Rebirth

"Joma Joma Dabarasa, Joma Joma Dabarasa, Joma Joma Dabarasa, Joma Joma Dabarasa!"

The group of women continued their chant as they stood around the giant arcane circle, the dark purple light it was giving off slightly illuminating the pitch black dungeon they were in. The longer they chanted, the more the symbol at the center grew. From one end of the dungeon their leader, the Grand Witch Queen, took over the chant.

"Arise Dark One, Arise! Heed Our Call And Bring Your Strength To This World! We Call Upon You To Smite Death And Bring Ruin To Our Foes! By The Ancient Magics We Summon You! Joma Joma Dabrasa! Joma Joma Dabarasa!"

The glow at the center of the room grew and dark blots of lightning flashed. The witches continued their chant, speeding up as the power grew.

"Joma Joma Dabarasa! Joma Joma Darbarasa! Joma Joma Darbarsa! Joma Joma Darbarasa! JomaJomaDabarasaJomaJomaDabarasa!JomaJomaDabarasJomaJomaDabara-!"

A giant surge of darkness erupted from the center of the sigil, the magic gave off enough force to knock most of the witches off of their feet. A demonic roar erupted from the center as the sigil gave off a massive black flame.

"AT LAST!" the Grand Witch Queen shouted as she remained standing. "AT LAST WE HAVE SUCCEEDED! AT LAST WE WILL HAVE THE VENGEANCE WE HAVE SOUGHT FOR MILLENNIA!"

It was then that the flame abruptly died and the sigil disappeared completely, leaving the circle of witches in the darkness of their ritual dungeon with black smoke pouring over the room, leaving a massive cloud in the center.

"What has happened!?" one witch demanded. "Has the summoning failed!?"

"It very well may have…" the witch queen spoke. "Our kind has been attempting to summon the Dark One since the very creation of the term witches. A failure in our ritual is not uncommon, but take pride my daughters… this is the closest any witch has ever gotten."

"It might've succeeded if Medusa wasn't so stuck up," another witch commented. "If she'd even been present for the summoning we may have succeeded, but instead she simply kept to herself and her pathetic experiments."

"You cannot fault her for following her path," the Queen spoke wisely. "She will come to assist us when the time is right, but until then…" she paused for a moment. "There is a presence, coming from the center of the sigil."

"Probably just leftover magic," a third witch said. "With a summoning that intense, it's not uncommon."

"No… I sense life…" Then tension was high in the room, had the summoning actually succeeded? "Squalus, find out what it is."

A middle aged witch with deep blue hair, sharp serrated teeth, and a dress that mimicked that of a mako shark stepped into the smoke nodded as she walked into the center of the circle. The witches watch with anticipation as they saw her shadow kneel for a moment before standing, seeming to pick something off of the ground. When she walked back from the clouds, she carried a bundle of clothing; a red coat and a black hamaka. Slowly, the witch undid the hamaka revealing the head of…

"A baby…?" the witch queen spoke. Indeed it was a child, a newborn with streaks of silver hair and eyes trapped tight. The witches all glanced at each other in disbelief as the child was handed to the queen who looked over the child.

"We attempted to summon the Dark One, but in the end all we summon is some stupid brat…" Squalusa groaned in annoyance. "I don't know what's screwing with us, but that kid's meaningless, he'd be better off as food for our pets."

"Do not be hasty," the queen spoke as she observed the child. "This one does have a darkness in it, one that is very deep." As the witch undid the hamaka, the child's arm caught her eye. "What in the name of all that is arcane is that?"

The child's arm seemed to be dark in design, and was wrapped by several black straps. It was as tiny his other arm, but considering how pale the rest of the body was it was quite the clash of colors. There also appeared to be a tiny black tattoo on his chest.

"Odd... " the witch said before placing a hand upon the child's head. Using an ancient ability called Mind Read, she was able to see what the child was seeing. Dissolving memories of a first person view flashed by almost quicker than she could see and she was only able to vaguely make out what was being said with the boy's conscious rapidly being destroyed.

