A/N: So I wrote this back when it was winter and never finished it for some reason but, uh... here ya' go.

We're going to pretend there's no such thing as meteorology or science of any kind for a little bit.

SoulEater isn't mine and can I stop putting these disclaimers yet or do you still think I'm claiming it?

Liz was falling asleep, her hand the only thing keeping her head off of her desk. When they'd been told the main subject they'd be focusing on was phasmology, she'd assumed that it'd be interesting. She must've been a fool for thinking studying souls and their properties would be exciting and new. It had seemed so at first, anyway. But she'd since learned that what it all boiled down to was a romanticized version of psychology combined with a bit of chemistry.

The only thing that genuinely intrigued her was the process by which one became a kishin. However, they weren't going to be getting into that for quite some time. So she was stuck here, bored out of her freaking mind, while Professor Stein went on and on about... What was he even talking about? Something about how soul-wavelength energy was conducted.

Kid, of course, was taking extensively detailed notes. Her and her sister had taken to just looking at his notes later rather than paying attention to the lecture. The boy was like a human tape-recorder. He also had the habit of being a bit of a know-it-all, so he took joy in explaining it to them, though his tone was usually irritatingly condescending and snarky. His favorite part was always complaining about how Stein had watered it down and telling them that this was how it really was.

She didn't understand why he took notes at all in the first place. He already knew all of this stuff. He'd told them a thousand times like the arrogant bastard he was. It wasn't like he was going to look at them anyway. The only purpose they seemed to serve was to compensate for her and Patty's disinterest.

Perhaps it was just to make it look like he was doing something, since the three of them had been given very low participation grades in the beginning for not taking any notes and just sitting there staring off into space. Patty had become very good at looking busy, though Liz knew this ability had come on accident, as she was always scribbling doodles in her notebook.

Just look like you're paying attention and everything will be fine. Today, though, Liz didn't really even feel like doing that. So she just stared at the board as Stein drew and labeled diagrams they were supposed to be copying down and made bazar analogies that all somehow connected soul theories with the dissection of various animals.

At some point, her eyes trailed off to the side to the window. It took her a minute to comprehend, as she was positive that such things did not normally occur in the middle of the desert, but eventually she saw that it was indeed snowing outside. It had been cloudy this morning when she woke up, so she knew they were in for their, roughly, bimonthly precipitation, but she didn't think it'd be snow.

Sure, it got cold here during the winter and sure, it rained, but it had been so long since she'd seen snow, other than on missions, it was just astonishing.

She also wasn't the only one who'd noticed.

She saw Patty ripping a scrap of paper out of her notebook and begin excitedly scribbling on it. She knew exactly what she was writing before she folded it up and tossed it over Kid's arm.

Sure enough, it read: "Holy shit it's snowing!"

Liz quickly wrote, "I know!" on the little bit of paper before folding it back up and tossing it back to her.

Kid gave them both a slightly irritated glance, but then went back to his notes.

When Patty handed the paper back to her again, it said in messy hand writing, "Why cant this class be over yet? Im so fucking board."

She ignored the spelling and wrote "It'll be over in 10 minutes" after glancing at the clock ticking on the wall.

Kid was clearly getting quite annoyed with them passing things over him as she tossed the paper back to her sister.

Patty scrawled something on the paper again and gave it back to her.

"but im so board!" Next to the writing was a picture of a walrus. Liz was just as bored, so she went with it and drew a mustache on the walrus.

She threw it back to her and Patty giggled discreetly. Her pen ran over the paper quickly and she threw it over Kid's notes and back to her.

The walrus had gained a top hat and a vest.

She gave it back after giving it a monocle.

When it was returned to her again, it had wings and an arrow through it's head.

She sent it back with a pet cat; a wall-eyed cat with a ridiculous smile and a unibrow.

Patty gave the cat a hand coming out of it's face. Or at least, that's what she thought it was.

