Hey, I'm back for a couple days, and I have been writing a lot lately. So, in this chapter, we drop the big bomb. R&R, PM, and Enjoy!


Chapter 9

DWMA, Courtyard, 5:12pm

The next day, Robert was feeling better. He had made friends with Crona, even though they still felt uneasy towards each other. At one point, Robert had an encounter with Ragnarok, which was a bit...eventful.

Flashback, previous day
Robert was walking back to his apartment, Stone-Hammer in tow, and Crona caught up with them. "Hey, that was a pretty good fight. I didn't think you could do that."

Robert smirked and said, "Well, thanks, I guess." All of a sudden, Crona's back exploded and a miniature Ragnarok appeared on his back. Robert was slightly freaked out, even more so when Ragnarok leaned in, looking at him.

"Hmm," he said to himself. Robert noticed the others had stopped, apparently watching the scene play out. Ragnarok had a look of realization and shouted, "I know who you are! You're the-" Ragnarok was stopped mid-sentence as Robert grabbed the X on Ragnarok's face and pulled him down so he was eye level with Robert.

"Listen to me, you tiny little black-head (that's a form of acne, not a racy remark), you say anything to them about me and I swear I'll rip that X off and shove it up your-" Stone-Hammer placed a hand on Robert, and he calmed down. "Now listen, back at my apartment I have a five-pound bag of gummy bears. Keep quiet, and its yours. Deal?"

Ragnarok shook his head wildly, and Robert let go. Once they arrived back at the apartment, Robert stayed true to his word and gave Ragnarok a five-pound bag of gummy bears.
End flashback

Robert had just left DWMA and was heading back to his apartment, thinking about yesterday's events. When he arrived at the door, he noticed a small package next to his door. He picked it up and opened the door, tossing Stone-Hammer on the couch. He noticed the return address: Janet Greenwood. He opened the package to reveal a class ring. He pulled it out and examined it. It was made with crimson gold, and had a sapphire gemstone. Around the gemstone were the letters "DWMA" in wide print. On one side was a sword with "Robert" along the top, and on the other was a war hammer with "Meister" along the top. He figured out it was supposed to read, "DWMA Meister, Robert".

He slipped it on his right-hand ring finger, fitting like a glove. He smiled for a moment, then went to his room. He pulled the ring and the necklace off and set them on his dresser, next to the stereo. He grabbed a case and put the CD in, the same one from his training session with Ms. Mjiolnir. He selected the desired track and changed into a sleeveless gray t-shirt and black basketball shorts. He pressed play and the song Monster by Skillet began.


Death City, Outside Maka and Soul's apartment, 5:18pm

Maka and Soul had just arrived at their apartment, and could hear the faint sound of rock music playing. "You go on in," Maka said to Soul, "I need to check on something."

"Alright, do what you gotta do," was Soul's only reply. Soul went into their apartment and Maka knocked on Robert and Stone-Hammer's door.

It was Stone-Hammer who answered, and Maka asked, "Hi Stone-Hammer. Is Robert home?"

Stone-Hammer nodded and Robert shouted from the other room, "Stone-Hammer, who is it?"

"Kama!" Stone-hammer said in a very deep voice.

Maka giggled a bit and said, "It's Maka."

Stone-Hammer made an "Oh", noise and said, "Maka!"

The music stopped and Robert asked, "What does she want?"

"Tell him I just want to talk," Maka said to Stone-Hammer, and he called out, "Talk!"

The sound of impacts could be heard, and Robert called out, "Let her in." Stone-Hammer stepped to one side, and Maka entered their apartment. "There's some soda left over in the fridge if you want some," Robert called out again, the impacts much louder than before. Maka opened the fridge and grabbed a can of Coca-Cola. She sat down on the couch, opening the can of soda. The impacts grew louder, and faster. A succession of five rapid impacts sounded, then a large thud. Robert cursed and said, "Not another one. Cheap piece of crap." A few moments later, Robert came through the doorway, and said, "The bag broke again, this time at the top and all the way through. I'm gonna have to go into town later and buy a new one."

He went into the kitchen and Maka heard Robert mutter under his breath, "Durability guaranteed, my-GAH!" He pulled his head out of the fridge and rubbed the top of is head. Maka laughed a bit, and Robert sighed. "Yeah, ha ha ha, laugh it up." He sat down and opened his can of Mountain Dew and taking a large gulp. "So, what brings you here?"

Maka was silent for a moment, and said, "Well, I'm actually a bit nervous to ask now, but..."

"You still want to know about my past?" Robert finished. Maka was surprised a little, and watched as Robert finished his soda. He placed the can on the ground and used his foot to crush it, then bent down to pick it up. He leaned back and tossed the crushed can into the trash, nothing but the bag. "I could sit here like a college professor and give an hour long history lecture, but I'll make it simple." He leaned forward and held up three fingers. "Monster, Hero, and Awake and Alive. All by Skillet. Listen, and you'll understand."

Maka was a bit confused, but then said, "Can't you just tell me? Why be all cryptic?" Robert sighed. He was about to say something, when a sudden pinging noise caught his attention. He stood up and went into his room, Maka and Stone-Hammer following. The mirror in his room was glowing and Robert touched it.

Lord Death appeared in the mirror, and said, "Hiya Meister Robert. How are things?"

"It's all fine, is something wrong?" "Actually, there is," Lord Death said, his foam hands appearing. "In a northern Siberian village, two witches are causing a lot of trouble. Oh, Maka. Good, you can help him. Anyways, they've gathered an army of Kishin eggs, some of which have consumed quite a lot of souls."

"We'll get right on it, sir," Robert replied, giving an army salute.

