This was a painful experience for the Witch. Sitting around, in a classroom, was agonizingly boring? Why was she here? Because, for some reason, Stein called her in to act as a demonstration as to what to expect from a witch. It was degradding, humiliating, and down right infuriating. But hey, it was Stein and Eruka didn't wish to die.

Thus leading us to the locked room. When class was dismissed, she had got left behind, along with a snoozing Black*Star. Now, she was stuck in a room with...Black*Star. At that realization, the witch was fearing for her life as she looked over her shoulder to see...the assassin reading?! This was incredibly odd to the witch. She had no idea Black*Star could read, let alone do it in his spare time.

As sneaky as she possibly could be, she snuck behind the assassin and peered over her shoulder to get a glimpse of what he was reading.

"What do you want?" Black*Star asked, scaring Eruka halfway to Lord Death's room.

"H-h-how did you know I was here?!" Eruka was so quiet! And she had Soul Protect! How could he had noticed her?!

"I heard your breathing." Black*Star said in a completely serious voice, scaring the witch even closer to her grave, "So what do ya want?"

"I...just wanted to know what you were reading." Eruka admitted, the assassin's serious face going back to its usual goofy look as he laughed his boisterous laugh.

"I'm reading Maka's diary." Eruka felt faint. Did Black*Star not wish to live? Eruka had thought something like that would be an attempt at suicide! "Wanna look?"

"What? No!" Eruka denied, "If she saw us reading from that, she'd kill us! Then she'd revive me just so she could do it a second time!"

"Come on." tempted the Star Clan Assassin, "You know you want to."

MEANWHILE!

"SOUL!" Maka released an ear-shattering shriek, "Where's my diary?!"

"What makes you think I have it?" Soul asked, completely engrossed in a TV program about a blond haired boy and his magical dog.

"Maka..."

"It's with Black*Star." squealed the albino, not wanting his meister to crack his skull open with another hard and heavy book.

If Soul were to turn around, he would see the rage inflicted upon Maka's face. Her face was red with embarrasment and rage, a lot of rage. Her eyes had fire in them and looking directly into them would be forfeiting your own life. She marched towards the door of their apparment and slammed it shut after she left.

"You just sent a lion on that poor boy." Blair said, also watching the cartoon as she lied on the coach's arm rest in her cat form.

"Better him that me." Soul shrugged. After all, this was a new episode of his favorite show.

Back to the story...

"Ribbit ribbit ribbit!" laughed Eruka as tears rolled down her eyes. She knew it was wrong. She knew it was the darkest of taboo. But the assassin had tempted her to look and look she did as the duo were laughing like maniacs at the words on the pages.

"Read this!" Black*Star said as he pointed to a passage in the book. It read:
'Dear Diary,
I. Can. NOT. Stand Soul! He's so lazy, irresponsible, egotistical, easilly distracted, ...cute, cool-huh? Oh man! Stupid pen! So glad nobody's reading this.'

"Bwa hahahahahahahaha!"

"Ribbit ribbit ribbit!"

They were both laughing their asses off as they invaded the privacy of the Scythe-Meister. As they ceased their laughing, Eruka twitched.

"We should run."

"What, why?" Black*Star asked.

"I...I don't know." Being the paranoia she was, Eruka had adopted a 'six-scense' to danger. She didn't know what was going to happen, but something was telling her that something was going to come and harm her.

"You need to relax." Black*Star assured, "The room's locked. Nothing is going to-"

The door was kicked down. No, it wasn't opened. It was kicked off its hinges, flew across the room, and hit Black*Star across the face. Eruka gasped. That could have been her.

"Who's reading my diary?" Eruka snapped her neck and, to her horror, saw a very angry Maka, tapping a very large textbook in her hand as she walked into the room.

(Not again...) Eruka thought as she was now drenched in her own sweat.

AN: Ugh...this chapter was lazily done...sorry.