Both were given matching mutton chops and lipstick before she threw it back to her.

Kid was growing increasingly irritated, but didn't seem to feel the need to stop it. At least, that was, until Patty accidentally hit his hand when tossing the paper back. His pen jerked, slashing a line of ink across his notes.

"Sorry," she whispered so softly she may as well have been mouthing it. Kid glared at her, though, and quickly snatched the paper out of her hands.

Before he could get it into his pocket, however, she made to grab it back from him. Kid wouldn't let go, though, which resulted in a small game of tug of war that they attempted to hide beneath the desk.

As subtle as Kid attempted to be with it, several people noticed and turned to look at them at the slight scraping of their chairs, bringing them to the attention of the professor.

"Patty..." Kid hissed as quietly as he could.

Neither of them apparently had realized that Stein had ceased speaking and was staring at them. Once Kid managed to finally tare it out of her hand, though, and stick it in his pocket, both of them froze under the man's glare.

Stein sighed and walked up the steps to the row they were sitting in. He held out his hand. "Give it to me," he said disappointedly.

Kid placed the crumpled piece of paper in the palm of his hand hesitantly. Stein walked away without looking at it and proceeded to throw it away in the trash bin beside his desk.

"Now, if you three are done acting like eight-year-olds, I'd like to finish this lesson before the bell rings..." he said with his icily cool voice.

"Hey, they were the ones fighting, don't look at me," Liz said hastily. She internally slapped herself for still having the left over instinct from the streets to immediately blame someone else. Though, she really hadn't been doing anything disruptive.

"Please be quiet," he said calmly. "It shouldn't be this hard to behave yourselves for just five more minutes."

"I can't believe it's actually snowing!"

Patty was ridiculously ecstatic about this occurrence. She wasn't able to sit still or be quiet at all. It was actually quite annoying, since their study hall teacher kept getting mad at them for making too much noise. Liz honestly didn't understand why she was always blamed for her sister's and her meister's idiocy.

No matter what the reason, though, she really didn't feel like sitting in study hall today. Their study hall was a full hour and a half long due to some string-pulling on Kid's part. They'd requested this instead of taking another class during this period, but it turned out sitting in the same room with nothing to do for that long was absolute torture.

They had to get up and go somewhere or they were both probably going to just lay down and die. Therefore, they'd decided to go visit (intrude upon) Kid's class. Patty was avidly speaking of all the wonders of snow and of how she couldn't wait to play in it and have a snowball fight and anything and everything else she could think of as they walked through the empty hallways toward the gym.

"I don't know if there's gonna be enough snow for all that, Patty," Liz said hesitantly.

"Yeah there will be," she replied, a frustrated edge to her voice. She clearly did not want to be told such a thing. "It always rains a ton here when it rains, so there'll be a ton of snow, too."

"Alright, just don't be disappointed if there's not a lot," she said calmly.

"I wont be. 'Cause there will be a lot," she said.

"Okay."

Patty grunted irritatedly as she pushed open the door of the gymnasium. The two walked into the enormous room without hesitation. They did this nearly every day. They brought their pass book with them, but they didn't really need to show it to Nygus. They just walked up the bleachers and sat down on the rough plastic.

The sounds of so many rushing footsteps echoed off the walls, dotted with the occasional squeaking of sneakers on polished wood. Every meister in the academy and a select few weapons were down on the gymnasium floor running sprints. They were still doing warm ups, apparently.

Though they also had regular PE classes, meisters took another class meant to train them in martial arts. It wasn't really enough to keep them in the conditions they needed to be in for missions, so they still had to train themselves outside of school, but it gave everyone the chance to do so at least once a day.

All meisters were required to take this class. It was optional for weapons, but weapons that did not take the class were supposed to take another extracurricular class instead. The two sisters had opted out of both. Patty, however, often took part in this class when they decided to visit.

Today, though, she was too busy worrying about the snow. She was still rambling on about it. Liz believed she'd told her how she was going to build a snowman about six times now.

