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Def Jam/Soul Eater
Chapter Five: Medusa and Chrona! A Family Fuel of Madness?
On a Friday night while Avon is having sweet dreams in his bedroom, Hero is wide awake sitting on a sports chair in the balcony of the 5th floor of his apartment complex waiting for someone to show up, but until then he admired the view of Death City.
I never really took the time to view the town at the dead of night. Hero thought as he then stared up at the sky."The stars are really out here. Not like in New York." New York…
Hero wanders off as he started to feel a bit homesick. Sure, he has bad memoriesthere and needed a change of scenery, but he also had good ones too.
Like the time he drew a penis on Doc's face while he was sleeping.
Hero grinned. That's what he gets for eating my pizza.
Or when the crew baited him to fight at the Terror Dome rocking the eraserhead haircut and instead of getting laughed at by the crowd, they cheered.
He placed his right hand on his forehead and chuckled. How the fuck did I pull that off?
Or meeting Avon for the first time…
The chuckling stopped. Hero put on a poker-faced expression standing up from his chair, leaning on the rail, and watched the city thinking about all the things he's been through since taking the responsibility of being a dad.
All the ridicule…
All the bonding…
All the frustration…
All the laughs…
All the sacrifice…
All the love…
No matter how his life has become presently or will be in the future, for nine year old Hero to stomach up the courage and see his newborn child was-
"The best decision I ever made in my life."
*Knock-Knock-Knock*
A sly smileappeared on the young man's face as he turned his head inside of the living room eyeing the front door.
Right on time.
Hero walked back into the apartment with swagger, closing the sliding door as he does it. The swag kind of faded a bit when he checked the hallways to see if Avon wasn't out of his room.
Good, he still sleep.
But the swag came back by the time he made it to the entryway. Hero unlocked the doorknob and opened the door and when he did, the person he's been waiting for revealed to be…
His beautiful girlfriend, Carmen.
Lewd looks were exchanged by the lovers the moment their eyes met and rightly so. Due to school, work, and a certain child's cock blocking, they haven't been able to have 'quality time' together like they used to. But now nothing was in their way. They wanted each other and they wanted each other bad.
Surprisingly, the older woman's attire is extremely toned down from the usual as she's wearing a black trench coat which covered her entire body, but her footwear is five inch clear platform heels.
But Hero knew better than that. The young man wasn't feeling disappointed. On the contrary, he's feeling quite anticipated as he's the one who told her what to come out in.
Including what's under.
The temptress wasted no time as she boldly unveiled her coat before even stepping inside of the apartment, letting it fall on the floor. Other than her heels, she submitted herself to him wearing a newly bought black fingerless fishnet gloves and exotic fishnet body stocking that not only exposed her arms, but her breasts, and shaved pussy as well.
At the sight of Carmen's stunning outfit, Hero's pants became a prison and a massive bulge begins to show. "That's a good bitch." Glad that she followed his directions.
The lascivious woman took a step forward wrapping around her arms around the taller teen's neck, bringing him down to her level, and whispered ever so sexy in his ear,
"Fuck me, big daddy."
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*DING… DONG… DING… DONG*
Nearly 6,000 miles away, the bell tolls in the afterhours of Florence, Italy. Suddenly the moon's teeth started to bleed while a blonde woman with what seems to be snake tattoos on her arms, wearing a black sleeveless body-length suit with a hoodie covering her face on a broomstick appeared in front of it for the whole city to see. But as clear as day, she wasn't an ordinary woman. She is in fact a witch – a witch named Medusa Gorgon.
And Medusa's eyes were glued on what's below her - the Basilica of Santo Maria Novella church.
Why?
'Cause not only she's a sinister witch, but she's also a mad scientist to boot and she just let loose her guinea pig – her very own offspring, Chrona Gorgon.
"Go on, eat. You are the ultimate creature; a Meister and Weapon together in one form."
To the naked eye, she looks to be talking to herself, but in actuality, inside the church, the child heard every word.
Def Jam/Soul Eater
A street gang called the Materazzi has had a very bad day. Earlier this morning, the rep of the self-proclaimed most dangerous crew in all of Florence took a huge hit as they were humiliated and beaten by one boy.
One albino-haired boy.
Late at night, the church becomes the crew's hideout and if a non-member of the Materazzi enters their hideout, gets regulated on the real. So you can describe the expression they wore when a unhealthily thin pink-haired teen wearing a tight black old style robe who made his way in the church with a seemingly concerned look on his face as the teen hold his arm. They probably would've thought that this person just wondered aimlessly into their hideout…
If he wasn't holding a long black Scandinavian broadsword that is.
Quickly, the gang of over fifty men surrounded the youngster with caution.
"Hey, what you doing in our turf, pinky?" The leader demanded.
"Eat all of their souls. Every last one." Medusa orders him in telepathy.
"No, please. I'm not up for it yet." Chrona pleaded out. "They're not even Kishins."
"Do you hear me, punk? What the fuck you doin' here?" The leader yelled.
"Who are you talking to anyway, faggot?" Another gang member said.
Must I do everything? Medusa thought as she performed a spell.
"Nake, snake, cobra, cob-bra."
After she said the magic words, the witch opened her mouth and a black snake came out to do her bidding heading straight for the child.
"It's all right. Believe in yourself. You will become a Demon God."
