Sure hope you guys are enjoying the story so far.
Sorry if Free is OOC at all, just can't seem to get his character in my head. But I did my best to keep him IC.
His jaw clamped down on the dark chocolate bar, his teeth slicing through the bitter goodness. Munching his way through the treat. Free pulled the bar away from his mouth, chewing on his bought item. He strode through the empty market stalls, the ball and chain attached to his foot clinked as he walked, his eyes scanning over the items no longer being manned. The place was far too quiet, but it didn't bother Free as he gazed around him. His eyes caught on a little figurine of a wolf. The little statue was stood howling to the moon.
Free froze in place and then grinned at the little guy. He bent down and examined the figure closer. The little proud wolf stood atop a rock dotted with grass all around it, the wolf had its head reared back and howling to an invisible moon. The only thing that marred its beauty was a little paper tag hung around its neck. A small hand written price tag with '£10' written on in black ink. Free quickly tugged off the ugly paper.
"I can't just leave you here friend." Free spoke to the wolf sat patiently on the market stall, and with his free hand he picked the figure up and held it. His eyes scanned the rest of the stall. There were more figures dotted around the table. He even spotted a few frogs and snakes dotted around the table. Most were broken or splattered with blood however, and this was the only wolf there. Free grinned, of course the wolf would have been unblemished in any way. They were magnificent creatures, he should know. With his task of saving the little wolf completed he continued on his journey uninterrupted. Carrying on with his little bar of joy.
Free's head darted this way and that, he was looking for something. Or rather. Someone. Free walked a little further into the deathly silent field. Stepping over the dead bodies of the villagers, not even glancing down at the faces frozen in terror.
"Crona!" Free yelled out for the sword meister. Free raised his hand and scratched his head, where was he? Free had been looking over the stalls when Crona had been busy, even when all of the owners died around him or fled he was far too busy analysing the various sweets, gifts and toys on offer at the stalls. The screams and shouts didn't bother him after a while, after all, he had nothing to fear. Even if Crona was an enemy, Free was immortal. So why should he fear?
"Oh c'mon…Crona!" Free shouted a bit louder this time. His hand holding the little figure was now half cupped around his mouth, as if the motion would make him yell louder. Where was that guy? His eyes scanned over the tables once more, just to the right of him was a table of various treats and goodies. Namely cakes and little pastries. Most were unfortunately covered in blood…but one was not. One right on the edge…was perfect! Free wanted that cake. It called to him. He could almost hear its little voice…whispering…eat me! Free reached out to the little blue frosted cupcake, decorated with tiny hearts and hundreds and thousands… the little multicoloured sweet was an irresistible lure. Free's mouth watered as his hand reached out, he was so close, just about to grab it…when all of a sudden another hand shot out and took it! Free looked up just in time to see Ragnarok topple the cake into his mouth.
Free felt his bottom lip wobble…he wanted that cake.
"You snooze you lose…" Ragnarok burped in his face. But Free quickly composed himself and shoved the rest of his chocolate bar in his mouth. Throwing the wrapper on the table with the blood covered cakes.
"There you are. Why didn't you answer?" He asked of the weapon. Rag didn't look up at him, and seemed to scan the table for more of the cupcakes.
"I would have, but I didn't hear you calling 'my' name." he replied. Stressing the my. As he reached out for a hidden cupcake that was on its side on the other side of the table. Free rolled his eyes at the weapon. He couldn't see Crona, but with Ragnarok leaning over the table he was bound to be down there. Free leaned to the side a bit to see past the black imp to the pink haired boy that was underneath. He spotted his head and shoulder, his form was shivering. As if he was frightened. Or sick with worry. Free pretended not to notice, in truth he felt a bit sorry for the kid. But it wasn't any of his business at the end of the day.
"C'mon Crona, get up. It's time to go." Free spoke to him. Crona appeared to jump, the boy flinched and then tensed. As if he had only just realised he was there. His head turned. That insane look still evident in his eyes, yet he said not a word. His fingers gripped his arm in a death grip as he nodded to the werewolf. Crona stood up from where he was crouched down, as if hidden from the world. Ragnarok stayed where he was at the table, still popping food into his mouth. Free swore some of those cupcakes he was shovelling into his mouth bore blood stains. But he didn't say anything.
"Wait! Wait! I'm not done yet! Look at all this food!" Ragnarok gripped the table, as if trying to state that he wasn't going anywhere. Seems Raganarok had his own set of priorities. Crona didn't respond, did he even hear him? The boy walked forward away from the table, but Ragnarok was having none of that. His little hands gripped onto the side of the table with his refusal to move. Crona was quickly stopped in his tracks as he was now connected to the table.