'Brother…' A young blonde boy and girl in white clothing. 'Promise me you won't fight…' A red haired nun. 'You're not gonna die from that, your arm's toast though!' A monster. 'You stuck the Azure Grimoire to your arm kid…' A cat something. 'Stalking you? I think not.' A young woman with blond tails. 'Nii-San!' the same blond boy, now grown and seeking blood. Her next image was a Samurai, clad completely in white and wielding a large sword as he addressed the man in front of him.

'I will end you here. You do not belong in this world, Dark One…'

"This IS him," the Queen noted aloud to her followers as she stopped the spell. "He's been addressed as the Dark One in his past… Our ritual was not perfect, but we have summoned him."

"So what are we supposed to do?" Squalus grunted. "Wait for this little brat to grow up!? Death has Death-Scythes and Meisters slaughtering us by the week and you want to put our faith in something that can't even walk let alone fight!?"

"Harvesting evil souls in order to create a Kishin will still be our utmost priority, but this child must remain alive if he is to accomplish his destiny… Squalus, you will take him back to your cove since it is the most protected as of right now. Keep him there until he is of his sixteenth age."

"Are you serious?" Squalus asked in outrage. "I'm not raising this brat! He's just a dumb waste of time for the entire council! You failed the summoning! You failed-!"

"Enough!" the witch queen shouted with authority. Squalus went silent in a heartbeat, though she wouldn't agree with the queen, she knew her power and feared it in good measures. "I will not move on this measure! Take this child and leave for your cove! I will return for him in sixteen years time!"

"...As you wish," Squalus said as she reluctantly took the bundle of cloths and child from her queen. She turned and began her exit of the summoning chamber.

"Hey Squalus! You forgot something!" one of the witches called out.

The witch shark turned in annoyance, thinking that the speaker had been mistaken. She hadn't been, now that the smoke had cleared she saw an unusual giant blade in the center of the summoning circle. Knowing she couldn't lift it herself, Squalus cast a spell and summoned one of her allies to her, a humanoid that resembled a great white shark with its giant mouth and fins. It gave short sound that was a mix between a gurgle and a grunt.

"I know you hate being out of the water Biter," Squalus told her familiar. "Look, just pick that sword up and we'll get out of here." The shark made the sound again as it picked up the sword (needing both arms) and followed its master out of the ritual chamber.

Alkatraz

Like most horrors of ancient history, the prison island had been transformed into a tourist attraction. Tourists would flock in daily, bringing in men, women, and children to give them a glimpse of what was the great prison of many criminals.

Squalus agreed that it was a great prison… by human standards. To her those bumbling fools couldn't create anything close to what the witches were capable of. But she also knew that humans were only capable of seeing something on the surface. The forgotten lower levels of the prison were perfect for her hideaway, close to the water for her and her sharks, damp and chilling, and a never ending supply of human that would 'unfortunately' go missing. She couldn't stage the kidnappings too often, less the human actually grow wise to her schemes, but an odd and forgettable individual at the end of a fairly busy day twice a year? No one was the wiser. And then there were those fools on the coast who were thought to have drowned…

As she returned to her home, the baby in her arms started to stir and tried to direct his head to her chest even with his eyes still closed. She groaned knowing he wanted food. She had Biter bring the oversized sword to her chamber while she took the child to his.

"I don't care how young you are brat," she hissed. "I AM NOT breastfeeding you." Not that she could produce milk in the first place. The child began stirring some more, but she ignored him as she simply carried him into a room that room that had been used for solitary confinement. It was completely covered in seaweed and moss so Squalus figured this was the best place to keep the child without having him hurt himself as she undid his clothes and laid him naked on the seaweed.

The child began to cry at the feeling of the substance and the witch groaned to herself. "Let's get you to be quiet," she said as she laid her hand on the child's chest and placed a magic sigil. Immediately the babies cries became inaudible. "That seal should also convert some of my magic to nutrients for you, so be thankful for that much."

As she started to pull her hand away, the child grabbed a finger with his right arm. Immediately, a powerful and painful burning sensation erupted through Squalus's entire body before she managed to get her finger free.