As those words were said, the black snake went in the church, and inside the head of Chrona, manipulating the child's mind as he gains a ferocious bloodlust.
"Hehe-hehe, aha-haha." The boy laughed disturbingly, creeping out the gang. "Hehehehehe, I am a Demon God."
"Don't think you can walk into our headquarters and then think you can go back home, you fuckin' brat!" The leader threatens, with a hint of fear in his voice.
"The Basilica of Santo Maria Novella is a public place." Chrona informed them so calm that it was scary. "Even though, there isn't a place for people like you anywhere. Which is why Ragnarok will eat you. Right, Ragnarok?"
Strangely enough, the black sword unexpectedly manifested red lips just above the hilt and the sword grinned for a moment before-
"PEYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH~!"
The Materazzi gang covered their ears in massive pain from Ragnarok's monstrous screech.
"WHAT WITH THAT SWORD?" The leader screamed.
"IT"S TOO LOUD!" A member stating the obvious.
"Listen, everybody. Are you having fun?" Chrona's grey eyes shifted every switch a way while he rambled on. "The doors in this church open inward, don't they? Ahaha, that thing yesterday was sure fun, huh? What was it that happened? I don't remember. No matter. But this much I know… my blood is black."
It was music to Medusa's ears as heard nothing madness running wild while the city began to drench in blood from the moon's mouth.
"PIGYEEEEIIIAAAAAAH~!"
Def Jam/Soul Eater
In a dark living room setting, a nine year boy's body shook in fear as he stared into the eyes of his drunken, infuriated mom.
He knew what was coming next. All he do now is prepare for the inevitable.
*POW*
"You had sex with your teacher? You disgusting little bastard!"
The boy fell to the carpet floor groaning in agony holding his nose as it broke by the right hand of his own mother. But it wouldn't be enough as she used her high heel shoe to kick the ribcage of the child.
*STOMP*
"Aaah!" The boy screamed.
"No wonder why a retard like you had good grades on your report cards! You're just a manslut like your father!"
"It's not true!"
Hero woke up loudly from his traumatizing slumber in a cold sweat. He looked frantically at the area around him and realized the dark quiet room he's in is actually his bedroom.
He buried his head into his hands, sliding down slowly until his frustrated expression appeared once more. You'll never stop haunting me, won't you, Mom?
Before the teen could sigh in relief that he was back in the real world, he heard a smacking sound beside him that is impossible to ignore.
Wondering what the hell that is, he turned to his right and realized he wasn't alone. In the bed with him smacking her mouth, is Carmen still in her fishnet outfit sleeping like a baby with hickeys on her body (especially one on each ass cheek).
What the? Hero then looked down and noticed that he is completely naked, dick slinging with hickeys on his damn self.
In a flash, he remembered what they were doing with and to each other as a cocky smirk appeared on his face. No wonder why she's smacking her mouth. My cum is pretty tasty.
The teen grabbed the cover at the end of the bed and placed it over the both of them as he leans towards his woman and kissed her gently on the forehead. "Good night, babe." Hero says softly before falling back on his pillow.
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the east coast
Hero turned to his left as he heard Kool Keith's words ring on his T-Mobile Sidekick on the counter. The young man looked at his alarm clock to see what time it was.
Midnight? Hero thought as picked up his phone. Who could be calling me at this ho…ur…. ... Fuck.
He cursed under his breath when he saw the caller id. To Hero, for him to get the call at a time like this from them means only one thing…
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the ea-
"Hello?"
Def Jam/Soul Eater
"We found him."
Chrona and Ragnarok weren't the only Weapon/Meister duo in town as Maka and Soul ventured thru the rooftops of Florence chasing down their target and finally they got their man right where they want him.
"Shit!" The bag-wearing serial killer cursed as he realized he has nowhere to hide.
"Listen here you homicidal maniac, Sonson J, I will take your soul!" Maka promises.
"Hypocrites!" Sonson yelled. "How come you people get to kill all you want?" The murderer wearing the number 13 on his shirt jumped towards her with his butcher knife in psychotic rage.
"It's not fair!"
Maka jumps too as the scythe has a longer reach than Sonson's knife when she cuts the man completely in half and the body completely dissolves and all that is left is a red colored soul.
"It's not like we do whatever we want." Maka responds coldly as she lands back on the rooftop while Soul changes back to human form. "With this, we completed our Italy assignment."
"Yeah, my third soul." Soul replies drooling at the evil soul like it was dinner time. "Time to chow down the only way I know how: coolly." The Demon Scythe went onto eat the soul and shallow it whole.
"Say, Soul, do souls taste good?" Maka asked as she always wondered what they taste like.
"Yeah. They're delicious." Soul answers. "They don't have much taste, but I love the texture when it's going down."
"Huh…" Maka pondered. "Come to think of it, I wonder if Black*Star and Tsubaki are having any luck with collecting souls."
"They have zilch amount of talent when it comes to soul collection, so I doubt it." Soul said.
Maka slouches sadly as she knows who's at fault for her not getting any souls. "Poor Tsubaki."
"Black*Star's motivation is not pointed at soul collecting is all and lately his motivation has been centered on Hero." Soul explained.
A vein appeared on Maka's forehead. "Argh, don't mention that jerk's name." Maka said with displeasure as she thinks back to the 'absurd' things Hero did and said since she met him.
