Chapter 3

A/N: Hurray! Chapter 3! This one finally has some crossover!

By the way, if you want to know why I don't have everyone at the DWMA speak Japanese or refer to Lord Death as Shinigami-sama, is because they're not it Japan. They are in the fictional city of Death City in the real state of Nevada in the real country of the United Sates, so I presume everyone speaks English. xD

Enjoy!

"Will Maka Albarn and Death the Kid please report to the Death Room? Maka Albarn and Death the Kid to the Death Room, please," announced the loudspeaker.

The DWMA Death Room was much like a principal's office, if your principal was the Grim Reaper himself. Lord Death, as he was normally called, was the founder and headmaster of DWMA, and father of Death the Kid. "My son and one of my best students will give you a tour and show you the ropes!" said Lord Death to the new children. "We normally don't have youngsters as, well, young as yourselves, but we're glad to have more willing students to help stop Kishin creation."

"Okay, Jack Skellington," started Cartmam, "what the hell is a Kishin?"

"Who's Jack Skellington?" Lord Death murmured to himself. "Anyways, a Kishin is a weapon that has consumed countless human souls. Normally, they go mentally insane. What our school strives to do is to only take souls that have turned into Kishin eggs. Basically, we are trying to stop the evil before it happens."

"We're… consuming… souls… at this school…" said Kyle, confused and a little scared.

"Of course~!" replied Lord Death cheerfully. "Well, technically, only the weapons are."

"W-we're playin' with w-weapons? I think m-my parents would holler at me i-if I was playin' with w-weapons…" a timid little blond boy named Butters asked nervously.

"I do agree with Butters. It might be quite dangerous if we partook in actions involving weapons," spoke up another little blond by the name of Pip. Altogether, there were seven transfer students from South Park Elementary, and they were all boys from the fourth grade class.

"No, no, no. You won't be playing with weapons," replied Lord Death. The two little blonds looked relieved. "Some of you will BE the weapons; some of you will be meisters. And you won't be playing. You will be using each other to kill beings with Kishin egg souls and then the weapons will consume them. When a weapon consumes 99 Kishin egg souls and the soul of one witch, they become one of my weapons!"

Pip and Butters nearly fainted. Conversely, a taller, gothic-looking boy named Damien, who had messy black hair, drew up the corners of his mouth into an ecstatic grin. "Sweet," he said evilly.

Suddenly, the door of the Death Room burst open. The seven students that were already students of DWMA filed in.

"I may not be good at math, but that looks like more than two people…" Cartman observed.

"It seems their friends came with them," explained Lord Death. "This," he said while patting Maka on the back with his massive hands, "is my best student, Maka Albarn. She scored the best of all the students on her super written exam—a perfect score."

"Lame, dude! You mean we have to take tests at this school?" complained Stan.

"Why, yes. Of course! That's what normally happens in schools. Anyways, this is my son, Death the Kid," said Lord Death while he patted Kid on the back. "He's a very smart little boy, but he could do better in school if he wasn't so worried about symmetry all the time," explained Lord Death.

"Daaaaaaaaaad…" whined Kid while blushing up a storm.

"Uhh… who are all the rest of them?" asked Kyle as he pointed over to the others.

"I'm Soul—a scythe. Maka over there's my meister," Soul told him. Soul grabbed Kyle's hand and shook it rather violently.

"I'm Liz and this is Patty," clarified Liz as she made a gesture to Patty, who just laughed. "We're Kid's twin pistols and he has two-"

"I AM THE GREAT AND ALMIGHTLY BLACK*STAR!" announced Black*Star. "AND THIS IS MY WEAPON—TSUBAKI!" He made a dramatic motion to his partner. "She's got lots of different weapon modes!" Tsubaki waved gently.

"So wait a minute," started Cartman. "Why, if you are weapons like you suggest, do you…. um… NOT look like weapons?"

"We're in our human forms, duh," Soul said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Can you… transform?" Cartman asked innocently. Kyle shoved him.

"Dude, you can't just ASK someone to transform!" Kyle hissed.

"Dude, yeah, we can totally transform for you. It's not really a big deal," said Soul.

"Well, Kahl, I believe you own me an apology," Cartman said. Kyle just rolled his eyes and ignored him.

"I have an idea. Why don't we find out if any of them are weapons by teaching them how to transform?" suggested Maka.

"Brilliant! Just brilliant! What a smart girl! Go ahead and teach them!" Lord Death applauded.

"Okay, well," Maka walked up to the South Park boys.

"Mmmpth mmph hpphm phmmphmm!" said Kenny. Stan and Kyle looked at him in horror.

"Dude, that's so gross! Why must you say those kinds of things to people's faces?" questioned Stan. Maka looked confused as she couldn't understand what Kenny had said. Kenny only laughed in reply.

"Okay, well, uh…" Maka began. She proceeded to scratch her head vigorously. "Well, actually, I'm not really a weapon, so I don't know how to transform…" She glanced over at her weapon. Soul sighed and stepped forward.

