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Chapter 2 (story is still not mine.....)




Kid let out a very undignified shriek, it would have been considered normal – had it not been about 5 pitches higher and in a female voice. Black-Star attempted to chortle evilly – as per usual – but, much to his horror, it came out as a girlish fit of giggles.

“What on earth are we going to do!” cried the poor ‘boy’ in misery, dragging the unconscious Soul behind him, cursing his suddenly pathetically weak muscles to the second fieriest pit of hell that was available. The first was reserved for that freaking witch.

“I don’t know…”

“Oh there’s a shocker!”

“We have to go find the girls…” Black Star grumbled, not at all happy with the even prissier than usual Kid.

“Are you insane?! Actually…don’t answer that. Did you not hear what the witch said? We tell anyone and we’re stuck. Stuck! Like this! Forever,” Kid hissed the last part dramatically, extra emphasis added by the unnecessary hair flip as he/she/it stormed ahead.

Black Star pulled a face behind his back before begrudgingly slouching after him…her…he was going to need a set of score cards for this one, this could get confusing.

“What are we going to do?!” Kid practically sobbed, either not noticing or not caring that he had managed to drag Soul through about every single puddle and/or obstacle in his path.

“Well I don’t know…I kinda like it…”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that and go back to my misery…”

There was an uncomfortable silence as they continued marching down the street, no real idea of where they were going but away seemed like a fabulous idea. The only sound to break the stillness was the occasional thump as Soul’s head made contact with a rock.

A couple of men were sat just outside a bar, watching the miserable group of teens make their way down the road – one of them wolf whistled. Black Star halted mid-stride, spinning on his heel to glare at the gang, a furious look on his features.

“Gay lords!” (AN: not me…black star!) The enraged assassin bellowed, Kid slapped him round the back of the head.

“Moron! You’re a girl! Remember?!”

“Oh yeah…” he mumbled, looking down at his slightly curvier body with an expression of dim realisation. It was hard to see anything in the dark, seriously, would it kill someone to put a street lamp on or something?

Kid wasn’t sure what exactly happened, all he knew was one minute the drunken idiots were over there, by the bar, and the next – he was surrounded by them, lucky Soul slumbered on…blissfully unaware.

“Heya cuties…” the biggest, ugliest and therefore most likely candidate for being in charge, cooed, Kid gagged slightly and Black Star had a look of pure shock and amusement on his face.

“Oi Kid…” he muttered “are they hitting on you?” Kid’s jaw was to loose to allow him to respond, he was used to girls making advances on him…but big burly men who looked very capable of snapping him in half?

Not so much…

Ok so there was that one…two…seventeen times in San Francisco but that was a long time ago and Kid had no idea a man could bend that way…

“How you doin’?” the man went on, Kid’s brain appeared to be in a comatose state, whether from shock or the sudden resurfaced nightmare – it was hard to tell, “you ladies looking for a good time?”

Kill me now. Kill me now. Kill me now. Kill me now. Was the singular mantra going through the young shinigami’s mind, Black Star finally grew slightly tired of being ignored.

“Hey! I’m here to, you know!? The great Black-” Kid elbowed him in the ribs, then punched him because he was feeling extra kind.

“No! No you aren’t!” he gestured to the female body once more, that had been a close call – if one more word had slipped out of the tanned boys mouth it would have been ‘bye bye’ masculinity for that poor meister.

Sadly the drunken men clearly had the same attention span as Black Star, Kid found himself being hoisted into the air by his wrist, Soul plopping to the floor with a satisfying ‘thump’.

“Put me down!” he shrieked, Black Star was busy deciding whether or not to laugh or help…

He went for laughing.

“You look ridiculous!”

“Says Miss Frizzy head!” the group of men looked confused…weren’t they supposed to be screaming and beating them with handbags at this point in time?

“Frizzy head!?”

“Yeah! You heard me! Frizzy. Head.”

“Why I oughta’! Oi buddy! Put her down and I’ll beat her up for you!”

“You wouldn’t be able to touch me!” Kid wriggled in the mans grasp, trying to make a swipe for the out of reach assassin, he was right though, clearly Black Star’s new hair wasn’t to good with moisture…it was a humid night and his hair very much resembled steel wool…

The fact that it was blue did not help matters.