Free decided to try and speed things up.
"Medusa will not want us to dawdle here. We need to move on." He spoke in all seriousness. His face was neutral. Both Crona's and Ragnarok's heads shot up to him, in almost alarm. Crona trembled but still didn't move…Ragnarok on the other hand…
"Grr…fine, fine!" He grumbled in annoyance. "Crona help me carry all these cakes will you?" As he said that his little arms encircled as many of the little treats as he could possibly carry, even the bloody ones… Crona didn't say anything still as he turned and also picked up a few of the cakes. Hugging them to his chest. Free watched his face, he seemed so out of it. His eyes appeared to be glazed over and his face seemed empty. He spoke not one word as he proceeded to walk around the table and near to Free, also stepping over the body of the lady who had once manned the stall.
Soul yawned in class, Stein still wasn't back from the infirmary. Soul guessed Medusa must have wounded him pretty bad, but Soul had no doubt that the weird dude would pull through. He had a screw through his head for pete sake…if he could survive that he was made of solid stuff. Soul laughed inwardly to himself. A smile actually formed on his lips as he thought. He was on his own today, Kid, Liz and Patty were on mission from Lord death. And turns out that Black Star and Tsubaki were also away on a mission. Soul leaned an elbow on the desk and cupped his face on said hand, leaning in a bored way. Playing with his pen. He hated being left behind like this. He felt eager to get back out there.
"…and so the reason as why innocent human souls give power to kishin eggs is because…" The monotonous voice of the female teacher from yesterday droned on. Soul wasn't even listening anymore. He looked away from what he was supposed to be watching and scanned the room. He was looking for these 'loners' as they were often called. He had never really talked to them before. They often seemed to keep to themselves. It was more a case of deducing who was a weapon and meister pair and then picking out who was left.
In front of him a row below him was Ox, the now top scorer in the class with Maka gone. Soul rolled his eyes, though to give the guy credit he had not brought up the fact that he was only top because of that. At least, he had not said anything in ear shot of Soul. He was partnered to Harver. What weapon was he again? Oh yeah a spear. Hmph, Soul wasn't too fussed by him. Yet Soul shuddered, he had been on a receiving end of those electric shocks a few more times then he cared to count. Well technically it was Maka who had received said shock. But he was being held by her at the time, so therefore…
Soul carried on, glancing around and catching Kirikou writing something down in his notebook. His partners, Fire and Thunder were close by. The young twins were something of a marvel, they looked so young yet seemed to fit in with the older kids so well. Not far away was the pink haired Kim and the ever watchful Jacqueline. Both in their school uniforms. Two other girls who wore the uniform…like Maka. Soul didn't understand why. It was only to be worn for special events and such…but there were people who wore that garb all the time. He rolled his eyes, weirdos.
Soul's eyes flitted about the class recognising a few more meisters and weapons dotted about. Ok so that left seven people not accounted for. They could very well be these 'loners'. Yet Soul couldn't see anything different about them…though then again, what was he expecting? A big sign on their heads saying that they had no partner? Ha yeah right.
Soul was brought out of his thoughts as the bell rang out for the end of class. Quickly the usual bustle of bodies and bags cluttered past desks and made their way out of the room. The chatter soon erupting on the other side of the class door. Soul stayed where he was, he had been told by the teacher that the 'loner' club met up here after class every day. So he waited in his seat, feeling a bit uncomfortable as he shifted his position. Soon however only two people were left in the room not including the teacher or himself. There was a girl, she looked older then any of them. And she bore a look of seriousness, her face was set as if she was constantly glaring. Soul wasn't sure he wanted to talk to her. She wore long dark black hair that flowed all the way past her knees. Her clothes were baggy, a pair of dark baggy jogging pants ending with dark trainers with a white t-shit that bunched up all around her shoulders. She held a bunch of books in her arms as she made her way over to the desk. A few words were exchanged with the teacher, who had proceeded to stop writing to converse with the girl. The girl's face actually grew more harsh if that was possible, and she scowled at something the teacher had said, she folded her arms and rolled her head back. Her eyes scanning the ceiling, before seeming to concede with indignation and sighing. The teacher smiled and handed her a little bag. She took it without another word, and looked over at the other remaining loner. The other was another girl, this one bore the brightest blonde locks tied back into a pony tail. She was of a fairer face but she bore a neutral look right now. She wore a small white jumper with a light blue skirt, with long white socks that ended just above the knee with small brown leather boots. The two girls exchanged words and then they each placed their hands in the small black bag. Pulling out two badges, Soul was pretty sure they were badges. He couldn't quite tell from here. They quickly placed the badges on themselves, affixing them into place.