*Ear Twist* "Have you lost your mind? I don't know if your parents told you this or not, but books are for reading!"
"… Especially if your partner's a certain girl that I could've sworn a second ago was whining like a little bitch about how we can't win and wanted someone to save her… So do me a favor and take her fake-ass resolve and go home…"
"Maka rhymes for baka!" (A/N: Japanese word for fool, idiot, etc)
Ok, he may not have said the last one out loud, but he's definitely thinking it. He's such a pig, I hate him! She thought angrily.
Soul sweat dropped at the vision of his angry partner and turned to the opposite direction scratching his head. She's still mad at him for pulling her ear (and other things). Soul figured. If this keeps up, he'll be just as hated as Death-Scythe. "Anyways, let's go home." He says walking away, "Wait for a bit, I'll bring the bike around." He told her as an excuse to be away from her so she can cool down.
"Soul, wait."
Crap!
The Demon Scythe looked back to see Maka's back, unaware of her widened eyes. "Hm? Is there something wrong?" He asks hoping there isn't a Maka Chop coming his way.
"That building…" The Meister uttered staring at the church.
Phew. "I seem to remember you saying that we weren't here to have fun and sightsee, too bad, so sad." Soul said humorously.
"That's not it." Maka retorted. "I just sensed something. What is this feeling?" Maka wondered trying to understand what's going on inside that building. "A bunch of wound-up souls… There's so such noise." Maka closes her eyes to further contemplate. Concentrate… Concentrate…
After a few moments, her Soul Perception began to kick in.
"The building I pointed out, I can sense the souls of a Weapon and Meister. And then there are a number of 50 or 60 human souls circling them."
"Wow, you can tell that much?" Soul said surprised.
"This is a first time for me." She responds as she's surprised herself. "It looks like the humans inside are the punks you beat up earlier in the afternoon."
"Oh, those guys." He says dully. "Why should we care? If they want to get their asses kicked again, that's on them."
"I don't like them either too, Soul. But they're still human and just only punks, not Kishin eggs." She disagreed.
"Let's just forget about them, Maka." He said trying to convince her. "You sure they're not just wild 'n' out?"
"Don't be irresponsible!" Maka shouted. "We're representatives of the Academy, we can't let it slide! I have a bad feeling about it! If anything happens, it'll be too late!"
"Alright, you win! Geez!" Soul surrendered. "But I swear if we rush in there and see Black*Star gathering everyone saying "welcome to my big show," I'm gonna cry."
"I hope that's all it is." She prayed.
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*DING… DONG… DING… DONG*
After a few minutes of high-speed riding, Soul makes his stop in front of the church.
"We're here." He says eyeing the holy structure. "I have to admit, I love the gothic architecture. Really cool building."
Maka gasped as she sensed something's gone terribly wrong. "No way! It can't be possible!" She says in shock hopping off the motorcycle and running to the front door.
"Maka, what's wrong." Soul asked.
"What's going on? In an instant…"
Soul gets off the bike as well, walking towards his partner. "Relax, slow your role, I can't follow what you're trying to say."
*DING… DONG… DING… DONG…*
A hush went over the area as the bell finally stopped.
"All gone…" Maka managed to say with her attention on the top of the church.
"The bell? Yeah, it stopped." Soul said misunderstanding what she meant.
"No. I'm talking about the 50-60 human souls that disappeared in one moment. All that is left is the Weapon and Meister." The stupefied female tells him while putting on her hand on the door thinking about what she should do now. Her mind became an inner battle between instinct and curiosity.
And the decision she's about to make will be a matter of life or death.
Something is telling me that I should stay away from this door and leave the premises immediately…
"Take your fake-ass resolve and go home…"
But I have to see. I have to know. As a representative of the Academy, it's my duty to know what happened.
Unfortunately, her curiosity won as she pushes the doors open. Maka and Soul could feel the madness blowing like the wind. The two laid their eyes on a pink-haired person with a feminine figure and a boyish face.
"See? The doors open inward." Chrona welcomes them.
But the Scythe Meister and Weapon knew that something was not right about this picture.
"What the hell? Where's his partner?" Soul questioned.
Maka couldn't believe what she was seeing with her Soul Perception. Something she's never seen before - and may never see again. "How can that be?"
"Now what?" He responds wondering what's up with her now.
"Lady Medusa, the other two has arrived." Ragnarok said inside of Chrona's body.
"Be quiet, Ragnarok. They'll hear you." Chrona whispered harshly.
"There are definitely two souls standing in front of us, but not what we can see. Which means…" She paused for a moment trying to apprehend what she's about to reveal, "… there is a Weapon inside his body."
Chrona's eyes widened. How did she know?
Def/Jam Soul Eater
"I really screwed up this time."
Back in Death City, Nevada, where the Hollywood lights of DWMA shins the night skies, a depressed Death-Scythe is walking through the empty halls like it's the end of the world thinking about his mistake and what he's going to do now.
"To think that Maka would be on an extracurricular lesson… The only way I can see Maka now is to come to Shibusen. But coming here poses a gigantic obstacle as I might run into him… Franken Stein!" He voiced in terror carelessly as Stein might be able to hear him. "All I want to do is see my daughter, but his presence prevents that from happening!"
