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Maka Weilds A Death Scythe?

(A/N: Set after the death of Asura the Kishin.)

/blah/ - Flashbacks

**blah** - Info from character to reader

blah - Normal character POV

blah - Character thoughts

"blah"- Character speaking

Excerpt:

"Maka, dammit! Use this weapon! It's our only chance!"

"I-I can't.. I don't know how!"

"As your Papa! Pick. Up. This. Scythe!"

Maka's POV

**The Death Weapon Meister Academy-more commonly known as the DWMA. The academy was founded by none other than Lord Death himself. Yes, the Grim Reaper, as you may know him. He created the academy for many reasons of course, but the biggest reason was to protect the human race from Kishin Eggs. What is a Kishin Egg you ask? Evil. The purest of all evil. The souls of Kishin Eggs were once human, innocent from the veil of demonic reign. After feeding from the souls of humans, the Kishin can never return to its former humanity. Thus, the reason the academy was formed, to train meisters like myself to wield weapons. These are no ordinary weapons though. Meisters must connect their soul's wavelength to the weapon's soul wavelength in perfect harmony to be able to wield said weapon.

Anyway, after 99 Kishin Eggs are collected and one witch's soul is harvested, a weapon is given the title of 'Death Scythe'. This weapon becomes one of Lord Death's personal weapons. My mother was a meister who partnered with my weapon father. My father became a Death Scythe and because he is a scythe, he was chosen as Lord Death's weapon. Papa had a secret that no one in the academy knew except Lord Death, Stein (who was Papa's first meister) and a few other trusted adults. A man who had been connected to Papa for a long time was beginning to emerge.

Of course, this wasn't the first time.

Well, to explain, I need to start at the beginning of it all. Back when I was but a few months into my first year at the academy..**

As I walked swiftly down the hallway, I couldn't help but notice all the raucous happening down a long corridor of the academy. There were meisters and weapons alike, yelling and laughing at something. I turned from my path to class to peek at the distraction. Please, oh please, don't let it be BlackStar, I'll never get to class with his stubbornness. I thought to myself.

Finally, I mustered up the courage and decided to shove my way through the crowded mess of meisters and weapons, only to be in complete shock and somewhat embarrassed at what I saw.

I looked at all of the fingers pointing at the seemingly lifeless body on the floor. The motionless mass on the floor was a half-naked and partially transformed Death Scythe.

Spirit. **That's my Papa's name, though I hold a grudge with him.** He looked to be unconscious.

******I watched as he came to, cringing at first, until he noticed everyone around him. He then looked at himself. Realizing what had happened, Spirit jumped up and transformed back to his human form.

I swear I felt a blood vessel pop above my brow. He was now completely naked.

The initial wave of shock passed and I began to get quite pissed off. Before I had time to react to my father's idiocy, someone patted me on the shoulder. I turned around, still a bit angry, and noticed Soul standing there un-phased by what had (and still was) occurring.

"Oh, hey Soul." I said calming down now that my father had covered himself and made a break for it. He'll get it later, oh yes indeed. I thought menacingly whilst maintaining my calming composure. I stepped in front of my weapon to hide my streaking father.

Soul raised an eyebrow, almost confused and peered around me to see my crazy father running for the Death Room butt-naked, "Hey, Maka? What the hell's up with your dad?"

I flinched at the words, and felt a warmth build across my face.

"Oh, nothing! He's just, well-"

"Running through the halls buck-ass naked?" Soul cut me off with a chuckle and his trademark grin following his smart-alec words.

I pulled out one of my books,"Maka-CHOP!" I yelled as I forcefully swung my book like a guillotine at Soul's white-grey hair and onto his skull.

"What the hell Maka?! Geez.." He said while rubbing the now pulsing, red knot on his head.

I turned around, still somewhat angry but trying to change the subject, "I don't even know what happened, or why I'm still here for that matter. We need to get to class, or Stein will dissect us both."

My entire body shuttered at the thought of what I just said.

"Y-Yeah. So not cool." Soul agreed quietly, disregarding his painful knot.