"YOU BRAT!" she screamed as she stormed out of the room, slamming the door and leaving the child with only a large amount of seaweed and his inaudible cries.

Eighteen Months Later- Death Weapon Meister's Academy

"All right, pencils down!"

Immediately, students took their hand off their pencils and their test sheets. Some student with calm faces, others with relieved once as the0y'd barely been able to finish, and more still looking like they'd already been told they'd failed.

"I'll post the results by monday unless I've got shit to do," the instructor told his students. "Bring all of your papers to the front, and for the love of god make sure you've got your names on them!"

The students did as requested and brought their papers to the front as their teacher leaned against the blackboard with his arms crossed. Once most of them had left a single student approached him.

"Hey Professor," the student said. "I just wanted to thank you for those tips about studying for this exam. Without you I'm pretty sure I would've flunked."

"Well it's in the job description, I'm supposed to teach aren't I?" the teacher said gruffly in response. "Now get lost, I got papers to grade."

"Oh, alright then," the student said as he walked to the door. "See you next week Professor Frederick!" he shouted over his shoulder before running into the hallway.

"That's Professor Badguy!" Sol shouted as his student ran out the door. "And walk in the hallways!" Rolling his eyes, the Gear Hunter turned Professor started pack his things in his suitcase. Currently he was wearing a white lab coat and his red headpiece that used to function as a limiter. He'd just finished packing when he heard another voice.

"Teaching might be a job, but you're always ready to help a student, aren't you?" Sol turned to the doorway where he found his young pink haired partner, Aria, leaning against the doorframe with a slightly smug smile wearing her usual white lab coat over casual clothing. "Sometimes I wonder if you're still that curt researcher you were when we first met on the Gear Project."

"Hey I'm a teacher; students need help, I help. It's what I'm supposed to do," Sol said with a roll of his eyes before giving a small smirk of his own. "Have I really changed that much?"

"Well you're definitely a little less stuck up," Aria said with a smirk as she approached Sol and gently put her arms around his neck while he put his arms around her waist. "I guess you ought to thank your lovely wife for that one, right?"

"I guess I should," Sol admitted with an actual smile. Not a smug one or a condescending one, an actual one that he only used around Aria.

The two had arrived in this world about five years ago and their memories were pretty distorted. While Aria could only partially remember her time as Justice, Sol could remember only a few of the events that had lead to his final showdown, which he'd assumed had been against his mortal enemy, That Man, but even he couldn't be completely sure.

The two had remembered each other and had decided to travel together, along the way meeting meisters from the DWMA. As it turned out, both of their souls had adapted enough to this world, transforming Sol into a meister and Aria into a powerful weapon. Sol's first idea had been to hunt Kishins as bounties for Death, but Aria's lecture managed to convince him just to help out.

While the rules of this new world had taken some getting used to for Sol, he'd managed to turn Aria into a Death Scythe in only ten short months. Instead of giving her to Lord Death and have her replace the still new Spirit as his personal weapon, the two continued to work together. It wasn't the most popular of decision, but it was still approved by Death (much to Spirit's relief).

Since then Sol had gone to work for the DWMA as a teacher, passing on knowledge to a new generation. It wasn't the easiest of jobs, but one he secretly enjoyed. Aria simply helped around the academy where she was needed, whether that be subbing in for teachers or simply carrying messages. About a year ago they'd gotten married and had been pretty happy since then.

"So what brings you here?" Sol asked. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, but don't you usually work later than this?"

"Normally yeah, but I ran into Spirit and-"

"Let me guess," Sol began as he let go his his wife. "He wanted to spread the word about his wife and they joy he was going to have when she finally gives birth."

"Oh I already heard his scream from across town when he first found out she was pregnant this morning, believe you me," Aria said, grimacing only slightly. "Still tried to talk my ear off even when I told him I'd already heard." She shook her head. "But no, he told me some other news; they finally found a witch's location."

That got Sol's attention. "And they're sending us in?"

