I am sorry my other chapters have been so short. I will try to make this at least 1500 words… let's see if I can do it.

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This is taking place were we left off. (Maka screaming)

chapter 5~ seeing shinigami

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Maka screamed in terror and Soul reacted by puling Maka away from the coffin car. Maka stumbled backwards landing her self firmly on her butt.

Undertaker, or at this point, a something glowing in the darkness with no soul, had started to stand up and reveal him as the bubbly giggly shinigami we all know he is. He was squirming and giggling back and forth clutching his sides.

Make went on the defense and said, "Hey you that isn't nice!"

Undertaker managed though the giggles, "What are you talking about young meister girl? You gave me quite a laugh, but it wasn't. Oh, you have to make me laugh. You have to make me laugh not giggle young girl." His voice had gotten quite high pitched.

Soul said, "Dude that is so un-cool." He transformed his right arm, (I am not following the manga so he isn't a death scythe) and continued, "Do you know what we can do, Grim Reaper?"

Undertaker squealed and hugged himself even more. Then he pulled a white scythe out of thin air. It had a skull head ornament and it looked like it was made out of bones. Undertaker raised his scythe so it glinted in the low light that they were in.

Maka gasped and the next moment Undertaker jumped out of the coffin and landed right in front of Maka, easily jumping over Soul. Soul turned around and tried to strike Undertaker on the back, but he swung his scythe his shoulder so it was hugging his back, and soul's strike did not make any effect.

Undertaker spun around and batted soul away with the staff of his scythe baseball style. He still had the bladed part hanging over his back. Maka was amazed at how well he could wield his weapon.

Undertaker turned back to Maka and said, "I will tell you anything as long as you give me the best laugh in the whole Nevada area!" Undertaker set his scythe so it was leaning on the wall. He then said, "See I do not have a weapon now, little girl, so I am not a threat now."

Soul then saw his gesture as more of a threat because he was getting too close to Maka, so he ran at him yelling. Undertaker spun around and caught the tip of Soul's scythe head/arm with his thumb and index finger, and kept it there. Undertaker smiled and sent a yellow string of electricity up Soul's arm. Soul recoiled and fell backwards. The electric current was still snaking itself around his arm until he was automatically turned into his scythe form.

Undertaker picked up soul and waved him around. "This kid," he started, "is so light." Undertaker started spinning him around in his left hand.

Maka didn't know what to do about it. Undertaker looked at Maka and said, "Oh, I think I forgot something." Undertaker unleashed a masking shinigami spell, and his soul was released into the room. Maka gasped, it must have been twice as big as Dr. Stein's.

His soul was grey with diamond shaped stitches all around it. In fact, the stitches almost looked like the stitches are intersecting; making the soul look like it had some kind of demented smiley face on it. Maka then came into the reality that he was a shinigami. He is a shinigami that seemed extremely powerful. He had changed Soul into his scythe form at will, and he was swinging it around as if to get a feel for his weight and length.

Maka did not like the fact that he was wielding Soul, so she said something unexpected to herself, "Hey you!" she started rudely, she quickly realized that and tried to sound more polite, "that is my weapon, so if you would respect that then you would give him back."

Undertaker just looked at her with amusement. He said after a suspended silence of Maka trying to find Undertakers eyes, and Undertaker staring at Maka, "Then give me the best laugh!"

Maka's temper flared, so she said, "What is up with your laughing thing? Why can't you just respect that that scythe you are holding is my partner?"

Maka picked Undertaker's scythe, which he had left leaning on the wall next to Maka. Maka was going to charge at Undertaker, when she realized that the scythe was way too heavy for her. She manages to take a few steps, and then she had to drop the scythe in exhaustion. She fell on her hands and knees and screamed, "How the hell do you wield a scythe that heavy?"

Undertaker broke into laughter, and Maka didn't know what to do. She was sure he would wake up everyone in the whole DWMA. Maka said, "Shh I think that you will wake everyone up." Undertaker tried to contain his laughter, so it eventually died down. Undertaker found that he was still holding a silent Soul, so he threw him at Maka, in mid air he changed back into his human form, and sub-sequentially fell onto the exhausted Maka.

Undertaker started laughing again, but this time died out sooner. Undertaker walked over to the two small meister weapon pair and picked up his death scythe. Undertaker walked over to the coffin car and sat on it with his scythe on his lap. He looked up to see that the boy was conscious again and was rubbing his head. Undertaker said, "Is there something else you would like me to do?" his voice was still high pitched.

Maka looked at him in the eyes, or rather bangs, and said, "I would like for you to teach me how to use a scythe like you can."

Undertaker giggled, "I can, but you must know that I have been alive far before even Robin Hood." He giggled again and said, "In fact I was the one who judged his soul, and I judged Marie Antoinette."

Maka was trying to stare in awe, but she couldn't help it. He had judged Marie Antoinette's soul? He had judged Robin Hood's soul? How many other important figures in history had he judged? He rolled his scythe so it glinted light and the whole blade seemed to be glowing.

Soul got up and said, "Dude, how did you knock me out like that?"

Undertaker just said, "When you are my age, you would know a trick or two about getting what you want, after all, I am retired."

