Soulbound heroes

by shados960

As the world was at stake from being swallowed in madness by the kishin asura. Maka and soul went inside the kishin’s very soul to save crona gorgon from a fate brought by his actions; preparing to make the ultimate sacrifice to redeem himself. But fate had other plans that day, as the three were taken from their world and sent into another; one filled with heroes and villains.

4. Chapter 4:Acceptance

DISCLAIMER: I do not own soul eater nor do I own my hero academia, both are respective properties of studio bones.

Chapter 4:Acceptance

"Okay then...that just happened." Ezio muttered as he and the number three and seven heroes walked to the nearby waiting room just a minute away from the room maka, soul and crona were in. The three were sitting in the waiting room as the halls continued to be busy with hospital staff walking the halls while ezio was rubbing his forehead. "Whatever the hell that was anyway."

Ezio couldn't think of anything, not one goddamn thing that could give him any clue as to what in God's name they just dealt with in there. He had never felt so baffled, so confused in a single case throughout his career. And he could easily tell the same went for Hawks and mirko, as the two high-ranking pro heroes were left In a clueless state just like he was.

"I honestly don't know I...I wasn't expecting anything like this in the slightest." Hawks admitted, having seen and heard many crazy things in his job as a pro hero, yet nothing reached this scale. "I mean I knew these kids would be a bit different, but this is a whole new level of crazy, even for me."

"I think we took them to the wrong hospital if you ask me." Mirko snarked with ezio and Hawks giving the rabbit heroine two incredulous stares. "Am I wrong?! Did you not hear the bullshit coming out of those kids' mouths? I mean I've heard a lot of lies in my time, but that has got to be the dumbest lie ever told."

Ezio and Hawks honestly couldn't blame her for having that kind of mindset, everything those kids said was quite frankly insane. A lie didn't even do it justice, it seemed more like the ramblings of an over-imaginative kid than a lie. And for 15 year old teenagers to say such crazy things, would make adults like them deem it best for these kids to be sent to a psychiatric hospital. And they were almost tempted to had it not been for the emotional reactions displayed by those children.

"It didn't seem like they were lying mirko. That girl and boy seemed genuinely shocked and confused by what we were telling them. We told them the most basic information such as Quirk regulation laws, they didn't know squat about any of it. Something that while runs differently, is still very present in the United States." Hawks replied, his voice evident with confusion to this whole matter involving the mystery vigilante trio.

"Really Hawks? What about sword swinger's blood costume? Or how they knew how to fight us with their quirks so damn well? You seriously expect me to believe they weren't lying about that lord death guy and the bullshit explanation that their friends actually on the fucking moon?!" Mirko countered the number two, not wanting to believe for a second of the nonsense spewed before her moments before.

"For god's sake mirko, they didn't even know what a quirk was! Or even an iPhone! How the hell do you lie about not knowing something so basic as that?" Hawks rhetorically asked with mirko not being able to find the words to answer him. "Cause You can't. Though to be fair, I can't deny that those children's claims didn't sound ridiculous either. But the thing is, that girl didn't act or even look like someone who was insane, trust me I've dealt with those kinds of people. she seemed perfectly sane. but at the same time. genuinely believed everything she said like it was a normal fact her whole life. Shit...this only keeps adding more and more questions than answers as to who the hell were dealing with."

Ezio would've wanted more than anything right now than to have that question be answered. Even with all his years of experience in the field, having dealt with so many criminal cases in his career that sometimes made him feel like he was in some action packed crime movie. Yet even so, he still was able to have a clear answer and solution to such crises.

This had finally been the investigation in his life as a veteran officer that left him completely stumped. He had no explanation for this whatsoever, he had never been so dumbfounded about a vigilante case before in his whole life. Hell the villain factory and Masquerade raid seemed like a game of hide and seek in comparison to this! Everything had seemed so clear before him, he was for sure that a returning symbol of evil was connected to these kids. And this whole thing was apart of some plot to begin his comeback as the shadow king of Japan. All the evidence was there, he just needed a statement to catch them in the act.

And oh boy, did he get a statement alright.

One that threw his well constructed theory out the window, and instead gave him the most insane statement he had ever heard in his life. At first, he was sure that he was right about these vigilantes being followers of AFO. Yet now? He wasn't so sure anymore. If anything he was seriously doubting anything he had been theorizing before was correct in the slightest. And while he was immensely relieved to be wrong about those vigilantes, it still left him with a whole new can of worms to deal with.

But where could he even start?

Every single word that he heard from those children was so outrageous and absurd. A god of order named Lord death? Demon weapons? Their friends being on the moon!?

What could he even do with this? How could he work with such nonsensical information given to him? Should he send them to a mental hospital?

Ezio for once didn't know, the only thing he could possibly do was follow his trained instincts and years of skill in his job to find the answers he so desperately needed. Thus after releasing a long breath he looked up to meet the gazes of the two top ten pro heroes and finally spoke.

"Mirko, Hawks, I'm certain we can unanimously agree that this is unlike anything we've ever dealt with before in our respective jobs. And right now, my intuition's telling me that either these teenagers are out of their goddamn minds or...that something is terribly wrong about this whole case." ezio muttered to a volume only the two pro heroes sitting nearby could hear.

Ezio turned his head to see the two officers that were previously in the teen's room to restrain the boy named crona's quirk standing nearby. "Hey Johnson, furamasi!" Ezio called out with the two officers soon scurrying towards the cybernetic detective.

"Yes detective?" The pink feathered officer named furamasi asked with his partner standing nearby patiently.

"I need you two to go and call the American embassy. Have them run this list of contacts the vigilantes gave us and email the report to me immediately." Ezio told the fellow officer while handing the notepad listing names and numbers maka and soul wrote down for him. And with a simple nod from furamasi and thumbs up from Johnson the duo walked a couple of steps away and got to work quickly.

"Ezio, don't tell me you actually believe that bullshit about their lord death and trip to the freakin moon being real, right?" Mirko asked her old friend in stunned disbelief.

"I assure you mirko, I don't fully believe them and I still think their story is borderline fictional. But something tells me that there's more to this than we realize, I'm just making sure that's all." It was crazy, and ezio would dare say a huge waste of time...But in the end, the old detective couldn't help but remain vigilant and look over every possible lead available to him. Especially with the unique nature of this case, he was dealing with.

To be honest, though a part of him wanted to believe they were just screwing around and those were just damn good actors with delusional behavior. But something in his gut kept telling him that wasn't the answer at all...

The proof to justify his instincts predictions of this being something in unknown territory was overwhelming...

The boy named crona who could create numerous weapons, limbs and so many other constructs out of his sentient blood quirk; and his own costume also being infused with his blood.

The other boy named soul who could fully or partially transform into a scythe with transformation and energy producing properties and protrude piano keyboards that could generate sonic bombs.

And of course the girl called maka, who would wielded her friend in his scythe form with such finesse and superhuman speed. The way they all displayed such skill in fighting their foes, almost as if they had been doing it for years now.

If he was truly wrong and AFO wasn't alive, how the hell could they have such powerful quirks? Quirks that seemed almost if they had multiple ones in their possession. Which was something downright impossible, as no one could naturally be born to possibly have more than one quirk. And even people with multiple abilities in a single quirk seemed unlikely to be the case for these teens. Their powers seemed so different and otherwise bizarre to have such claims be made about them. And with the way they just suddenly came out of nowhere without any explanation, It was almost as if...

"Ezio?" Hawks asked as he noticed the look of frustration and hard thinking painted on the mans face. Looking like he was thinking over complex calculations in his noggin before letting out a tired sigh.

"I swear, I'm getting too old for crap like this dammit." Ezio sighed out in exasperation, before taking out his phone once again.

"What are you doing now?" Hawks asked, curious to see what the detective's next move was to solve this predicament.

"I gonna make a call, I think I know someone who could help us resolve this whole case; so I'll just need you and mirko to-" Suddenly before he knew it a dinging sound came from his phones speakers as an email notification from the American embassy came up. Ezio blinked a few times at the speed his request had been delivered to him.

"Holy shit that was fast." Ezio muttered in suprsie, expecting this to have come up way longer than just five minutes. Soon enough, the two officers he had previously assigned for this task walked towards him.

"It's done detective, the embassy ran all the names those vigilantes gave you, The report is in that email sent to you just now." Furamasi told the surprised detective.

"Already? I was honestly expecting to see this in twenty minutes tops."

"You'd be shocked by how by how fast the internet runs these days sir." Johnson commented as he handed the notepad back to ezio and without wasting a second more the detective began reading the embassy's email.

"Well good, The sooner we speak with those kids parents the better." Hawks said in relief, more than ready to finally hear some answers. "I just hope they can explain their children's imaginative behavior."

"Yeah and we'll tell em how their kid mopped the floor with your ass, bird boy." Mirko chuckled in amusement.

"Are you any better than I am in that department mirko? Or should I remind you of how you got caught of guard by a fifteen year old with sonic piano notes?" Hawks countered with a cheeky smile, as the bunny girl stopped chuckling and rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Sometimes I wonder why I have to deal with you so damn much." Mirko complained in annoyance.

"No wait...This can't be right, it's impossible...there's No results?" Ezio slowly muttered as the playful argument between the two pro heroes was put to a halt. The two pro heroes turning to see a stunned ezio looking over the email sent by the embassy. The two looking over the mans shoulder as they read the email.

"That's absurd detective Ezio, the American embassy should have at least something on all those..." Hawks trailed off, his skepticism melting away and becoming frozen solid in stunned astonishment as he and Mirko read the email on ezio's phone.

'Spirit' Albarn current residence:central Nevada nearby Las Vegas.

Formerly married to 'kami' Albarn and father of maka Albarn.

Field of work:teacher at shibushan academy.

No results found in both Japanese and American databases.

'Franken Stein' and marie 'mjolnr' current residences:Central Nevada nearby Las Vegas.