Kid, fed up of being suspended in mid-air, sent a well aimed right hook at the chubby mans head, only to end up screaming at the top of his lungs once more.

“Ow! Oh my god that hurt! I think I broke my damn hand! For the love of Shinigami that smarted! What’s up with that!?” Black Star snorted, stupid boy didn’t know how to swear…

“I’ll show you how it’s done!” Black Star took up a stance, preparing to take out all the burly men at once, only to trip head first on his first move – his new body not at all able to keep up with that kind of speed, the assassin ended up several metres away in a puddle…swearing his frizzy head off.

“…my hero…” Kid drawled.

The men smirked…

“I have herpes?”

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Slice of Reality
By: Pippin’s Socks
2. Hit me baby!?

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“I can’t believe you…”

“Oh shut up.”

“I mean…really?”

“Did you want to get raped?”

“It’s not my fault this body is so pathetically weak compared to my god like one!”

“Uh…yes it is!”

“Guys-”

“Maybe if someone wasn’t such a god damn heavy weapon!”

“Are you calling me FAT!?”

“Ahem, if I may-”

“If the plus size fits!”

“Oh that’s it! Bring it frizzy head!”

“DON’T MAKE ME TURN THIS SKATEBOARD AROUND!” both bo-girls instantly shut up, opting not to piss of the slightly homicidal death god who was currently the only thing keeping them from falling several hundreds of metres to face an untimely death as a pancake.

“This is so…awkward…”

“Just keep your hands to yourself, idiot, and we won’t be having any problems,” Kid grumbled in response.

Now.

In case you haven’t already realized. Beelzebub is…small and the people on it…

Not so much.

So in order to make their grand escape certain arrangements had to be made, obviously Kid was driving but that only left a tiny space left for one other person.

“If we sold the rights…we’d make millions with this story…” Soul grumbled, still human due to the fact that Kid couldn’t carry a scythe due to a terrible fate known as ‘crazy, lunatic disease’ (CLD for short) and Black Star just…well just couldn’t pick him up.

So, Kid was left holding the very unamused Soul bridal style in his arms – who was a bizarrely short as a girl, with Black Star clutching for dear life round the shinigami’s waist.

I repeat.

Awkward.

“Black Star…hands.”

“Tehehe…?”

Soul coughed to break the silence, trying to look anywhere but his friends, even in the dark he could tell things would get worse (if that was at all possible…which it was) when the lights went on.

“Hey erm…Kid?”

“Yes Soul?”

“…not wanting to make waves but erm…where are we going?”

“We?” The death god hissed, an almost feral look in his strangely wide eyes, “we my a**, I’m going to an emergency, not to mention perfectly symmetrical, apartment of mine…you guys are not ruining it.”

Black Star and Soul narrowed their eyes simultaneously, Kid screams lit up the night sky…

Apparently Kid did know how to cuss.

Like a sailor.

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“GUYS! You’re ruining it!”

Black Star leaped onto the first item he could, attempting to gain a higher stance above the ‘lower’ mortals, the perfectly arranged cushions of the couch littering the floor. Soul slouched off to the kitchen, muttering something about stir fry and a nuclear reactor.

Kid’s eye twitched, a light went on, Black Star’s face paled considerably past what should be deemed healthy, a jug smashed in the kitchen and Kid merely screamed once more, blood exploding from his mouth before slumping sideways.

“…Soul…?” the assassin whispered, something that could have actually been construed as fear in his tone, “…Kid…Kid is…” the scythe was still unresponsive but Black Star garbled out his words none-the-less, “******** hot!”

“WHAT?”

“Dude his rack is awesome! Better than Tsubaki’s!” Black Star suddenly paused mid-proclamation and did something that made Soul have nightmares for the rest of his life, grabbed the scythes chest.

“BLACK STAR!” roared the weapon, feeling completely violated and slapping the other boy…girl round the face with the wok he was wielding.

“You’re not half bad either Soul!”

“Really well I always thought I was- NO! No! You pervert!” Black Star rolled his eyes and mumbled something that might have been ‘hypocrite’ under his breath, “I do not want to have to deal with this to! So uncool…” the poor boy trailed off, sighing in defeat and smacking the pan off his friends face once more for good measure.

