"Oi! Maka, it's your turn to make breakfast!" Soul shouted loudly while walking into her room without knocking. "MAKA-CHOP!" Maka hit him with a thick dictionary, "Don't come into my room while I'm changing Soul!" she scolded although she was already fully dressed. "There's nothing to see! Where'd you get that dictionary?" Soul was stroking the spot of impact trying to get rid of the pain. "I got it so I could use it whenever I needed to," Maka said deviously. "I don't like where this is going. So not cool," Soul stated while leaving the room. That's just like Soul, Maka thought as she grabbed her materials needed at the DWMA. "Let's get going Soul!" she yelled to him while walking towards the door. "What about breakfast?" he complained. "We're skipping it, come on!" She grasped his hand and ran out the door towards the school. "So uncool…"

The DWMA seemed normal as Maka and Soul approached it, but noticed the Thompson sisters along with a downcast Kid. "What's wrong with him?" Soul asked as he and Maka reached their friends. "He's having another meltdown about his hair," Liz sighed. "Hehe, Kiddo's having a meltdown~," Patty sang while clapping her hands. "Come on Kid, it's not that bad," Liz attempted. "No! No! I'm worthless garbage! I'm a sad excuse of a shinigami!" Kid fussed as Soul groaned. "Hey, Kid. What's wrong?" Maka crouched down in front of him. "My hair is asymmetrical garbage, I shouldn't exist!" Kid responded loudly. "I don't think so," Maka said positively, "It looks nice!" "B-But it's asymmetrical!" He whined. Maka then hit him with the dictionary she used on Soul earlier, but much gentler. He looked up at her with wide eyes clearly shocked that she hit him.

"M-Maka," Soul stuttered surprised that she actually hit him. They both had similar interests and Kid didn't do anything to get Maka-chopped, so it was the first time. "Kid, Liz likes your hair, Patty likes your hair, Soul likes your hair, I like your hair," she said with finality, "Okay? I don't care if it's symmetrical or not." After he registered what she said, he blushed a bit. "You like my hair?" Kid asked forgetting about it's' symmetry for the moment. Soul clenched his teeth as he verbalized, "So uncool." "Uh, yeah," Maka said uncomfortably while subconsciously scratching her face. Embarrassed, Kid struggled to regain his composure as he stood up. "Sorry about that," he apologized. "It's okay." Maka answered while smiling. She then took a step toward the school as Kid unexpectedly spoke, "Wait, Maka." She turned around and looked at him with interest. "Here," he handed her a pocket-sized mirror. She looked at it obviously puzzled. Kid then said, "You can call me with this easily. It's the same as Chichiue's number, but on this mirror it'll come to me." He smiled contentedly to her. "Thanks!" Maka showed her gratitude as Soul pulled her towards the school, "See ya later," he said; acting cool. "We'll be in soon!" Liz assured.

Class started with no sign of Black*Star, Tsubaki, the Thompson sisters, or Kid. "Where do you think they went?" Maka asked her partner. "I don't know. Maybe skipping?" Soul replied. "Tsubaki? Skipping? I don't—"Maka began as a blade went past her and Soul's heads. "No talking in class, I won't miss next time," Stein smirked while continuing, "As most of you have noticed, Black*Star, Tsubaki, Kid, and the Thompson sisters aren't present." The rest of the students looked at him expectantly after he suddenly stopped. "They went on a mission to investigate the Kishin!" Stein said happily. "Why weren't Soul and I assigned to the mission?" Maka asked angrily. "You'd have to ask Shinigami-sama about it. He was the one that assigned it," Stein responded before carrying on, "Dissection time!" Stein cheerfully took out an endangered type of dog and put it on his desk. Everyone verbally groaned and complained.

After class, Maka pulled Soul along. "Where are we going?" he asked, confused. "To see Shinigami-sama! I want to know why we weren't assigned to that mission," she answered, visibly irritated. After walking through the pillars and into his room, Shinigami-sama said loudly, "What's Up~?" "Why weren't Soul and I assigned to the mission you let Kid and Black*Star go on, Shinigami-sama?" Maka asked, getting right to the point. "That mission is very dangerous, Maka-chan. Someone requested that you stayed here," Shinigami-sama said seriously. "But we've been on a lot of dangerous missions!" Maka fumed. "I'm sorry; Maka-chan, but I can't disregard his concern." Shinigami-sama explained. Maka was about to further the argument, but Soul grabbed her arm and said, "Let's go, Maka. Thanks." Soul dragged Maka out of the room after nodding to Shinigami-sama.

"Maka, that wasn't cool," Soul said calmly. "I know, Soul," she responded, still upset. They were walking toward their apartment. "We can't get them all, you know." Soul attempted to cheer her up. "Who was it that didn't want us to go, anyway?" Maka asked her partner. "I don't know. You could call that shinigami, he might know. He is Shinigami-sama's son," he reasoned. "You're right Soul. I'll try that!" Maka said happily. "Of course I am," he answered arrogantly.

Once home, Maka went to her room and took out the mirror. After saying the chant; Maka's reflection started disappearing. It was replaced with a black-haired boy with three white stripes in his hair; Kid. It was night-time wherever he was, obviously since the moon was clearly visible, and it was possible to see a barren rocky background. "Hi, Maka," he smiled unexpectedly joyfully. "Hey, Kid. How's the mission going?" she asked. He sweat-dropped before responding uneasily, "It's going alright." "Do you know who asked Shinigami-sama to let me stay at the DWMA?" Maka asked directly. Damn it, I can't lie to her, Kid thought. "Yeah, I do," he uttered anxiously. "Who?" Maka asked, prying. "It was…me," he whispered quietly. "What? Why would you do that?" she inquired, evidently hurt. "Chichiue told me it was going to be dangerous, and I didn't want you to get hurt—"Kid rushed; not wanting to give her the wrong impression. "You don't trust me then…" "No! No, Maka, listen to—"Suddenly, she wasn't in the mirror anymore, saddening him greatly. She had hung up on him, and he wasn't sure if he could change her mind.