Marie mjolnr's Former residence in Atlanta city.

Field of work: both work as teachers in shibushan academy

No results found in both Japanese and American databases.

Sid Barrett current residence: central Nevada nearby Las Vegas.

Field of work:teacher at shibushan academy.

No results found in both Japanese and American databases

'Death the kid' current residence:central Nevada nearby Las Vegas. Son of 'lord death'

Enrolled in shibushan academy.

No results found in both Japanese and American databases

Liz and patty Thompson current residences: central Nevada nearby Las Vegas.

Former residences New York City

Both enrolled in shibushan academy.

No results found in both Japanese and American databases.

Tsubaki nakatsuki and 'blackstar' current residences: central Nevada nearby Las Vegas.

Tsubaki Former residence in northern Japan.

Both enrolled in shibushan academy.

No results found in both Japanese and American databases.

Wes Evans and Diane Evans current residences: central Nevada, in Las Vegas city. Older Brother and grandmother of soul Evans

No results found in both Japanese and American databases.

They couldn't believe what they were reading. There was nothing...not a single piece of data on any of these people. Ezio was stubborn and continued to scroll through the rest of the list of names given on the email. Unfortunately it became very apparent that the American embassy absolutely failed to find ANY kind of information on even a single one of the contacts that was given to them.

"How the hell could they have gotten nothing on so many people? And their embassy is directly linked to our own, so they should have double, if not triple the amount of names to go through." Ezio murmured while continuing to see if there was some kind of mistake in the report. But so far it wasn't becoming very likely to be the case. But how though? The combined databanks within the two embassies should've been able to find any sort of connection on this list.

True, many of those names did sound cartoonish, but considering this was a world where superpowers exist for once, that didn't seem too far out of the realm of absurdity. You'd be shocked by how ever since quirks emerged, Americans been naming their kids some crazy ass names based off their quirks; Especially for the appearances people with mutant type quirks had.

Even so, something should have at least come up. The fact that they couldn't any sort of information on even a single name was very alarming, to say the least. True he had taken out "death city" from the list, but embassy didn't need that kind of specific information. As long as they had knowledge on the country a person was in, and the first and last name, they could find him or her like it was nothing. An occurance like this almost NEVER happened, not with so many contacts like this.

Something wasn't right...

"Hah! What did I tell you ezio, these kids are lying off their asses!" Mirko claimed almost proudly. "I'm honestly shocked they didn't message us for wasting their damn time. And I wouldn't have blamed them!"

"Mirko I...I'm not so sure." Mirko then whipped her head to look at ezio as if he grew ten new arms.

"What!? The hell are you talking about? The proof is literally in the palm of your hand, how could you not think they were lying!?" Mirko incredulously asked, yet ezio's unsure and contemplating glance turned into a more stern and resolute expression.

"Mirko it's too soon to say if they're lying or not, that'll be my job to decide. But for now I'm starting to think something's really is up. The American embassy may not be picture perfect, but there's no way they could've gotten nothing on every single one of these contacts."

"Besides why would they lie about their guardians and their friends? They seemed pretty desperate to speak with them, so it wouldn't make any sense to fake their families and friends contact information." Hawks added as mirko seemed very reluctant to accept the two and their reasoning. Yet As much as she hated to admit this, Hawks wasn't wrong.

Those emotions weren't lies told as an excuse, that girl and her friends seemed genuinely shocked and scared. The desperation to get back home was evident in their voices and in their shaken eyes. You can be the best actor in the world, but even then, you'd never be able to fake true emotions like those kids had displayed.

"It doesn't matter what we believe is a lie or fact; we still have three foreign minors with no visa's, no identification or any kind of parental guardians whatsoever, thus making them a bunch of illegal immigrants; ones who've broken the law no less. And to make matters worse, we still have no idea where they really came from or what to do with them." Ezio summed up their situation with these mystery kids, as he then stood up and started typed on his phone.

"So as I was saying before, I'm gonna call someone I know." Ezio exhaled a long breath through her old mouth. "I never thought someone like me would ever have to call him for help, but it seems I have no choice at this point. Hopefully he'll finally bring some clarity to all this insanity once he gets here." Ezio explained the two pro heroes who seemed interested by whoever this person was for someone like ezio to hold in such regard.

"So far things seem calm and stable for now, but I'd prefer if one of you would stay and continue monitoring the vigilantes in case something happens." Ezio told the two pro heroes as he texted his friend to call him immediately.

"Alright then, I guess I'll be heading back up to fill out my release forms. Mirko you should probably stay here in the meantime and watch over those vigilantes." Hawks causally told the rabbit hero.

"Wait-what!? And why the hell should I be on guard duty for a bunch of whacko children?!" Mirko heatedly asked, not at all looking forward to act like some kind of guard dog for three brats who believe in a god of order and people flying to the moon.

"Cause you accepted the job, don't you remember?" Hawks retorted, and as mirko was about to make a comeback she paused before growling in frustration.

"Goddamnit..." mirko angrily hissed, remembering her saying yes to ezio's request a couple minutes ago.

"Mirko listen you and I both know you need to stay here; one of us needs to write a report of what exactly happened. so that way the public hero safety commission can show the media we were able to resolve this vigilante situation. And the only way to do that is to be there for when ezio's friend comes." Hawks stated to a frustrated mirko, who got up from his seat and began walking back to their hospital room.

"Shouldn't that be your job though? After all your pretty close to those big suits in charge, so wouldn't it be better if you stay instead of me?" Mirko tried reasoning yet Hawks didn't seem to bothered by this.

"True, but its a requirement from both our agencies. One way or another, were involved in this case, and the public hero safety commission doesn't really care which of us makes the report. So long as it's detailed it won't matter. Plus your reckless drive to fight in the end helped result in that building collapsing in your fight with two of those vigilantes. So I think this could be a lesson for you to think first before charging into battle." Hawks then continued walking, leaving a ticked off mirko standing in the waiting room.

"Cmon mirko, hawks means well; the guy isn't out to dump this on you out of spite. He only wants this to be done right, you can't fault him for that." Ezio said while his phone rang two times, as mirko let out an exasperated breath before rolling her eyes.

"Ugh fine," mirko reluctantly relented. "Just don't expect me to be standing like a statue 24/7. I'm gonna get a cup of coffee, take breather from this shit." Ezio giving an amused expression at the fuming mirko as she stomped to the hospitals cafe.

Yet soon enough his amusement went away like switch being turned off, as a voice come through his phone.

"Well, well if it isn't good old ezio calling me after all this time. It's been a while buddy." A middle aged man's voice casually told the detective.

"Same here Ōkabo, it's been what 3 years since I last saw you?" Ezio tried to recall, having a hard time remembering when he last saw or heard of the man.

"Yep, I honestly thought at one point that I'd never see ya again, at least for that job. Unfortunately you picked a bad time to call me, I'm in the middle of drawing up some new ideas before my deadline hits."

"Y-Yeah, sorry about that atushi, I didn't mean to disrupt your job so abruptly like that." Ezio nervously apologized. "I know it's been a while but I'm calling you because I have a...very unusual case on my hands. One that I believe requires your assistance." Ezio explained to the man on the other end, who released a interested "hmmm" sound.

"Really now? How unusual are we talking about here? Cause this better not be you wasting my time trying to find some hidden villain hideout in the city or or some other kind of generic investigation."

"God I wish that was it, but no. I'm dealing with three foreign American teenagers, most of who seem to almost have multiple quirks. They Know nothing of Quirks themselves or the laws of in our country; and don't seem to have any indication of having parental guardians. But the real kicker is that they keep talking about some 'death city' and an apparent 'god', who runs a bunch of demon weapon/meister schools named shibushan academies around the world." Ezio further clarified, without missing a single beat. yet nothing came up on the other end. There was nothing but what could assumed to be stunned silence. With only the faint sound of a small object dropping on a solid surface being heard.

"Ezio if this is your definition of a joke, then I assure you i am not laughing. Nor am I in the mood to be called out of the blue for the utter nonsense I just heard." The man named atushi coldly told the veteran cop, clearly not amused one bit by what ezio just said.

"I assure you Ōkabo, I never joke around when it comes to my job nor my cases. What I'm telling you is the one hundred percent truth. These kids don't even know what a goddamn iPhone is for Pete's sake, you think I could even come up with a crazy ass lie like this?" And once again the man on the other line had nothing to say, silence once again filling the phone call between them.

Though it wasn't long however until she spoke once more.

"Alright then...consider me officially intrigued; I'll be over there in 20 to 30 minutes tops. I don't know what kind of insanity you've stumbled yourself into my friend. But madness and creativity are said to be one and the same; so i got a have a good feeling in my gut this may be worth all the trouble." Atushi told the cybernetic detective who let out a small breath of relief at his friends answer.

"Thanks a lot man. I'll have everything you need set up for when you arrive." Ezio thanked before hanging up, he then walked up to the two cops he talked to before.

"Alright boys, We're gonna need go down to the lobby and find a television and bring it up here." Ezio ordered the two cops who listened intently to his words, yet still couldn't keep their baffled expressions at bay.

"Uh sure thing sir, but why do we need a TV for?" Furamasi questioned such as bizarre request.

"Its for a civilian consultant coming here to help us with these vigilantes, so he'll be needing it." Ezio replied to the officer who widened his eyes momentarily before nodding in understanding fashion. Now having figured out who this 'special guest' was, yet still being surprised by it all the same. Yet before he and his elephantine partner could leave with the detective, the feathered officer wanted to ask one last question.

"Alright, but one last thing, what kind of tv do want us to bring up here?" Furamasi once again asked.

"A clear and lengthy flat screen TV, now let's go get it done, we have thirty minutes at most before he arrives here." And with two quick salutes, the two cops ran down the hall to catch up to ezio and help bring up the requested item.

