Soul Eater: Black Moon
The blade sunk deep into the gaping mouth, prying the clown's jaw open even wider than it's normally grotesque angle. The depraved creature had been mid-cackle as Maka Albarn had plunged her death scythe, Soul "Eater" Evans, into it's face, which was now sunken and bloodied. Maka wore a satisfied smirk on her face as the clown writhed on the ground, dying. Soul transformed from a weapon back into his usual form, a white-haired, scraggly looking teenager, and gave her a thumbs up.
"Nice job." Soul congratulated. "We took him down without even having to use Witch Hunter. I guess I'm finally getting the hang of being a death scythe." His hands instinctively went to his jacket pockets as Maka approached the clown. It was coughing as blood filled it's lungs and it sputtered when Maka stepped on it's tentical-entwined torso.
"Even though we've stopped the Kishin, these clowns are never going to give up are they?" Maka frowned. She pushed her boot harder, causing more pained gasping from the monster. Maka's frown turned to a look of surprise when the clown's jaw moved with a bone-breaking crack.
"As long as there is order, the madness will persist." It hissed. The ominous words were accompanied by the clacking of it's loose jaw.
"I guess that's your answer." Soul said, turning his arm into a scythe and slicing into it's chest. The sputters soon died out as Soul pulled a glowing, ethereal orb out of the hole he'd cut.
"Personally I don't mind it." He continued as he held the soul above his head. To Maka, it looked like he inspected it the same way she imagined a critic would scrutinize a work of art. "It means I get to snack on more of these." Soul grinned before he lowered the orb into his mouth and slurped it down with satisfaction.
Maka watched with a look of mild disgust. She still didn't understand the pleasure in eating a soul, especially one that had come from such a gross creature.
"We should get back to Shibusen." Was all that Maka said. Her attention had turned to the black silhouette that framed the night sky. Is Crona still alive up there? Maka wondered. It was something she had often thought about since their battle with the Kishin. Crona had given away everything to help seal Asura away on the moon. It was sad, but in a way, she hoped that Crona had died up there. He deserved a rest.
"You're looking up at the moon again." Soul observed, who Maka now remembered was standing right next to her. "Are you thinking about Crona?" How does he always do that? Maka wondered.
"Let's just get going." She said, brushing his question off. "Kid won't be happy if we're late again."
"Fine" Soul let it go. He'd learned not to push Maka when she wasn't in the mood to talk. Instead, he transformed into a winged scythe. Maka hopped on and together they shot off into the sky. Up in the air they could see Shibusen Academy's giant candle spires sticking out in the darkness. They weren't too far away, but Maka and Soul never shot down the chance to fly over Death City's breathtaking cityscape when it was lit up at night. After everything that had happened in the past month, it was comforting to see the city still in one piece.
"So, the witches have finally decided to grant our request for contact." Death the Kid mused. "Maybe they've finally realized that the clowns are as big of a problem as I warned." Kid sat in front of the large mirror in the Death Room. This realm of his father's creation was now his own base of operations for running Shibusen Academy. However, Kid had made several adjustments to the chamber to suit his tastes.
The normally empty room was now furnished with a couch and two chairs around a dark wood coffee table, which had been positioned in front of the mirror. Outside of the meeting circle was the usual scenery of a blue sky and crosses in the ground, however Kid had set up paper screens around his lounge so he didn't have to see it. The lack of symmetry distracted him too much from the important matters he had to attend to these days.
"The Witch Coven hasn't shown much concern for the outside world during the short time I've been here." Came a reply through the glass mirror. One of Kid's first acts as Shinigami had been to promote Kim Diehl to the position of ambassador to Maba-sama and the rest of her witches. Unfortunately Kim hadn't had much to report over the course of her stay in the Witch World. This was the first time they'd spoken in several days.
"As far as I can gather, the witches seem to be caught up in some internal affair. They keep telling me everything is fine but the way they act is strange. They're even more closed off than usual, and so far I haven't been able to figure out why." Kim sounded irritated, and Kid sympathized with her. Being constantly rejected by your own people couldn't be an easy thing to subject yourself to every day.
"So why are they suddenly willing to speak with me?" Kid asked her.
"I think it may be an act of desperation more than a gesture of good will." She hypothesized. "The witches are proud, so something very severe must have occurred to get them to reach out to Shibusen like this."
While she spoke a chime ran through the Death Room. The bell had been another one of Kid's additions to the room. It notified him when he had an appointment waiting.
"Well, I shall leave the detective work in your capable hands Miss Diehl, and I'll get back to you on that meeting soon. Be sure to tell Jaqueline I said hello." The feed from the Witch World slowly faded and soon Kid stared at his reflection in the mirror. Seeing the lines of Sanzu running perfectly across his combed hair brought a smile to his face.
"Ah, symmetry." He sighed, closing his eyes and relaxing his head back on the couch. Suddenly, he detected a buzzing in his ear. Oh, my earpiece! Kid remembered. He tapped it lightly with a finger, activating it's magic and opening a speaking channel.
"This is Kid here."
"The Meisters you sent out are beginning to return. I've been directing them to the Death Room." Liz Thompson, Death the Kid's weapon and also now his personal assistant chimed in.
"Great! Then the meeting can commence soon. Make sure you and Pattie make it up here."
"Roger Kid. We'll be there." The line went dead and there was silence in the room once again.
"I wonder who will arrive first?" Kid wondered aloud to himself. Immediately after he said it,, a huge crash echoed through the chamber, followed by an enthusiastic "Wahoo!" coming from the entrance.
Kid rolled his eyes and sighed. "Dammit Black Star!"