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Shikamaru laid in the grass, as the clouds went by. It was a beautiful day as the sun was shinning so brightly, the wind was blowing just right. There was nothing better to do then just laying in the grass watching a bunch of clouds going by. If only he was a cloud as well. Then he wouldn't have to worry about any of the assignments that he has given to do. He wouldn't be bothered in any way. He wouldn't have to think at all. That would be the life for him. Then again, probably being a cloud, would get pretty boring time to time. There wouldn't be any excitement. But it would be nice to have some peace and quite. Nothing wrong with that.

"Aaa-chooo!" Maka sneezed. Soul groaned. "What gives, Maka? Why are you sneezing so much? Stop it. It's getting annoying," Soul asked as he leaned his chair back in his desk, he starred up at the ceiling, trying to hide his concern for his partner with his cool demeanor and pretending to only half care. Maka glared over at her weapon, her eyes as sharp as daggers. "How am I supposed to help it?" "Simple. Why don't you try going to bed?" he said, his tone; irritating. Maka puckered her lips and jeered away, staring out the window of their apartment at the setting sun over Death City. "Not tired," she said, a bit childishly, but angrily at