Even though he was scared of a possible reunion with Stein…
"But Papa won't give up!" The determined redhead pumped his fist with fire in his eyes. "I will overcome this barrier and you'll understand how much love I have for you, Maka!" He vows refusing the thought of never seeing his daughter again and nothing is going to stop him. Not Stein, not family courts, not anybody…!
"But before that happens, I need a beautiful lady nurse to heal my wounded heart! It's mandatory!"
Except pussy.
Which is why he's currently standing by the door of the infirmary hoping he'll be able get some of her delicious honey pot.
The love-crazed Weapon went inside the room and pounced on her. Hugging and snuggling the nurse's waist.
"I've been waiting for you, my angel. Please heal my heart with your sweet medical love!" As Death-Scythe looked up, within a split second, his happy face changed into terror as he saw who he's hugging wasn't exactly a nurse… hell, it wasn't even a woman… He was hugging his worst case scenario.
"Hey Spirit, I've been waiting for you."
"IT'S STEINNNNN!" Death-Scythe shouted in tears back pedaling out of the room to the hallway wall. The shaking redhead felt like he was trapped like a rat as Stein took a few steps forward.
"I-I don't know why y-you're here, but I'm not a-afraid of you anymore!" He said unconvincingly. "My scars from your experiments have disappeared! Yeah, how do you like that?"
"Then, you must've noticed that I swapped your middle toes from left to right." Stein deadpanned.
"HUH? Are you out of your mind? How could you!" Stein shrieked as he started to take off his shoes and check frenziedly at his feet.
"I'm lyyyying." Stein kidded.
"You know, your daughter sure has grown over the years." The Doctor says. "When I heard that you were getting married, I was very skeptic. 'This will never work out' I believed. But as I scene you two get close, I was convinced otherwise. Saying its okay, 'their love will last forever.'"
Death-Scythe would rather be buried alive than listen to that. After a long moment of silence, the nervous red-head walked back into the room awkwardly and finally spoke up.
"…Um… Er… About that… You may not be aware of this, but we actually got a divorce last month."
"I know." Stein smirked.
In a fit of rage, Death-Scythe grabbed Stein by the collar, and started shaking him viciously. "DAMMIT! I'M GONNA KILL YOU, YOU COLD-HEARTED BASTARD!"
"Am I interrupting something?"
The shaking stopped and the two men's attention went to the doorway as they saw it was Hero in his fighting clothes with an entertained expression on his face.
"Hero, what are you doing here?" Scythe questioned.
The black teen's facial features changed to a serious one. "That's what I want to know. They told me to meet in the infirmary about something urgent." He answers now looking at the Professor. "So… What's the deal?"
The confused Death-Scythe turns to Stein, who is also wore a serious expression.
"The Demon Sword has appeared."
Def Jam/Soul Eater
"Wha? What do you mean, Maka? You're saying there's a Weapon inside that dude?" Soul questioned.
"Not for long. It's coming out." Maka told him and just like she said…
"MAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Chrona screamed in excruciating pain as Ragnarok came out of the child's back and took a huge, black muscular form with large white gloved hands, several spikes on his back, white ping-pong eyes with x pupils, and a big white X on his face.
"P'ggg…"
Maka gasped at the sight of the humongous creature staring at her for a short while before looking down at its Meister… and punching it on the side of the head.
"Ow, that hurts." Chrona said helplessly and the Demon Sword did a two-fist noogie and other bullying tactics on him. "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Stop it! You're hurting me! Quit squeezing! Stop poking me! You're bruising my nose! I SAID STOP IT, RAGNAROK, THAT'S ENOUGH!"
Black Blooded one backed off with his hands up "Whoa, whoa, whoa, Chrona, calm down. You're scary when you're stressed out like that."
"It can talk…? This is really weird."Maka sweat dropped a bit before snapping it out and enforcing souls. "You should know that the hunting of human souls is forbidden. Are you Shibusen students?"
"Shibusen? What's that?" Chrona said confused as Ragnarok began stretching his face again. "She said it was okay to eat them. So what's wrong the problem?"
Everything. Maka thought glaring at the two.
Chrona started to blush lightly looking away from her nervously. "… I… don't know how to deal with talking to girls. They make me jumpy."
"Enough about that, her soul looks tasty." The Demon Sword said.
"Meisters and Weapons are not allowed to hunt for human for any reason." Maka enforced. "As a representative of the Academy, it is my duty to stop you!" She says ready to fight.
"Let's do this, Chrona." Ragnarok acknowledges and Chrona nods in agreement as the Weapon began to form as a black liquid and Chrona reached his hand into it and pulled back out Ragnarok in his Demon Sword form.
"The black fluid turned into a sword." Maka said what obviously happened.
For Chrona, time for talking was over as he sped towards Maka to strike her down.
"He's attacking from below!" Soul warned as Maka listened using her partner to block the sword.
"You!" Maka backs up a bit and pops Chrona in the face with a left backfist.
"You're gonna start poking me too?" The bruised cheek Chrona says.
Maka answered by swinging her scythe overhead, but Chrona managed to dodge it. Maka then used the top snaith of Soul to leap over using her knees to connect with Chrona's back, trapping him stomach first on the floor.
"You got him, Maka!" Soul encouraged.