“I’m going to go drown myself in the toilet, don’t molest my dead body…” he deadpanned; heading toward what he assumed was the bathroom, tilting his head with a sudden after thought, “or Kids…”

“Kill joy.”

“Pervert.”

“Nngh…” Kid groaned, heaving him-herself upright and blinking the haze out of his vision, “I had such a horrible nightmare…I dreamt that…” he took one look at the petite, pixie faced, Lolita girl clad in Soul’s clothes and the tomboyish, blue haired idiot currently massaging his head, he felt hair that was far to long to be his brush against his middle back before attempting to slam his head off the sharpest remains of his broken lamp.

“Welcome back Kid!” Black Star chirped, Soul slapped a hand against his forehead in despair, heading into the bathroom to strangle himself with a shower curtain.

Kid leapt to his feet, dashing past both other boys to get a look in the floor length mirror, a small whimper escaped his lips as ******** hot’ girl stared back at him, even under his ridiculous suit it was obvious exactly how developed ‘she’ was, this was most likely down to the fact he received the brunt of the witches spell.

The other two crowded in behind him, Black Star elbowing the shell shocked Kid out the way so he could get a better view of himself, Soul internally thanking the high heavens he had a bigger chest than Maka…he then promptly began beating himself for the sheer surreal train of thought he was currently riding.

“Argh…” Black Star grumbled, “These trousers so don’t complement my hips.”

It was then all the boys knew they were in deep trouble.

>=D heres the next chapter!




“We need names,” Soul stopped eyeing up the razor blades and Black Star peeked his head back up from under his shirt.

“We have names…” the assassin mumbled staring at Kid as if seeing him for the first time, which, technically he had what with his sudden voluptuous nature.

“No you moron! I can’t go around calling you Black Star when you’re stuck like this can I?!” Soul realized the point, Black Star still looked blank, “for god’s sake my eyes are up here!”

“What were you saying?”

“Shall I do the honours?” Kid, who was seething with fury by this point, simply nodded, Soul smacked the egotistical maniac round the back of the head – he’d be stunned if he escaped all this with any brain cells.

If he even had any to begin with…?

“So…what’s the plan?”

“I’m Amaterasu Amaya Hitomi Kimiko Miyuki Rika Hoshi!” Kid and Soul gave the other girl a very blank stare, “God works to.”

“We’re calling you Siche,” Kid spat, not evening looking at the source of his woe.

“But that means seven!”

“Yes, a number that I loathe…how fitting…Soul put the bread knife down please,” the scythe scowled at being caught in the act of homicide and sulkily returned to his seat on the floor, Kid wouldn’t let them near the couch.

Brushing a stray hair from his very loose trousers he scowled at the grumbling ‘Siche’ and still nameless Soul.

“Can I just be Sora or something?” Why on earth the weapon was asking for permission Kid never found out – maybe it was something to do with the sheer inbred terror the poor boy had of raging females.

“I’ll be Kyou, its easy enough for even you to remember Siche.”

Star growled something entirely unsuitable for a lady before sulkily picking holes in the carpet; Soul flipped his hair of his shoulder, blinked in awe and then repeated the action.

“What on earth are you doing?” Kid mumbled staring as the scythe did a very good impression of an electric ceiling fan.

“Have you tried this!? It’s amazing!” Kid made a facial expression that conveyed so many levels of disturbed and Black Star returned to his sulking, “Seriously guys! Flip your hair! It feels so empowering!” Kid slapped a hand to his forehead, then slapped Soul…and Black Star just for good measure.

“Get a grip man-woman, whatever! Clearly the longer we stay like this the more feminine we become…”

“You have no evidence!”

“You’re sitting with your legs crossed,” Soul looked horrified and Black Star snickered, “now! Shall we get this mess sorted then?!” Kid jumped to his feet, his trousers slipping off his far to slim waist, Siche gaped, a mix of shock and ecstasy on his face and Soul just keeled over sideways.

“Clothes…” the poor scythe muttered, “we need clothes…”

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Slice of Reality
By: Pippin’s Sock’s
Princess Star

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“I’m worried,” Kid mumbled for the umpteenth time that hour, Soul rolled his eyes, pretending he wasn’t feeling exactly the same.

“We don’t have any choice, you’re to easily recognised even being female and in this body I’m just asking for assault…” this didn’t sooth Kid in the slightest, if anything it only made him want to dash out the door all the more.

