Hiii guys. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update. I've had a terrible case of writer's block. There were times I thought about scrapping this whole story because I just couldn't get into the spirit of writing anything. But then I realized it wouldn't be fair to those of you who are actually reading it. Then out of nowhere, I was hit with a sudden stroke of inspiration. And so, the next chapter was born. I hope y'all like, even if it might not be that long. And to those of you who have been keeping up with my story so far, thank you. Just please bear with me. I'll get it together soon. Anyways, enjoy.
The next morning I woke up with a weight on my face and chest. I could hardly move or breathe. I groggily tried to push whatever it was off of me, but it didn't move. I started to panic. This isn't cool at all. I attempted to turn over on my side. Whatever it was still didn't budge. I noticed it was soft. Is this a damn pillow? Oh crap, is Maka trying to kill me for what happened? It was getting harder to breathe. I tried talking, but it was muffled against the object. It was still kind of dark in the room since my curtains weren't drawn back to let sunlight in, so I couldn't clearly see what I had on me. Without thinking, I bit down hard. "OW!" The weight instantly disappeared. "Soul, you jerk! That hurt!" I blinked a few times before my eyes finally focused on Blair's human physique. "Blair?! What the hell?!" She was standing at the foot of my bed, wearing nothing but an outrageously tight tank top and panties. She pouted. "Some way to wake a girl up," she said, folding her arms. "Why in Death's name are you in my room? You almost killed me!" "Well something was wrong with Maka and she didn't really seem like she wanted any company. And I didn't want to sleep alone on the couch, so your room was the next option." Aw man. Maka's pissed for sure, I thought. I glanced at the time. 6:32. "Dammit Blair, you woke me up almost thirty minutes early. I hate being woken up." I ran a hand through my hair and begrudgingly hopped out of bed. "I might as well get a head start." I shuffled out the door and into the bathroom to take a shower.
When I came out the bathroom about twenty minutes later, the smell of breakfast greeted me. Absentmindedly, I walked in the kitchen, where I saw Maka leaning against the counter fully dressed in her black trench coat, yellow sweater vest and white long sleeve shirt, green tie, and plaid skirt, reading a book. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders. "Good morning," I said, giving her a small smile. She looked up and gave me one in return, her hair framing her face nicely. She didn't look pissed at all, which was a relief. "Good morning." Her eyes then widened and she turned as red as a tomato. I raised an eyebrow. "What?" She pointed at me while averting her eyes. "W-where are your clothes?" I looked down and saw that I only had a towel hanging loosely around my waist. It was my turn to blush. "Crap! I forgot! Be right back!" I rushed to my room to throw on my black headband and leather jacket, orange T-shirt, and light brown pants. I walked back out, scratching my head with embarrassment. "Sorry," I muttered. "It's okay." I grabbed a plate from the cabinet. "Have you eaten yet," I asked. Maka shook her head. "No, not yet. I got sidetracked," she said as she slid her book to the side. I handed her a plate and we sat down at the table, with little conversation being made as we ate our food.
We arrived at school via motorcycle with fifteen minutes to spare. Normally Maka and I walked side by side, but now she made sure she kept herself a few steps ahead of me, gripping her book to her chest. Her hair was still loose and swaying in the slight breeze that was blowing. I caught the scent of strawberries and crème and inhaled deeply, my nose greatly appreciating the aroma. What she didn't know was that happened to be my favorite shampoo of hers. I smiled to myself, my eyes glued to the back of her head as we continued walking.
When we made it to our classroom, we were greeted cheerfully by the gang. "'Sup guys," was my response as I sat down, kicking my feet up on my desk. "Hey everyone," Maka replied, opening her book back up. BlackStar wasted no time speaking up. "Me and Tsubaki totally rocked our mission yesterday. It was awesome! It's too bad you guys couldn't see me shine like the star I truly am!" He slammed his hand down on his desk. "When I tell you Tsubaki's PERFECT for me, I mean it! I couldn't have done any better without her." He was wearing a huge grin as he slung his arm around the blushing girl's shoulders. "Y-you were the main star. I was only a background character in your performance," Tsubaki murmured. BlackStar kissed her forehead and placed his hand on top of her head. "Nonsense. You really stole the show." His weapon turned a few shades redder, but smiled softly. Kid, Liz, and Patty beamed at them. I felt a twinge of envy and averted my eyes to Maka, who was deeply engrossed in whatever the hell she was reading. A small smile tugged my lips as I gazed upon her. She just looked so...adorable. Apparently I was admiring her a little too much because she suddenly looked up and we locked eyes. "Soul, why are you staring at me?" I swallowed hard. "I uh, was just w-wondering what you were reading." She squinted suspiciously. "Since when were you ever interested in what I read?" "...Since now?" She opened her mouth to reply, but was interrupted by the bell and her father's voice. "Maka and Soul, Lord Death wants to see you two in the Death Room." He was leaning against his desk with a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other, apparently to take roll. "Go on." He waved his hand dismissively at us. Maka and I nodded and made our way out the door. "Now, for the rest of you, take out your textbooks and turn to page 290..." His voice trailed off as we got farther away. "What do you think Lord Death wants with us," Maka asked curiously. I shrugged. "Beats me."
When we arrived at the Death Room, we were immediately greeted cheerfully by Lord Death in the flesh. "Hey hey you two! What's up, what's up, what's up?" He held up a peace sign. "That's kinda what we're here for, to see what's up. You summoned us, right," I answered, stuffing my hands into my pockets. He cocked his head to the side. "Yes, about that. I have an important task for you two kiddos. Apparently, there's a Kishin that's been running amuck at night recently, stealing souls left and right. It's said to have the ability to shape shift at will, making it a formidable and dangerous opponent. A skilled scythe meister is highly recommended for this mission, so I want you two to find it and get rid of it immediately before it gets any stronger than it already is." He paused for a moment and studied us both intently. "I know this may seem like a bit much since you just took on a dangerous foe a few days ago." Maka clenched her fist to her chest. "With all due respect sir, I don't give a damn about that. I can handle it." She turned to look at me. "We can handle it. Right, Soul?" I was a bit hesitant at first. I didn't want her to be put in danger again. But I could sense her unwavering determination to prove her point to Lord Death, and it was contagious. "You bet your ass." She grinned at my response and faced Lord Death once again. "I bet it won't be too hard to find with my Soul Perception." "Which is another reason why I felt you would be the right choice for this mission," he said. "It appears to frequently target the edge of town. Where it comes from and where it goes is hard to say. The sooner you deal with this threat, the better." Maka and I both nodded, completely understanding how important handling this task was. After all, Lord Death was entrusting us with this instead of an actual three-star meister. We were only two-stars. If we don't take of this Kishin now, we could all be in trouble, I thought, my mind going back to the hell Asura unleashed when he was freed. We couldn't let something like that happen again. Lord Death seemed to read my mind. "I'm glad you realize how dire the situation is. I wouldn't want this to be another Asura." Maka's fist tightened. "Right. We won't let you down sir," she said, exuding confidence. I gazed upon her with admiration. She was so amazing. The fire in her eyes sparked a flame in my belly and made my heart skip a beat. She grabbed my arm. "Let's go!" I couldn't help but give her my signature grin. "Right behind ya." We both dashed out of the Death Room, ready to open up a can of whoop ass on this elusive Kishin.