"Hold on, first of all, since neither of you have collected the required amount of Kishin eggs, the witch souls will be confiscated, but you may split the Kishin eggs evenly. I'll make a Death Door for you."

"Wait," Maka said, "I need to get Soul and some other stuff."

"Fine, fine, I'll tell Robert the location while you get prepared." Maka nodded and left the apartment. She went into her own and called out, "Soul, come on! We got a mission!" She grabbed a warm coat and a bag of supplies.

Soul came out of his room, asking, "Maka? What do you mean mission?"

"Just come on!" Maka and Soul went into Robert's apartment, who had also gotten ready.

"Alright, ready?" Maka nodded her head and they all gathered in Robert's room. Robert inscribed the numbers and recited the location, and the door flashed. They went through and found themselves in a snow storm. Robert and Maka put on their coats, and Soul and Stone-Hammer turned into their weapon forms. Robert looked at the scenery around them, and noticed the village they had entered. The entire village was in ruins; homes were torn apart, fires and snow burned or covered their remains, and bodies were everywhere.

Maka closed her eyes, and said, "Head north, there's a large concentration of Kishin eggs that way." Robert pulled a pair of binoculars from his bag and looked north. He focused the lens and could see several human forms climbing the mountain, led by two robed figures.

"I see them, they're on the mountainside. Here, take my hand and don't let go." Robert held out his hand and Maka reluctantly took it. Robert unsheathed Stone-Hammer and said, "Soul Resonance! Thousand Striker!" At first, nothing seemed to happen, and Robert said, "Don't let go of me, or you'll be left behind."

"What do you mean? What's going on?" Robert pointed to the flames, and Maka noticed that they weren't moving.

"The Soul Resonance technique I used makes me go fast enough that time seems to slow down, but we don't have much time. Hop on." Robert knelt and Maka climbed on his back. Robert sprinted towards the mountain, then began to jump up the side of the mountain.

"How is this possible?" Maka asked.

Robert continued jumping, and said, "Well, I've trained like an army man, so that explains the majority. The rest is, uh, kind of tied in with my past." Robert jumped one last time, and they found themselves on the same ledge as the army. Robert dashed forward to the other side, taking cover behind some large rocks. "Time's up." Robert let go of Maka and quickly sheathed Stone-Hammer. He looked around the corner and saw the two witches leading the army. "Okay," he whispered, "get ready. On my signal, attack." They waited until they were only a couple feet away, then Robert nodded his head once. Maka jumped to the side while Robert jumped over the rocks. The army and witches stopped and Robert shouted, "Soul Resonance! Thousand Striker!" He instantly teleported to the back of the group, and the entire army of Kishin eggs fell.

The witches were still there, and Maka said, "Alright, give up now. We'll be taking your souls now." The witches began to chuckle in unison, and Robert observed the two. One was wearing an orange robe with streaks of black, and the other was white with streaks of black.

"Fools, you have not put the odds back into your favor," the orange robed witch said.

"You have only slowed your demise," the white robed witch said.

Robert unsheathed Stone-Hammer and pointed it at the two, "It will be your demise, not ours." The orange robed witch turned to him and said, "Oh look sister,"

The white robed witch also turned, "Yes, I see." The two fully turned to him and said in unison, "So, you think you can defeat us? You don't stand a chance boy! Tigra, tigra, TIGROAR!" A powerful sound wave shot towards Robert, who fell to his knees gripping his ears.

"Oh no you don't!" Maka shouted from behind them. "Soul Resonance! Witch Hunter!" The sound attack stopped as the witches turned their attention to Maka and Soul. The scythe weapon had changed, turning into a crescent moon shape. Maka swung Soul at the two witches, but it only managed to push them back.

"Meddling girl!" The orange robed witch said.

"Wait sister, look at the boy for a moment." The two witches turned to Robert, who's left ear was bleeding.

"Doesn't he..." the orange robed witch said.

"Yes, I sensed it too," the white robed witch said. "Tell me boy, what is your name?"

"I am Robert Greenwood, war hammer/sword meister."

The orange robed witch gasped, "You! I knew your father! He was the one who killed mother!"

"Yes, I remember too," the white robed witch said, "but there was also another thing, remember?"

The two witches smirked for a moment, and the orange robed witch said, "Oh, yes. I had almost forgotten."

"Don't you dare! I can finish you right now and it would only take four words!" Robert shouted.

"Don't you mean three?" the white robed witch said.

"NO! I mean four! Those three words together mean nothing to me!"

"Robert," Maka asked, "what are they talking about?"

The orange robed witch turned to her and said, "You don't know? My, my, you've been kept in the dark. Your partner is really-"

"SHUT UP!" Robert dashed forward and ran the orange robed witch through. The witch's body began to shrink until it was nothing but a soul. It disappeared, meaning Lord Death had confiscated it. However, the white robed witch was able to finish the sentence.

"-a witch!"

Time seemed to be frozen, only allowing the wind and snowflakes to move. Robert stood between the white robed witch and Maka, closer to the former, completely silent, head completely lowered.

"Robert?" Maka asked. Robert slowly looked up. "What is she saying? She's lying, right?" Robert gripped Stone-Hammer tightly, then let go. Stone-Hammer dropped to the ground with a small clang. Robert was heavily breathing in and out, crying a little.

"Soul Protect."

Maka inwardly gasped. It was true.

"Release!"


O.O I don't think one "KABOOM" is enough. *Hides in bunker, then activates alarm.* "TACTIACAL NUKE, INCOMING!" *Nuke destroys half of North America. Climbs out of bunker unscathed* Okay, maybe that was too much. R&R, PM, and ANOTHER TACTICAL NUKE!