Once that was done, the teacher looked up to Soul. Soul stared right back, waiting for whatever the teacher had to say. In fact she didn't say anything, she motioned for Soul to come closer. Soul sheathed his hands into his pockets and cleared his throat, then he too made his way to the front of the class. He side glanced at the other two girls. The blonde one gave him a small smile. The dark merely stared at him. Soul ignored them and looked at the teacher.
"Soul, you know why you are here. You will be joining the un-partnered meisters and weapons." She used the politically correct term of un-partnered, rather then the accepted term of 'loner' by the students. "You'll stay in this group until you find a partner…or your old partner comes back." She hastily added, as if forgetting that he did indeed actually have a partner. She looked over to the girls and motioned to them.
"The ever cheery one is Angela." The dark haired one nodded to him. Soul looked over, now that he was closer he noticed what the badge was. It was a white rectangle with the word 'weapon' hand written onto it. Heh, Soul remembered them from his first day. Seems they had to still wear them. Talk about wearing your shame on a badge. Soul nodded back to her. "The other is Lara." His gaze turned on the other one. She smiled at him and gave him a little wave. She also wore a weapon badge. She was kinda cute…Soul found himself smiling back at her and waving back. Angela coughed and patted the back of her hand against Lara as if to gain her attention. Lara broke eye contact with Soul and looked away. Soul glared at Angela, he already didn't like that one.
"The others should be here soon, in the mean time please take a weapon badge." Soul looked back to the teacher, she wasn't looking at him anymore, her head was now buried in her paperwork. Soul swerved his stance to get himself a badge, when instead out of the blue one of the small items came flying and hit him in the chest. He quickly cupped his hands under the falling object and caught it. There it was, in his hands was the small badge. The word weapon stared up at him…Soul sighed and affixed the badge onto his jacket. With one last look at the teacher, who was now no longer even paying any amount of attention to him, he made his way over to the girls. He put on his friendliest face. He had to be nice…had to be nice…great…
"Hey." Soul spoke to the girls as he came close. Angela stared at him but she was the one who spoke first.
"Hey." She replied. Great…ok well it's a start…
"Um…" Soul flustered…he had actually no idea what to say to the two. He had never spoken to them before. He decided to go with something simple. "…so…what weapons are you guys?" Angela narrowed her eyes at him, but she did answer.
"Axe…Halberd to be precise." Soul nodded and looked over to Lara, her eyes were on Angela. But at her turn she caught his gaze and blushed. She looked away but also answered.
"Hammer…Maul." Soul smiled at the girls once more. He pointed to himself.
"Ah sweet, two handed weapons like me, y'see I'm a…" He started. But Angela cut him off.
"…a scythe. Yes we know." Soul clamped his mouth shut and forced back a comment. But Lara looked flustered at her companion's rudeness. She waved her hands back and forth in front of her.
"Ack! Sorry! She just means that she's seen you and Maka practising…and on missions. We are big fans is all!" Angela glared at her apparent friend and sighed.
Now Soul clocked onto Lara's behaviour…she was a fan…drat. Soul collected himself…he thought that…never mind…he gulped.
"Oh!" Soul raised his hand to rest on his head. "Haha, I guess a lot of the guys know about us huh? Ha, we were pretty cool." He grinned at them. He didn't miss the softening of Angela's face at his words. She gave him a small smile…but it quickly vanished when Lara spoke up again.
"Oh yeah! You and Maka were amazing!" Lara jumped up and down on the spot. "I wish me and Angela could be like you two." Now Soul was confused…weren't they both weapons? He pointed at them both in turn.
"You want to be like us?" he inquired. Angela nodded.
"Yeah, our wavelengths match. But we aren't 'allowed' to be partners!" She rose her voice, Soul knew her comment wasn't really directed at him anymore.
He checked back with the teacher behind him. She stopped writing and lowered her glasses to the threesome.
"We've been over this Angela… first you are both weapons. You can't wield the other. Not to your true potentials. And your wavelengths don't 'match' as you put it. You are close friends. Which yes, can often give a matching wavelength. But not always…" She sighed out, staring down Angela. But Angela wasn't done. Soul looked back at her once again. She bore a clenched fist as she argued back.
