Shinigami-sama is bored.
There have been no action in the past few years and everything is quiet in Death room. Not even Death-Scythe was around to cause some kind of commotion… it was definitely BORING.
But what can he do?
"Bwahahahahaha!" Lord Death burst out laughing for a reason he only knows… "That waassss A GREAT~~ idea!~~!" he screamed happily, clapping his abnormally large hands together.
Oh dear, what could he possibly do now?
O.o.O.o.O.o.O
Lord death is now sitting on the tablewriting feverishly over a piece of paper with a pen…
Death-Scythe came into the room, hands in his pockets.
"Shinigami-Sama, what are you doing?" he said trying to look over his shoulder.
REAPER CHOP!
Death-scythe lay a few feet away with a freshly-dented head, whimpering.
"Nuh-uh, Death-scythe, not allowed!" He said waging his finger at his fallen (possibly dead) weapon.
"You could just have told me!" he protested clutching his wounded head. "What is it anyway?"
"You want to know?"
"Yes!"
"Really?"
"Yes!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! YES! Come on, tell me!" Death-scythe yelled, irritated.
"NO."
"Whhhaaaattt?"
"You heard me, no." Lord Death said with a shrug. "Well death scythe will you do me a favor?"
"Not until you tell me." the scythe said defiantly, crossing his arms over his chest.
REAPER CHOP!
"W-what do y-you want m-me to do?" he stuttered cowering behind the big mirror
"Will you fetch Doctor Franken Stein for me?" Lord Death replied as if nothing happened. "I need to speak to him, because of a private matter."
"OK."
AN: yaaayyy..! another fanfic for soul eater! please review! Thank you all!
DISCLAIMER: Soul Eater is not MINE!