An Escape. (A Soul Eater fanfic)

Readin' it for the Plot.

Chapter Nine: Readin' it for the Plot

Bonus: Spot the Pokémon in this chapter!

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Kidd awoke to a steaming plate of pancakes on his bedside table.

He sat up, groggily rubbed his eyes, and squinted to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

"Oh, you're awake." Maka entered the room, dressed and ready as if she'd been up for hours.

She had.

"What time is it?" He mumbled, glancing around for his alarm clock.

"Well, we're late for school."

"Shit...it's Monday, isn't it...?"

"Now who needs to watch their language?" Maka raised an eyebrow and neatly placed herself at the foot of his bed, her legs dangling off of the edge.

Kidd sighed. "How late are we?"

"Well, if you get up now we might be able to get there before fifth period."

His eyes widened and he leapt out of bed, searching for his clock. Upon finding it, he nearly shrieked. "It's after noon! Why didn't you wake me?!"

"You were up late last night," she protested. "You need your sleep if you want to function properly."

"I guess you're right." He sighed, and an awkward silence arose. "Um...can I get ready now?"

She pinked and immediately backed out of his room, closing the door behind her. Her footsteps traveled downstairs and he heard dishes clanking in what he assumed was the kitchen.

A few minutes later Kidd descended down the staircase in his usual attire; he donned a standard business suit with white rectangles arranged in a symmetrical fashion (were they buttons?).

They quickly left the house, and Kidd almost broke the speed limit on the way to school.

"Sorry we're late," Kidd announced as they entered the room, with all eyes fixating upon them.

"Take your seats," Professor Stein droned, spinning back around to face the blackboard. "Now, if you'll pay attention, you'll see that the fibers in the..."

"You seem to be in a good mood," Kidd noted, eyeing Maka as she hummed to herself while doing her homework.

"Tsubaki and I are going to see a movie later today," she chirped, hastily scribbling her name at the top of her paper.

"Are you, now?" He raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"Yep. It's that new one that came out a couple days ago. I don't really know what it's about, but Tsubaki said I would like it."

"Blind movies? Haven't heard that one."

"It's not like I don't know which one we're going to. I could easily look it up. I enjoy the element of surprise."

"Do you...?" he murmured, erasing and rewriting the 'K' in his name.

"You're going to be here all day if you continue to be a perfectionist," Maka scolded, shutting her textbook and lightly tapping his head with it. "Maka chop," she whispered.

"Maka chop?" He looked confused for a moment before beginning to laugh, and he only stopped when the librarian gave him a harsh glare. "Is that what you've decided to name your book assaults?"

Flustered, she stammered a defense. "They're hardly assaults. They're well-needed discipline."

"Well-needed discipline? You chucked a book at my face because you didn't believe me when I told you not to drink orange juice after brushing your teeth!"