"Listen, n00bs," he said, getting right up in all of their faces, "all you gotta do is just… transform. I can't really explain it. It's like wiggling your ears." So, the fourth-graders began to try to wiggle the imaginary muscle or tendon or whatever it was that allowed weapons to transform. Suddenly, the seven boys were reduced to four while three weapons clattered to the ground. Screams of fright and maybe even a little excitement emitted from the three on the floor. Soul grinned and picked up the closest weapon and held it out in front of himself. "What's your name, little buddy?" he inquired mischievously.

It was a scythe, much like him, only the design was completely different and it was splattered with dark shades of red and blue. "I'm Stan," replied the scythe. "Woah, dude!" he exclaimed. "My voice sounds wicked awesome!"

"Yeah, you'll get used to that," Soul said, smirking. Maka gave him a little punch on his shoulder.

"There are more important things to think about than useless things like that," Maka scolded. "Now, which one of you four is going to be his meister?"

Kyle's hand went up. "I'll be his meister. We're super best friends, after all," he explained. Soul handed Kyle his weapon.

"…Fuckin' Jew-fag…" Cartman coughed under his breath.

"What did you just say, fatass?" Kyle shouted.

"Oh, me? I didn't say anything. Nothing at aaa~ll," he innocently replied. As convincing as that reply was, Kyle gave him a massive shove. A cry escaped from Cartman.

Maka began to make her way over to the next weapon, but Black*Star beat her to it. He picked up the little whimpering weapon, a British knife-pistol, and looked intently upon it. Fearing that he was being silently judged, the little weapon started to cry. The petite pistol, however, only added to the fuel to fire Black*Star up.

"AWWW, WHAT'S WRONG, LIL' GUY?" he shouted. Tsubaki smiled sweetly at the newbie weapon.

"Black*Star…" she said in a motherly tone, "maybe I should hold him. He seems a little frightened."

"Okay okay okay okay okay okay okay, Tsubaki, jeez! You can stop pestering me. Here," he said as he handed him over to her. She took the little pistol in her delicate arms. Black*Star hovered over and screamed a question at it.

"WASS YER NAME?" he asked loudly. Damien put his hands behind his head and reclined against the nearest wall.

"This. Is. Soooo lame…" he muttered to himself.

"M-my na-name is P-Pip," the weapon finally responded through sniffles and stutters. Damien's ears almost perked up as he jolted out of his boredom. His eyes grew wide and he smiled wide.

"I'll be his master~" Damien said, interjecting an almost-shout from Black*Star. Maka was quick to correct the son of Satan, also interrupting Black*Star.

"It's meister, not master," she told him. Damien allowed his smile to broaden even more.

"Well, I guess I'll have to be his meister, then, too~" More facepalms came from the bunch of students.

"HMMHM HMMHMM HMMHMM~!" shouted Kenny, his words unrecognizable to half of those in the Death Room. Maka's face turned red and she let out a yell that was louder than most of Black*Star's.

"OKAY, JUST WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING?" Pip started to cry again but his sobs subsided when Damien took a hold of him from Tsubaki, twirling him around his finger like an old west gun-slinger.

Cartman cleared his throat. "Uhh, miss, if you would stop being such a huge bitch, I would be happy to translate for you," he said in a condescending tone. Maka's already flushed face grew redder and she opened her mouth to retaliate, but Soul slapped his hand over her mouth.

"I've got a better idea~" said Soul as he looked toward the Colorado kids. Maka pushed him away and shot an oh-you-are-SO-going-to-get-it-later-so-you-better-watch-your-back look to Cartman, who was so frightened by it that he stepped back a few paces. Soul stepped in front of Kenny and laid his hands on his head. The orange parka-ed wonder child looked up at Soul and gazed upon his crimson red eyes. Kenny shut his own eyes, bracing himself for pain. In a flash of orange, Soul whipped down the hood of Kenny's parka, revealing a mess of blond hair. Kenny's glossy, blue eyes fluttered open, stunned to learn that he wasn't dead (yet). "Now," cooed Soul, "what did you say?"

Kenny cleared his throat. "Uhh-uh…" He suddenly pointed at Damien and weapon-Pip, yelling, "INNUENDOES INNUENDOES INNUENDOE~~S!" Most of the people in the room stared at him. Black*Star, however, clapped his hands loudly.

"THAT'S MAH BOI!" he shouted. Patty started into fits of laughter and Kid's face captured a look of concern. He turned to Lord Death.

"Father, aren't you going to do anything? This is madness! Totally NOT symmetrical!"

"No, no~ This is too entertaining~ Plus, I don't want to be rude," replied Lord Death.

"Well, I'm going to do something about it," Kid started over to the epitome of craziness, but was blocked by his father's hand.