"Yeah, from what we can tell about the last three students that attacked her at once and barely managed to come back, they need an instructor for this."

Sol nodded as he went to his desk and grabbed his suitcase. "Then I guess we've got to go, at least this beats grading papers."

USA Westcoast- Time: 22:47 Western United States Time

Sol and Aria got off of the boat at Alcatraz and looked around the Island. Tours had already ended for the day, so no one would be here to get in the way.

"What's the best way to get to the witch's chamber?" Aria asked their boat driver, Sid.

"The passage down to the lower levels hasn't been printed on any maps, so your best bet's just to find the sharks, take them down, and find where they're coming from."

"Works for me," Sol grunted. He was dressed in his battle clothing now (the kind from Xrd) "You coming with us?"

"No, this is your job," Sid told them. "I don't interfere with others' hunts, I'm not the type of man."

"Suit yourself I guess," Aria said with as she held her hand out for her husband. Sol took it and with a bright flash of light, Aria transformed into Sol's modified version of the Fireseal (the one from Overture) which he held backhanded. The bounty hunter had learned that with some practice he could become further in tune with Aria's wavelength and unlock more powerful forms. Originally she'd just been the first Fireseal, but now she'd grown enough in power to unlock a more recent form.

"We'll be back soon," Sol told Sid as he headed into the prison.

"I don't doubt it," the boat driver said with a small smirk.

When the two got inside, Sol kept his sense open as he slowly walked through the corridor. He could still sense the evil souls, but since they were still in the tour area, he doubted that he'd get attacked just yet, a good time to ask something that had been on his mind for a while.

"Hey Aria," Sol began aloud. "What's been on your mind lately?"

"You're asking this now?" Aria said to him telepathically through her sword form with a hint of disapproval. "Sol, this really isn't a good time."

"Aria, I had a feeling that something was going on about a couple of days ago, but now that we're on the same soul length I can easily feel some tension. Seriously, what's going on?"

"Sol I… Just not now, alright? I promise I'll tell you when all of this is over, but for now let's focus on the mission."

"If you say so," Sol said as he opened the door that led to the lower floors. Further down the path he saw a group of shark humanoids represents varying types of sharks, some of them indigenous to this part of the ocean. "Time to get to work."

"Remember, we're trying to destroy the witch and her servants, not Alcatraz. Try not to get too carried away."

"I got it, I got it," Sol said as he rushed forward towards the sharks. The first one didn't even have any time to react as he was cut through and dissolved into a purple corrupted soul. A great white shark lunged forward, but Sol delivered a flaming fist to its gut, crushing its internal organs and sending it flying into the wall and turning it too into a corrupted soul. Several more sharks approached the two, but Sol simply sent out a charged gunflame and incinerated them.

Out of the flame, one last shark emerged, but Sol managed to catch the monster easily with his free hand. He then gave grunt and he slammed the monster into the ground behind him and destroyed it.

"Boring," he muttered before activating Soul Magnet, an ability which had Aria attract and absorb the corrupted souls. She didn't consume them, she'd already met her quota to become a Death Scythe, but teachers at the DWMA sometimes gave extra Kishin souls to students who did well on the exams so she stored them.

Sol noticed several of sets of shuffling feet retreating towards the lower levels. He grunted and continued to take his time walking down the steps. The further down he got, the worse the smell of rotten algae and seaweed was becoming stronger and Sol could faintly hear the sound of waves in the background.

"You should hurry," Aria spoke in Sol's mind. "Chances are that they've got a plan to escape if you scare them enough and we can't let the witch get away"

"If they wanted to run they'd be in the water by now," Sol told her. "They don't want to escape, they just wanted to chose the battlefield. Hmph, and they think it's enough."

Sure enough as Sol descended a last staircase, there was the witch waiting for them, surrounded by thirty of her shark servants. The witch was standing on top of a body of water with her arms crossed.

"I should have never let those urchins of yours return home alive," the witch said to Sol as her minions snapped furiously. "Feeding their arms to my pets should have been message enough for you stupid fools to stay away from my home!" The witch then grinned, revealing her serrated teeth. "Then again, perhaps you'd make a better meal for us."

