Wanted to try a story, and I will ask what you think so please leave a review. I know this will probably suck, but either way I'm going to at least post the idea.

Hope you enjoy! (btw, chapters will get longer through the story as it progresses.)


"Mosquito, how is the experiment?" Arachne looked down to the point-noised little man with the top hat, his brows raising in pride at his plan. Or, at least, the plan he helped manufacture.

"My lady, she is doing well. She will be ready to ship out to Death City within the week." He says confidently, straightening out his suit jacket with his clammy and small hands. Beneath all of his "bravado" he was actually quite afraid the experiment might flaw somehow... but he shall not let this show in front of the lady Arachne, so he simply let his shaky hands be placed smoothly into his pockets.

"Good." Arachne said, her voice as magnificent as ever with it's delicate venom that is simply sinister and warming to the small Mosquitos thoughts. The careful thoughts of the experiment failing peeling at his consciousness and making him a little paranoid throughout the walk with Arachne.

"Yes. Quite." He said, agreeing with Arachne with as much ease as he could manage. Arachne wouldn't spare him a glance, though, and to his thankfulness, because her mind was also reeling.

Her last shot may be this experiment, and she hoped that it will not be flawed. If it is, she may be drawn into a rage she doubted would keep her from going into rage. That would not be very lady like, now would it? Arachne simply straightened her dress with her delicate hands, the very intricate fingers that may behold such doom against the damned Lord Death.

Her hands clenched into fists, and as Mosquito saw this his eyes widened. Unaware of her thoughts he simply assumed the worst, but blew it off from the front of his mind with a sweat drop appearing across his forehead that he simply wiped away with his cloth, and then said, "My lady, I believe this experiment will not fail us. I give you my word,"

Clearing her throat with the smallest of sounds, Arachne looked down at her little faithful minion, "I do not doubt your judgment, Mosquito."

"Thank you, my lady." He exclaimed with a bow, and he kissed her hand before scuttling off. He wiped his brow once more as he continued, and then went to check the experiment one last time before they shipped her off.


Death was watching over Death City from the Death room. Standing in front of the mirror, sipping a cup of tea with his massive white hands, an eerie silence wafting along in the Death room as he just stood there. Something was coming, and he knew it.


Mosquito stood before her, looking upon her as she floated in the liquid filled incubator swarming with cerebellum cells that soak her in a knowledge of her roll.

Her name is Katsu, a name meaning 'victory', she had shoulder length hair, if Mosquito could calculate that by looking at the flowing mass of gold, and was flat chested... not like Mosquito was looking of course.

Her roll is as a meister, and she would be dropped off a couple days from Death City as she well knew the location of, and she would simply join the DWMA and get close to the top group of the academy, Maka Albarn and the scythe boy, Death The Kid and his guns, and Black Star with his weird sword. And once close enough to them she will dispose of them in any way possible.

"Dear Katsu, will you ensure us victory in which you were named? Will you fail me?" Mosquito asks the girl whom floats in the water, not sure if she heard him nor even acknowledges his presence. But he simply assumes she heard him, and simply assumes that she will not fail him as he nods with satisfactory as he turns on his heel and scuttles out of the room.

But Katsu had heard him, and as he had left the room she knew she would not disobey him.

"Will you ensure us victory in which you were named?"

She nodded.