A whistle blew suddenly and everyone ceased running. They all stood catching their breath for a moment or two, all their movements slowed in dramatic contrast their previous ones.

That all changed in a matter of moments, however, as Nygus called out for their next exercise. They all quickly and neatly lined up at one end of the gym.

The whistle blew again and all of them took a few steps forward before flipping over onto their hands and continuing down the gym. The scene was caught somewhere between elegant and comical. All of them walking across the gym on their hands was a fantastic display of fitness, however, they were also all in extremely short shorts and looked a bit like waddling, fleshy, zombies.

"Don't fall, Kid! Don't fall! If you fall, you'll die! Don't fall!" Patty was yelling loudly. "Oh, you almost fell! Don't fall! Don't fall!"

Liz laughed and yelled with her.

"Oh god, don't fall! Don't mess up! Don't fall!"

Kid and BlackStar reached the other end of the gym first, though Kid won by maybe a foot. They each picked up a candycane up off the floor with their teeth before turning around and making their way back. Really, this was a highly amusing exercise to watch.

"Don't fall! Don't fall!"

Kid was most certainly not going to fall. Then again, they weren't really warning him either. It would actually be hilarious if he fell.

"Kid! Kid! Don't fall and don't die!"

Embarrassing him was similarly amusing, though.

"God, Kid! What are you doing? You almost fell! I said don't fall!"

Kid and BlackStar were both at the front with Maka rather close behind.

"Maka! Kid and BlackStar are beating you! The hell are you doing with your life? And Kid, I freaking said, "Don't fall!" Stop falling!"

They were nearly at the other end of the gym now.

"God, what is he doing?" Liz asked sarcastically.

"Jeez, man, I dunno. He just keeps falling," Patty replied, shaking her head. "God, Kid, stop falling!"

"Hey, be a little quieter, alright?" came a female voice from below them. They looked off the side of the bleachers to where Nygus was standing, whistle in hand.

"Sorry," Liz said, laughing.

"Oh! Nyugs, can I go too?" Patty asked avidly.

"Sure, Patty. I really think you should just start taking this class," Nygus replied. The majority of the students had returned to the end of the gym, candycanes in tact, just then and Nygus blew her whistle.

Patty jumped down the bleachers and onto the gymnasium floor. She ran over to where Kid was now standing and panting heavily. Liz couldn't hear what was said, but she could tell by Patty's gestures that it was somewhere along the lines of "Idiot, I told you not to fall!"

"Next set!" Nygus called. Everyone lined up at the end of the gym again, this time with the added addition of Patty. She blew her whistle and again, everyone took a few steps before flipping forward and walking on their hands.

"Holy crap, snow!"

It was just flurrying at the moment, but Patty was most definitely not wrong. It was also quite windy, as it always was at the academy. Being placed so high up on a hill made it a target for fast moving air.

"Augh, I really don't want to walk home in this," Liz sighed, trying over and over again to keep her hair out of her face as they made their way down the stairway.

"It's not even snowing that much," Kid said, also fussing repeatedly with his hair before shoving a knit hat on top of his head. It was black hat with exactly three white stripes. This hat had made his life by defying his dye-resistant hair. He loved this hat. No one could ever take this hat away from him without dying first. No one.

"But it is mad brick out here!" she said.

"I vote we have a snowball fight!" BlackStar shouted avidly.

"There isn't enough snow for that, dumb-ass," Soul said in a bored tone.

"When there is we totally should!" Patty agreed.

Liz shoved her hands into the pockets of her peacoat, wondering how she'd forgotten her gloves this morning. It was quite astonishing to her how cold it actually got here.

"I dunno if it's actually going to snow that much," she said.

"Yeah, it usually doesn't snow that much here," Maka added. "It's not like NewYork." She said the last part more to Patty than to anyone else.

"At least there aren't really any cars so it wont be all brown mush," Liz said. "So it'll probably look pretty anyway."

