Nami held her sisters limp hand in hers as it slowly turned from a blue patterned maul back to a small five fingered human hand. Nami saw the last lights of her sister's life fade as she slowly bled out. Her hand she held her sisters with, was missing her middle finger as the blood that poured from the wound mingled with the wound on Nami's sister's abdomen.

Nami bent her head in sadness as she rested her head near her wound and began to cry uncontrollably. "Freia… please, wake up" she begged. But her words where unheard as Nami continued to cry on her sisters corpse. But eventually she heard the familiar sound of a blade being put back in its sheath, she looked up to see her big brother standing a few feet from where they lay, but the look he had on his face showed no remorse or concern, he just looked complacent as if he knew this was her fate.

Nami sat up a little straighter, tears still falling, her face looking beaten and crestfallen, she spoke in a horse whisper. "Why Dia, why kill her?" she asked standing up, her expression now turning angry, and her right arm turning into a short scythe blade, with the same blue pattern as her fallen comrade. Her face got even fiercer as her left hand still bleeding from the missing finger, hung limply at her side. Even though she could feel it was broken she paid no heed to the pain, as she took her best fighting stance against her brother.

The one named Dia just stared at her with half amusement as he knew she was not strong enough to fight him let alone even put a scratch on him. I did it because she got in my way." He stated simply.

"What do you mean got in the way" Nami asked getting even angrier, as her transformed arm began to glow with a blue tint. 'All she ever did was protect us and you killed her?" she stated getting lower in her stance her black hair beginning to fly everywhere as she prepared her attack, the blue tint becoming even more noticeable now.

Dia just smiled at his little naïve sister, his own black hair stood still long at his ears. "You still don't get it? That's why she never let me wield you or even be near you when you transformed, she feared that I might do exactly this. He looked to his dead sister, a smirk crossing his twisted face as he did. "She denied me what was mine he stated simply and looked back to Nami who now had even more anger in her green eyes.

It's true Nami felt fear, but what she felt most was not only loss but betrayal as well, and when the two were strong enough they made something that was not only powerful but deadly. Without even thinking, she jumped into the air and tried to bring her scythe arm onto his head, but while the two emotions can drive people to many extremes, it was no match for both speed and utmost skill. For Nami did not even see Dia move or draw his sword, she only felt pain and saw her own blood as she was struck down, and she fell on her back on the hard blacktop, a slash across her shoulder, as it bled deeply, her arm turning back to normal, while that blue tint it had slowly disappeared as well.

Dia walked up to her as Nami's world began to go blank. Dia looked at her the smirk still on his face, as he spoke to her bending down so he was a few inches from her face. He went into his pocket and placed something that looked like a watch onto her chest, Nami tied to head butt him but he moved and just laughed at her "defiant till the end" he stated before standing back up. He turned to leave but before he did he looked over his shoulder one last time, and told her "if you ever give up being weak like our sister, and want to know what true power is, then turn the minute hand three times, and you will be guided to me, but remember you can only use it once. He looked back at her the smirk still on his face. "Or you could use it to seek revenge, either works with me." After that he turned and disappeared.

As Nami lay there, her world becoming increasingly black, she thought she heard the incoming of approaching footsteps. But she knew that was impossible her brother choose this spot so no would find neither her nor her sister. But before she completely conked out she thought she could make out the faces of not only one person but two. "I'm sorry Freia, I failed" she said as the darkness enveloped her and she saw nothing else as she slowly fell asleep.

X-X-X

Crona never expected to find not only the shirt she had happened to buy today, but she had not only witnessed a murder and an attempted one at that, but she had also witnessed the boy giving the one he cut on the shoulder a small watch like thing. And when he disappeared Crona went over to the girl, who was still semi-conscious, she then felt her weapon Ragnorok appear on her back, he was not happy as he said in an annoyed voice "I thought we were going home?" He did not notice the unconscious girl at Crona's feet. So he grabbed Crona's hair and started to pull on it. "Don't just ignore me" he cried pulling harder.

But Crona paid him no more heed as she had long ago learned to deal with her annoying partner, to which made Ragnorok even more upset, but when he went to flip up Crona blouse, she had long ago traded in her black dress, for more up to date clothing. He saw the girl unconscious girl and heard her utter something that sounded like an apology as the girl slowly went unconscious.

"This is not good" Crona muttered as she picked up the unconscious girl, "Ragnorok was not paying attention as he now noticed the blue glowing orb a few feet away from them, he smiled his devilish smile as he licked his chops, "at least I get a meal out of this" he said reaching for the soul. But Crona intercepted him while she was still hanging onto Nami and put the glowing soul into her bag while speaking to her weapon, "you know that soul was not on the list, we can't just eat it, and besides your already a death scythe, why would you need it?" Crona asked not looking at her weapon. Who crossed his arms in a pout, he then hit her upon the head, before disappearing back into her body. "Fine" he said sounding pouty as he went back into Crona.

Crona frowned when she saw the blouse she had gotten not even a week ago was now covered in this girl's blood. But she ignored that as she slowly took the back way, so no one would see them. To a person that had helped her out on numerous occasions, and had even saved her from the black blood. Maka Alburn, knowing that they would both take this girl, hopefully she was not to late…

hey everyone hope you enjoyed chapter one but before I say goodbye I just wanted to give a little thank you to a someone who is not only a great writer but humorous and kind as well, as well as random and if you guys have not read her story's I suggest you do, any way thank you Vegorott, you are an inspiration for many upcoming writers, as always till next time, and lots of oddles.