The balding detective taking a moment to release a tired sigh and rubbed his forehead while he speedily walked down the hallway to the elevator.

How did this happen?

How did this all become so freaking complicated?

Everything was so simple twenty minutes ago.

He was only sent to interrogate a bunch of teenage vigilantes and give them a serious warning and just slap on a punishment of community service.

At least that was the original plan...

But then after talking with Hawks and rumi he feared an ancient evil of Japan had returned, and was using these kids as a way to begin his plot against hero society. And then force them to spill their secrets on all they knew about him and what he was planning next.

That was the new plan...until he actually met them.

The veteran cop never imagining in a million years it eventually would end up trying to figure out who three kids spouting about death city, reaper god's and demon weapons really were. Forcing ezio to call someone like atushi to help him for the first time in any of his cases.

Cause now he had no plan whatsoever.

At least not until ōkabo comes with his miracle of a quirk and give him an idea as what to do next.

"How in gods name did I get caught up in this crazy bullshit?" Ezio muttered under his breath, wondering where this nonsensical day was going to take him next.

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CENTRAL HOSPITAL THIRD FLOOR

Silence.

Complete and total silence.

That was all that remained dominant within the trio's hospital room for the past ten minutes now. The only other sound in the room was the occasional beeping and humming noises coming from the medical machines placed near crona and maka's beds.

They had no words.

Nothing at all.

Their thought processes being too clogged with stunned shock to allow them to move their mouths. They just sat there unable to believe what just happened ten minutes ago. But then again who could blame them for being so frozen like this.

How could anyone react any differently to finding out their home, and everything they knew their whole lives suddenly having no indication of ever existing in the first place?

Yet it seemed maka had enough mental strength to release herself from her state of numb shock as she moved the muscles in her face and spoke.

"What...what just happened?" Maka whispered, finally breaking the silence within the room.

"I don't know maka." Soul replied in a hush tone, completely unlike the cool and lively demon scythe everyone knew him as.

"This doesn't make any sense...how could a major city in Japan...the entire internet, have no knowledge of death city and shibushan?" Maka asked her voice louder than before yet it still sounded just as empty.

"To be honest I'm starting to think this all some kind of freaky ass dream we're all stuck in." Soul joked to try and lighten up the despondent mood in the room. But judging by Maka's unchanging expression it didn't seem to work very well.

"More like a nightmare..." maka gloomily replied with her loose ash blonde hair covering her eyes as she sat upright on the bed. Having removed her casted foot from the sling to give her more mobility, she sat there with her legs spread out and continued trying to process everything that had occurred. Crona was no better as he only hugged his legs while sitting in a fetal position on his bed; the swordsman being strangely quiet than even his friends had been. With light tremors barley seen being made throughout his body.

"Hey soul, do you really think they'll be able to get in contact with everyone?" Maka quietly asked.

"Of course they will maka. There's no way in hell they'd be unable to find them, we just gotta be patient." Soul said as optimistically as possible, but maka didn't seem to buy her death scythes words one bit.

"They couldn't find shibushan or death city on the internet soul, so what makes you think our friends will be any different?" Maka bitterly retorted raising her head up to reveal her distraught green eyes.

"Maka I know your worried but we just need to-"

"Soul...I'm scared," maka muttered causing soul to widen his eyes in stunned surprise and crona to finally look up from his position. "I want to be brave and believe that everything's going to be fine like your saying it'll be. But I can't soul, I don't know what's happening anymore." Maka told her weapon in honest truth, now completely clueless and increasingly worried of what where they really were.

And more importantly if they could still find a way back home.

"That detective said we're in Fukuoka city, but I definitely don't remember it having a bunch of people who look like they came out of a comic book. And the fact that there's zero information on shibushan or death city is making me seriously question where that book took us. So tell me soul...where are we really?" maka gravely asked her albino death scythe, her eyes displaying the struggle to contain her desperation for a clear and logical answer to all this. One that could keep at bay the gnawing fear bubbling in her soul that kept feeding her panic. She very strong however. Strong enough to not easily give into this fear, but even as someone as brave as her can only handle so much before she needed the help of her close friend. She just needed an answer, something to reassure herself that things weren't nearly as bad as she been thinking.

A single answer to reassure her hopes of being able to go back home.

Yet soul sadly didn't have one for his meister. As much as he wanted to say something that he knew would help and bring clarity to their problem, there just wasn't any he could come up with. They were supposedly In Fukuoka city, but like maka said this clearly wasn't like the one they knew of. And it only added more confusion and frustration to where that goddamn book kidnapped them to. Yet he couldn't keep saying "I don't know" Like some clueless fool. That be beyond uncool to do his meister, who was definitely shaken by this as he was.

And that was truly an accomplishment.

Not since that mental blow from the envy chapter illusion within the book of eibon, during their mission to rescue kid did maka seem so hopeless like this. It truly showed just how serious their situation is right now for his brave, badass meister to look so scared and empty.

Yet he couldn't say he was beaming with hope either, he himself was somewhat freaking out internally from those revelations form earlier. The only real reason why he wasn't so expressive about it was because he needed to keep a calm, cool head for his meister to have support in this.

Unfortunately he was doing a piss poor job at it. Which already told Soul he needed to step up, after all he was a freakin death scythe after all. Maka's death scythe most of all, and there was no way in hell he was gonna leave his best friend in such a crappy state.

Yet before soul could give maka something to at least calm their fears away and bring back some hope in their bleak predicament, a certain someone had beaten him to it.

"M-maka, I-I know where we really are." Crona spoke up in a quiet yet still very hearable mutter. The former spartoi students turning their heads to look at their friend in both surprise and confusion.

"What are you talking about crona?" Maka stated with a raised eyebrow at her friend, her fear temporarily subsiding as bewilderment for her friend's statement took its place. What did crona mean by knowing where they were? They've been told they were in a major city in Japan, what else was there to tell? But she couldn't help but feel that there may very well be more to this than she or her weapon realized.

For soul, however, his confusion began to slowly turn into suspicion. Soul at this point needing to confront something he'd been noticing since they talked with that detective about their home. At first, he didn't want to accuse the poor guy, after all, he did for them, but given the direness of their situation and crona's strange behavior he couldn't wave this off.

As soul could easily see now that crona had been keeping something from them.

soul put his hands away his pockets and got up from the chair he'd been sitting in near maka. He slowly walked forward until he was now standing at the foot of the bed crona had been sitting in. A pair of narrowed red eyes met the tranquil fear of two cerulean eyes. For a whole minute, a tense silence ensued as the death scythe and former demon swordsman stared at each other.

"Soul?" Maka called out in confusion at her death scythes sudden shift in behavior.

Why was soul acting so strange towards crona now all of a sudden? As she did not like the suspicion soul's scarlet eyes held for the pink haired teen.

"What are you hiding crona?" Soul asked straightforwardly, wanting to immediately get to the point of this serious matter.

"W-what do you mean?" Crona questioned back, his voice tainted with a fearful stutter, a verbal habit that only spiked up when he was afraid of something.

"I've noticed how you've been pretty quiet this whole time. you never really spoke when we were talking to that detective about trying to contact our home. All you did was sit there and shake like a leaf, almost as if your were afraid of something was gonna happen." Soul calmly explained the behavior of the swordsman he'd had observed for the past ten minutes, until an icy tone was slowly becoming evident as he continued speaking to crona.

"At first I thought you were worried about the guy figuring out who you were. Which would've been understandable and something I would've helped you kept hidden...until I realized that wasn't the case. You were afraid of that detective bringing up death city and shibushan because you knew, or at least seem to have had an idea of what was gonna come up on his phone." Crona said nothing back to the death scythe, merely hugging his legs tighter to his chest while retreating from soul's stern gaze. "And now that I think about it, I remember you were trying to tell us something earlier before Ragnarok interrupted you. Whatever it was, must've been pretty serious to make you become a stuttering mess as you tried to tell us. So what was it crona? What's this secret you've been keeping from us?" Yet as soul waited for a response, nothing came out of crona much much to his frustration. Instead, the boy's skinny body trembled further, being so afraid of what would happen should he speak anything. The sight of which brought a strong pang of guilt to the demon weapon.

Soul hated doing this to the guy who helped them save a little girl from that collapsing building. The scythe felt like a total son of bitch, for acting like such an accusatory A-hole towards crona. But he needed to get the truth out him. They couldn't afford to waste any more time and be left clueless about their problem, they needed answers to this, and they needed them now.

Maka however refusing to let souls' sudden interrogation of crona continue immediately came to her friend's defense from such accusations.

"Soul what the heck's gotten into you?! Why are treating crona like this after all he's done for us?" Maka demanded unable to believe the fact her best friend was accusing crona like this.

"Because I'm pretty sure your starting to see the same thing I'm seeing! I don't want to accuse him like he's some criminal, I really don't maka, but it's been pretty damn obvious now that he's been hiding something from us." Soul claimed to his meister. "Why else would he be acting like this? You saw how he tried swaying us from searching up for shibushan. Almost as if he knew what was going to come up and tried to keep it hidden. Don't tell me you don't find that at all suspicious." Soul reasoned to the scythe meister who instead of saying anything, now shifted to a reluctant look on her face as she took in her weapons words.

She didn't want to believe it, she really didn't, but now that she thought about she had noticed this suspicious behavior in crona. He did in fact try and persuade her from searching up shibushan and convince her to wait till later. Something she found to be very weird, especially since the urgency they had for going back home. And now that she thought about it, crona did seem suddenly anxious for some reason when he tried to tell them something earlier. Could it be that whatever crona wanted to tell them was connected to their bizarre crisis?

Her heart clenched and the muscles in her face scrunched in frustrated reluctance at this possibility being true. She just hoped her friend would reveal it already, and that whatever it was, could help them bring clarity to this whole mess.