Soul and Maka's mouths dropped to the ground. A shinigami that is this strong is retired?

Undertaker just chuckled and said, "It is late in the night, so you best be going to sleep, and I just might teach you how to use a scythe properly, but you will have class tomorrow and you will be training with all of the other shinigami. I bet you will be tuckered out after some time, and I will be catching up with Lord Death." He hopped into the coffin and was about to close it, but he remembered something and said, "Oh, you two should also make friends with Janet. I bet she would like you guys." After that he slammed the door of the coffin shut and his soul wavelength disappeared as if it weren't there.

Maka thought, "He must have some kind of soul masking spell, maybe he can teach that to me."

Maka and Soul decided to take the elder shinigami's words into consideration and go to sleep.

They were making their way to their house, when Maka sensed a soul that wasn't right. Was it a shinigami? It was jumping around on the roofs. Maka decided to investigate and told soul to turn back into his scythe form.

Maka got to the rooftops and started running towards the form, she then realized that it was two forms. It was apparent to her that they were shinigami souls. There wasn't any other soul that radiated in that way and she had gotten used to Death The Kid's soul wavelength. She kept running after them, and after a short while the two shinigami realized that they were being followed. They both stopped running and turned to look at the meister weapon pair. Maka had to run all the way up to them to recognize them.

The two shinigami snickered something that Maka could not hear.

Soon enough Maka was only a rooftop away. And the apprentice master pair were tense and ready for a battle.

When Maka was on the same rooftop as they were, the older reaper fingered something behind his back, and the apprentice walked forward towards Maka. Janet snickered something and pulled out a small trainee scythe from her belt.

Maka was about to say something, but the master, Grell Sutcliff, said, "How about some midnight training, Janet?"

Janet raised her scythe in an unspoken "yes" and stepped a little forward. Janet said, "Why are you following us? You have no business here." Her voice was cold and un-inviting.

Maka just said, "I was just seeing to what you were up to." Maka let out an exasperated sigh, "I was just curios."

Janet seemed to loosen up a bit, but she said, "Did Lord Death send you to stop us?"

Maka wondered about what they could be doing that Lord Death would not approve. She said, "No, but I want to know what you are doing running on the rooftops at the middle of the night."

Janet just turned her back to her and said, "That would be none of your business, and I do not want you to follow us." Janet and her master Grell once again ran off into the night. Maka didn't try to follow them because she had a plan of her own to have them stop. If they didn't have approval from Lord Death to do these errands, then they would have to get one.

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~Next morning~

Maka woke soul up at five-o-clock one morning and told him that they were going to have a "talk" with lord death about the shinigami's night outing. Soul said that he would be there later, but Maka heaved him out of bed and when he didn't do anything to show the signs of not giving in; she threatened to pour a glass of cold water on his head. Soul got dressed and ate breakfast oddly early that morning.

When the pair were in the death room, Lord Death was sleeping inside of his mirror and was suddenly awoken by Maka's call.

When Lord Death asked why she was at school so early, he was still wearing a sleeping cap with teddy bears and moons on it.

When Maka explained the whole night to them, Lord Death looked more than concerned.

He said, "I was wondering why William hadn't come only with Undertaker-sama like he did last time. I suspected as much."

Maka and Soul asked in unison, "What are they doing?"

Lord Death said, "What else would they be doing? They were collecting souls. I already told William that the souls floating around were not to be any attractor to demon because I have my student weapons eat them, or I have them planted and put to rest." Lord Death beckoned to the rather large garden of crooked crucifixes. He continued, "William doesn't exactly like the fact that weapons eat souls, and that they eat them to get stronger. William has a long past with demons, and he will teach you about them, but he thinks that the weapon people are too much like demons."

Maka said, "Why would he hate demons to such a degree to hate humans too?"

"Because" Lord Death started, "his family had been killed by demons. All that is left is his little sister Janet and himself." Lord Death sighed.

Maka then said, "Why is it a bad thing that they are collecting the souls of the 'going to die'?"

"Well shinigami have the power to keep people alive or not based on if they will change the course of the world." Lord Death sighed again, "I, on contrast to the other shinigami have the power to keep people alive even if they are low-live thugs on the streets. I keep people alive in this town by taking them off of the death list, but William, on his last visit here watched me do it. It is a crime for shinigami to do that on such a scale, even me, but I do it anyways. It breaks my heart when people die here in my city, and they are under my soul, so it feels like a piece of myself is dying too. William is having his shinigami collect souls from the city to make it less obvious that I am keeping people off of the death list."

Maka understood. She didn't want people to die, but if they do not collect at least a few souls, shinigami may start suspecting Lord Death and he may even be kicked out of the place of Lord of Death because he is breaking shinigami law.

"Well hello Lord Death it has been a long-time-no see kind of relation ship here eh? Is it a good time, Lord Death, or do I have to come back?" a high pitched voice sounded from behind Maka. Maka knew that voice all too well now. It obviously belonged to the Undertaker.

Maka just said, "No, I am done here so you can catch up with Lord Death."

Maka and the silent Soul made their way out of the Death Room and into the long winding hallways of the DWMA.

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