Hi! My whole time here on Fanfiction I've only ever written Maximum Ride stories. I guess now's the time to change that, huh?

So... info about the story. :3

Takes place after the battle of the Kishin, aka the 51st episode of the anime Soul Eater (I read the manga too, though). It'll only be in fragments for this or the next chapter, don't worry. I wouldn't want to bore you TOO much. Lol. And... it's rated T because I'm paranoid? But there are sure to be cusses (not too many, I promise xD), and some fluffy moments. SoMa, definitely.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own the great epicness that is referred to as "Soul Eater." But someday it shall be mine.

Lord Death hummed merrily to himself and sipped his coffee. It had been a few days or so since Maka and the team had victoriously defeated the Kishin; and he had healed quite quickly.

Spirit Albarn sat cross-legged across from the Shinigami, and the handsome man seemed to be lost in his own thoughts - about Maka, Death presumed. His Death Scythe seemed to be bringing up the topic of bloomers a lot recently...

Footsteps echoed as two presences grew closer. "Ah, Azusa and Marie are here! Splendid!" Lord Death clapped his hands together, and he and Spirit watched as, sure enough, the two females entered the dim room. Well, Azusa was the one who entered. Marie was hanging onto Azusa's jacket as the younger lady pulled her along.

"Yo, yo, yo!" Death greeted enthusiastically. "Wassup, wassup, wassup?"

"How did it go?" Spirit questioned, sitting up straight.

Azusa shrugged Marie off. "It was fi -"

"- It was sooooo sad and heartwrenching!" wailed Marie, waving her arms as tears trailed down her face and dripped off her chin. She sniffled. "I can't believe Rachel finally got to reunite with her mother and father..."

"Yes, splendid!" Lord Death repeated. "Very splendid indeed, and I'm glad we got rid of Medusa."

"Hmm..." Marie slowly calmed down, and a look of curiosity overwhelmed her face in replacement. "How are the kids doing?"

"They're recovering from their injuries," the Shinigami replied casually as he took another sip of coffee.

oOo

Of course, the "kids" weren't really resting; or at least the kind of resting Lord Death had in mind.

"Maka, pass!"

"What? What do I pass?"

"The ball, you idiot! You're the captain!"

"I never wanted to be the capt - hey, Black Star! Why'd you steal the ball?"

"Go for it, Black Star!"

"YES! NO ONE SHOULD BE SURPRISED FROM THE GLORIOUS SUCCESS THAT YOUR GOD HAS MADE!"

"Shut up, you self-centered, arrogant -"

"Aww, is Miss Flat Chest (A/N: Maka isn't flat-chested at all in my opinion. She's pretty normal. It's just that all the other anime girls have way oversized breasts... *frowns*) upset? I'm sowee."

"MAKA CHOP!"

"Ow!"

"Get the ball, Soul! While they're distracted!"

"On it!"

"Pass it over here!"

"...and... SCORE!"

"Yes! We have eight points! Perfectly symmetrical."

...as you could guess; Maka, Soul, Black Star, Tsubaki, Liz, Patty, and Kid were playing basketball.

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"Let's go home," Liz yawned sleepily. "It's getting late, and I'm tired."

"I know!" Patty chirped, jumping up and down. "Let's have a sleepover at Soul and Maka's place!"

"That would be lovely!" commented Tsubaki as she trudged along the road, then blushed and glanced at Maka for permission. "I mean, if Maka and Soul approve..."

"Of course we do!"

"EH?"

"Come on, man. It'll be fun, and especially with my godly presence around!" Black Star winked as he kicked a spare can of pop that littered the street.

Kid straightened his jacket and followed. "Guys..."

"Yeah, Kid?" Maka looked behind herself. "Is something wrong?"

Kid shook his head. "No, but thank you for asking. It's just that... Father wants to throw a party."

"A party?" Liz asked incredulously. "Why would we have a... HOLY CRAP WE'RE HAVING A PARTY!" She pumped her fist, and, judging from the clouded look in her eyes, started to immediately begin planning what she would wear.

Maka frowned. "B-but some of us aren't completely healed from that incident with the kishin..." A hardened look appeared in her eyes. "That ass..."

Soul snickered, pushing her forward affectionately. "Looks like Maka got a bit of vocabulary in the past few days. Not impressive, but it's something."

"MAKA CHOP!"

"What the hell?"

"MAKA DON'T HURT SOUL, HE'S YOUR WEAPON AND YOU SHOULD TREAT HIM BETT -"

"Black Star."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Shh."

"A'ight, Tsubaki."

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"Ooh, ooh! Liz can sleep over... here, by me and Maka and Tsubaki and Soul and Kiddo and Black Star can sleep over here and we can watch movies and stuff, and... do you guys have any popcorn?"

"Yep!" Maka beamed and ran to the kitchen.

"Nooo," Soul groaned, stuffing his face in a pillow. "We don't."

"Awww..." Liz puckered her lips like a fish. "Does little Soulie not wanna share?"

"Shut up."

Pop! Pop! Pop!

"I wanna go see the popcorn pop!" exclaimed Patty, and she followed the trail of the sweet aroma until she arrived in the kitchen.

Kid gasped. "Popcorn is so unsymmetrical! They pop at random! They fly everywhere in the oven... It's a disgrace!"

Suddenly, he frowned.

"I'm a disgrace! I have three white stripes on my head, and they don't run all the way across! I'M A DISGRACE! I don't... deserve to... live..." He sniffled.

"Aw, it's okay, Kid." Liz awkwardly patted him on the shoulder, and Tsubaki giggled softly.

"Popcorn's ready!" Maka called.

"YESSS! ALL THE POPCORN SHALL BE FOR ME, THE GOD OF ALL YOU PEASANT PEOPLE! SUCK IT!"

"I'd rather not, Black Star," Soul sighed, smirking and running a hand through his silvery-white hair. "That would be quite revolting."

To be continued...

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