"…but what about Liz and Patty? They wield each other!" The female teacher answered, keeping her voice calm. As if she had had this conversation with the girl before.
"Yes, they do use each other in combat. And can be quite effective, but when anyone other then a meister uses a weapon they are no better then a normal bog-standard weapon. Not something that can take on a kishin egg, or a witch for that matter. And another thing…they can actually use each other, you two cannot…" Angela butt in.
"..if you give us…" But the teacher didn't stop speaking.
"…and they do not use each other lest in an emergency. Their effectiveness is dropped considerably. Like I said that is why they have a meister. They can be then used to their full potential." Angela huffed but said nothing. Soul heard the teacher go back to her writing from the tell tale scribbling.
"C'mon Angela…" Lara tried to console her friend. "We might find a meister for both of us." Soul doubted that…they were both two handed weapons…it was like Maka trying to use both him and her papa at the same time. It simply couldn't be done. All the matching soul wavelengths in the world couldn't help with that. Angela seemed to realise this as well. She shook her head.
"Thanks for the positive thinking there Lara…but we'll never get a meister for the both of us. It's either one or the other I'm afraid… our weapons just don't go…" She leant back onto the front of a desk and relaxed into the wood. Lara dipped her head low and sighed.
Suddenly the door to the classroom was barged open, Soul casually looked back to see who else was entering. Another twenty or so more students entered the class. Soul noted that none of them looked like first years. They were all of a similar age to him. All loners.
"Here we are." Free announced to him and Crona. Crona still didn't feel like speaking, he didn't even look up at Free. He hunched down and stared at the floor, at the little cracks close to his shoes. At the insect that scurried to a hole not far away. He didn't want to be here. It hurt too much. He felt sick to his stomach and the worry in his head was driving deeper and deeper. What he had done back there…he shouldn't have done it. He didn't care about his mother praising him…no she didn't matter. He had betrayed Maka….betrayed her trust in him.
His fingers wormed his way to his arm and he gripped it harshly, as if trying to punish himself. The material bunched between his fingers. Ragnarok was quiet right now, but that was only so that the villagers up ahead were not put on alert.
He felt a deep wound in his heart, it weighed so heavily on him. It hurt. A sorrowful look filled his face. He didn't want to face Maka again, he didn't deserve a friend like her. It was better if he could just go…to just leave her in peace. If only there was a way to release her from Medusa. She would be ok then, he knew she would be.
But who was he to try and rescue her? He was nothing but a stain on her boot, an annoyance to be wiped off. He continued to berate himself as he walked alongside Free. His body on autopilot as his mind whirled in negative circles.
He thought about freeing her, about her leaving…yet the thought of her leaving him did not bring joy. No he felt a tightening in his chest. He didn't want to leave her side. He needed her. It was his only warmth in this world. Why? How did she do this to him? He longed to see her again, he didn't want to be apart from her. He remembered her smiling at him as she held out her hand.
"Will you let me be your friend, Crona?"
His heart fluttered at the remembered words. A blush rose to his cheeks. He had been told friends didn't exist, that friends was something no one had, that a friend was only a person who wanted to use you. Yet Maka didn't seem to fit what he had perceived as a selfish person. He thought back to how she looked at him, that determined stare she had given him when he had left. It was not a bad stare, he could almost feel her desire to help him. He still didn't understand it. She didn't make sense. But he didn't want to understand her, didn't want to know why she was here. If it was to use him, he wouldn't mind. If it was her.
He shook his head, no, he couldn't look at her again. He was a monster, not deserving to be in her presence. She had never taken a human soul. Had never killed anyone who did not deserve the fate. She was not a murderer. Unlike him. His eyes travelled up his own form, his free hand came closer to his face and he flexed the fingers. Blood stained his hands, too much blood. He couldn't touch her again. He shouldn't…but yet again. As he thought such thoughts, a tightening in his chest told him he didn't want to never touch her again. He wanted to touch her, to hold her hand. To feel her warmth. It made him feel happy, like he wasn't a monster undeserving of kindness…
"Where are we?" The hushed low voice spoke. It was Ragnarok, he was whispering to Free. Free looked down at the pair, a slight eyebrow raised. Most likely put off by Ragnarok speaking even while he was still inside Crona. But he quickly grinned and glanced away from him.