Why! Why did they think letting Black Star buy them clothing was a sane idea?!

It was the stupidest thing they’d done in all their years of existence, and Soul had once thrown his brother’s violin in a lake…

With Wes holding onto it.

“Maybe…maybe we should check up on him…” Kid mumbled, Soul jumped slightly, not used to the lighter, higher tones of the former boy’s voice.

“He’s fine.”

“He could be out there…spending my money on…” he gulped, not even daring to finish the sentence; they continued to sit in silence, staring at the front door in deep tension.

“Perhaps a quick check up…”

Both boys were out the door in seconds.

Black Star giggled madly as he strolled down the street, fondling Kid’s wallet like it was the Holy Grail.

Oh, oh how he’d been waiting for this day!

He had those idiots at his mercy, he’d even stayed purposely quiet just to lull them into a false sense of security and now, here he was with the monster of all credit cards and two very evil, very stuck up, most definitely female friends.

“Where was that lingerie shop again?” he mumbled, spotting a slightly familiar flash of neon pink at the end of the street, his grin turned animal as he marched purposely towards it, babies burst into tears at the sight of his terrifying expression.

Perverted?

Oh, he’d show them perverted…

“Excuse me?” He/She jerked in surprise, staring at a rather unimpressed Kim, who poked him rather suddenly in the chest, “you can’t go about wearing something like that in public!” he frowned, what was wrong with his outfit?! Sure the top was now a little tight and his trousers were hung low on his hips but what?!

Before he could even respond Kim had grabbed her hand and dragged him in the direction of a rather pink looking clothes shop.

“What’s your name by the way?”

“Well everyone calls me Amaterasu Amaya Hitomi-” Kim had no idea what she’d just dragged herself into.


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“Hey, I’ve just thought of something…” Soul muttered as they both strolled down the street, desperately trying to not attract any attention in their panicked and weaker state.

“What’s that?”

“No. Fangirls.” Kid blinked and then the happiest expression Soul had ever seen him wear made its way across his features, he looked as though someone had just announced plans to join the continents back together.

However there was one colossally fatal flaw in their celebrations, the only thing worse than a fangirl…

“Why hello ladies…”

Was a fanboy.

“Oh shi-”


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“So how old are those friends of yours?” Kim mumbled as Black Star examined a piece of fabric so small even the people working in the shop turned a violent red and pretended he didn’t exist.

“Oh they aren’t friends, more like…subjects. Yeah. Subjects.”

“Subjects? Are you a princess or something?” Black Star grinned.

“Exactly!” Kim smiled weakly at being right but was however still disturbed at the amount of miniskirts the girl was carrying. Also, her hair was blue.

“Well…why are you buying them clothes?”

“They…lost them?” Kim frowned giving him a rather sceptical glance, Black Star just gawked at her hair, it was pink…what a freak.

“How?”

“…they…they’re also part time strippers?” Kim flushed slightly and made a mental note that royalty was terrifying. Terrifying indeed.

“…so they need edible thongs then?” Kim mumbled staring at the ever mounting pile of items even Blair would call skimpy.

“Oh yeah,” Black Star replied merrily, then the miniscule amount of self preservation in his brain died and he went all out with this wonderful yarn he was spinning, “in fact, they are both doing this to impress me!”

“Really?!”

“Oh yeah…” he went on sadly, turning around so Kim couldn’t see his look of hysteria, “it’s a curse I tell you, between you and me I don’t really blame them – I’ve had thousands of people flock to me with declarations of love.”

“They love you?” Kim, shockingly enough, found this rather hard to believe but wisely kept her mouth shut.

“Yeah…in fact I once had to pry them both off me,” this was partially true however both of them were boys back then and he had to throw them off to stop them both strangling him.

“So…why are you encouraging them with…are those handcuffs?!”

“…how’d those get in there!?” several people in the shop simultaneously groaned in disbelief, Black Star AKA Amaterasu laughed shrilly and mournfully threw them out the shopping cart from hell.

“So far you’ve only bought mini-skirts, underwear and…contact lenses? Are you planning on buying any clothes?”

“Well I did see this really great bunny suit on display a few stores back…”


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“We’re dead! We’re DEAD!”