"YAAAAAAA!" The Scythe Meister hollered and Chrona surprisingly looked on normally as Maka aimed to cut Chrona's head off.
Back in the sky above the church, instead of being saddened about her child's "demise", Medusa chuckled lightly. "With a strike like that…"
"… You won't decapitate me."
"!" Maka's face was in absolute shock as the blade didn't even penetrate the Meister's neck while he stood up like nothing happened. Maka then noticed that there is blood on Chrona's collar neck, but it wasn't red…
"Black Blood?" Maka spoke in awe.
"Yes…" Chrona said leaning in close to her "My blood is black."
Maka jumps back in surprised distancing herself from him.
"What's up with his body?" Soul tried to figure out.
"I'm not entirely sure, but… I think his blood is the Weapon." Maka determined. "We cut his skin, but his blood hardened, preventing us from getting through his blood vessels."
"If that's the case, is there any way to beat him?" The Scythe Weapon asked.
Maka knew they were in a real dilemma. "None of our normal or Witch Hunter attacks will work. If only I could use my soul wavelength like Black*Star does…"
Medusa was not pleased at Chrona's stalling. "Chrona, why are you taking it so easy?"
"But it's not like before. They were all boys and she's a girl. How am I supposed to treat her?" Chrona said out loud.
"Hehehehehe." Medusa laughed for a moment. "Silly Chrona… Kill her like the rest." She ordered.
"What the? Who the hell is he talking to?" Soul said getting weird out by him as Chrona kept talking.
"Oh, I can kill the girl then? It never ran through my mind. Don't you want to watch me play with her hair first? Those doors open inward, you know."
"Ragnarok… Scream Resonance." Crona positioned the sword in front of him, revealing Ragnarok's mouth to them and-
"KIEYAAAAAAAAPYAAAH~!"
Maka winced at the horrible sound which Chrona makes the best of the opportunity swinging his sword downward creating a dark black monster with purple aura grinding through the floor towards the duo to "eat" them with its massive teeth, but Maka was able to guard herself from it. Chrona jumped towards her with the same attack and Maka was barely able to block that one, pushing her back.
"Maka! Guard!" Soul called as Chrona thrust his sword forward and Maka defends in time for it to become a deadlock.
"AAAAAAAEEEEEEEYYIIIII~!"
But because of Ragnarok's screeches it wouldn't last long as the Demon Sword starts to penetrate through Demon Scythe cutting Soul's left shoulder.
"GARGH!"
"Soul!" She yelled at the sight of Soul's blood gushing out of the scythe and thought fast by kicking Chrona's stomach, forcing him away from them.
"Soul! Are you ok? Speak to me!" Maka asked in extreme worry.
"Don't be worrying about me! I'm prepared to die for my Meister!" Soul attempting (and failing) to reassure her. "But what we should be worry about is that blade! It can become an electric saw that causes vibrations with its scream!"
Maka realized she made a huge mistake.
I screwed up…
She let her emotions get the best of her and they're now about to pay the price for her actions.
"IIIIAAAEEEEEEEYYAAAIII~!"
Not only I don't have any offensive moves, but defense is out of the question, too! We can't win like this! I have to run away! She thought as she backpedaled, but to only be stopped by the door that mysteriously closed during the fight.
"Damn! It shut!" She cursed and started ramming the doors, but unfortunately it wouldn't budge. "Why won't it open?"
"That's not going to work, you know." Chrona informs her lifting Ragnarok over his head.
"AAMYAAAAAEEEIEIIII~!"
Maka turned around in fright, knowing there is no escape. Looking at what would be the last thing she'll ever see – the Demon Sword.
"Silly girl, you have to understand your surroundings." He says. "Those doors open inward."
"MAKA! GUARD NOW!" Soul demanded.
"BUT, IF I DO YOU'LL DIE!" Maka refused knowing it's a lose-lose situation.
In the heat of the moment, Soul turned back to human form protecting his Meister like a shield as he was slashed by the pink-haired Meister from his left shoulder to his right hip.
Maka stared in horror while Chrona leaned down curiously looking at the Demon Weapon collapsing face first with floor running red with Soul's blood.
"SOOOOOOUL!" Maka cried kneeing down to her fallen partner.
A satisfied smirk appeared on Medusa's face. "Now, Crona - kill them and eat their souls."
"I understand." Chrona replied.
The now fragile Scythe Meister was too focused on her partner's health than what was in front of her, flipping him over, positioning him in her arms, gasping at how deep and bloody the wound is. "No… Soul…"
"Dumbass…" Soul said weakly, "… Get out of here."
Chrona position his/her Demon Sword to deliver the final blow to the duo. "Now then…"
Maka held him close to say her last words before they would meet their end. "Soul… I'm sorry. This is my fault. All of it." She apologized, but Maka's pleading voice went unheard as Soul already lost consciousness.
Like a blessing, before Chrona could cut them down, a dark black blade busts through the door and piercing through the surprised Chrona's torso.
"Huh? My body! How did it get there?"
Maka shot her head up with a startled look seeing what just occurred and suddenly beside her the door began to crack until a boot destroys it, kicking the Meister's chest sending the boy off the scythe thru the other side of the church rumbling and tumbling. As the figure entered the church, Maka instantly recognized the person.
