Hey Everyone. Sorry it took me awhile. I've always been terribly lazy and ended up procrastinating, that and I have summer work to do for school. What? You don't get Summer homework? Anyway, I haven't forgotten about this and I hope to at least end 'Season 1' before I graduate High School.

Chapter Twenty-One: Warnings and Vandalism

"What's up Moka? You seem awful cheery today!" Kurumu asked.

"Huh?"

"She's right! You look all glowy!" Yukari boasted.

Moka didn't know what they meant, but she did look radiant that day. Almost like a Meyer-Pire, but with less angst. All she did was blush lightly, remembering how Kid carried her to the Nurse in his strong arms.

Kurumu and Yukari looked to Kid, only to find his head on the table. They checked to see if he was asleep, only to find his cold dead eyes half-way open.

"On the other hand, you look like crap. So lifeless and tired." Yukari commented.

"What? Don't worry, I'm fine." Kid got back up, only for the blood in his system to rush, falling out of his chair.

"Are you okay?" Moka asked. "Is it anemia? It looks really bad this time."

"'Anemia'? 'This time'?" Kurumu turned to Moka. "You've been sucking his blood again haven't you?!" As Kurumu tackled her to the ground as Kid walked away from the comical fight between the two.

"Guess I'll see you girls later, I need to wash up a little."

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Kid was washing his hands in the sink in the bathroom and proceeding to slap some of the water in his face (with both hands for the sake of symmetry) trying to clear his head.

Moka seems to be doing better today. All he could think about was Hyakushiki. He nearly violated her yesterday and I almost allowed it to happen. What's wrong with me? He turned the faucet off and dryd his hands. That… that THING is still running around, and if he's anything like the monsters in this school, he'll probably strike again out of vengeance. But with what I did to him yesterday, that might not happen. He threw the paper towels in the garbage disposal. And why was I acting like that? I don't…

"Death the Kid?"

Kid turned to the doorway to find two men in long, black-leather coats, sunglasses and ear-pieces standing at the doorway.

"Yes?"

"We'll need you to come with us. The Chairman wants to see you." They gripped at the swords holstered to their hips. This was clearly very serious.

All Kid could do was raise his eyebrow. The Chairman? What does he wan't?

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"We've got an Emergency!" Gin slammed his papers down onto the table, grabbing everyone's attention. "Did you guys see this?! This is really bad!"

"Oh hey Gin, you're still alive?" Soul asked, picking at his ear.

"'Still alive'?" Yukari questioned.

Maka met him the other day and could still see the dent in his head she left. She had no boobs or curves of any kind, but something about her scent intrigued him. He hits on her, she hits him back. Hard. Gin noticed her in the room and immediately averted his eyes.

"Just read the stupid paper?"

"What paper?"

Mizore, appearing out of nowhere, snatched the paper away.

"'On October 29th, we will rise in protest against the school festival. Unless the Academy calls off all preparations immediately rivers of blood will flow!' So you guys are terrorists now?"

"Shut up Mizore, we didn't even write it!" Kurumu shouted.

"But it says Yokai Times. That's your news club's paper."

"What! No way!"

"I remember seeing copies of these on my way here." Tsubaki commented, inspecting the paper herself.

"They're scattered all over the school grounds, and there's graffiti on the school grounds further advertising them." Gin said solemnly. "We don't know who's making them, but we know this will get us in trouble."

"A fake paper? What good will that do?" BlackStar asked.

"And why?" Moka continued.

"ANTI-THESIS no doubt." Soul pointed. "This sounds just like their M.O."

"ANTI-THESIS?" Gin asked.

"They've been trying to destroy what this school was made for and the coexistence between humans and monsters." Soul pointed out.

"Some even think the Kishin may be involved somehow so Shinigami-sama sent us here to help." BlackStar added.

"BlackStar! We weren't supposed to tell anyone that part!" Maka yelled.

Gin let what Soul and BlackStar digest in his head. Shinigami-Sama? Kishin?

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"Sorry I called you on such short notice young Death, but I had to discuss this as soon as I could." The Chairman said behind his desk.

"I could tell." Kid thought he was being a little too paranoid. Over six identical agents ended up escorting him to the Chairman's office when he could have easily came himself.

"You can never be too careful when on high alert, Young Death. Now tell me, you and all of your friends are working in the Newspaper club, correct?"

"Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"I myself have always enjoyed an issue of the Newspaper every now and again. The crossword puzzles, the Horoscope and such. The thing is though is that those have been replaced in this recent issue." The Chairman slapped the paper on his desk, motioning Kid to pick it up.

Kid raised his brow, wondering why that's his top priority at the moment. He inspected the front cover. Not only was it asymmetrical, but it seemed less like a headline and more of a death-threat.

"What is this?" Kid asked in shock. He flipped further through the pages, all of them made specifically to insult the school, making outrageous demands and protest and other such propaganda.

"Look on the back." Kid did as he said and couldn't believe what he saw. It was a large photograph of Death the Kid, positioned almost like a mugshot. An asymmetrical mugshot. Below it listed multiple offenses and exaggerated crimes it claims he's guilty of, with a bounty listed on his head.

"Expulsion."

"What?"

"That's why you're here. Death the Kid, you will leave Yokai Academy effective immediately."

"What? Why? My father sent me here to protect the school. I've been fighting off monsters here since day one and your expelling me over false assumptions of a newspaper?!"

"It's obvious the paper in your hands is a forgery by the Outcasts meant to undermine you, me and the school. It isn't because of what you did. You've probably noticed a rise in attacks on the Outcast's behalf. It's obvious that ANTI-THESIS feels particularly threatened with a shinigami and pistol-meister running around the place enforcing justice in his own hands. The festival is in a few days and people all over will be coming. If anything were to happen, we'd be losing more than a few attending students. You understand this."

Kid didn't understand it really, but he wanted to know where he was going with this.

"The ninja and scythe-meister will stay here and continue their duty as ordered. You and your weapons will be sent back immediately until it is safe for you to come back. I've already notified your father and will be expecting your return."

Kid couldn't believe what he was hearing. He, Death the Kid, causing more problems than he was there to fix? That's inconceivable, and yet it would explain all the more frequent attacks. How these monsters prided themselves in power and reputation, with these asymmetrical cretins having even more reason to provoke him by any means. Something wasn't right.

Kid turned around and stormed out the room, pushing aside the guards at the door.

"Sir, should we go after him?" The Chairman simply smiled.

"Go ahead."

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As Kid walked across the bridge between the two buildings, his palms gripping hard into fists, his anger slowly passed into grief.

Go back! I can't go back yet. What will I do about all my friends? I trust the others, but the girls maybe in serious danger without me there. Or am I really the one responsible?

"Ah… Kid-"

"Moka!" Kid turned and saw Moka, running with a full box of newspapers in her hands. From the light beads of sweat, he could tell she's been running with those for a short while now.

"Thank God! I was worried about you after you didn't show up at the meeting today. Someone's been printing these false papers and I was trying to find all of them before anyone else reached the rest of the school."

All Kid do was look down to his feet in grief.

"Moka, I… I don't think that will be a problem after today."

"Kid?"

"I… I'll tell you about it later, okay? I need to think things over a little bit." All Kid could do was walk away, feeling Moka's stare of concern seep burn into the back of his head.

Moka stood there. She watched him. That's all she could do, concern for him, and nothing else.

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Kid was on the roof, sitting just over the safety gate with is head in his hands.

He thought about the girls

Damn.

He thought about their adventures.

Damn.

He thought about Moka.

Damn it. Damn it! DAMN IT!

His fist slammed into the ground next to him, cracking the pavement with his shinigami strength.

What should I do? How do I tell them?

KACHA

Kid lifted his head. An unfamiliar boy with short blonde hair, a cap over it, a sweater and brown slacks stood there with a red spraycan in his hands, shaking it casually, making a clicking noise, as they stared each other down.

KACHA KACHA KACHA KACHA

"What's the matter? You seem depressed… Death the Kid." As he began to spray in red all across the roof.

"Could it be that you were hung out to dry by the academy despite the effort you gave to it trying to stop us?"

Huh?! Is he-?

"That newspaper is a form a graffiti you know. Plain words. Incredible power. With you gone we could just snuff out the Newspaper club as easy as that."

Kid got on his feet and pointed at him.

"You're the one who made the newspaper!"

"Took you long enough." Kid saw what he sprayed in full. It said 'Death to the Academy - Newspaper Club'."

"Why are you doing this?" Kid demanded.

"Who knows? Our boss has a special interest in you for some reason."

