Hey sorry i haven't updated in some time. i lost my note book with all my story's in it. ill try to update more, again, sorry people.

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Crona's POV, some where in Death City

"Ragnarok. Did you have to spend so much on candy, I mean nine-teen bags of jawbreakers?"

Taring open another bag, the glutenous weapon spoke, with his mouth full no less. "Oh come on Crona! Have one! There really gooooooood!" Drawing out the last word longer then needed. Pushing two of the rather large candy's into his rather larg mouth. He offered me the bag.

I reached my hand into the bag and pulled out a pink oh the blue specks. "Why are there specks on it? They look weird and I don't like weird things!" I said, scratching at one of them.

"Who cares!? Just put it in your face already and be happy!" I quickly did what he said before he made me. Its was sweet. "It tastes like strawberry's!" I said with a rather sheepish smile.

"Ew I hate that kind, you can have those ones." He said. "Cool." Ragnarok might be mean to me sometimes but he's really like a big brother to me. Is he pushing a third into his mouth? I wonder how many more before he chokes?

We walked along in a nice silence, well except for the odd noises coming from the glutton next to me. When I noticed the street was completely empty.

"Hey Crona? Are we the only..." He trailed off.

"Yeah, i think." I looked around for any sign of other people anywhere, which there was not.

"Sorry to interrupt." I nearly jumped out of my skin. We both whorled around to a wide eyed albino grinning madly, are his teeth pointed? And a creepy looking girl with blond hair dressed like a school girl that couldn't seem to get balance, both standing on a top. "But we'll be taking your souls now."

The albino started to laugh wildly, almost like someone had told him a really funny joke. "I love it when you say that Maka."

The girl, this Maka, covered her mouth her giggling. "I know you do Soul, that's why I say it." She giggled again as they locked hands, a blue light surrounded this Soul.

In a split second, he was a scythe, with a black and red tooth pattern, and what looked like an eye at the top. Creepy.

"Ragnarok."

"Got it." Crushing the jawbreakers still in his mouth, he jumped into a hand stand and a dark blue light engulfed him. I snatched his ankles which is now the hilt of a black and white sword which was left in his place.