"I'm going to get killed if I walk in with you!" Eruka said in her defense which was quickly over turned as Justin pressed firm hand on her back and tossed her into the room then he walked in to find some witches. 'Oh, I could have a heyday in here.' Justin thought looking around at all of them. Eruka quickly got to her feet and held out the letter to the old witch with one eye. "Mabaa-sama, it's a message from Medusa."
"You bring a death scythe before me?!" Mabaa raised her hand and Justin quickly stepped between the witches.
"Listen, I'm here because we share a common enemy at the moment that you might not know about." Justin said and waited for Mabaa to lower her hand to step aside and let Eruka walk up and hand the letter to her.
Mabaa disgusting old hands ripped the envelope and pulled out a simple letter she read aloud. "'Mabaa-sama, the hidden covens are going to attack us and Shibusen. Medusa.' She writes one sentence to me?!"
"All we're asking for is that we have a truce. Neither of us attack each other." Justin said quickly. "Not too much to ask for until the hidden covens are disposed of."
Mabaa made a grunting noise. "Fine, for now our coven and Shibusen are at peace." Mabaa crooned and then pointed a finger at Eruka and flipped her hand motioning her foreword. Eruka stopped in front of the woman and was slapped to the ground. It was then a loud howl came over the area and Mabaa was hit by a large foot.
"You shitty ass old bitch!" Free yelled looking at her as he cracked his neck. "I'll fucking kill you!"
"Get him!" Mabaa cried and several witches jumped foreword only to be smacked back. Free ignored them and offered a hand to Eruka and helped her up. "Eruka Frog… you are a traitor."
"No, Mabaa-sama! It's just Free… I owe him for saving my life once." Eruka said quickly and began tugging on one of his hands. "I'll get him out of here. Come on Free."
Free lifted his arm up and dragged the small witch with it. "I want to kill her though. She hit you; don't you want her to pay?"
"I broke coven rules, it's alright." Free lowered his arm and turned to Mabaa, his face scrunched and he scowled. Justin began to walk out every now and then turning around to make sure the witch and the wolf were following.
Medusa adjusted her dress and slipped her shoes on carefully. Stein's chest heaved up and down as his insanity was finally dying down so he could finally grasped what he did and why he did it. Surprisingly, 'I did it to help everyone' only came up once. Medusa twinged a bit and looked at her arm which had a black and blue hand print on it. "If it makes you feel better, I'll keep all the bruises for a while."
"Don't bother. When did your skin fully reform?" Stein asked trying to fill the awkward moment as Medusa picked up her heavy clothes and held them in her arms.
"About a week ago, it came on completely within in hour, took a lot of my power away." She said calmly and grabbed her gloves from off the dresser. "Since we're allies now, would you like to grab a cup of coffee?"
"Just get out." Stein said defeated and rolled over in his bed. "I'm going to sulk in my shame and self-disgust for a while."
Medusa smiled looking at the scratches on his back and walked out quickly. "Suit yourself, Franken. Just don't wallow too long, it's not healthy."
Stein grabbed his pillow and held it tightly over his head to scream and swear into it.
"Soul…" Maka said quietly and nudged him as she knelt down next to the pile of blankets. "Come on, wake up."
Soul's head lifted slightly and looked at her. "Um… hi." He said fondly. He sat up and yawned lightly stretching his arms out in front of him. "What's up?"
Maka shrugged. "I just wanted someone to sit up with, it's still early, it's only six."
"I'll get up." Soul said and stood up alongside Maka and they both looked at Wes and Blair who were spooning on his bed. "It's too bad they're not together, it'd be cute."
"Well, Blair lives here, and your brother's not even from this state. Long distance relationships don't work." Maka said quietly and took Soul's hand and squeezed it.
"MAMA! Please let Papa in, I need clothes and you took my bedroom!" Death Scythe said pounding on his own bedroom door. "Wasn't it enough making me sleep on the couch?"
"No! Go back to bed for a couple hours, there are plenty of other Death Scythes to do the work." Kami yelled from inside his room.
"Mama, we discussed this before! I have to go to work!" He cried and pounded harder. "Let me in or I will break down my door."
"Fine!"
"You're letting me in?"
"No, Papa, break down your own door." Kami yelled. Suddenly the door opened and Death Scythe saw Kami in one of his shirts with her hair everywhere and a half groggy half pissed expression on her face. "Happy?"
"Not really." Death Scythe said putting an arm up on the door frame. "I miss you Kami."
"Spirit we went over this a hundred times, we don't work out. It's like taking a key card and trying to shove it in an ATM. It fits but you don't get any money out." Kami said and went over to the bed to flop down and pull the covers over her head. Death Scythe quickly grabbed fresh clothes and tossed them in a pile at the edge of the bed and sat down next to her and poked her hip. "Spirit, I will kill you."
"Remember that night in Italy." He said slowly tracing his finger along her covered figure.
"Spirit it is over!" Kami said loudly. "Just change and go would you? I'll be gone by the time you get back."
Death Scythe obediently got up and changed. He took a few steps towards the door and turned back to look at the lump on his bed. "I…" He sighed and closed the door.
