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Chapter 17: Soul Eater and The Alice, Part 2 "My, My! Roselin would be proud!" "Shut the fuck up!" Soul shouted from within Maka's grasp. The large blade lit up in light and flew out of her hands before taking a human shaped form in front of her. Then, the light flashed out of existence and Soul appeared in its place. "I'm not a part of this just to hear you mock my mother!" Maka held out a hand to him as he began walking towards the witch on his own. He hopped over the Kishin's limp arm and kept walking—no—now he was 'storming' over there; stomping like an angry man ready to kill with his glare alone. To her shock, Maka saw an ar

The sun shone and Winry took a seat on the bench in the park. No-one was nearby; just the way she wanted. She closed her eyes and smiled. It was so quiet. Then she felt someone near her, also sitting on the bench, but chose not to bother. But she became curious, she had felt this someone's eyes on her a few times and they had sat like this, on the bench, for 15 minutes now. "Beautiful day." She opened one eye and glanced at the man, since it was a male voice, closed the eye only to glance once again; she couldn't resist. Dark blond hair, handsome – she guessed that he worked out a couple of days a week – and those eyes, they wher

There's at least one time in a person's life when said person has to endure hard times. During these latest days, Winry had endured hers. The heartbreaking news - Ed was in a coma. The effort of trying to think other things instead to think of Ed. The realization that her visit with Ed was just a dream and his condition was indeed unchanged. The watching of the doctors trying to save him. And the fact that finally broke her; he was dead. Winry closed her eyes harder and fumbled for strength to be strong, usually she found it. But this time, it was harder to just stand up and move on. She knew that if she would see herself at the moment,

"I absolutely hate days like this." Blossom sat in her favorite class, AP Chemistry. But it wasn't her favorite today. It was more like she hated it. She looked around the room, looking extremely agitated. Everyone was up and about, playing games and talking with their friends. Even the teacher was wasting valuable time by surfing the web on her computer. Blossom sighed loudly and looked up at the ceiling. I was looking forward to our lesson about stoichiometric calculations. She thought. She went in her bag and took out her binder (which was perfectly organized by the way) and then started to review yesterday's lesson. She smiled deeply. Th