“Not if you move fast enough!” Soul shrieked, all but booting the unsuspecting death god(dess) up the next few branches, narrowly avoiding flying clean out the top.

“What do we do Soul?!” Kid whined grabbing onto the tree trunk like his life depended on…which it actually did…

“Maybe if we sit still they won’t see us?” the weapon mumbled, pressing his back flat against Kid’s and hoping against all hope none of the crazed mob had brought an axe…

“It’s too late for that now! These people can smell victim! You look like an escapee from a wayward home for the naïve rape victims and my chest is bigger than you!”

“…I never thought you would ever say that to me Kid…” the other glowered at him, not finding any humour in the situation what so ever, “Look on the bri-”

“Ssh!” Kid hissed suddenly, a look of complete concentration on his features, “do you hear something…?” Both of them strained to listen, the silence at the base of the tree was extremely unnerving.

“It sounds…like a blender?” Soul muttered, a confused look dawning on his Lolita features.

“No. That’s no blender…” Kid sobbed, “that…is a chainsaw!”

The tree promptly tipped sideways and Soul internally wondered who on earth carried one of those things around with them…

Then realized he was about to find out…

Both girls immediately scrambled to their feet, giving the drooling pack of men a terrified look. Soul quickly yanked on the sleeve of Kid’s jacket, not used to having to look up to talk to the other and not enjoying it in the slightest.

“Use me Ki-Kyou!”

“I-I can’t!” Soul growled and muttered a string of profanities under his breath, he would have actually loved to see Maka right about now…despite his current (not to mention humiliating form).

“Well…what are we going to do?!”

“Use your womanly wiles!” Kid hissed and Soul looked as if he’d just swallowed a melon…twice.

“My what?!”

“It’s what Liz says to Patti whenever I-men corner them like this!”

“Why don’t you do it Mr. Death’s next to model!” the pack of salivating wolves halted in their assault, they could sense a cat-fight on the horizon…

“Because I don’t have the face of an angel!” both boys looked at each other, there was a collective ‘aw’ from the by standing freaks.

“…did you really just say that to me?”

“If you value your life I didn’t,” something in the others dark tone made Soul suddenly develop amnesia. “Now hurry up and do something adorable!” and with that Soul found himself being used as a human meat-shield…again.

“I-erm…nyu?” There was a prompt explosion of hysterical blubbering from the crowd and Soul wondered if this was the reason Blair seemed to never run out of money…

A sudden grip on his harm jolted him out of his musing and Soul found himself being dragged backwards over a row of hedges and into a busy market place, Kid patted him on the head once they hid underneath a fruit cart.

“Good boy…” he mumbled under his breath, Soul felt extremely sorry for his weapons at this point in time…


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“So then I told them both it just wouldn’t work between us and I really didn’t bend that way and they undid the handcuffs and let me go,” Black Star recounted to the steadily growing mass of shoppers, Kim looked ill and several other people began taking down notes.

“Wow…erm…your servant’s sound erm…” Kim found herself speechless and actually wishing the stalker idiot friend of hers would show up right about now, anything to get her out of this insanity…

“It’s a curse being this godlike you know,” the girl went on, pushing her mountain of purchases down the street.

“I wouldn’t know.”

“No, no one does actually…” then an idea sparked in the assassins mind, “except for that Black Star huh? What a catch he is!” Kim looked ill.

“Are you sure you mean Black Star?”

“Well of course! He is by far the most attractive, sexy and godlike male in all of…everything!”

“Soul’s better,” Kim replied airily and was it her or did that fruit cart just hiss ‘hell yeah!’?

“What?! No he’s not…he’s erm…gay!” And now it was snorting…Kim wasn’t really sure if mangos were created to do that sort of thing…

“With who?”

“…erm…” Quick! Black Star’s brain screamed at him, think of a male! “Ox…yeah…Ox…” Kim’s jaw dropped open, “and…Justin! Yeah…at the same time!” If Kim had looked ill previously she looked positively catatonic now.

The fruit cart had become deathly silent except for the occasional chocked laugh; she swore the pineapple was muttering death threats…

“Shall we keep awah!” Amaterasu disappeared from her line of sight, Kim blinked just in time to see the cart and shopping trolley (blue haired girl being dragged behind) twisting round a corner.

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“GAY?!”

“Calm down Soul, it’s not that bad.”