Together we ran down the long corridors of the academy to Stein's class. As Soul and I took our usual seats near BlackStar, Tsubaki, Kid and the Thompson sisters, Stein rolled in on his regular rolly-chair. He had almost learned a wheely, so as to make the small jump over the door bump.

Unfortunately for him, he wasn't on his A-game today.

When the laughter had subsided and Stein had picked his chair off the floor, he opened the roster to take roll as he sat backwards on his favorite seat.

Just as he was about to utter the first name on the list, Lord Death's cheeky voice echoed through the intercom.

"Dr. Franken Stein, please report to the Death Room. Immediately."

Soul and I exchanged confused and worried glances as the class started whispering their assumptions on what was happening.

"I've never heard him speak so seriously." Soul said, just as surprised as the rest of the class.

"I have." A familiar voice spoke sternly. "That's the way he sounded when he first told me about Asura the Kishin living under the academy."

Just what is going on at the academy this morning? I thought heavily to myself.

Death's POV

"Forgive me Lord Death, I don't know what happened. One minute I was walking down the hallway, and another I was on the floor.. half.. naked." His voice trailed off as his face turned a bit pink. He really didn't know what occurred other than that.

Stein looked at him and raised an eyebrow in curiosity, letting out a small chuckle afterwards.

Spirit looked away as to hide his embarrassment from the others in the room.

"Hmm.. Yes.. Spirit, these incidents are vaguely familiar, wouldn't you say?" I said in my kid-friendly voice. Though my mind was in a worried state.

The Death Scythe's face began to turn a normal shade of tan as he looked up at me with his rarely seen, serious, blue eyes, "Don't even think about letting that next thought slip your masked lips."

"Hmmmh.." I groaned angrily.

"We don't even know for sure it's him, Spirit. These.. Occurrences, could be your own doing without even realizing it." Stein said teasingly as he lit a cigarette.

"Tsk." Spirit muttered, turning away from his smart-ass, former meister.

Seeing and sensing that my weapon had become quite distraught, I tried to reassure him.

"Now Spirit, let's not- "

"Let's not what?! Get angry?! Or mad?! I refuse to slap on a smile and pretend everything's okay! We both know this needs taking care of! The bastard has run out of chances to change. And I refuse to stand idle, no, I refuse to be made a damn mockery as he does what he will!" Spirit cut me off as he stomped his way to me, swinging his arms in frustration and only stopping just inches away from my face.

Spirit grabbed my black shoulders and let his emotions take over, "By the gods.." He breathed, " I.. REFUSE! This time.. This time I end this bullshit, dammit!" He went on with his childish rant.

I was silent for but a moment while I took in his raging, but true words.

"Do you hear me Death?!" Spirit said through his gritted teeth, poking my skull mask.

How dare this idiot! I thought to myself as I closed my eyes in frustration and anger.

Unable to contain my aggravation, I raised my hand to him, "Reaper- CHOP!" I said in my grizzly voice.

"Ow! What was that for?!" Spirit rubbed the pulsating knot on his head as he came to his senses.

Realizing he was a bit out of line, the weapon stood up scratching the back of his head. His eyes shut tightly.

"Forgive me, Lord Death. It's- It's just I-"

"I think it would be best if we all took a break and came back at a later time. We need clear minds to think through a proper plan." I cut him off for his own good. His soul felt angered, but there was more sadness than anger filling his staggering wavelength. I thought to myself.

"Besides," Stein added with a grin that Spirit knew all too well, "if this really is your mystery man, you know what this means don't you?" He laughed his evil scientist laugh at his own words.

As if all the events that occurred this morning never happened, Spirit busted to life, rushing over to me and hanging himself on my black-clothed body blubbering like a child, "No," he sniffled snot dripping from his nose, "no, please, wah-haaah," Spirit whined as his tears began a puddle around me, "anyone but her! I won't be able to take on my sweet Maka and her!"

Oh please, you'll survive. I thought as I loosed a small chuckle.