"Problem with that lady," Sol began darkly as he entire body gave off a short burst of flames. "I'm at the top of the food chain."

"Oh, a fire ability? Interesting…" the witch said as she stroked her chin. "But you fail to realize the obvious, you are surrounded by water; how do you plan to use that power here?" With a wave of her hand, three shark beings lunged forward.

Sol slashed upwards and cut through one of the sharks and killed it before smashing his fist down upon another shark, destroying the brain. He quickly turned his body and unleashed a powerful flaming kick on the third one, pouring enough fire magic to completely destroy the torso. As he finished he saw the witch casting a spell as spheres of water surrounded her.

"Aqua Needles."

A storm of water bullets flew towards Sol, who quickly leapt out of the way to avoid the attack. Another shark attempt to chomp on him, but the Bounty Hunter quickly decapitated the monster. Before quickly stabbing his sword into the opponent behind him.

"Wave Edge!" the witch cast.

A razor edge of water was cast at him by the witch, but Sol managed to break it with the FireSeal. He then rushed forward with a flaming Fafnir fist and took down another shark. Seeing three more lunge from the front, he knew how to handle them.

"Grand Viper!" Sol shouted as he created a massive flaming uppercut and cut through the sharks and launched himself in midair. Several more monsters tried to leap up and kill him from below. "Get lost!" he shouted while ax kicking the highest one and send it and the rest sprawling to the floor. Sol landed on the floor in front of another shark. "Tyrant-!" he began as his right fist smashing into the shark. "Rave!" he finished sending a blast of fire out of his flaming right punch, obliterating the shark in front of him its allies behind. Sol tensed before lunging towards the witch standing atop the water to finish the fight.

"Ocean Prison!" the witch shouted in desperation. Sol grunted as he became completely encased in a thick water sphere. The witch cackled. "You fool! I told you an idiot fire user like you could never defeat a witch of the ocean! The sphere that you're in is ten times as dense as regular water! You can't move and you can't breath! I can just sit here and wait for you to drown you-!"

Sol cut the witch off in surprise by moving his right arm as if it were going through regular water and flipping his middle finger at the hag. As the witch stuttered in surprise, Sol focused his fire magic and unleashed a burst of flame that destroyed the prison in an explosion of hot steam, the force of which was enough to send everyone else flying. The witch had just slammed against the wall as Sol lunged forward and carved her from head to foot with his flaming sword. The witch gave a pathetic wail before her body dissolved, leaving only a red witch's soul.

"You talked too damn much," Sol grunted as he had Aria absorb all of the souls (since their master had died, the remaining sharks had quickly followed). Once that had been done, he tossed his sword into the air where it transformed into his wife. "And we're done."

"Looks like it," Aria said with a small smile. "So now we just investigate the rest of this place and see if we can find anything that will lead us to the other witches."

"Shouldn't be too hard," Sol said before craning his head. "You hear something?"

"Yeah it sounded like…" Aria gasped as she heard the sound clearly now; an infant's wailing. Not hesitating for an instant she took off running towards the sounds.

"Aria, wait!" Sol shouted as he took off after her, his wife actually managing to outrun him. 'What the hell's gotten into her? We're still in a witch's lair!'

Aria followed the cries down a series of hallways. As she ran the sounds coming closer and closer and hallways seemed darker and further out of the way. Finally she came to the source of the crying; an iron door with the look rusted shut. She tried pulling the door out, it didn't budge.

"Aria!" Sol shouted as he finally caught up with her.

"Break the door down!" Aria shouted as the baby continued to cry inside. "Frederick, break it down! Break it down now!"

"All right, stand back," he ordered before breaking the lock with his bare hand. He then gripped the door handle and tore it open from it's rusted shut position. When he got a look inside, he had to fight the urge to vomit, something he didn't think Gears could do. "Holy shit…"

The room inside was completely covered in seaweed and the stench of it was unbearable. Laying in the middle of the floor was an infant with albino hair and a right arm wrapped in dark material who lay naked as he continued to scream with his eyes tightly closed. He was so thin that you could see his skeleton and he body fluids surrounded him as he'd been unable to move. His skin was tinged green, indicating that he'd had to lay on the seaweed for a VERY long time.

