Sta.sh
Chapter 1: Early Mornings Are Not Cool.
A cool morning would probably be different then the situation i'm currently in. Let's say a stupid sneaky cat snuck into my room and then turned into this cat girl with huge boobs. Now, a lot of you guys out there are probably thinking that this is epic, but not when you live with another girl with a huge temper, and always thinks you planned to have these boobs in your face.
You can imagine it can't you? Well, I don't need to, it happens every damn morning. Right now i'm just hoping she doesn't walk in on this like usual and kick me out the window again, but with my luck it would happen. I waited for the knock on the door and I could tell that Blair (stupid cat) was expecting it too. When it didn't happen, and I had finally managed to snake my way out of my bed, I went to check things out and eat breakfast. I was hungry and my roommate was a seriously good cook, luckily for me, because I wasn't.
"Hey Blair, wheres my Meister?" I asked looking over at Blair to give her a hard glare. I wanted the truth and I was going to get it.
"I don't know, she might be at the school already," Blair said all bubbly-like. Now, bubbly voices piss me off, much like Blair does everyday. I find that bubbly voices are way too annoying in the morning, though I like to have cool mornings, which is why I don't mind my Meister's voice. Her voice is kind of deep, not to say she's effeminate just that her voice isn't bubbly or kind of high in the octaves. It was annoying sometimes though.
I left the kitchen merged with a living room and wandered back to my room. I shut the door and changed, although, I couldn't find my black button up shirt. I'd just have to go without it. I left my room once again and looked around, I couldn't see the shirt so I just grabbed a piece of bread and left, locking the door behind me, even though Blair would be going to that place Death Scythe always visits. Isn't that place something like a whore-house anyway?
"Huh? I wonder where she went off so early anyway..." it wasn't cool to be this worried about my Meister this early in the day. And cool was my middle name.
Actually... My name is Soul Eater Evans. I'm a Demon scythe hoping to be a Death Scythe someday. Like my Meister's father, Spirit. Unfortunately for Spirit, she hates him, he messed around too much in front of her. He's pretty uncool but eh... he's not that bad, kinda...
I sighed, too much thinking in the morning. I stifled a yawn and kept walking. The piece of bread I ate wasn't much for a breakfast, I'd complain later, after I found out where she ran off too.
I was going to have to run to make it to school on time. This wasn't like normal, something was definitely up. I dashed through the door just in time for the bell to go off. I walked over to Black*star and we highfived, "Why are you so late! You almost missed my grand performance! And since it's coming from me you know it'll be big!" there was something about his mischievous grin that got me kind of anxious, but since it was Black*star I should probably also be cautious.
"Now Tsubaki!" Black*star was screaming and bouncing off the walls like normal but what I saw next surprised me even more: There was my Meister in my shirt and her plain black pajama bottoms.
"M-Maka?" Okay, so I was right, Early mornings are not cool.
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