With maka's silence indicating her reluctant agreement in his claims to some extent Soul then turned his attention back to crona. "So I'm only gonna ask you this once crona...Where the hell are we?" Soul asked yet while his tone remained firm there wasn't any coldness to his voice anymore. Just a calm almost pleading one instead. All he and maka wanted was an answer to explain all of this.

For a moment there was only patient silence as soul awaited crona's answer. His trembling has ceased but was still hugging his legs, looking almost as frozen like a statue. Yet after what felt like hours in mere minutes, crona raised his head up from his knees; yet still had his eyes being hidden underneath his pink bangs. All while gripping his legs tighter like they were some kind of stress balls attached to him.

"W-w-we...w-we're in another world." Crona said to the looming soul, having finally revealed this secret after all this time.

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Soon enough a wave of stunned shock hit the room like freight train. Soul and maka staring at their friend with eyes wide as saucers and slightly hung open jaws, as they processed what crona just said right now. The air being so thick with heavy shock you could practically slice it like butter.

"Crona...w-what did you just say?" Maka asked in quiet yet immensely shocked voice. She wanted to absolutely make sure she had actually heard that insane answer crona just spoke out of his mouth.

Soul meanwhile just continued giving the swordsman an extremely incredulous look on his features. The scythe not expecting in a million years that crona would actually say something like that.

"I'm sorry? But what the FUCK did I just hear come out of your mouth!?" Ragnarok brashly questioned as the sword emerged from his meisters back, proceeding to glare at him with a mixed of incredulousness and mockery. Crona flinched under his weapons glare but continued to press forward with his explanation.

"I-I said I don't think this is our world." Crona repeated making sure his friends and the imp attached to him heard him well. "T-the reason why there is no knowledge of death city and shibushan is because they don't exist here." Crona answered more thoroughly yet still in a quiet tone as his voice trembled with each word spoken. Almost as if he still couldn't believe what he was saying himself unlike his friends who definitely didn't. The spartoi students and his weapon continued to stare at him as if he had grown three more heads.

There's no way crona could be serious about this. Sure some recent revelations they've learned were...very, very troubling to say the least. But there's no way the answer to all this could be something like being taken to another world! It had to be a joke, some kind of attempt from the shy swordsman to lighten the mood.

Yeah that had to be it.

Or at least that's what soul thought, as in a few moments afterwards he began to chuckle in nervous amusement at crona's irrational explanation for all this.

"Heh, Alright that's pretty funny man but this isn't the time for jokes." Soul chuckled hoping that crona was joking but it seemed more and more likely that he wasn't. Soul chuckling soon halting to a stunned frown with Crona raising his head up further to reveal from his bangs a set of serious yet very shaken eyes.

"S-soul I'm not joking." Crona corrected his friend as he tried to get his point across to them.

"Oh god, your actually being serious aren't you?" Ragnarok said in disappointment that his meister was actually being serious about something so stupid as being freakin dragged into another damn world.

Maka however wasn't like soul and didn't find what crona had been saying to be funny in the slightest. The young albarn's stunned expression turning into a scolding glare that easily showed how maka was not amused by what she was hearing.

"Crona this isn't the time to be saying something so ridiculous, what on earth would make you think of something so ludicrous as us being in another world?" Maka questioned with a semi-stern tone, trying her best to get rid of the stunned shock of what she heard. She was not at all in the mood for adding even more insanity to this. Even though a voice in the back of her head kept whispering that what crona was saying may very well be true. Maka desperately kept pushing this voice down, trying to keeping its influence from entering her mind any further; and convince her to believe something like this.

Yet the recent memories of shibushan and death city being absent in the minds of those living in Japan brought concerned and growing doubt to intensely arise from this.

This couldn't be true, there's no way...right?

But as maka held this internal struggle within herself, crona spoke a single question to snap back into reality.

"Maka do you remember when I tried showing you something I saw back when we came out of that park?" Crona curiously questioned the scythe meister, her scolding expression soon turning into one of bewilderment. She didn't know where crona was going with this but decided to play along and answer his question.

"Y-Yeah, you showed me that crowd of people with all those crazy features on them." Maka remembered, the memory of such a baffling sight still very fresh in her mind. "To be honest i'm still having a hard time believing that I actually saw all that." It was something that completely centralized her vision at the time, as she honestly couldn't pay attention to anything else in that moment.

"T-That wasn't what I was trying to show you e-earlier." Crona confessed as maka and soul looked at the swordsman in surprise, wondering what it was then did crona see that they somehow didn't. Crona already could feel a thick spike of dread pierce his heart and making his jaw want to stay shut.

But There was no turning back from this, he had to keep moving forward and say what needed to be said. "I still s-saw all those people of course, I couldn't believe it was real either. But it's what I saw i-in the s-sky before that...a-almost made me faint."

"Made you faint?" Soul repeated in disbelief, momentarily unable to believe what he just heard. The shy swordsman nodding in confirmation of his reaction from yesterday towards whatever it is he saw. "crona just what the hell did you see that could've possibly made you almost pass out?" Soul asked in bafflement raising while raising eyebrow. Already demanding to know what almost made someone like crona, who fought and killed a death scythe; and was previously ready to trap himself on the moon with the kishin to nearly faint at the very sight of it.

"I...I saw the sun soul." Crona replied in a serious tone, his face expressing no sign of lying or falseness whatsoever in what he just said. Yet it didn't help at all to prevent the stunned silence that immediately followed from these words.

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"Um buddy...of course you saw the sun there that's where it is, where it's always been." Soul slowly said with a dumbfounded expression and worry laced in his voice. Both maka or soul were in utter disbelief from crona's reason for believing they were in another world.

The sun?

Why the hell did the sun have anything to do with this?

It sounded so nonsensical, so illogical, so-

But then the former spartoi students soon remembered everything crona went through before this all happened.

How crona was only very recently unintegrated from the overwhelming madness from temporarily consuming the kishin. How even before the battle on the moon, crona had developed such intense madness, that not even Maka's anti-demon wavelength could properly heal. And coupled with him being inside the kishin's literal soul, it would no doubt leave some mark on crona.

Or maybe even revitalize the remnants of his madness.

"Crona...are you alright?" Maka asked cautiously, with her concerned green eyes locking onto her friend. Now very worried about crona's state of mind and worse yet, that madness may have begun to infect his soul again.

They wanted their suspicions to be false, they didn't want to believe even for a millisecond of this being possible. It be so much easier for the meister and weapon pair to dismiss as the impossible. But now maka and soul were beginning to suspect that something worse might be at play here. At this moment being greatly concerned about crona's mental health and the current state of his already weakly stable sanity.

The cartoony star was still probably laughing like how it always was, so why would crona have "the sun" remotely count as evidence to justify a claim as crazy as being sent to another world?

Crona was at first confused from seeing the wary and strange expressions on their faces, wondering why they were giving him such looks. However thinking back to what he just said, and what happened to him before being sent here resulted in a spark of realization to occur. Crona's eyes widened in frantic alarm as he easily figured out what they might be thinking.

They thought he was mad again.

He couldn't blame them at all for not assuming that his madness had returned. He did absorb the kishin after all and was for an period of time inside asura's soul. That alone would be enough to back up the suspicions of having gone back to madness again. But even though he understood why they felt that way, it still didn't help him at all.

Cause now maka and soul wouldn't be able to believe that anything he'd been saying was true for a second.

After all who would believe the words of someone potentially mad?

"W-Wait! Maka, soul I-It's not like that! I swear I'm not-" crona frantically tried explaining himself only for ragnarok to abruptly cut him off.

"Not insane, my nonexistent ass! Guess I was wrong before about you snappin out of your shit, your still nuts!" Ragnarok accused his pink haired meister.

"I said I'm not infected with madness again!" Crona snapped at his weapon, the two students of shibushan flinched in surprise by their friend's short burst of anger. That outburst being a sign of how that was a very sensitive topic for the teen to talk about; much less be accused of again. Not that either one of them could blame him for feeling that way, but were startled by it nonetheless.

After taking a deep breath, crona calmed himself down enough to explain himself. "I-m talking about the sun because there was something wrong with it; Something very...very wrong." crona further elaborated to his weapon and the shibushan pair. Crona resisted the urge to shiver as he recounted his recent memory from yesterday. It was something he didn't think he'd ever be able to unsee, nor forget.

How that thing in the sky replaced such a common sight that everyone had always seen since they were born. And even for someone feared as him who slew nearly half of a hundred thousand lives, felt dizzy and lightheaded when that mockery of sun came to his vision.

The funny thing is, he nearly missed it. The only reason crona managed to see it and his friends didn't, was because he stood a few steps farther from the entrance of the park. Allowing him to get a glimpse of that alien sun hiding behind a few tall building yet narrow buildings. He tried to tell maka what he was seeing at the time, but she and soul misinterpreted it towards the crowd of chimeric people passing by. And when he looked down to see it, he was only sent further into a even worse state of frozen shock.

He almost wished he hadn't seen it in the first place, and that he was instead blessed with blissful ignorance like maka and soul. Yet he knew such a wish would only be temporary, he would've inevitably seen it, and right now his friends needed to accept the same fact he did.

Soul was still very skeptical by the swordsman's claims as he merely raised an eyebrow at him. The scythe still tirelessly wondering why the hell the sun was a good enough reason for crona to suddenly believe they got sent to another earth.

"Crona what could possibly be wrong with the sun? Like you said It's still up there with laughing like it heard the best freakin joke in the world. So why are you-?"

"Because it didn't have a face to laugh with soul." Crona grimly declared as the former demon swordsman was forced to watch as his friends were once again sent into another stunned silence. The two students of shibushan merely blinking in stunned bafflement at latest piece of "evidence" crona provided them.

Did he actually think the sun didn't have a face? That was ridiculous, how could anyone not be able to see something so omnipresent; as the sun's ever presently grinning features seen almost every single day?