"The village of Dragon tamers. Not that they really tame the things anymore, last I heard they just breed them now. Often to send them out over the world in return for money." Free shrugged, as if he didn't really care. Crona looked about him now. He had never heard of this place before. There were buildings all around, all bore great balconies and wooden walkways that stretched to each other and up and around the others. It was like a great maze of wood filled to the brim with landing platforms and vast nests filled with large eggs. There was even a few stone towers in the distance, with great dragons latched onto the side. Some were of large size, the largest as about the size of an elephant. Crona marvelled at the number of the beasts as they sat or lazed around, most bore reigns and saddles. With their handlers close by. The humans of the village didn't even give him a second look as they chatted to each other.
A sudden thud right next to the pair made Crona jump up in shock, he shot his head to the sound in alarm. A horse sized dragon had just landed on the ground next to him, it was a purple scaled beast that tussled its head in the reigns as it curled its great wings close and walked past the pair, moving so gracefully akin to a cat on the ground. Its bulk hardly giving it pause. The rider atop side glanced at them but otherwise ignored them as he made his way into the village.
Crona bit into his lip, did Medusa really expect him to kill these people in this village? …stupid question. Of course she did. He was expected to do so. He guessed Ragnarok wouldn't have a problem. Only he did it seemed. Crona sighed out to himself. But a sudden sound he had not expected perked his ears up. A yell from a distance away made it to his ears.
"Come on then if you think you can take me on!" It was a boy, yelling at the top of his lungs. He sounded familiar…had he heard him somewhere before? The yell was quickly followed by a roar from a beast. Crona glanced up to Free, he didn't seem to care. But Crona grew curious…something told him he knew that voice. So he dashed off to find the source.
"Hey, where are you going?" Free shouted out at him, Crona didn't respond. But he heard the tell tale clink of his chains as Free ran after him.
Crona turned round a bend to see a sight that made him gasp in shock. There in the middle of the road was a great black dragon rearing up on its hind legs, the beast looked angry, the shrieks and snapping of its jaw as it pulled on its reigns. The poor handler struggling to control his dragon. His yells and shouts were drowned out by the creature. It was trying to force its way forward toward two people close by.
Opposite the dragon was a blue spiky haired boy dressed in a black sleeveless high necked top, with baggy black and white pants. Ending in rather clunky looking black and white boots with an image of a star on the shoe. He bore black gloved gantlets and on his arm was a distinctive tattoo of a star. He was currently shouting and goading the black dragon to attack him…for reasons Crona couldn't begin to even guess. Close by was a girl he didn't recognise. She was a taller girl, bearing long black hair tied back. With a slim white armless dress. She wore twin belts around her midriff and white boots on her feet. Her left leg bore a thigh high black sock. Lastly a distinguishable yellow star was stitched into the dress across the right breast of the dress.
She appeared to be trying to calm the hot headed boy down.
"Please calm down Black Star! I'll buy you another one ok?" She struggled to be diplomatic. But the boy who was apparently called Black Star was having none of it.
"No way! That thing stole my food! No one steals from Black Star and gets away with it!" he shouted once again at the dragon. The dragon tossed its head and actually lifted his owner off the ground for a second.
"Geez kid! I said I was sorry! Will you just cool it!" The guy struggling with the beast shouted. The girl nodded and had her hand on Black Star's shoulder. But the blue head didn't stop, he stamped on the ground as he pulled faces at the dragon. Who roared ever louder at the boy. This seemed to anger Black Star all the more, as he gritted his teeth and ran at the black dragon.
"Black Star!" The girl yelled but didn't stop him. The dragon at seeing the charging boy quickly turned on the spot, dragging his handler around with it. And swung his tail out at the charging boy. Too late Black Star saw the tail, and his body was smacked into the air. Flying over the road and smashed into a nearby building. Bits of wood and brick fell to the floor. The black dragon appeared to almost laugh…a guttural growl rang out as it walked away. Through a close by ally way. Crona looked over to the pair. Black Star was leaning back on the wall, with his legs straight out in front of him, was he passed out? A sudden brick dislodged a bit later then the rest and fell onto the head of the boy, whacking him and then falling to the ground. Black star flinched.
"Ow." A low sound came from him. Seems he was still awake. Crona felt a small smile twitch at his lip at watching the show.
Just as the girl began to run over to the guy images flashed across his eyes…the boy who appeared in those photos at Medusa's lab…he was with Maka…at the academy! Then he saw him again…in the basement of the DWMA. He was there just before he became friends with Maka… Crona stepped back a pace.