"Your boss?"

"Yeah. But as for the rest of us, all we really care about is what you did to dear Mido and Mako. Not because I miss them or anything, but we all have our priorities."

Before he knew it, he felt like swords were scraping all over his body, cuts and gashes appearing all over his clothes and skin. Kid fell to one knee, gripping at the wounds on his leg.

The Graffiti Demon moved faster than Kid's eyes could follow, and before he could react, he found himself kicked square in the stomach and knocked against the iron gate on the roof. Kid cough up a pond of blood from his mouth and saw that his attacker had large blades coming out his feet in a similar, organic look as the other Outcasts.

"So… your with ANTI-THESIS."

"Good guess. All of the Outcasts are doing it now," he laughed. "Now do me a favor and die."

Out of instinct, Kid bent back, the blade on the guy's feet just barely missing his face. Kid jumped back, watching the monster's maneuvers the best to his abilities. The Outcast moved like that of an ice skater; blades cutting into the concrete like ice in a dance-like fashion. He tried at another kick to the face, Kid ducked and grabbed his leg, throwing him across the roof. Kid sped at the monster, and before he could deliver a kick on his own, the Graffiti Demon ducked under Kid and delivered a blow to Kid's back, leaving a large bleeding cut in his back. Kid collapsed to his knees, trying to rid himself of the loud 'ringing' sensation echoing in his body.

"Hmm, your much easier than they said you would be. Everyone was so nervous about it that I started to feel the same way." He pinned Kid to the ground with his to Kid's back, slowly drawing more blood. "Oh well, it doesn't matter." He lifted his leg, ready to chop Kid's head off, when…

"Stop!" Kid lifted his head to see Moka holding into the bars of the gate on the roof. Kid could see the tears building up in her eyes and slowly felt his heart brake. "Please stop. Kid's leaving the school anyway. You don't have to do this."

The Graffiti Demon put his leg back on the ground.

"Thanks to you Kid's been expelled! Isn't that enough for you? Can't you leave it at that?!"

"M-Moka, how do you know about that?"

"I-I'm sorry, But when you ran away I asked one of the teachers…and…" she raised her eyes back up with a determined look. "I won't accept it! I don't care if you've been expelled. I won't say goodbye!"

Kid and Moka looked into each other's eyes. "I'll quite school too. If your going back to the human world, I'm going with you."

Kid only blushed, taking what Moka was lamenting straight to heart. She really thinks that way? Moka…

"Expelled huh?" Kid was pulled back to reality by the Outcast. "Well now, isn't that convenient? Of course, you showing up now is convenient too. I was planning on killing you later along with the rest of the news club, but you just made my job easier."

"What?!" The monster sped at Moka, intending on slicing her throat out. Time seemed has slow down, like as if everything was underwater, as his mind tried to process what was happening.

I've lost so much blood. I can barely walk with my legs cut up. Moka's in danger. She can't defend herself with the rosary on. This man is faster than I could ever be on my own. He plans on killing Moka and everyone else here. And it's all my fault!

Moka's heart raced at the speed of her attacker, and as he flung a kick that would chop her head off, Moka brought her hands to her head, hoping to block. It only took a few seconds for her to notice that the pain hasn't reached her. She lowered her arms, and saw the reason why. There stood Kid. The cuts all over his body and on his clothes were gone, the middle stripe in his hair connected, and his right hand gripping at the attacker's throat. The dark aura around him was so strong she could see it.

If it's my fault, then I'll just have to do something about it.

"What?!" The Demon yelped in surprise as Kid slammed him into the ground. Kid readied himself for a powerful Kid to his head when the Demon flipped back with his hands and was on his feet, striking a battle pose. That was when he had a good what Kid became.

His clothes were fresh and new, his skin and eyes paler than before, three line traced over his mouth like skeleton teeth, and his aura. It was like his body was giving off dark smoke, like his body wasn't made to contain the power. He didn't know if he was shaking from fear or anxiety.

Moka was feeling the same. From what she saw him do yesterday like this, she was afraid of what would happen when he uses the madness like this.

"It seems you have more to you than I expected." The Demon readied himself in a fighting stance. Kid retorted in his Stance of Punishment, mocking him with a silent grin and motioning him to bring it. The Demon began to sweat.

"Cocky bastard, aren't you?"