"What? That's crazy crona. Of course the sun has a face it's always had one." Maka retorted while reeling in from her shock.

"Not this one. The only thing I saw was a bright ball of light in the sky, nothing more, nothing less." Crona grimly told maka, even if he was wishing now that what he saw wasn't real, the fact remained that he couldn't deny what he saw in the sky.

"Then you must have been seeing things, cause there is no way in hell that the sun doesn't have a face." Soul rebuked the swordsman now growing tired of the irrationality being spoken by crona.

Crona turned to maka, hoping that she'd be different, But unfortunately despite the reluctance in her features, skepticism was still prominent from her weapons words.

"I'm sorry crona, but soul's right. It's simply impossible that what you saw was real. You probably didn't get a good look at it and thought it was faceless." Maka tried to reason with the swordsman. Yet crona wasn't shaken from his beliefs of what he saw and persisted in trying to convince them otherwise.

"I wasn't seeing things maka, you have to believe me; just look at the sky for a moment. It's the middle of the afternoon so the s-sun should be out for a while. All I ask is that you just look outside the window and see the sun yourself...please." Crona pleaded ebon eyes to convince maka to see he was telling the truth.

Maka looked down at her lap for a moment while having a contemplating look on her face. The scythe meister continuing to think about her options and what should she do.

On one hand, crona's claims about the sun being faceless were absurdity at its purest form. Something that the logical side of her was telling her that she shouldn't be wasting time on this given their predicament.

Yet the emotional side of her on the other hand, was telling her that she should trust crona and see if it's true. She didn't know why, wether it was due to their bond or something else entirely; but crona's pleading expression made it much hard for her to say no to. The most likely reason was how she knew very well that crona wasn't a good liar and wouldn't make something like this up if he didn't see it.

And after using her soul perception on crona, did she see how he wasn't afflicted with madness again. But to her surprise she found out that his soul had changed quite a bit. Having shrunken down from the massive size it was when he absorbed the kishin, to still being decent in size for a human/witch soul. Almost being the size of a mighty soul even, which impressed the albarn daughter. But even with the swordsman's soul changing in size, maka still found that it had no trace of intense madness anymore. His soul was practically cleansed of the spiritual corruption that tainted it. The only thing she did found odd was that a mysterious red electrical like energy would occasionally manifest near and around his soul.

Maka theorized this could've been a fallout effect from being merged with an entity of primordial madness. Yet she unfortunately couldn't think of any other reason, as crona was the first person in history to have ever become a vessel for a kishin's power. But even if she did find this discovery to be concerning; it didn't seem to be active in crona's wavelength in any possible manner.

Which only cemented the fact that her friend was rational and sane. And this being very likely the same for when he supposedly saw the "faceless" sun. Making maka's choice in this whole matter even harder to deny and brush off so easily.

'Did crona really see something like that? Did he actually see the sun without a laughing face?' Maka mentally questioned to herself as she was having trouble fully believing yet also fully doubting crona's claims. It was so preposterous, yet already so many other events and information she and her friends discovered, had created a good chunk of duplicitous thoughts that made her question if she was right or not.

The people with cores in their souls that gave them superpowers and most likely changed their bodies to those bizarre forms.

The presence of "superheroes" that everyone here treated as if it had always been a common fact.

And the disturbing discovery that no knowledge of shibushan and death city existed even on the internet; were seriously stacking up against her and making it so hard to be skeptical.

But she still didn't want to believe it.

Not only because being sent to another dimension was beyond the border of fiction, even in the crazy world she lived in. But the mere prospect of something like this being even remotely true was simply...terrifying.

In the end however, she still had to decide if she should listen to her dear friend or not much to maka's frustration.

'What should I do?' Maka wondered in contemplation, trying to see what was the right choice in this precarious predicament she'd been put into.

But as maka was deciding what to do, Ragnarok took the opportunity to mockingly laugh at his meister and his dimension his hopping claims.

"Hahahahahaha!!! Oh-oh t-this is so fucking hilarious! Here I thought the cow woman was priceless, but here you are to blow my expectations away!" Ragnarok cackled to his pink haired meister. "Do you honestly expect this chick to believe your crazy ass about the sun!? Please! like hell anyone is going to bother to entertain your delusional ass!"

"Okay crona." maka finally answered as both crona and ragnarok looked at the meister in shock. The former especially so, since despite their close bond, he didn't think even she would listen to him.

Soul himself even looked surprised by his meister being so willing to go along with this and see if what crona saw about the sun was credible.

"Y-you believe m-me?" Crona asked in flabbergasted shock by the fact maka was truly considering his words to be true instead of rejecting them.

"WHAT?! Do you actually believe this crazy fucker!?" Ragnarok butted in, his ping pong eyes and the X on his face warping to express what could be considered shock at the scythe meisters answer.

"Yes and no," maka admitted with an unsure expression. "While I don't entirely believe what you saw was true, I do know without a doubt, that you would never lie to us about this if your acting so serious about it. And I definitely know for a fact that you'd never lie to me of all people." Maka told the stunned gorgon with a small smile, having meant every single word. True she still held stubborn doubts about what crona saw yesterday, but with everything that's happened...

At this point she needed to just chance it and at least see it for herself.

Thus maka began to get out of the bed, while reaching her hands towards a pair of crutches that were placed near her bed.

Soul however wasn't all to inclined to have maka be walking about so soon with her fresh injury still needing time to heal.

"H-Hey maka take it easy, you shouldn't be moving around so soon!" Soul hastily advised in worry of his meister's injured condition; as he took a few steps towards her bed. Only for maka to immediately casually waved off her albino friend's concerns.

"It's alright soul I'm not gonna fall and break like some fragile piece of glass, I can get up just fine." Maka told the cautious scythe, feeling touched by his concern over her, yet still didn't feel nor want to be coddled all because of her bruised foot. With her death scythes worries put at ease, maka swiftly grabbed the crutches and used her good foot to stand up and began walking as best she could towards the rooms covered windows.

Just one push of these two curtains.

All she needed to do was push these white curtains away, to glance at the omnipresent orb of light within the sky and see if it's changed form was actually true. It was ridiculous to actually consider such wild claims to be true; but she started to consider that this may be a necessary gamble to take. So many things weren't making any sense or were adding up in any logical way. She didn't know what to really expect from accomplishing the request of her friend, but hopefully it'll bring a sensible answer to her many questions and what to do next.

Soul could only continue to look on at his meister in astonishment at her willingness to see if crona was telling the truth about this.

With Crona himself, staring at maka in similar shocked awe by Maka's unexpected actions.

He couldn't believe it, she was actually listening to him. While anyone else would've simply called him crazy and disregarded his words, maka didn't. Instead she trusted him and was going as far as to see if his claims were true.

But why?

Did she really trust him that much?

Why would someone so pure and kindhearted like maka, trust the ramblings of a man who had done so many terrible things to her and the world they lived in? But before he even knew it, the answer already came back to him. He almost couldn't believe how easily he forgot what kept maka from never giving up on him. And what recently led his loud mouthed weapon to actually listen to him when he most needed him the most.

"But Isn't that called believing?" Maka's bewildered answer from yesterday rang into his head.

Those very words that at first sounded so alien and bizarre to the swordsman; yet only now did they make so much sense. Just like how maka believed he could be redeemed and be free of his dark path, did she have the very same or at the very least similar amounts of faith in his claims. A Soothing warmth hit the swordsman's very soul as a calming wavelength resonated throughout its entirety. The very fact that maka truly held such a deep spot in her garden of compassion and acceptance truly touched every inch of crona's heart with a very rare amount of happiness. The son of medusa feeling so honored that maka had placed so much trust and belief in him, that only the closest of her friends and family would ever receive.

And as a deeply warmed expression made way to crona's face, ragnarok could only gape in stupefied shock at the ash blonde meister making her way to look at the window.

"Wha-what the-your actually believing this idiot!?" Ragnarok sputtered in disbelief. "God, of course you are. After all you seem willing to do fucking anything for him, and for what? So you can try getting in his pants!?" Ragnarok rudely snarked as crona was soon snapped out of his happy daze, his joyful expression replaced with a deep blush as he looked down in embarrassment.

"Hey dumbass, it's called believing in your friends, something you wouldn't know a damn thing about." Soul scolded the rude sword with a annoyed tone in his voice.

"Oh please, like I need a bunch of losers around me twenty four seven like some damn parasite!" Ragnarok angrily retorted while childishly crossing his little arms to his chest. Yet didn't seem to notice the strange glances aimed towards him.

"Uh buddy, have ever looked in a mirror before?" Soul remarked with a raised eyebrow, amazed by how ragnarok was so ignorant to the irony and hypocrisy in his comeback.

"Don't know, have you shark breath!?" Ragnarok childishly rebuked, with soul only rolling his eyes at the little demons immature ranting.

"Ragnarok that's enough, quite trying to cause fights for no reason." Crona reprimanded his weapon after shaking off his embarrassment, to keep the big mouth of his merged weapon partner under control.

Something that was very unlikely to happen.

"Enough? Pfft Yeah sure, maybe if that bullshit about sun you rambled on about from earlier is actually true, maybe I'll-"

CLANG!

CLANG!

Suddenly the sound of two metal objects falling to the floor startled the three; interrupting whatever mocking insult ragnarok was about to say.

Then in seconds they heard a quiet voice speak.

"I-it c-can't be..i-its impossible." Maka whispered Her voice being barely hearable, in fact crona, ragnarok and soul had to concentrate hard enough just to hear her trembling voice.

The three instantly turned around to see maka now leaning with both arms on the large window sill. Having dropped her crutches on the pearl white floor, and barely stood on her bare feet, as she continued staring into the windows view in shocked terror. Her green eyes were as wide as dinner plates, and her skin had lost all color, as she looked almost as white as the pillows on her bed. With maka only continuing to just stare at the cities expansive horizon through the uncurtained clear glass of the window completely frozen like a statue.