Kami's POV

"Ahh.. The Death Weapon Meister Academy, still in its prime I see." I thought aloud.
The desert had been rough on my still youthful feet. Youthful? Yeah right, they're 30-something years old, old woman. Old woman?! Watch your language young lady! I fought with my thoughts, shaking my head once I realized my insanity.

I walked up the concrete steps to the large academy, having flashbacks about my own time as a student of the DWMA.

Today is the day, I thought to myself as I walked up the DWMA steps. I have become a meister, and now it's time for me to select my weapon!

"Hey there." A boyish voice said softly. I turned to look at the red-headed boy, who was flashing me some kind of 'cool guy' look.

Of course, I didn't fall for it.

"Um, hello?" I said somewhat shyly, maintaining a serious attitude.

"I'm Spirit. Spirit Albarn, a scythe weapon." The young boy said proudly. Though he tried not to show it, he acted rather cocky.

"Call me Kami! I'm a meister, te-he!" Why am I acting like a flustered, love-struck, school girl? I thought to myself.

"Right this way, young lady." The weapon stretched his hand to me, with what I thought was a sweet gesture.

NO! I'm a meister! Have more sense, Kami. You're falling for a complete idiot. Can't you tell? Besides, you've only just met. My mind rushed with these thoughts as things escalated rather quickly.

"Sure." I intertwined my arm with his as he led me silently to our class.

That bastard turned out to be, well, a bastard. I thought.

When I reached the doors to the academy, I saw a familiar face to greet me.

"When I was alive, I would've been saying something else." Sid said blankly.

I looked him over, a bit shocked at his rather blue appearance, "Oh, Sid, you're looking," I hesitated as my eyes reached his face and the gaping hole in his forehead, "dead."

"You've always been the 'to the point' type of girl." The zombie-like man groaned.

Disregarding Sid's comment, "Yes, well, could you lead me to Lord Death's room? He actually called me here for some reason unknown to me."

"Back when I was alive I would have said, 'duh', but yes, I already know." Sid retorted.

How come everyone else has been informed about Lord Death's situation except me? The thought weighed in my mind for a moment as we slowly walked the corridors of the DWMA.

We turned the corner and there was the hallway of guillotines leading to the Death Room. It had been a rather long time since I walked this pathway. Just looking at the blades dangling above the long path brought back memories of victory over Kishin eggs.

"This is it Kami." Sid stretched out his arm to the large path, "I'm not allowed to accompany you. Besides, I have classes to teach."

I turned to look back at the blue zombie, "Thanks, Sid."

"Yeah." He said walking away.

Spirit's POV

"Do you want to get a drink at Chupacabra's first Spirit?" Stein's smart-ass comments only made me feel worse.

Thinking of something quick to comeback with, "Zip it, stitch bitch." I shot an evil eye at Stein, who was taking a relaxing smoke break. Of course he can be so calmly detached from the situation Lord Death is putting me in. Stein isn't the one who will feel the pain from Kami.

"Lord Death, there's plenty of time to re-think the actions we've taken." I said with a serious tone as I worked to convince my ultimate meister to take back his plan.

- *Le Gasp!* I know, it's not YuGiOh! Good news, I'm on course doing a collaboration with a high-class author (Ocena Strex) and we hope to have a chaptered fiction for you soon!

- Found this on my laptop from a few years back.. so, of course, I just had to share. Simple, really, nothing big except there isn't really a plot behind it. I remember wanting to write a story of Maka weilding her father, Spirit in his scythe form. Don't know what I planned, nor recall it. But here's just a tid-bit of some old writing. Oh, and this piece has been kept origional in format and style, untouched.. came straight from Word as is.

- This is good actually, for those who care, that I put this out there. In my personal opinion, fiction that I wrote- finished or not- a ways back where I wasn't as decent as I am now, will help me to improve the more I notice it. Plus, here others who take the time to read it and see that I may have improved as well makes me feel great, like I've gotten somewhere, you know?

- Frostbite is coming along great, albeit slowly, but decent work I'd say. Though my current time is being spent with Ocena on our fic, so I can't really say when this one-or more-shot will arrive.

- Anyway, thanks for the time. ;D