"Yeah, the snow in the city is usually all gross and full of dirt and stuff so it's kinda useless," Soul said.

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense," Maka agreed.

"I haven't seen snow in a while and I'll admit I sort of miss it," Tsubaki said quietly, soft enough so that only half of the group actually heard her.

"I wouldn't expect too much. I don't think I've really seen more than an inch or two at a time here," Kid said, staring at the sky that had been coated with a solid sheet of white clouds.

"Aww, but it might," Patty said hopefully.

"All I'm saying is don't be upset if the snowfall is too minimal," he said.

They came to the first landing that cut up the enormous staircase where Soul always left his motorcycle. It was the closest place to the school it could be parked.

"Well, see you guys later, alright?" Soul said, unlocking the bike.

"Yeah, we'd stay longer but the weather and everything..." Maka said. The group usually hung out for a while after school before heading home.

After several good-byes, the two got on the motorcycle together, Maka wrapping her arms around her weapon's waist. Then the engine revved and they took off down the winding ramp that wrapped around the hill.

The rest of them just continued down the stairs together in the brisk air, BlackStar and Patty both rambling about the snow. Liz was surprised he didn't feel that he was "too big" for something like snowball fights, but apparently any opportunity to potentially kick Kid's ass was something he took joy in. The two groups walked together until they came to the landing where they had to part ways.

Kid was awoken abruptly the next morning, his eyes torn open and his dreams, whatever they had been, falling so far into the back of his mind he'd never retrieve them again, by the sudden sound of his bedroom door banging open followed by a heavy weight slamming onto his chest.

"I freaking told you so!"

His eyes refused to be open for more than a few seconds at a time, but between his eyelids he could see a very excited Patty, still clad in her pajamas and her blonde hair sticking up in knots behind her head. It was like Christmas all over again.

"I told you!" she said. "I told you!"

In a daze, Kid pushed himself up on his arms to look at her. "Patty... What...? What are you even...?" He could feel the messiness of his own hair pulling on his scalp.

"Get up!"

Kid blinked. "Wha- Why?"

"'Cause there's snow freaking everywhere!" She replied excitedly.

He looked at her for several seconds before replying with a pathetic and quite confused, "Oh... Okay..."

"Come on! You gotta get up!" she said urgently.

"Patty, wait, what... What time is it?" he asked, leaning back into his pillow and rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands.

"It's six-oh-nine," she said.

"And it's Saturday, right?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Then why are you awake?"

"'Cause there's snow all over the place!" she answered simply. "Come on. Get up!"

"Yeah, okay..." he said, turning back over onto his side and pressing his face into his pillow.

"No! Get up!" she insisted, jumping off his bed. "Come on!"

"Okay..." he agreed again, pulling the covers back over himself. He wasn't even hearing what she was saying anymore.

"Get up, stupid!"

"Come ge'me at eight 'er sumthin'..." he mumbled into his pillow.

Patty made a loud, frustrated, groan before walking out of his room and slamming the door.

Regardless of this, however, he found himself being forced out of his normal routine, no kicking and screaming left out, shoved into boots and a white jacket, and kicked out the door. At least he'd argued and panicked long enough to let the sun come up. Though, some of that panic had seemed suspiciously over embellished.

"Just appease her, please," Liz sighed as she pushed on his shoulders and guided him toward the open and waiting door. "Besides, I want to go back to bed just as bad as you do, so I don't want to hear your bitching."

"Can't we at least eat breakfast first? And just... that painting, right there, it's really, really- Can I just fix it?" he pleaded pointing to one of the paintings in the entryway as she pushed him out the door.

"No," Liz said, shutting it behind them. "If I can't sleep in on a Saturday, then you can't be happy either." She gripped his collar and began dragging him down the steps. "Now come the hell on."

