The trip to Death City, Nevada was the worse trip Soul had ever experience in his entire life. After an uneventful 40 minute drive to the airport, Soul had the most painful time trying to dodge people who apparently have never heard of time management, seeing as how he almost kept getting run over by people and their wheelie bags. Then he had the pleasure to spend a four hour flight to Nevada from New York with a six-year-old child who was throwing a temper-tantrum every 30 minutes. As a result, the brat always kicked the back of his seat with his kangaroo feet every time he had a fit. The worse part about that flight was that it was non-stop. Oh how the world hated him so. When plane finally lands, Soul wastes no time in getting off the flying contraption that harbors the still yelling child. 'I hate kids' he thinks in an annoyance. Soul quickly grabs his bags before sitting down on a bench before anyone else starts bumping into him again while he waits for the rest of his family.

"Soul!" he hears the voice of his brother calling and sees him waving his right arm. Soul takes a deep breath before prying to whatever God is causing all of this misfortune upon him that he will make it out of this battlefield called an airport alive.

Dangerous Love

Chapter Two: Petty Fights Lead to Angry Redheads

"Your father is cruel Kidd" a tired voice from a blond-haired male with dark indigo irises complained while sitting on a wooden chair in the corner of a café behind the counter.

It has been a full three weeks – with the teens staring on their fourth – since the team was basically ordered to stay low and out of sight from Lord Death. Death was able to get one of his leading members of the DWMA's "Internal Affairs", Joe Buttataki who runs a café to take the three teenagers in as his employees. The job itself didn't prove to be too difficult for the trained assassins to take on, but as the days grows longer and longer without going on a single mission, it would seem to be taking its toll on the action pack team. It's like trio has been locked away in a cell for years and is finally cracking at the seams. The team has tried to blow off steam during training, but it doesn't have that same thrilling feeling they get when go a missions. It's gotten to a point where even the calm and patient Death the Kidd has failed on multiple attempts to try and convince his father to allow them to go on missions of any kind, as long as they get the fighting feeling out of their system. No luck, damn.

"You've only worked for one hour! You've been sleeping in the staff lounge for the other three! Even now all you're doing to just sitting there!" another male with brown hair and green eyes yelled at his blond co-worker. "And my name is not 'Kidd', its Logan Forchen."

"Yeah, and I'm supposed to be Darren Wooten, but you don't see me telling you that." the blond told the brunette with a simple roll of his eyes before crossing his arms across his chest and leaning back against the wall behind him.

"That's because you are Darren. That's your name!" the chestnut yelled back putting more emphasis in his sentence.

"Guys."

"No! My name is Black Star! Or GOD! Whichever you choose to call me doesn't matter because they're both true."

"How about Baka?! It's fitting and it's true."

"Guys!"

"Oi Kidd! Are you looking for a fight?!"

"My name is Logan!"

"MAKA-CHOP!"

A response of "Ow…" and "The fuck Maka!" rang throughout the medium size café that currently held no one besides the three employees with two lying on the floor clutching their heads in pain. The remaining worker standing was a female with red hair and blue eyes that screams the promise of pain. "Now if you two are done measuring each other's dicks, I would like to finish this shift in silence! Or so help me Lord Death, I will see to it that you both are six-feet under! Got it!?" With a chorus of "yes" from the male duo, silence rang throughout the café till the former blond rubbed her temple in frustration and leaving towards the back for some medical attention for the oncoming migraine. Once she was gone, the more muscular male didn't hesitant before saying:

"What the fuck is her problem?"

"She's still sour about how Spirit took out Maka's original disguise and replaced it with what she's wearing now. You know how she never wants to be anything like her father?" Kidd asks while looking to Black Star who only nodded as a response. "Well, now whenever she looks at anything with a reflective surface she can only see how much she truly looks like him."

"Why doesn't she just change her whole disguise out look to something that not Spirit-like?" Black Star asked while reaching for his chair that he was originally sitting on before the argument broke out.

"You really are a baka." Kidd says with a sigh, ignoring the heated glare temporarily blond was giving him. "Do you know how suspicious it would be if she came to work having a different hair and eye color?"

"I just meant her hair color you dumb-ass!"

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or any of the characters.

AN: Hello Everyone! Happy to be back to the world of FanFiction! I wish I could have uploaded this sooner but I was out of town and doing stuff. I know that this is more of a filler chapter and that my come as a little bit of a disappointment to all you and I'm sorry for that. I shall hopefully get to the more juicy part of the story in a chapter or two but it will come. The next chapter will most likely be centered around Soul because he's only made a small appearance throughout the story. Again sorry. I know that some of you guys waiting for that big moment for when Maka and Soul finally meet along with the rest of the group and it will come soon. I promise it will be happening in either the next chapter or in chapter 6, I don't which one, but it will be there. I am extremely thankful that you guys are being really patient with me when it comes to these stories and that alone will push me to write faster and update more! Until the next chapter! Bye!~