"I don't want to have my name dishonored by my son, either. You will do what your daddy tells you and that is final," he said. Death the Kid pouted the poutiest pout in the history of forever.

As Maka lunged toward Kenny, her annoyance levels increasing, Black*Star shouted, his ego climbing, and Kyle and Stan retorting every now and again, their freaked-out-ness rising, a small voice perked up.

"Wh-wh-wh-what about m-me?" it whispered. The madness halted as all eyes turned to the source of the sound. A giant, ninja star blade with intricate designs met their gaze. After a moment of dumbfounded staring, Soul finally walked over to the weapon and picked it up. "Just who might you be?" he asked.

"I'm Leopold Stotch, but everyone j-just calls me B-Butters.." it whimpered.

"Dude, yes, this is totally fate! I've gotta be his weapon!" Kenny said excitedly. Maka looked at him, a little confused by the whole "it's totally fate" comment.

"Well, not too long ago, we were playing ninjas with real ninja weapons. I had the ninja stars! What happened was, we got into a fight with Butters and I accidentally got one of my ninja stars stuck in his eye. Heheh!" Kenny explained. Maka and Liz both looked as though they were about to vomit.

Cynically, Liz responded, "Lemme get this straight… You got a ninja star stuck in his eye, and now that he turned out to be a ninja star, you think it's fate that you should be his weapon."

"Yes," said Kenny.

"I don't see anything wrong with that," Stan chimed in.

"Me either," Kyle added.

"Sounds fine to me," Cartman said.

"Right-o," replied Pip.

"It's completely logical," said Damien.

"I-It sounds like f-fate alr-right," Butters tacked on to the end.

"Whaaatever," Liz responded.

"I guess that's fourth grade logic for you," Maka concluded.

"Alright, well, then that settles it!" Lord Death announced. "Stan will be Kyle's weapon, Pip will be Damien's, and Butters shall be Kenny's little ninja star!"

"Ay! Wait wait wait wait waaaaaaait up a sec!" Cartman interjected. "I'm not a kick-ass weapon and I don't have a partner! The fuck am I 'sposed to do?" Even without an emotional face, everyone could tell that Lord Death was a little puzzled.

"Uhh…. Well…. I'm afraid you'll just have to wait until a weapon comes along that you can pair with… Until then… we'll figure it out as we go," he decided. Suddenly, the bell to change classes rang out. "Oh! Time for you children to get to your classes! Soul, Liz, Patty, Black*Star, and Tsubaki, you all go to your next class. New students, I want you to carry your weapon partners and head on over to room 17. There, you will be taught all about life as a student of DWMA and the weapons will learn how to transform back. Maka and Kid, I want you to stay for a second." The children all did as they were instructed. In a few seconds, the Death Room was empty, save for Maka, Death the Kid, and Lord Death. "You two are my best students." Kid rolled his eyes and Maka thanked him. "Now, the reason why these kids are here is because there school burnt down. The little boy in the orange jumpsuit, Kenny, was the one who did it."

"Oh my," Maka responded. Kid was silent.

"Indeed. What I want you two to do is to make sure he doesn't set this school a-blaze. Maybe also find out why he did it. Can you handle that?"

"Yes, sir!" replied Maka. Kid was still silent. Lord Death went face-to-face with his son and repeated his question again, rather loudly.

"Yes, Father…" he finally mumbled.

"Good. Now, both of you, head to class!" Lord Death ushered them both out of the Death Room, and they hurried off.

In a few hallways away from the Death Room, one of the new weapon-meister pairs stopped.

"Yeah, we're not going to that stupid orientation thing," said the meister.

The weapon responded, "But we must learn what they have to teach us!"

"Like what? All they're going to do is explain to us why it's important not to pursue becoming a Kishin and yada yada yada."

"And tell me how to become a human again," added the weapon.

"It's obvious that they are just using that to entice us to go."

"Well, how do you suppose that I change back?"

"Try the same thing you did to transform into a weapn, duh." And so, the little weapon wiggled the imaginary muscle and he switched back into flesh and bone. And he was in his meister's arms. His meister squeezed the little weapon's side, allowing a tiny squeal to escape his mouth, and the weapon scurried out of his meister's arms.

"But wouldn't we find ourselves in trouble?" questioned the weapn.

"Who caaaa~~res?"

"I mean, I heard that it cause madness or something…" The meister grabbed his weapon's shoulders.

"It is my job to create madness. That's why I came back from hell," he told his weapon very sternly. The little weapon just nodded as tears formed in his eyes. The meister wrapped his arm around him and tried to make him walk down the hall, but the weapon wouldn't move. The meister sighed. "Would you like me to carry you?"

"I would indeed enjoy that very much so," replied the weapon. The meister swung his tiny weapon into his arms and dashed down the hall.

A/N: Hurray! I finally finished it! :3 This chapter's really long and school eats at my life, which is why it took forever to update. Thank you so much for reviewing and adding to your alerts! I am so happy for all your support!