"Maka...what's wrong?" Soul slowly and cautiously asked maka, already being intensely concerned for his meister's extremely uncharacteristic mood shift. Especially since he had never, and he meant NEVER, seen his brave meister who'd fought through so much act like this. As It actually looked like she was on the verge of either screaming or passing out.

Crona on the other hand while being just as if not even more concerned for maka than soul was grimaced in dread; Knowing full well why she was acting this way. Even someone like maka would fall apart from learning the truth about something like this. Having been in the same position as she had been yesterday when they exited the park. The only difference being that he didn't have the time to let the shock of it get to him.

Maka unfortunately did. Which was only going to make it much harder for her and soul to handle.

Maka then without even turning her head to face her extremely worried friends; raised her trembling left arm and pointing a finger at the sight before her. Subtly motioning for them to come out and look at whatever was causing her to freak out like this.

Without any further hesitation they obeyed her silent request. Crona removed the covers of his bed, as he stood up and tagged along with soul to see what was causing maka to be so shocked to her very core like this.

When they made their way to the window sill, soul took one last glance at maka before looking at the morning blue sky like she did.

But when his eyes saw what was outside the window, his heart almost stopped beating.

Soul stumbled back a bit almost falling on his back, but thankfully still having the strength left in him to not fall. But it didn't help in any way to curb the faintness he was experiencing now, seeing with his wide scarlet eyes the impossible.

Right before the trio was a the clear view of the city they were in. The glass walls of the skyscrapers and numerously tall buildings being brightened by the clear daylight. The bustling city being ever in the comfort of the blue skies surrounding it. But what drew all of the trio's attention was seeing the sun and its omnipresent presence emitting the warm rays below them. Yet instead of seeing the cartoonishly orange spiky ball that was the sun. What they saw was a completely normal round sphere of light...with no laughing face, or any kind of face for that matter.

"W-Wha-what, t-that's...not right...wh-where is the suns f-face?" Maka whispered in horrified shock, unable to comprehend how she was seeing right before her eyes a faceless sun.

Soul and crona said nothing, the former losing any sense of cool composure he was known for, as the death scythe took several deep breaths. Trying to preventing a panic attack occurring from the impossible sight before him. Crona simply trembled like a leaf but stayed mostly strong; having gotten over most of his shock before.

But even now it still was too much for him or anyone else for that matter to handle, even after seeing it once again.

The three teens couldn't do anything else but continue staring in stunned horror at the unnatural sight in front of their eyes. Yet began to feel their eyes hurt from staring at the "sun" for too long. Yet, even so, they weren't able to look away from its beaming light. Being too frozen in shock to turn their wide-eyed gazes from this alien sun and the horrifying proof that it represented for them.

"T-the...hell? w-why is the sun..." soul trailed off still trying to see if this was all real and if he and his friends hadn't gone completely insane from going inside asura's soul. Hell, he almost wanted to believe that but knew they were far too strong to succumb to that. Having no choice but to accept the impossible reality of this all being true...that they weren't in their world anymore. A sick feeling then began forming in his gut and his heart almost felt like it was going to push through his ribs. Soul thankfully managed to push down this terrible feeling and keep himself stable as possible. Yet such a task was easier said than done, as it was taking everything the death scythe had to not freak out right now.

Maka however seemed to be in a similar position her weapon was in. The meister tried her very best to control the unstable emotions that she was practically drowning in. She finally understood how Crona must feel whenever he had a panic attack. The clenching and unclenching of one's insides and desperate gasps for air would make anyone's head reel and body shake with panic. And right now this horrible feeling was only being fueled further by the knowledge she'd been forced to see.

But that didn't make it any less hard for the two-star meister to accept.

'T-This has to be a dream, it has to be! This can't be real! B-but if the sun doesn't...have a face does that mean that we...w-we're really in another...in a-another w-world?' maka then began to feel dizzy with her stomach twisting and turning in nauseous horror, remembering what that voice from the book of eibon said before being taken away.

"Forgive me, but this must be done...when the time is right everything will be explained...but for now your time here ends, and begins anew someplace else..." the voice from yesterday rang back at her head, and soon after a horrible realization came afterwards.

At first, she didn't know what that voice had meant by that at the time, but now that she witnessed all the bizarre things and unexplainable facts she's learned since yesterday; Along with the undeniable fact that she was seeing a literal faceless sun, had forced the blanching Albarn to accept the harsh mind-breaking truth.

That the book of eibon hadn't simply taken them somewhere in the world; but somewhere much, much farther than ever humanely possible.

They had been sent to another world...a dimension completely different from their own.

How could she have not seen it? There were so many signs of something being horribly off, but she was so dead set on getting out of this city she didn't even bother to analyze them further.

If only she put all the dots together sooner...

But now that she thought about it...the moon did appear rounder than she remembered it being. Could the moon also be different? The sun is now apparently a faceless orb of light in the sky, so why wouldn't the moon be similar here?

It only further painted the horrifying picture, that they were no longer back home...or their world for that matter.

Yet even if she and soul had found out the truth sooner, it wouldn't have helped curb the immense terror she was feeling. As in the very present, this overdue revelation hit her like a crashing tidal wave, engulfing herself in deep waters of muted horror as she continued seeing this alien sun before her.

'B-but How? w-why?' Maka shakily questioned to herself in confused terror.

Why did this happen...why to them of all people?

They were supposed to defeat the kishin-or seal him away if they were going to follow crona's plan. They were all in the middle of trying to save the world before all this! Yet soon enough, the mere mention of what had happened yesterday this made maka freeze in mute horror and sick to her stomach.

'Oh god...w-what about our friends, what's going to happen to everyone!? The kishin's still free and fighting kid and blackstar! It doesn't matter how strong those two are, There's no way could've lasted a whole day against a monster like asura!' Maka realized in panicked worry, thoughts of her friends having possibly perished only made her heart and breathing further race in panic. It had only been a single day since they've disappeared but so much could've happened in that time.

What was going on while they were gone?

What happened?

Did they all fail to stop the kishin?

Did everyone make it out alive?

Is their world falling into madness?

So many of these terrifying questions kept drilling into her head, and even with all the bravery within herself, maka couldn't overcome the weight of this revelation. It was simply too much to handle all at once. Soon enough she began feeling much more lightheaded and dizzy, drifting awake and somewhere in between. Her body soon was feeling like it was falling, all while the frantic yet muddled voices of crona and soul became fainter, and fainter.

Until the world around her soon got darker and more silent. Eventually everything in her fading vision went black as her mind slipped away from consciousness and instantly passed out.

---

HOSPITAL LOBBY FLOOR

Rumi usagiyama AKA The bunny hero mirko was more than glad to find that central hospital wasn't just the most technologically advanced hospital in Japan but also the most providing. Never expecting this place to have the best Starbucks coffee she's had in a while. The bunny heroine sipping the hot soothing drink as she walked besides that fukusama, or whatever the hell that feathered cop's name was.

Rumi being lucky enough to find the man and his tusked partner led by ezio had cross paths with each other as both their destinations were in the lobby floor. The officers heading down to the lobby and burrowing as the elephant officer was exasperatedly arguing with a peeved lobby woman; while ezio stood nearby. Thus she decided to take this opportunity to gain some insight into exactly who this "special guest" is; and why ezio thinks the guy can instantly solve this whole mess.

"So who exactly is ezio bringing in again?" Rumi asked as she walked from the hospital's cafe.

"At first I was clueless as you are to who the guy was, but now that I think about it, I think I gotta pretty good idea who it is." The pink feathered officer answered with mirko only growing more impatient as to her much needed answer.

"Well, who the hell is he?" Mirko asked impatiently, now not wanting to know the guys identity more than before. The flamingo feathered officer sighing before looking back at the rabbit Amazon with an almost nostalgic expression. Having the pleasure of working with the man for a case a few years back.

"His name is Atushi ōakbo otherwise known as the 'the brain screener' a civilian consultant to japan's police department. You see for ten years he would help using his quirk to make it easier for us to solve some near impossible cases. Ones that not even our best detectives could manage to put the pieces together. Yet his ace of a quirk always managed to get any information out of a suspect and get the best testimonies possible." Furamasi explained to the rabbit hero in detail, and he wasn't exaggerating about the man in the slightest.

He truly was what many of the older police officers in the station considered to be their ultimate weapon in interrogation. A trend back in the day became apparent, that whenever there was a case that left everyone stumped and with no solid leads to move forward on. Someone would call Okabushi from home to the police station and present them with everything necessary to solve the case in less than a day. All he needed was to be in a room alone with the suspect, with the right objects, and he'd get all he needed out of any poor fool in a mere hour.

"Your serious?" Mirko asked with a raised eyebrow, the officer nodding to affirm his claims. "Wait if this guy is such a big shot to you guys then why the hell haven't I heard anything about him?"

"Well he wasn't a big fan of the spotlight to begin with and always wanted to remain anonymous whenever he got involved. But even so, ōkabo still managed to help us real well...too well in fact. Eventually leading to some more unsavory sides of society wanting him silenced." Furamasi grimaced with mirko widening her eyes momentarily before narrowing in grim understanding.

She really wasn't surprised by this, of course the guy who no doubt was throwing bad guys into the slammer like it was nothing; would become a target for the underbelly of the criminal underworld.

"Obviously atushi needed to put under constant protection by us and even some pro heroes to just keep him safe from all sorts of trouble. Yet it still didn't stop literally eleven assassination attempts being made on his life." Furamasi told the surprised mirko, who was shocked by the many times a single man got his life threatened.

"Holy shit, it must've been a fucking nightmare for the poor guy."

Furamasi nodded. "Yep, he really got his work cut out for him; But thankfully it wouldn't always be like that for him. Soon enough, good old allmight came to become the symbol of peace; and wasted no time in taking out the bad guys left and right. A good chunk of them being the criminal organizations and villains who wanted him dead in the first place. Soon enough he was able to once again walk the streets, without fearing a sniper was gonna shoot him behind his back."

