Soul eater: the return of mad max

Chap5:Big star, big party

Hey guys. I'm not really gonna right that much of an introduction right now. I'm putting a limit of 25 words and frankly I have to.

Ran out. Let's get started!

I open my eyes and see,,,,,, a ceiling. What? I look around and realize I'm not in a nightmare. In fact, I haven't had one in about a couple of weeks. Not since I've eaten Jack's soul. Could it be that devoured kishin souls cure mad dreams? That's one I'm gonna have to ask death on that one. Blair wakes up as well, holding my arm and looking at me, concern in her eyes. "Hey, you okay? What's the matter? Did you have another nightmare?" I look at her, then shake my head. "No. In fact I haven't had a nightmare since Jack." She seems confused, but then dismisses it and gives me a kiss. She pulls back and says. "Well, like we said, one thing at a time. Next, your taste in clothes." I sit up straiter, confused. "What about my clothes? You prefer them off anyway." She grins and tugs at her robes. "Exactly." Not again.

After another stressful morning (thanks for the bruise Maka)

"So, when are we gonna go to Blackstar's party?" Maka thinks a bit and says. "Sometime this afternoon. The real party starts at sundown." Oh, right. Cause the stars will be out. Seemed fitting. I put the ice back on my head and winch from the pain. Why. Do you. Have to. Hit my. Head. Every. TIME!?!? Emile walks in, wearing his regular t-shirt. "Sup big guy. Hey, whatcha gonna wear for the party?" He simply gestures to his clothes, sits down, and turns on the tele. "Um, no sir you are not just wearing THAT. Neither are you Max." "Excuse me, but you aren't my mother. And if you were, I wouldn't remember anyway." At this she gets a tick mark and raises her dictionary. "Want to be symmetrical so kid doesn't freak?" "No thank you. I just love being asymmetrical. Just to spite him of course." She grimaces, then continues making breakfast. Soul walks in, wearing a blue under armor shirt with blue jeans. "Hey Max. Morning Emile. So Maka, what's cooking?" He walks up to her a puts a hand on her waist while kissing her on the cheek. "Don't you try and distract me. I see you eyeballing tat bacon. Be patient." She giggles and shoves him off, but as she turns around, he grabs a slice. I'm surprised that his past didn't involve theft. That guys good. Or maybe Maka let him. I dismiss it and check the morning paper while sipping my homemade coffee.

Then suddenly the doorbell rings. We all stare at the door. It rings again. "Unh, I'll get it." I stand up and reach for the handle. In that instant the handle glows red, and when I touch it. "OOOWWWW!!! That flipping hurt!!" I clutch my burnt hand, trying to not hurt it more. I turn both my hands to hooks, and open the door that way. I look in the hallway and don't see anything. I then smell burning near my head and I turn around to see the doorbell. Burnt to a crisp, with a thumb print made of ash on it. I close the door carefully, looking at everyone as they stand up. "Someone just blowtorched the handle and doorbell. With their freaking finger." They stare at me, utterly confused. We all jump when Maka's phone goes off. She pulls it out at puts it to her ear. "Hello? Yea. No, we just had a little problem with a visitor. No, no ones hurt. Except Max. It's just a minor burn. Yes, we'll be there. No we won't be late. Ok. Bye." She puts it up and looks at us. "That was Tsubaki. She says we need to get down there and help them with the decorations. Let's go." I grab my helmet and put it on, then fold it back into the base of my neck so it'll be ready. You never know. And as we walk out the door, I see foot prints burnt into the carpet. And when they go out the main door, they disappear.

At Blackstar's house

"Yahoo! Who's ready to decorate the best party of all time!!!????!? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" We all sweat drop, and then Emile slaps him upside the head, making him face plant. He grunts as I translate while Blackstar gets up, glaring at Emile. "He says when do we start decorating?" Tsubaki gives each of us a sheet of paper that has a list of thing a to do. "Ok, Max you get the lights since your the only one who can get that high that fast. Soul and Maka, you guys will make the food. Emile and Blackstar will get the tables, considering they are the strongest. And me, Kid, Liz and Patty will set up the stage, silverware, and other basic necessities. Ok?" We all make a funny little salute and simultaneously yell. "Aye, sir!"