Chapter #4Fed Up by: Amme   Soul and Black Star were best friends. Heck, you could even say they were almost like brothers! They weren't some mushy, best friends forever pair, no. They were more like your stereotypical "bros." They ripped on each other, sure, but one always knew they had the other's back.
That is, until Black Star started to really started to play on Soul's nerves. He was cool with Black Star's ocassional boasting, after all, it was part of who he was. He didn't mind when he beat him in arm wrestling now and again, or when Black Star tried showing off all the new moves he was learning. No, it was when Black Star's body started to develop slightly. His muscles got a little bit more tone to them, and not to mention he was growing hair all over his... you know what! You know. His underarms.
It was a regular day in class, for the most part. The day when Soul realized that he couldn't take much more, and had to take Black Star down a peg.
"Hey Soul! Come on! You wanna touch it!?" Black Star asked excitedly, lifting his armpit to Soul's face. A lone, curly blue hair was there, and it was that hair that had only boosted Black Star's confidence even higher than what it was. The immediate musk repeled Soul away.
"Geez, put your arms down!" Soul demanded, waving his hand at Black Star's pit. The blue haired boy just chuckled a little.
"Yeah, I have been working out a lot... But I bet you could probably tell, huh?" Black Star said with a cocky smirk, flexing his strong arm for his friend. "And check this out!" Black Star lifted up his shirt, where his abs were just slightly more outlined that Soul remembered. "I'm getting all kinds of big!"
Soul just rolled his eyes and groaned. Normally, he would have just played along and stroked the young ninja's ego, but he had to put up with this every day, in every class. At lunch. After school. One time, Black Star had even called him in the middle of the night to boast about how he thought he was getting facial hair! Soul really couldn't take much more of it. He had to think of something, and fast.
As Black Star had taken his shirt off and started to show off his back, Soul heard two guys not far off talking.
"Dude, I think I've gained a little weight..."
"Wha? No way! You don't look any bigger..."
"You sure? Still... Kinda hurts my confidence, y'know? Gotta stay fly for the ladies!"
"I hear that!"
Soul heard them slap high fives, as he then turned his attention back to Black Star. "Huh... So even guys complain about their weight?" Soul asked himself. He hadn't really thought about it since he never really had any weight problems of his own.
Soon enough, Doctor Stein came in, and everyone was seated. It didn't take long for another one of his psychotic lessons to ensue. As the teacher rambled, Soul began to think up a nasty plot to knock Black Star down a peg or two. At least enough to get him to stop bragging all the time.
Later, much later, once school was over, the two boys, Soul and Black Star, were walking through Death City together. Soul's eyes were darting around, trying to block out Black Star the best he could for the time being. Black Star was, of course, showing off once again. "Hey Soul! Did you see my abs?" He asked, lifting his shirt again to show his friend. Just then, it caught Soul's eye. A flyer in a window of one of Death City's best restaurants.
Death Row Full Course Deluxe!
To those who can even finish this MASSIVE meal
Will find it entirely FREE of charge!
Soul's shark-toothed grin slid across his face. "Hey, Black Star, check this out." He said, pointing at the flyer. "Death Row Deluxe... Wanna try it?"
Black Star tilted his head for a moment as he looked at it. "I guess it sounds interesting..." As Soul heard this, he was a bit discouraged, but he had a plan.
"That's a shame..." He said, "I heard Kid ate one of these, no problem."
"Pssh, yeah, he probably had Liz and Patty help him!" Black Star laughed it off.
"Yeah? You saying the man who would surpass God can't handle a little food challenge?" Soul said, goading Black Star on.
"Shaddup! You know I could do it!" Black Star barked back, punching Soul's arm a little.
"Well why don't you prove it!?" Soul said, punching right back. "Show that stuck up little punk that you're three times the man he is!"
"Screw that!" Black Star said, "I'll show him I'm SIX times the man he is! I'll take down two of these meals, and I can bet you I can do it in under an hour!"
Soul grinned. His plan was a success. He and Black Star shook hands. "Sounds like we have a bet." He said, leading Black Star in.
"Two Death Row Deluxes!" Black Star announced as he came in. The man at the counter, smoking a cigarette chuckled.
"Heh, two? You're just a kid. That meal is gonna be the death of 'ya."
"You wanna see!?" Black Star snapped back, seating himself as a nearby booth, Soul sliding in across from him. "Bring it on!"
The man just laughed again, the rest of the restaurant's patrons shocked at such a notion made by such a small child.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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