While Sol could only stare, Aria slowly made her way forward toward the child and knelt beside him before slowly picking him. "Hey…" she said gently as she carried him in her arms and he continued to cry. "Shhhhhh… I've got you." His crying lightened to a whimper while the child shivered at the cold. "Sol, hold him for a second." The child even felt slimy as Sol held him in his hands trying not to bring him too close. Luckily Aria was quick at removing her lab coat and bundled it around the baby. "Okay Sol, take him and keep him warm."

The Prototype Gear reluctantly nodded as he took the small bundle of clothing in his arms and applied a minimal amount of fire magic to his arms to create additional body heat and warm the kid. It seemed to do the trick as the child's whimpers slowly quieted as it fell into a sleep. Now that Sol could take his eyes off the kid for a moment, he noticed Aria's state as her knuckles shook.

"That... that monster!" Aria cried out. "How could she treat a child so inhumanly!? How long has he had to live like this!?"

"Aria calm down," Sol ordered. "We can worry about that later. For right now we got to get the kid out of this hell hole."

"All right…" Aria said. "Come on, let's head to the boat. We can have someone investigate this place later."

The two began their slightly hurried walk back towards the entrance, Sol still carrying the wrapped child in his arms as he kept him warm with his heated arms. While the child didn't move, Sol could still feel his light breathing. He noticed Aria looking at the baby sadly as they walked.

"He's alright, just sleeping," Sol assured.

Aria shook her head. "Sol… earlier you asked what I was worried about."

"Hey, you can tell me later. Getting the kid out's more important anyways."

"No, I need to tell you now. I've being going to the doctor's recently… and I got the results earlier today."

"Aria, don't tell me you're sick again," Sol said with a worried gaze. Aria had gotten sick decades ago back in their own world and that had lead to the creation of Justice and the origin point of the Crusades.

"No, it's not that. The doctor told me that I'm as healthy as can be… except for my ovaries." Sol was silent, he knew where his wife was going. "They… they don't work, I can't produce eggs and… I can't have a baby."

"Aria…" Sol said sadly, before looking down at the kid in his arms and sighing. "All right, I get it. Let's just get him out of here first, okay?"

"Okay," Aria said with a sad smile.

DWMA- Mirror Room

"Well that's an unexpected twist," came the squeaky and comedic voice of the Death God. "I didn't think that there was a child to be found." Death leaned forward to observe the sleeping boy wrapping in the lab coat in Aria's arms. "There's something unusual about this one's soul… something dark. And it's not just the power I'm sensing from the arm."

"Well if it's a bad as Aira put it, the kid's going to be pretty hateful," Spirit told them, clearly disgusted with the story as he was going to be a father in several months. "Still can't believe anyone would treat a kid that way, even a witch. By the way, whatever happened to Sol?"

"He took a detour to get a doctor and sent me ahead,' Aria explained. "He'll back pretty soon."

"Took a detour?" Spirit asked in confusion. "But we've already got a doctor here, what's he got to go out of town for?"

"The child's condition is not a normal one," Death explained. "Sol and Aria both thought it necessary to bring in the best expert in this field."

"An expert?" Spirit thought before realization hit him like a spiked hammer. "No! You don't mean-!"

"Well, given the circumstances I thought it was wise move," Death said using his oversized hands for a casual shrug. "He's not going to stay for long."

"Not him! Not Doctor Franken Stein!" Spirit screamed in agony as he fell to his knees and pulled at his hair. "Do you know what he's done to me!? I still have the scars from all of those hideous experiments he did to me in my sleep! He's a cold madman that plagues my nightmares to this day!"

"Stop screaming! You're going to wake the baby!" Aria hissed. "If all you're going to do is cry about it then just get out of here!"

