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Soul's week isnt going well. He has been repetitively maka chopped and even reaper chopped a few times for things he hasnt exactly said or done. Whats worse is he is trying his hardest to say something that has been on his mind while still retaining his level of cool he so covets.

What will happen when tsubaki plays mentor to the young scythe. Well that is a matter of how he will handle the rest of the bad week. Be for warned there will be language and citrus. But for the most part its just going to annoy soul.

{fuck my life.} souls bad week.

Ch1. Dont fear the reaper.

"oh come on... ive killed hundreds of kishins... theres no way I dont have enough yet." soul complained as lord death criticized his lack of aptitude for becoming a deathscythe. "cut me a break will ya."

"soul..." maka scolded him. "that is no way to talk to lord death"

"what... you dont think I can hack it?" he put his hands in his pockets "im too cool to be played like this."

"soul" the cloaked figure of lord death spoke as he poked the young man "if you recall you failed to collect a witch soul. So all of the souls you had collected were confiscated. Though I admire your attitude towards the situation. You are hardly being played... you simply failed a task."

"so now what... hunt more? Gimme a break. This is lame." he scoffed before a massive reaper chop was delivered.

"somtimes your insolence is intolerable. Soul you will hunt if you desire to become a deathscythe. I cut no corners with this... my weapons will be disciplined and powerful. Not just one or the other... niether of which you are at the current moment."

"but"

"on a further note ive gotten wind of a small situation between you and a mister from one of your classes. I will not tolerate dissension amongst the members of the academy."

"he started it. He should have been quiet when I warned hi..." another reaper chop silenced his protest.

"enough... now... continue with your training and I dont want to hear of another incident out of you or youll get the chopping of your life." with that they were dissmissed.

Maka sighed as she watched soul peel himself from the floor. "when will you learn. Its better just to go with it."

"i think I got screwed just now." he rubbed his head and stood "you know you could have defended me back there."

"no thanks... you tend to cause us both trouble if I intervene."

"but... you know that guy started it."

"he asked me a question and you jumped him. If you ask me I think thats just you being jealous."

"and whats that suppose to mean" their faces now were mere inches apart glaring at eachother.

"you heard me."

"oh im sorry bookworm I dont think I can hear you from behind the hardback oh wait thats just your face." she chopped him and again he plucked himself from the ground "b...b...bitch"

"shut up and you may not die." she held up a book threatening immanent demise should he speak again.

"alright dont hit me again. Jeez." he backed away. "ya know I dont even want to do this anymore honestly... just seems so... uncool."

"your just dissapointed that you got chopped."

"no im not!"

"then why are you so defensive?"

"im not defensive I just dont like getting chopped... I kina favor my head ya know."

"dont fear the reaper?"

"dont go there..."

they walked in silence back to the board to receive a mission.