"Professor Stein!" Maka says in a mixture of shock and relief until she realized the black blade looked similar. "Wait a minute, if you're here, then the blade must be…"
"Your Papa is here!"
Maka's father changed to human form standing face forward with broad shoulders and all to impress his daughter. How was it Maka? Burn an image of your father's gallant and unselfishness into your mind!
Death-Scythe's confident smirk faded as he turn to see his daughter is not even paying attention to him while Professor Stein takes off his lab coat to cover Soul's body.
She's wasn't watching!
"Professor, is Soul going to be alright?" She desperately asks the older Meister.
"I applied first aid, but the wound is pretty serious. He needs proper treatment or he won't make it." Stein told her bluntly.
"But I have to admit though, even for a kid that was over faster than I expect it would." Death-Scythe said out loud staring at the child lying on the floor. He also said it in all confidence that the child couldn't have survived being stabbed in the chest so gruesomely and in other cases, he would be right to believe that.
But soon the Demon Weapon would realize he wasn't facing any ordinary foe as the pink-haired Meister got back on his feet with his right hand holding his left arm looking a bit fearful by what should have been the end of him.
"I hardened around the wound and stopped the bleeding." Ragnarok informed him before popping out of his back again, "Now say thank you!"
"Th-Thank you."
"Where's the 'very much'? You ungrateful motherfu…!" Unsatisfied, Ragnarok launched at Chrona again.
"Ouch, please that hurts! Stop!"
"This is your own fault!"
"Ow!"
Death-Scythe titled his head, "Huh?" Not only the kid wasn't even hurt (let alone dead), but he was seeing a big black thing coming from the kid's back and banging its gloved fist on the child's noggin.
"I never thought in my wildest dreams that my first trip to Italy would be this."
The good guys saw walking thru the empty doorway is an urban teen with an expression that he can't believe what he is seeing.
And another person who can't believe what they're seeing is Maka and it's not referring to the duo she just fought. Hero?
"And what the hell is that?" Hero asked pointing at the Demon Sword.
"Ah, great more company." Ragnarok sneers while he continues tormenting Chrona.
This is fucking crazy. Hero thought. But yet…
In the corner of his eye, Hero viewed Soul on the cold floor wrapped in Stein's coat not awake and thought for a second that the worst has come to past. Hero felt relieved as he seen Soul chest go up and down, even though it was in a slower pace than normal. Despite not being friendly with Soul for various reasons, he doesn't like anyone dying on his watch.
Not even Maka… Who he's very pissed off at right now. So pissed that he hasn't glance at her at all as he feels he may say something that even he knows is not appropriate at this time.
Stein puffed his cigarette before answering, "Students… That is the reason why Shibusen was founded."
"The reason why the Academy was founded?" Maka repeated. "Is he… a Kishin?" Maka guessed.
"Technically no, but he's one step away." He retorts remembering the conversation he had with Lord Death in Death Room before leaving for the mission.
*Flashback Starting*
"I ask of you Stein, take Death-Scythe and stop the Demon Sword from awakening to a Kishin."
"That is the reason you brought me back to Shibusen, ultimately. Consider it done."
"One last thing – Hero will be accompanying you as well."
Stein's expression didn't change as he heard the surprising addition to the mission. He knows firsthand that the teen is strong and is getting stronger by the minute, but Hero is fully committed to fatherhood and he has the instinct of a survivor, not a killer, which is why never bother use his scythe when they battled.
"… You're betting a lot on this kid aren't you?"
"On the contrary Stein, I know you and Death-Scythe can handle yourselves, but I just want him to observe and understand what we're up against with his own eyes. I'm depending on you, Stein. We cannot allow Kishin to rise and plague this world again."
*Flashback Ending*
"Now then…" Stein stood up, taking the cigarette out of his mouth, "We have one more job to do."
"Yeah!" Death-Scythe transformed into plain black scythe with the handle resembling a cross for Stein to grab his snaith and be set for battle.
"Stand back, kid. You did your part, but this is our fight now." Stein says to the younger father.
"No problem." He responds backing off leaning against the wall. Now I can see you fight seriously. "But you better not lose Stein or it'll make me look bad losing to you."
"Sure thing." Stein waved him off.
"Your part?" Maka murmured wondering what he exactly done.
Hero sighed tiredly. "Who the fuck you think drove 88 miles per hour in a country he's never been in withstanding your father yelling in his ear about his 'precious baby girl' to make sure you two don't die?" Hero deadpanned.
The older father blushed rubbing the back of his head embarrassment. "Yeah, sorry about that."
Meanwhile on the other side the church…
"Hey, are you doing standing around for? If you don't your head out of your ass, I'mma wake you up every hour on the hour, got it?" Ragnarok threatened while poking and pinching its Meister's nose.
"No, don't do that!" Chrona begged, struggling to get the Demon Sword away from his nose. "The circles under my eyes would come back again! I don't know how to deal with dark circles!"
Medusa seeing how things are suddenly developing, instead of being worried, she was intrigued. "Shibusen's strongest soldier and Death-Scythe. This should be a good test to see how long Chrona will last."
"Get them, Chrona." Medusa ordered mentally and Demon Sword's shenanigans stopped as it went back inside and into Weapon form.
"Spirit, can you defend against the Demon Sword?" Stein asked needing know what his limitations would be in this fight before it begins.