"Bastard am I?" Kid retorted. The Demon tried to keep his cool as he jumped into the air, pirouetting in midair as he hopped to land a spinning kick to Kid's face. Moka's mind could barely process Kid's speed as Kid ducked under the Demon's drilling feet, making way to Moka's direction. Moka flinched, believing she would get the brunt of his attack, only for Kid to grab the front of the attacker's shirt before it landed, twirling him in circles before flinging him towards the gate. Before the Demon collapsed, Kid appeared in front of him at light-speed, grabbing him by the wrists.

"You think that you can scare me off like that? With such pathetic means to an end!?" Kid asked maniacally, his voice reaching frightening lower octaves than before. "I have slain more evil than you can count. I have traveled the world and bested the worst from its corruption. I have seen the depths of insanity and conquered it, and you believe your little club can keep me away?" Kid laughed as the Demon cried out as Kid's fingers dug into his arms, drawing blood. "I am to bring perfect order to a perfect world, and the way I see it… that doesn't include you."

The Demon cried out louder as he felt the bones in his arms forming crakes under the Reaper's strength.

"Kid, Stop it!" Moka cried. Kid looked over his shoulder and saw Moka staring at him with nervous eyes. "Please Kid… you're scaring me."

Kid stared at her with disbelief. Scaring Moka? He looked back to the Graffiti Demon he was gripping down. The blood drawn onto his hands. What am I doing?

His madness-mode dissipated, the cuts and gashes reappearing along his old clothes. He took a deep breath, trying to rid himself of his adrenaline, as he looked back at Moka.

"Moka… I-"

"Bravo." The two looked back and saw the Chairman, as well as a few of his guards, standing just a few yards away on the roof. "You've managed to catch the Graffiti Artist after all this time. He's been causing lots of trouble for us."

"Chairman? What are you-"

"I'm sorry for the ruse, Young Death, but I thought that would have been an interesting way to draw out another Monstrel for further interrogation since our last one was killed off. Maybe we'll keep this one alive long enough to find out what they're up to." Kid and Moka knew this. Mako was found killed like the agent before, apparently to keep everything secret or something. "Despite this, I'm hoping you'll stay to help the Academy with further matters."

"What? You mean Kid isn't going?" Moka asked with hope.

"Of course not. If I did that than I'd have to answer to his father, and I've known him long enough not to make him mad." He turned back to Kid. "Anyway, the school festival is coming up. Monsters from all over will be coming for a visit and I can't have anything happen while it occurs. The comity is there to keep everything running as smoothly as possible and if something were to happen to them, than who knows what will happen. So, Death the Kid, will you take my proposal?"

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So the Graffiti Artist has been caught, Kid is staying and is now with a new objective; protect the Festival Comity from the inside. Will Kid succeed at such a mission? Will the club's president keep his word? Can a young shinigami survive getting buried alive, and what does that have to do with anything? Find out next-time on DragonBa… whazat?… this isn't Dragonball? THANWHATHAVEIBEENDOINTHAN

(Sorry about that) Like I said before, I've been really busy lately with finishing a summer assignment and beginning of the year school work and setting up a gallery show. And before you ask, yes, my work is in that show. If any of you want to see it, simply request it and I'll upload it onto deviantart with the link to it ready and waiting.

Now what I want to do is introduce you to a little section I'd like to call… I don't know.

Its where I will post the titles of fanfics I recommend you to read after each chapter, and since this counts as both a Soul Eater and Rosario+Vampire fanfic, I'll choose fanfics from both of those categories. If you like those fanfics, message to them that I sent you, give them you're support (and mine too).

The first one is the only other Soul Eater/Rosario+Vampire Crossover I would recommend; "I Don't Know How To Deal With Youkai Academy" by fanfic writer Scarecrow'sMainFan. The plot is essentially the same as this fanfic, only instead of Death the Kid replacing Tsukune, it has Crona in it. Now you may be thinking "Say WHAAAAAT?!" But is actually a funny and well written fanfic. Now Scarecrow'sMainFan has been working on multiple fanfics consecutively, mostly Naruto and Bleach works, and it takes him/her a long time for him/her to produce chapters to this one, so message him/her and tell him/her that this is your favorite over his/her works so he/she could focus more on this fanfic. Check it out.

Remember, send me some ideas you might want me to include and I'll give credit where credit is due and I'll see you next time.