Patty was already at the end of the pathway, her foot prints destroying the perfection of the fresh snow in a crooked line that roughly followed where the pathway was supposed to be. So he didn't even get to enjoy that.

Though he was still quite amazed at the amount of snow that had fallen. Surely it wouldn't last long, but it was still quite an anomaly. He stepped into Patty's deep footprints in an attempt to preserve as much of the perfection of the snow as he could.

No one had any idea how it got started, but at some point they ended up in a small park trying to kill each other with balls of packed snow. They also had somehow broken up into teams without speaking. Kid supposed it didn't really matter how it happened, but he was quite keen on blaming BlackStar as he distinctly recalled him throwing ice at his head an uncertain amount of time ago.

Were he as mature as he liked to pretend he was, Kid would probably think that this had gotten out of hand and that they were taking this far too seriously. He would probably think they were all being too competitive. He would probably just shake his head and walk away. But he wasn't. So he didn't.

Instead he was currently standing defensively next to a tree thinking of a thousand ways to beat BlackStar, and of course Maka and Patty, but mostly BlackStar.

Liz shrieked as Patty hit her in the shoulder with a snowball and hid behind a tree next to him.

Kid just looked at her.

"What! It's freaking cold!" she whispered angrily.

He just continued to look at her for a moment before returning his attention to strategy. Before he could think of a good one, though, BlackStar, whilst loudly claiming his greatness, climbed into the branches of a similarly close tree and threw several snowballs at him.

Kid dodged most of them in an unnecessarily professional fashion that sent him to the ground, but one managed to get him just below his neck, crumbling into frigid ice that fell down his shirt.

He quickly retaliated and threw one back at him, but he jumped out of the tree and it missed. Luckily, Soul avenged him and got him in the side of the head.

"Hey!"

Kid pushed himself out of the snow just in time for a ball of snow to hit him in the shoulder. He was able to turn his head to see his attacker for a brief moment before something warm, somewhat bony, and enveloped in a coat slammed into his side and sent him back to the ground.

"Don' worry, I got this," Patty told BlackStar, who was already running after Soul, as she made every effort to restrain the reaper.

Meanwhile, Liz leaned against the tree just next to him.

"You're not going to help, are you," he choked out as Patty put him into a headlock.

"You could get yourself out of this if you wanted to," she said.

Maybe this had gone too far. But then again...

After a some tactile squirming and a bit of skill, he did manage to remove himself from Patty's grip and run off toward BlackStar and Soul.

After their snowball fight had become unusually violent, not only had parents removed their children from the park, but they had drawn a brief crowd of spectators, many of whom were confused, if only momentarily. After the realization that they were academy students, as fighting students was such a norm in Death City, no one paid any particular mind and went on their way.

So BlackStar, Kid, Soul, and Patty eventually ended up being the only ones pelting each other with snowballs, while Liz, Maka and Tsubaki retreated to some frozen benches to wait out their nonsense.

Soul was the first to get tired and join them, finding this 'game' not worth his efforts as it could barely be described as a game anymore being that the use of snowballs was becoming scarce as Kid and BlackStar had begun resorting to genuine martial arts.

Patty too eventually stopped and came to sit with them once she realized she was being almost entirely excluded. She slumped into the space on the bench next to Soul.

"So you guys wanna go get coffee or something?" Liz offered in a bored tone.

"Shouldn't we wait for them...?" Tsubaki hesitated.

"They probably wont even notice we're gone," Soul said, glancing back at their escalating battle.

"Yeah but, what if they hurt someone?" Maka said unsurely.

"Maybe we should try and stop them," Tsubaki suggested as one of them sent a tree limb crashing into the ground.

Liz watched as her meister was thrown several feet backwards from a punch in the face and then saw BlackStar get a good kick in the ribs in retaliation.

"Maybe..."

A/N: This isn't anything I'd planned on posting this month, but I just have no motivation or inspiration to write at the moment... So this'll have to do.

Reviews are appreciated and stuff and yeah