"You…" he mumbled out. Free was right next to him, he had also watched the spectacle. Yet he made no move to attack or even run away. He seemed to just wait for what would happen next. The girl stopped moving at the sound of Crona's voice and stared up at him. Her face filled with shock and a drop of horror. She froze in place. However her partner did not react so negatively. He looked up at him and Free. His eyes showed a spark of recognition as he pulled himself up. Crona tensed up as Black Star picked himself up. Bits of debris and dust fell off him to the floor. He walked past the girl as she still stared at Crona. Black Star came ever closer. "S-stay back!" Crona managed to splutter out to him. But Black Star was not fazed. He appeared to examine the pair in detail. Looking them both up and down. He rubbed his chin as if in deep thought.
"Hmm…I know you both from somewhere…" He started…Behind him the girl raised her hand to him.
"Black Star…" She started. But he clicked his fingers and his face lit up with his inner knowledge.
"I got it! You must be my fans!" All three of them, Crona, Free and the girl dead- panned… What was with him? The girl actually slapped her own forehead as Black Star rummaged in his pocket and brought out two signed autographs and handed one to Crona and one to Free. The stunned pair actually took the papers and stared at them in utter, utter confusion.
"You two look so cute! You must be on a date together to see me!" Black Star shouted right in their faces…Crona's eye twitched. There was so many things wrong with that sentence he honestly didn't know where to even start. Suddenly the moment took a very different turn as Crona felt that all too familiar ripping sensation as the skin of his back was forced open once more. The scars that must adorn his back…but he was used to it. He ignored it and glanced up at a very angry looking Ragnarok.
"What is wrong with you! You weird little freak!" Ragnarok yelled out at Black Star, and then proceeded to stick his tongue out at the meister in a vulgar manner. Black Star faltered…
"Hey…I'm not little…" Crona dipped his head low as he mumbled to himself.
"Oh dear…" But Ragnarok only grew more irate. Crona felt the little weapon's weight shift as he forced himself forward to try and reach the rather vacant meister. His little fists waving in the air as if that would help him to reach him.
"Black Star get away from them!" The girl yelled out to him. Black Star turned to the girl behind him in confusion.
"Huh? What's up Tsubaki?" He asked as he scratched the back of his head. But she wore a determined stare…Crona knew that look. He had seen it on Maka. Yet she could not hold a candle to the power of Maka's stare….
"I've had enough of this…" Free sighed out beside him, before flexing his muscles and tensing up. A look of concentration on his face as the air shifted. Hair sprouted on his body and his face twisted to that of a fang filled maw. Clawed hands rose as he settled into his fighting stance. Crona watched as Black Star's eyes widened in alarm and he quickly jumped back away from the pair.
"The Immortal!" Black Star shouted out, finally realising who he was dealing with. "Tsubaki!" Tsubaki nodded and she glowed with a bright yellow light, before transforming into a chain scythe, the weapons materialised in the air and they fell toward the ground. Black Star caught them, the chains clinking together, and grinned at his opponents. As if he was finally glad of a fight. But Ragnarok was still not happy.
"You recognise him but not me! That's it! Get him Crona!" The little black weapon bashed his fist on the top of Crona's head. Crona flinched but said nothing. He nodded as he held out his hand and the black demon blade appeared in his hand. The terrible lips formed on the sword and grinned in anticipation of the fight. Black Star settled into his own fighting stance. But before anything happened Tsubaki's voice once again howled over the battlefield.
"Demon swordsman!" Crona looked at the source of the sound, the chain scythe. He has a name…however…he only told Maka it. Only she knows his name… "Where is Maka?!" Her voice was cold, it split Crona's self as soon as he heard her name…He began to tremble, the fingers that gripped his arm tensed and pressed down harder.
Black Star stared down at his weapon as she spoke, his face hardened with a glare as he realised it was them that took his friend.
"So…it was you who took her…give Maka back you cowards!" His bluster from before had somewhat dimmed as the concern for his friend came to the fore.
"You'll never get her back for your side…" Free answered cryptically for him, before the mighty werewolf rushed forward. His claws out to strike out at the assassin…
Yay, another long chapter for me. This may be the new norm for me. Anyway caught up with Soul and Crona for now. I noticed that Black Star never really got a crack at Crona when he was crazy, before Maka helped him. So I decided to put in such a fight.
I'm not really a fan of Black Star and his incessant shouting. But he does make me laugh sometimes. And this whole scene just came to mind for him XD.
Next chapter we'll be back with Maka to see how she is doing.
Thx all!