"Well good for him, I guess things got a lot more easy for the guy now he didn't have a target on his back 24/7." Mirko commented yet Furamasi looked reluctant to completely share the same relief she did.

"Not quite." Furamasi answered leaving mirko once again confused before he clarified further. "While his life became FAR less dangerous than before, it kinda took his enjoyment out of being a consultant. With allmight quickly becoming an unstoppable force against villainy, intensive crime investigations were becoming less and less often. Especially any cases that could intrigue him or give him 'inspiration' for his work. So eventually atushi decided to take a LONG break from being a civilian consultant and went back to doing his primary job full time."

"So he quit cause he got bored?" Mirko deadpanned, though she understood the reason she was still not very impressed.

"Pretty much," the flamingo feathered officer shrugged. "But you can't really blame him, the guy was like a master chef left in a kitchen with only scraps as ingredients; we all need to expand our avenues and move on for us to be our best. Besides he still managed to land a big hit in his main job in the end."

"What job was that?"

"He's a mangaka writer working closely to an anime company, Studio skullcap I think it was called." A new voice inputted themselves into the conversation, the pro hero and officer turning around to see none other than ezio walking towards the pair.

"Oh! D-detective ezio, sorry I didn't see you there. I was just talking to mirko about the brain screener." Furamasi nervously told the man, fearful of getting scolded for slacking off in any way.

"Its no problem furamasi, I'm actually glad your giving mirko a rundown on atushi. She should probably get an good idea of who the guy is before he comes." Ezio casually replied to the officer who relaxed as soon as the detective spoke these words.

"Wait a minute did you say a mangaka writer?" Mirko asked to which ezio quickly nodded in confirmation. "Your kidding me...you gotta be fucking kidding me." Mirko asked in disbelief, unable to see how this legendary interrogator was in actuality a fucking mangaka writer!

"B-But I don't get it, I thought this guy was some kind of freakin legend to you and these chumps; didn't he help you lock up all sorts of scum?" In response to this question, the veteran detective sighed exasperatedly much to the rabbit girls growing frustration.

"Well Ōkabo may have been damn good as a consultant but...he was lazy as hell. He would always prioritize every second of his free time to his hobbies and manga writing job, that being through either drawing sketches or watching anime." Ezio stated calmly yet almost chuckled as the rabbit heroine sweatdropped by what she was hearing right now. Then in ten seconds an angry vein popped on her forehead and with one of rumi's red eyes twitched in peeved annoyance.

"Ezio...did you really call a fucking otaku nerd to help us solve a vigilante case!?" Mirko angrily said with steam flying out of her rabbit ears. Now seriously ticked that THIS was the special guest ezio oh so desperately needed. The detective seeing mirko's fuming reaction to the reveal couldn't really blame mirko in the slightest for feeling that way.

Atushi Ōkabo was indeed a super otaku, having a love for anime and manga as long as he could remember meeting him. Whenever he went to pick up the man, his home would always being littered with numerous sketches of anime drawings he had yet to complete. All of them being pretty damn good from what he saw briefly. The guy was obviously a very talented man when came to this industry, and clearly had shown what he could bring to life once he has the time and inspiration. The latter of which was what led to him becoming a civilian consultant in the first place. So that he could through experiencing the cases he helped gain inspiration for new manga ideas and anime adapted from that.

Ezio could still remember the few times he called him for a case the man would come and afterwards leave with a big fat smile on his face. No doubt due to being happy for putting his quirk to good use, but also for now leaving with a shitload of brand new creative idea's. As he would later take all the old cases he'd help with, and even his own life experiences of being a target for villains; as original ideas for various manga's that were adapted by studio skullcap. Many of these manga's along with their anime adaptions, were popular hits in Japan along with the rest of the world. Ezio had even watched some his adapted work with his colleagues in the station when they had some free time in the office.

The anime was called"fire force" if he can remember it right. And needless to say it was amazing; easily some of the most entertaining stuff he'd and the other cops had seen in years. Only someone as skilled in writing stories as ōkabo can make a damn good manga about firefighters of all things. The characters were just as good as the fight scenes and story, his favorite ones being that kid who can shoot fire out of his feet and that muscular young woman who understandably hates being called a gorilla.

Yet it also became very apparent that his work tended to have some more...revealing imagery happen a lot in his stories.

Which then made some cops do a serious check up on what their teenage son's have been secretly viewing behind their backs.

Seriously, Ōkabo really needed to take it easy with drawing all that fan service in his manga's.

Especially when those particular scenes got adapted into anime format...

But just because atushi was now a full time worker in the anime industry didn't mean that he wasn't completely available to help the police department out once and a while. True he could only do a favor for them for maybe one or two times a month, but he'd still was willing to occasionally help the law be put. But not without charging a 10,990 yen fee every damn time like he used to. And with the lack of seasoned detectives with deductive skills such as himself, many of his coworkers had their salaries get utterly annihilated by the sheer cost of calling up atushi and his quirk for assistance in their respective cases.

But what the hell did they expect? Did they really think Ōkabo wouldn't take advantage of his quirks usefulness and their desperation? Just because the guy wanted to help justice be delivered onto villains, didn't mean he wouldn't want a make nice load of cash out of it either.

Hell, He's even started hearing rumors that the greedy bastard was now charging an extra 100 yen per call!

Actually now that he thought about, if that rumor was true, combined with the actual price of his service, then he can kiss his fat paycheck goodbye.

Along with his plans for the rest of the week for that matter.

Ugh, he just prayed that ōkabo's service was worth all this trouble...and his cash.

Yet as ezio was thinking about his checks premature demise by the end of this case, Johnson's approaching voice snapped him back to reality.

"Oi ezio! I got the TV you requested ready to go upstairs. Though you ain't gonna believe the hassle I went through to get it." The elephant officer replied towards the end in exasperation.

"Don't worry, I'll explain everything to her once this whole matter is settled." Ezio waved off as he took a brief look at his watch on his only non-metal limb. The digital clock showing he was now only a minute away from coming. Before coming, Ezio had come to see if Hawks was going to come. But unfortunately the number two hero was caught up in a call with his higher ups in the hero public safety commission. So he wouldn't be able to attend and see Atushi do his work and see what comes out of those kids.

But maybe that was in a way, a good thing. Cause as much as ezio respected Hawks as a pro hero and commended him for his work, he knew very well the guy was pretty much the HPSC's lapdog. The number three hero always having close ties to Hawks and his agency to the point it almost felt like they WERE his agency. Only with them being the ones in control instead of the other way around. Thus he'd no doubt report everything that he'd see when Atushi talked to maka, crona and soul. And ezio easily preferred that kind of knowledge to be currently only known to a small circle like this.

The last thing that was needed was for the HPSC to be more involved in this. Or more involved then they already were in this whole matter as it is. True they were the ones who assigned him to this case in the first place; but it didn't mean he trusted those guys with this unique case.

They'd just probably interrogate the kids like they were villains, and if they hear that stuff about death city and their god...then let's just say they'd end up in the looney bin without any further delay. Which was not a good idea to actually follow through-at least not anymore.

Ezio was sure that something was up with these three vigilantes, something that didn't make sense. Maybe they really were crazy. Or maybe, just maybe, these kids were much more than he ever thought.

So right now the best thing was wait for Atushi, and see what exactly they were dealing with first before HPSC could step in.

'The only chance we have of remotely getting a clear answer to this madness is through Atushi Ōkabo and his quirk.' Ezio concluded, now only to continuing to wait for his friend to come and help him figure out what the hell was going on.

But as if it was timed perfectly by god himself, the automatic doors dinged opened as a middle aged man stepped out and walked towards the lobby.

"Well it's Good to know you were all waiting for me."

Ezio turned to see none other than the man that had been so anticipated for this whole time. Ezio held a small smile while Johnson and Furamasi kept neutral expressions the whole time.

And mirko? Well she just rolled her eyes and continued to quietly fume. The rabbit heroine taking in the sight of this mystery man and what he's been hyped up to be.

Needless to say, she was even more disappointed than before.

Atushi was a man of average height yet seemed still seemed shorter than most, as he was still a foot shorter than ezio and the others. His medium black scruffy yet well kept hair acted as a open curtain to reveal his surprisingly young looking face. Along with the beginnings of a goatee under his chin and the ever so faint mustache hairs on his upper lip. His right hand being kept in his blue navy hoodie, while the other hand held one of his red book bag's straps. The man walked at a pace that ezio, the two officers and rumi could easily tell made him look like he was in a hurry.

And judging by his impatient expression, was clearly hoping to be done with this as soon as possible.

"Oh atushi, I'm glad you made it." Ezio greeted and held out a hand to shake with. Atushi taking the gesture and curtly shook his hand for nearly five seconds before his hand back in his pocket.

"look, I'm just really hoping this isn't a wild goose hunt. Your lucky you called me during my break session ezio." Ōkabo replied to the detective who blandly shrugged.

"Eh...lucky me I guess."

"You're damn right. Especially since I had to deal with the trains being delayed because of some freaky ass slime villain attacking nearby the station; so again, this better be worth the effort and trust I'm putting in you." Atushi told the old detective in annoyance.

Mirko however was growling in anger, resisting the urge to give this guy a peace of her mind. Seriously the guy was asked to come here in the first place, so why the hell should he be bitching about it now?

Ezio scratched the back of his head while looking slightly guilty. "Look I'm really sorry I dragged you all the way here, I can tell you were really busy before I called."

Atushi merely sighed in response before answering the veteran cop. "It's fine ezio, the best way you'll repay me is being able to satisfy my need for creative inspiration for my work. So how about we don't waste anymore time and just bring me to those kids your talking about."

