After the eventful meeting with Abby, Jasper and Miki entered Shibusen as Technician and Weapon pair. Miki took lessons with Kim Deihl to work on her Soul Hide ability.

"How long do you think this facade will last?" A voice. Miki pressed herself up against the wall. "You know I can see right through your Soul Protect. I know you mean no harm. But why lie to your own technician?" The voice asked again. See through Soul Protect? Aunt Maka? There's a witch? Miki thought to herself, turning on her Soul Hide.

"Why don't you just tell them? It's obvious I can't bring myself to do it." The other voice, sounded so familiar to Miki.

"Tell you what, Abigail Borealis, how about we tell them together, and we can come up with something. I'm curious on how you're a weapon to begin with." Her breath caught. Abigail Borealis.

"Hey, Abby-chan, is your last name really Colt?" The older girl shook her head, a large smile on her face.

"Nope! It's simply a stage name, you know like Jasper's papa and 'Eater' I didn't like my other name, so I used Shibusen naming principles to change it to Colt!"

Just a stage name... Miki's breath quickened, and she rushed in the oppisite direction. Abby's... A witch?


Lance sat on one of the many plush couches of Gallows Manor's living room, book in hand. Everyone was coming over later on, saying there was an important matter that needed discussing. Jasper lay sprawled on the floor in front of him, lazily staring at the ceiling, impatiently waiting for his technician. The aforementioned girl burst through the doors, panting heavily.

"Gotta meditate, gotta meditate..." She repeated it like mantra, plopping down in the nearest empty space, assuming her meditation pose – legs crossed, her fingers laced in an intricate pattern that looked vaguely like a star – taking deep breaths. Lance and Jasper both raised an eyebrow, exchanging looks, but neither said anything, knowing interrupting Miki's meditation equaled instant death. The doors opened again, this time their parents and a very morose looking Abby stepped through. Everyone else – excluding Abby – took a seat, and Miki cracked open an eye, watching the Death Scythe carefully.

"I-I would like to apologize..." The girl dropped to her knees in a deep bow. "For I am not the Abby Colt I've made myself out to be. I am-"

"A witch." Miki interrupted, now standing. Jasper's eyes widened, and Lance paled. "Abigail Borealis. The ice witch, I presume?" Abby hung her head lower. "Look. At. Me." Everyone jumped at her tone. They never heard Miki speak in such a demanding way. Abby's head slowly rose, brown meeting with deep indigo. The midnight-haired girl crouched to her knees, forcefully pulling the taller girl to meet her level. Her eyes were invisible from behind her bangs. "Why didn't you tell me?" She exclaimed, crushing the girl in an embrace, sobbing quietly. "W-We could've helped you!" Abby looked shocked for a moment, before wrapping her arms around the tiny girl who knelt before her, burying her head in her hair.

"I'm a witch. I didn't expect any compassion." She said simply, her voice stripped of emotion. Lance gripped his chair until his knuckles turned white. He suddenly stood up, teeth clenched, stalking towards the two girls in front of him. Abby lifted her head to meet his eyes. "I never deserved your trust. I'm sorry. I know that wo-" She was cut off as Lance wrapped his arms around the both of them, his face nuzzling the crook of Abby's neck.

"Don't apologize. You can't change how you were born." He said sharply, tightening his grip around the both of them.

"Speaking of change," Maka's voice suddenly sounded. "How are you a weapon to begin with?" Lance and Miki let the two to, the latter sitting next to Jasper, who in turn wrapped an arm protectively around her waist, and the former sitting faithfully beside his Death Scythe, taking one of her hands.

"Let me explain from the beginning."


A/N: BEHOLD! A CHAPTER! Oooh~ It's so uninteresting~! Ikr? Well anyhow. PLEASE R&R! I'm starting to think no one likes this story, so gimmie some love, so I have the strength to go on! (Shirakuma: Overdramatic much? Me: Shut it.)