“How?!”

“Erm…girls think it’s hot?” Kid offered helpfully both other girl glowered at him, they were hidden craftily in the remains of the tree, fruit cart and trolley and were so not attracting any attention.

No really.

“Not if it’s Ox Ford and Justin freaking Law!” Soul ground out, Black Star sniggered around the choke hold and Kid grimaced like Excalibur had just walked into the erm…area.

“Also…how on earth did you think I’d fit into this?” Kid muttered, holding up what had to be a skirt made out of the same amount of material as a pencil case. Black Star drooled at the mental imagery of the hot girl (who regrettably had to have Kid’s brain) in the sort of attire a Square Enix character would deem acceptable.

“That’s not important! Kim’s going to confront Ox who will then tell Maka that I am gay for not only him but the religious nut who worships your dad!” Kid was still poking through the various items Black Star had purchased with growing horror and did not hear the insult, Black Star continued sniggering.

“Well-” Black Star began but was cut off as the top of their secret hide out was abruptly ripped open by a very confused looking Spirit, whose grin turned rather predator when he spotted the three girls holding lingerie beneath him.

“Are you girls lost?”

“Spirit-sempai!” Kid chirped automatically jumping to his feet, forgetting the candy underwear he currently had clutched in his hands.

“That’s me! Nice underwear by the way,” he commented offhandedly, Kid flushed tomato red and flung the garment at Soul who shrieked and threw it at Black Star.

“So are you new in town?”

“Yeah, I’m Amaterasu and these are my loyal subjects, Sora and Kyou! I’m a princess don’t you know!?” Kid face-palmed spectacularly.

“She was dropped on her head as a baby…” Soul muttered, trying to stuff a bra down the other boy’s throat.

“Hey! I’ve got an idea! Why don’t you guys come meet my daughter and her friends…I’m sure you’d all get along great!” all 3 boys froze in horror, the game was up if they were spotted in their normal clothes – even if they did suddenly acquire breasts. It was a miracle spirit hadn’t recognised Kid.

“Erm…actually…”

“No I insist!” Spirit went on grabbing Soul and Black Star from the floor and shoving a very deep in thought Kid forward, “It will be great fun!”

What are we going to do! Soul practically screamed at them, Kid suddenly took a huge gulp of air and looked as though someone had just dumped him in flour.

“Spirit-sempai?” all the men suddenly froze at the husky, purring voice that had just bubbled its way past Kid’s lips, the elder man turned and Kid flung himself at Maka’s father, planting a forceful kiss on the elders lips.

“Lucky b*****d!” Black Star growled as Soul lurched off, dragging the assassin when it was clear he wasn’t going to move.

Kid immediately released the man when he felt the others wavelengths a sufficient distance away, gagged slightly and ran screaming after them.

“…call me?” Spirit called weakly.

“Papa…” a very familiar (not to mention furious) voice suddenly hissed, “who…was that?!”

“No Maka! It was all her-”

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“What the hell was that Kid!?” Soul bellowed as they made a mad scramble back to the apartment, Kid shook his head and pressed his mouth into a thin line.

“ngh…trying. To. Erase. From. Memory…” he bit out, Black Star laughed – apparently having recovered his good spirits.

“Never a camera when you need when ey Soul?!”

“You guys…owe me big!” hissed the death god, “and we still don’t have any clothes!” they slowed to a halt outside the apartment, Kid fumbled for his keys.

“Well…that’s not true…I managed to get these…” Black Star muttered, holding up three outfits that made both other boys pale in horror.

“…no way.”

“It’s this or you go naked guys,” Soul and Kid looked at one another, then back at Black Star before dashing inside the house and locking the door behind them.

“We could always use him as a distraction for when Maka comes to kill you,” Kid offered helpfully as they braced the door.

“I thought we did that anyway?”

“Ah yes but he doesn’t know that, now help me out and smack something heavy off my head…all I can taste is vodka and let me tell you I never want to be reminded of this…ever.”

=O my hair looks like DTK's but shorter =D(when he is ' female' )
i just need to dye my hair and dress like him =D

laaaaawl XD oh my lord this is hilarious X3

that was aswome! please make more! and its a good thing you posted the pictures. but it wouldve been alittle helpful if it was posted before they turned into girls. but either way, it was epic! whee