"Good idea! I'm coming home honey!" Spirit yelled as he ran off as fast as he could, leaving a trail of dust behind him.

"Well now, I can't say that wasn't expected," Death said before noticing the bundle shift around in Aria's arms. "Oh? Looks like he's about to wake up."

Aria undid the top part of the bundle revealing the child's face. His skin seemed to be doing better now, the green tinge from earlier almost completely gone and his skin starting to fill out more, almost like he was healing on his own. He gave a small yawn before opening his eyes, revealing a red iris on the right side and a green on his left.

"Hey there," Aria said in soft tone. The baby looked up at her and stared into her eyes for a moment before closing his eyes again and leaning against her body. "He's still tired."

"Not surprising, he's been through a lot," Death commented. "I wish my little junior would go down as easily."

"He's only a month old, it's going to take a lot longer to get him to go down regularly," Aria told him.

"Yes, but sometimes the only way I can get him to fall asleep is to put on a show for him using my hands… Odd that he only seems to laugh when they're symmetrical."

The mirror behind Death began glowing. After a moment, a vision of Sid was revealed on in it, probably through a handheld mirror since he seemed to be holding it.

"Lord Death, Aria, I just completed my investigation of the Alcatraz Island. I found some things you should probably see."

"Okay," Aria said as she held the child's head so he wouldn't see what was on the screen. "Sorry for having to send you back to the island Sid."

"Hey, a child's safety beats avoiding overtime, that's the kind of man I am," Sid said with a small grin before his expression turned serious again. "Most of the things I found were just your average witch ingredients and potions, but unlike the other witches I didn't find a journal here. In her room though, I found these."

Sid moved the camera revealing a red coat and black hamaka along with shoes and a glove. The gloves design matched the child's unusual arm.

"They didn't seem like something a witch would have, but I took a closer look at his coat and I found a few white hairs on it, hairs like the kid has. Also found this," Sid said as he moved the camera to face a giant sword. "The thing's heavy, even I had trouble lifting it."

"This is unsettling," Death said. "I've never seen a sword of that design and even though that outfit is clearly too large for the child I have a strong suspicious that it's his directly."

"I was thinking the same thing," Sid said. "Finally, I found some sort of message inside the coat pockets. It's torn and drenched beyond belief, but it seems to be addressed to someone named Ragna."

"Ragna?" Aria said as she looked at the baby in her arms. "Could that be his name?"

"It's very likely, but I don't know what any of this means. If I have your permission Lord Death, can I bring these objects back to Death City?"

"You have my go ahead," Death said, using one of his gloves to give Sid a big 'thumbs up.' "Go ahead and get back here, you've had a long night."

"We all have," Sid said shaking his head. "But how's the kid doing?"

"Much better," Aria told him. "We're having a doctor come in soon to have a look at him."

"That's good. Alright, see you when I get back. Sid out."

As the mirror became a simple mirror again, the two then heard steps approaching them. Sol came forward with a mean wearing a stitched sweater with a lab coat over it. But the thing most likely to catch your eye was a giant bolt going through his head.

"It's been a while Lord Death," Dr. Stein said, adjusting the giant bolt that went through his head. "Aria." He said with an acknowledging nod which she returned to him. "I don't see Spirit anywhere."

"He heard you were coming," Aria informed.

"That would do it," Stein agreed laxly before looking at the child. "I can see what Sol was saying, he does seem like an odd one." Held his arms out to take the child from Aria, but the former scientist instead jabbed a finger right into his face.

"Not ONE STITCH Stein," she threatened darkly. "Not. One. Stitch."

"Unless it proves that he needs surgery, you have my word," Stein agreed. Reluctantly, Aria slowly handed over the bundle which Stein slowly unwrapped. "Let's see what I can identify here. His skin still seems slightly green from the seaweed, but it seems to be returning to normal readily and the rest of his body doesn't seem to be carrying any diseases. Odd, but I suppose we can attribute that towards his strange soul and arm. His body looks like it hasn't been given any food, only nutrients… I can suggest a brand of specialized but over the counter baby formula that should help him even out, though make sure he's slowly moved to normal food soon afterwards."