"Who do you think I am? I'm my baby's Papa!" Scythe responded feeling offended that his former partner is questioning his abilities.
Former partner…
"How many years has it been since we teamed up like this, friend?" Scythe questioned.
"Ha, ha, ha, we're getting old are we, friend?" Stein retorts.
"I haven't aged a bit," Scythe denials, "but I can't say the same about you."
Chrona made the first move charging at the older duo thrust first with Demon Sword.
"I never seen someone with a screw stuck in their head before! I don't know how to deal with someone like that!"
"Kill him! Kill them all!" Ragnarok told him.
Chrona swung and Stein blocks the attack with the cross part of the snaith. Stein paid attention closely as he seen the sword beginning to vibrate and used the cross to flip him/her over snapmare style on the floor.
"Soul Force!" He shouted taking his left hand and releasing his soul wavelength onto Chrona's stomach.
"Stein can use his soul wavelength directly, too." Maka reminded herself. "He could actually cause some damage that way."
"Hurts like a bitch, don't it?" Hero called out to the opponent knowing perfectly well how that technique feels. But then he gasped as he saw the kid coughing up blood... but to his surprise, it wasn't red. Is that… black blood?
"One more!" Stein said surging from his hand again, but suddenly he felt a spark pain in his lower back like he's been knifed.
"What?" He turned around and saw that a black spike penetrated him and where the spike came from.
"The blood that was spilled from earlier?" The Professor figured out replaying the time when Death-Scythe stabbed Chrona and the Soul Force just now. He knew now using Soul Force has consequences and had to be careful.
But things would get worse as Ragnarok hardens the drops of blood into little balls and floated around Stein.
"Bloody Needle!" The droplets changed to needles and extended to pierce Stein and he luckily leaped out of the way.
"Professor!" Maka yelled worriedly.
"He's using his blood as a weapon? How is an ability like that possible?"
What he said. The openmouthed Hero thought.
"He's a Demon Sword, created because of the overhunting of souls." Stein said. "If we don't stop him here, he'll undoubtedly become a Kishin. Additionally, with the Meister and Demon Sword's soul…" Stein uses his Soul Perception to see the uniqueness of the big hot pink 'X' marked soul wavelength.
"The Weapon's soul is the dominant one and you get the feeling that kid is being bullied into using it. Momentarily, the bullyee still has strength left to fight back against the bullyer, but when it consumes his soul completely, it becomes dangerous.
Stein's evaluation made Hero wonder about Chrona. If that was the case, then this kid is someone's underling. And highly doubt the Demon Sword is the puppet master.
"Also," He says seeing something very suspicious circling the child's soul, "what is that snake coiling around him?"
"If you get me hit with that technique again, I am put thumbtacks in your shoes!" Ragnarok vowed angrily while fish hooking Chrona.
"Oh, no! I don't know how to deal with something sticking to my feet! I couldn't even go outside!" Chrona retorted.
The two stopped their quarreling as they saw Stein approaching them and Ragnarok used Bloody Needle to stop him in his tracks, but the Meister dodged every single one of them.
"Waaaa!" Chrona thrusts his sword forward out of fright and Stein uses his scythe and upper body strength to push away the kid easily.
"So this is his fighting style with a Weapon, huh?" Hero said studying him. That boy has no shot of beating Stein straight up and the same type of move won't work twice.
"Yeah, I get it." Maka starting to noticed it too. "He alternatively guards with Papa as a shield and immediately with his left land…"
"Soul Force!" Nailing Chrona in his stomach again, pushing him right out of the open doorway like a ragdoll.
"Basic, predictable, and effective." Hero said impressed.
"Wow." Maka gaped at the power of her teacher.
The droplets surrounded Stein again and extended their spikes, but once again the Professor avoids it, running out of the church to finish the job. But the man would walk right into a trap as he saw a droplet staring dead at him.
"A time-lag attack?"
"They set him up!" Hero realized.
"Die you fuckin' screwball!" The still recovering Ragnarok hollered with a hatred tone.
"Dodge it!" Maka shouted alarmingly.
Stein ever so wanted to do what the girl said, but unfortunately the stab wound in his lower back from Bloody Needle earlier was kicking in. The spike pushed forward aiming for Stein's skull and all the Meister could do is move his head, but from up close, he couldn't completely dodge the attack as it sliced the right side of Professor's forehead, destroying his glasses in the process.
"Professor!" Maka called out after seeing drops of Stein's red blood hitting the concrete.
Damn, anybody lesser than Stein would've been a goner for sure. Hero grunted.
"Pigyaiyaaaaa!"
The Demon Sword wasn't done as it spread even more of the spilled blood around the duo for the final attack.
"This is the end, screwball!" It declared.
"I'm gonna dissect now!" Stein said in his way of welcoming the challenge. "Spirit!"
"Right!" Death-Scythe answered already knowing what they're going to do next.
Franken started rotating the Scythe in a very fast motion matching the speed of the droplets circling them.
"Bloody Needle!" As the black spikes headed towards Stein…
"Experimental Ectoplasm!" The Meister called out slamming the bottom of the snaith on the ground and out of nowhere, a big marshmallow like blob with a bolt on its head appeared, protecting him from the bloodied spikes.
"Oh, my! This is too much for my skin!" The blob complained.
