Back to Maka and Arusa)
Maka: Wow Arusa that was really good.
Arusa: Thank you. I guess its another one of my special talents.
Arusa it up to clear the table.
Maka: (Standing and grabbing the plates) Here let me help you.
Arusa: (Trying to take them back) No. You are a guest, and guests do out clean.
Maka: I just want to be fair, and since you made me breakfast, the least I could do is help with washing.
Arusa sighed and led Maka into the kitchen. He knew that she would not take "No" for an answer.
The pair did the dishes with mild conversation; Maka dried while Arusa washed. After they finished Arusa left Maka in the living room while he took a shower.
Maka sat there for a while, but then she got bored. She stood up and walked over to a very large bookcase.
Arusa had a lot of interesting books. Most Maka had finished, and others she had never heard of. What was most interesting was that he had a whole section dedicated to Shakespeare. She had never met a teenage boy that had found his work interesting or worth reading.
She continued skimming through his titles when the Arusa walked in drying his hair with a towel and no shirt on.
Arusa: I knew you would be over there sooner or later, Baka.
Maka turned around to tell him her name was not Baka, but when she saw Arusa like that, the comment died on her lips. His body was so well built with muscles not to big, but she knew they were still there.
Arusa: (Watching her stare) See anything you like? (Grinning sarcastically)
Maka: (Blushing) No, I was just wondering why you are not wearing a shirt.
Arusa: Does my nakedness bother you?
Maka: (Looking for a way out the conversation and seeing the clock) Oh my Death, is that the time?
Arusa: Yup.
Maka: I gotta go. Where are my clothes?
Arusa: Hold on.
He walked into is bedroom and returned with the clothes.
Arusa: Here.
Maka thanked him and quickly went into the bathroom to change.
Extras:
Glammie: Well, I should be uploading more often.
Soul: Why is that?
Glammie: Well, I fucked up my ankle s no cheer for me, and Im done my project for the art show.
Arusa: That sucks about your leg.
Glammie: You dont know the half of it. Try using a wheelchair around immature teenage boys.
Arusa: Ha, let me guess wheelies?
Glamiie: Ugh...try not to remind me. Well, review so I can get better.