"He can tell all of this at a glance?" Aria whispered to her husband.

"Why do you think I brought him here?" Sol told her. "He's literally the best man on the planet for this. No one understands the human body better than him"

"His body obviously needs to be washed," Stein continued before briefly pinch the child's arm causing him to squirm slightly. "His skin seems to fine for a child, so you can afford to be at least a little thorough." He gently pull back the child's lip. "He has a few teeth and they need washing. That should do it for body care."

"Thank god there isn't anything serious," Aria said, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Your welcome!" Death said in his squeaky voice giving an oversized 'peace' sign with one of his hands. Everyone turned to glare at him (even the baby). "Bad time?"

"Poor jokes aside," Stein continued as he held Ragna's fight arm. "There's still the matter of his soul and arm. The arm doesn't seem to resemble any type of witches weapon that I've seen before, and the power surrounding it doesn't even seem to originate with any known form of magic."

"I picked up on that too," Sol told him. "Even the magic from my world didn't act like this."

"Yes, but the strangest thing is that appears to have been altered and while it may be a stretch to say it, the causes seem very similar to yours and Aria's. Pair that with the fact that his soul actually seems to be much older than the boy itself and you begin to wonder how he came to be."

"Concerning facts to be sure," Death said. "But the question remains what we're to do about it?"

"For all I know this could be nothing," Stein said, handing the bundle back to Aria. "But I don't think we can take the chance. He'll have to be monitored." The doctor adjusted his glasses with a smirk directed to Sol. "And judging by how used to Aria the baby is in such a short time, I think I know which couple this duty will fall to."

"Mph…" Sol grunted as he crossed his arms. "Fine."

"Come on," Aria said nudging her husband slightly. "You saw this coming."

"I did," Sol admitted.

"So… do you think I can start calling you Sol Dadguy?" Aria asked with a smirk. Sol glared at her while the baby giggled. "See? He has a good sense of humor, you could learn a thing from your new son."

'She's enjoying this too much,' Sol thought to himself. 'But as long as she's happy, I don't really care.' "So what are we going to call him?"

"Well…" Aria said as she held the baby in front her. "How about Ragna?"

"Ragna, huh? I guess it works, but why that name?"

"Tell you later," Aria promised. "Stein, thank you so much for your help on such short notice. Is there anything we can do for you before you leave? Coffee? Tea? Money?"

"Thanks for the offer, but I need to head back to my lab, I'm still the renegade Meister horror story used to get students to behave." Stein said as he took a pad of paper out of his coat pocket and quickly wrote something on it before handing it to Aria. "Here's the baby formula I recommended. You should be able to find it in most drug stores."

"We'll get it, we'll get it…" Sol groaned. "That and god knows what else."

"Well…" Death began.

"Don't start."

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Author's Note: I don't own BlazBlue, Guilty Gear, or Soul Eater. I also do not condone the scenes of neglect done to baby Ragna by shark witch. Seriously.

I never learn do I? Now I've got another story to update. Hoping that this story will reach several readers I'm actually going to open a poll with all of my currently updating stories on it. The winner of said poll with get updated every OTHER time, meaning I'll be pumping out chapters like crazy. Updates available on other stories.

Back to this story though, I know I tried to do a lot here, so if any of you have questions, PM me and I'll try to explain my craziness to you all (not responsible for therapy need afterwards). This story will also be following the Anime more, as it's easier to access for me and I didn't really like most things that the manga did. (It's the common opinion as I understand it)

I'm going to be posting this story to the Soul Eater page first because (let's face it) I'll get more views here and get the message out easier that this thing exists.

Also, Sol, Aria, and Ragna are the only three characters outside of Soul Eater that I'm going to bring into this. So please don't ask for more. Will I make Omakes of other characters crossing over? Possibly, but let me get the main story established first.

Pairing ideas are welcome, but I'm not sure if I'm going to have this be at all romantic, but I honestly don't have a side I'm leaning to. We'll just have to see down the line.

Until then, Ciao!