Hero and Maka were in shock.
"Did that blob talked just now…?"
"Uh-huh…"
"GUYPAIII! He blocked it?" Ragnarok became so irate that it took its eye off the opponent for a second and when it looked back, it only seen the scythe standing up with no Meister in sight.
"Eh? Where did the screwball go?" The Demon sword looked side-to-side and finally upward to see Stein front flipping in the air and dropped an axe kick on the top of Chrona's skull which help didn't matters at all as Chrona was already rattled when he was hit with the second Soul Force.
"Damn it! He scrambled his brain!" Ragnarok cursed looking at its Meister's condition. "Hurry up and snap out of it! If we take one more hit from his soul wavelength we're gonna lose!"
But for Chrona, "I can see planets… I don't know how to deal with planets…" the lights were on, but no one's home.
Franken Stein ran in putting his two palms and let it rip.
"Double Palm Soul Force! Twin Spears!" He hit to Chrona's stomach for the third time, sending the younger Meister several feet away.
As the black blood spewed out of Chrona's mouth and stomach (due to Ragnarok not being able to protect itself), the Maka became concerned of what will happen next. "The needles will come out again!" She tried to warn them.
"That's not gonna happened." Hero disagreed.
He turned out to be right as the blood didn't turn into needles and hit the ground like normal as Chrona and Ragnarok are knocked out.
"He's right, it's over." Stein announced. "It's sad, but you had to be stopped."
"Well, I guess that's it." Medusa says disappointedly. "Seems I have more testing to do."
Back down below, as it looked like everything has come to a close, the good guys' were in for a surprise as Chrona's hand unexpectedly began to twitch looking like the Demon Sword wasn't ready to throw in the towel.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" But the teen would scream in agony as the black snake inside went out of his mouth and needles rapidly came in and out of the Meister's body.
"Holy shit! The fuck is wrong with him?" Hero asked in shock.
"He's going through soul rejection." Stein answered.
"I see now." Maka said using Soul Perception. "Their souls were united until a moment ago and now it's out of whack."
"That's your limit." The witch said coldly lowering itself down from the moon as she now has to go retrieve her guinea pig. "Soul Protect, cancel."
"!" Both Maka and Stein sensed a new soul appeared and what they were sensing is terrifying.
"It's another soul! I don't know where it came from, but I can feel it!" Maka trembled.
"I feel it too… it's a witch." Stein confirmed looking up at the dark sky.
No way!
After hearing Stein's last words, Death-Scythe and Hero immediately look up at they were seeing and saw a figure on a broomstick, but what the Weapons couldn't see what the Meisters can is a massive purple soul wavelength with vector arrows hanging off it.
Hero looked back at Maka and checked out how much she's sweating and trembling in fear. Just like the time she saw Stein's soul. Than that means…
Her soul wavelength must be just as or if not bigger than Stein… Hero concluded. I guess Soul Perception is a gift – and a curse.
"A witch?" Death-Scythe exclaimed.
"Yes and very powerful." Stein said. "And I'm certain she's the one that put the Demon Sword inside of the child's body too."
Hero didn't know why, but he started to feel anger towards her after hearing that.
"That's a witch's soul? Then how…?" The shivering Maka wondered. "How wasn't I able to feel such a powerful soul…?
"Soul Protect." The Professor answered.
"Soul Protect?"
"It's advanced magic some witches can use. A technique that suppresses their soul wavelengths and make them come off as human beings."
"That's a real witch? Mama had to defeat something like that to turn Papa into a Death Scythe?"
"Inexcusable. Chrona is so pathetic." The mother said trashing her own son. "I will have to punish him when we get home."
"Nake snake, cobra, co-bra… Nake snake, cobra, co-bra…" Medusa recited her magic words, stirring up something big. "But before I go, all of you… will be punished too."
"Vector Arrow!"
Hero and Maka were forced to look on helplessly when the witch released a series of black arrows heading their way. With his game face on, Stein twirled Scythe, got into a stance, and-
"LET'S GO! SOUL RESONANCE!"
"Witch Hunter!" The pairing's version of this technique was able to go four different directions and cut down all of the arrows, saving them.
"Impressive. Time to call it a day." She says extending her right arm and the snake tattoo came to life and grabbed Chrona with its mouth and all of them flew away.
"Hold on!" Half of Death-Scythe's leaped out in protest.
"No. Leave her be." Stein told him turning back to the church. "I'm more worried about Soul."
Inside it, Maka is getting teary-eyed staring at her unconscious partner who put his life on the line for her. The life she put at risk for her own curiosity.
Soul…
Suddenly she felt a hand on her left shoulder, she turned back to see her father kneeled down behind her, giving the support that she's needs right now. Like any good father would.
"Papa…"
"Come on, Maka, let's go home."
"I'll get the car." Hero says as he rushes out of the church, avoiding contact with Maka and the two men as he started to feel upset again. And it's not about what went down, but the reasons why he's here in the first place.
Now I know why you sent me here, Death. And I'm not stupid. Witches or not - it's still similar to the streets. This game… This life… There's no love in it and it don't love you back.
Hero going international? Check. Sexual themes? Check. Witches? Check. Fights? Check. Chrona? Check. And yes, Chrona is a male in this story… or is he…? Nah, he's male. Review people!