Ezio then gave a a quick nod. "There on the third floor of the hospital so just follow me, I'll lead you to their room."

Thus without any further delay the three cops, pro hero and civilian consultant all walked towards the hospital elevator. One of the officers bringing in the TV strapped to a wheeled table as they made their way to the elevator.

Atushi however slowly glanced to the flamingo feathered officer walking besides him. His eyes widening briefly before returning to normal as a small smile made its way onto his face.

"Well I gotta say Furamasi never thought I'd see you in a case like this. Still haven't been promoted yet?"

Furamasi turned his head towards the writer and shrugged. "I'm close, but I still got a long way to go ōkabo."

"Really? You'd think a cop who was involved in taking down a weapons trafficking ring would be given some credibility for such a feat."

"It's alright, I'm a patient man. And besides with this big guy as my partner I might just get it sooner." Furamasi chuckled lightly, pointing towards the elephant man of an officer. Johnson merely rolled his eyes, but still had a smile hidden underneath his trunk from his partner's compliment towards him.

The group then walked down the lobby to where the elevator was located. A couple curious and few admiring landing on them as they were walking. It wasn't everyday that you'd see not only three cops but also the number seven hero mirko herself! The people in the lobby giving a few shouts of praise to the bunny hero, as she merely gave a small smile and waved a few back.

She may not be a fan of people constantly venerating her like she was some freakin goddess; but she did at least enjoy giving people something to believe in. To be someone people could look up to and strive to achieve the same strength she had.

As they awaited the elevator to come down, ezio took a glance towards Atushi. Noticing he was impatiently tapping his foot the whole time while he stood in front of the elevator doors. At first he thought the man want to finish this as soon as possible and get to his work. But now that he thought about it, Atushi never once checked the time nor really complained about speeding this up. If anything he looked ready to manifest laser beams out of his eyes with the way he was so intently staring at the elevator doors.

This must've meant he was REALLY intrigued by what he told the manga writer. As even though he only worked with the guy for a couple of cases, he'd never seen kamō look so driven to interview a group of people.

Maybe it was because some of Japan's top pro heroes were involved or he actually bought what he told him about those vigilantes. But either way it was clear to ezio that this man was determined to interview those kids now than he originally thought.

Rumi however couldn't keep her mixture of skepticism and curiosity towards the civilian consultant any further and decided to dig

"So how exactly is this guy gonna be helping us with those vigilantes?" Mirko asked ezio, wanting to know the specifics of this otaku's methods and his quirk.

"When we interview those kids again, he's gonna be there to use his quirk and allow us to see what's going on in their minds." Ezio explained to the curious rabbit eared woman.

"Really that's it?" Mirko asked almost in disappointment. "I honestly thought his quirk would let him hijack into their brains and see what he sees or something."

"Is that what these guys have been calling me?" Atushi inputted into the conversation, then sighing in minor annoyance. "It's truly incredible how stories can grow so out of hand these days. Seriously the nickname I have makes me sound like I'm some brain stealing alien."

"Then what does your quirk do then?"

"I'm able to project the memories of a person I choose onto any screen or clear smooth surface. Thus why ezio and these fella's are bringing that thing with us." Atushi elaborated while pointing towards the hulking flatscreen being wheeled with them to the elevator.

Mirko crossed her arms and her eyes slightly widened in surprise. Now kinda impressed by the simple yet sheer effectiveness of this man's quirk. No wonder everyone thought this guy was their ultimate weapon. The guy could literally show any poor bastard's dirty secrets on a single screen for everyone to see! Allowing the police to know everything they needed to know from their suspects.

God, she could only imagine how jam packed Tartarus would be if this guy worked more with the law enforcement. But then again, she wouldn't be able to kick villain ass as much.

So in way she was glad the otaku just kept doing his work while she kept doing hers.

"Though I must say, I'm quite flattered the number seven hero would take interest in my quirk." Atushi told the rabbit hero in amusement of gaining such attention from someone like mirko.

"How can't I? These guys have been jabbering about you for past twenty minutes now."

"Well I hope they haven't been overhyping me too much. I'm just here to show you what's in their heads and get a nice paycheck by the end of it."

"Rest assured I promise you'll be getting your payment ōkabo." Ezio promised the consultant. "Hell, I'll even double it should this all really be a waste of your time and resources." Ezio replied to the mangaka writer surprisingly waved off his generous offer.

"Thanks but You know I'm not into cash ezio, I'll only be pissed off if what you told me on the phone was total bullshit. It's been a long time since I've been this interested in a police case like this; So I'll be extremely disappointed if this really was all for nothing." Atushi stated to the senior detective as the two metal doors of the elevator finally opened up. Thus allowing the small group to enter inside as ezio pressed the button to head up to the third floor.

"I don't even know what to expect from this whole mess anymore. But let's see if you can finally shed some light on what the hell is going on." Ezio openly said as with a cheerful ding of the elevator, did its heavy doors shut close and move itself to the hospital's third floor.

As they soon reached the designated floor, the old detective could only await for whatever would soon come from this special interview.

---

CENTRAL HOSPITAL THIRD FLOOR

"Cmon Maka wake up!" Soul shouted as he shook his meisters unconscious body to try and arise her from this sudden slumber but to no avail. She was knocked out cold, and would probably be like this for who knows how long. He and crona had managed to notice maka's collapsing form when it had happened. The former of the pair snapping out of his shocked stupor to catch his meister in time. Thankfully preventing her from falling to the cold hard floor, and soon afterwards gently placed her unconscious body on the bed. The scythe had since then been trying now for nearly ten minutes to wake her up. But so far nothing had worked with crona having frantically tried as well to wake her up, but ending up with as much success as soul had originally. Thus leaving him and crona waiting for the the two star meister to reawaken.

'Shit! how the hell didn't I see this coming!?' Soul chastised himself for being so caught up in his own shock to have not considered how maka would react similarly from this as well. Seriously, who the hell could really blame her?

Even a cool death scythe-like him felt weak to his knees at seeing an actual faceless sun in front of him. A sun with no features but merely blinding light to this world...a world that wasn't theirs.

Crona was right...He was actually right about the sun and where they really were.

They weren't in some isolated part of Japan or even the Japan they've always known, the very same one their dear friend Tsubaki had come from. It was a completely different one, a Japan of another dimension and in extension another earth. Soul nearly laughed when that thought came into his head. Whether if it was because he was starting to get hysterical from such a mind-shattering revelation or because he legitimately thought it was funny; he didn't know but soul assumed it was a little of both at play here. After all, getting sent to another dimension sounded like the the plot of one of those isekai anime's he'd watch from time to time.

Where some average joe or a lucky NEET would end up getting sent to another world to be their chosen one and save it from certain doom. Whenever maka caught him watching one, would always roll her eyes and voice her disbelief by such "ridiculous shows". And would then later scold him to study more than keep watching that "unrealistic junk" as she called it.

Well guess it wasn't as unrealistic as maka claimed them to be anymore, considering they just got isekai'd into a world with freakin superheroes and an actual faceless sun. God, he wished every word of that wasn't true. That it was just one mother of all fever dream concocted by either asura's madness or some weird magic from the book of eibon. It would've been infinitely easier to handle than being sent to another world. At least they could've been able to find some way out of that scenario and back to their reality.

But sadly that was not the case.

Not in the slightest...

This was very much real, they weren't trapped in some illusion or a dream, they were instead truly trapped in another different world. One completely distinct than the one they knew, if those comic book looking hero's and the sun were anything to go by. And clearly, it was too much for maka to have handled at once. The poor girl passing out from the overwhelming shock of this devastating reveal. But he couldn't blame maka in the slightest for such a reaction, as he almost felt like throwing up in shocked horror from the truth. Thankfully he still had the cool strength to overcome such a negative reaction and help his meister. Yet he still felt his heart racing and a cloud of anxious fear remain in his mind as he struggled to see what the hell was going to happen next.

How will they find a way back home? The book of eibon and BREW was gone when they woke up, so that ticket out of here was gone as a result. And while they don't know jack about these "quirks" maybe there's one that could mess with dimensions, but he seriously doubted it be that easy to find.

So that begged the question...The very scary question.

How long were they going to be stuck here?

How long would they have to remain on this "other earth" until they could find a way back to their own?

And more importantly, how was maka going to truly react to this once she finally woke up.

Before soul could delve deeper into these grave thoughts, his attention was redirected towards crona who sat across him in a chair next to the bed. The boy was curled up in his usual fetal position, as he seemed to peek out from time to time. Ragnarok having strangely sunk back into his meisters body without a peep as he left his meister to dwell with this dire circumstance. His extremely worried and regretful eyes, glancing to maka's fainted body every minute or so, vigilantly waited for his friend to finally wake up.

More likely he also was dreading for that as well. Terrified of what was going to happen and how maka would react to what he revealed to them.

After what seemed like hours of silence in what was actually ten minutes, crona finally broke the silence and spoke.

"S-soul I-I'm so sorry...this is all my fault." Crona tearfully muttered as he hugged his legs tighter than before. His thin body faintly trembling in sorrow from the pain he's once again caused his two friends.

As if what he's already done before this wasn't bad enough.

Soul glanced over at the guilt stricken swordsman with a pitying expression. The poor guy clearly couldn't handle having seen maka faint like that. It must've been what he was so afraid of transpiring, or at least one of them. He could only imagine what other dreaded scenarios he feared would happen.

Ones he did not want to know nor see happen anytime soon.

Thus out of either the desire to not see another friend fall apart from this; or out of sympathy he felt for crona, soul decided to try and pull him out of his melancholic turtle shell.

"Crona your wrong...this had nothing to do with what you kept from us." Soul slowly told the fetal positioned crona. "This would've happened regardless if you didn't tell us or not."

Souls words didn't seem to really bring much comfort to the child of medusa, as he raised his head to reveal his teary eyes directed towards soul. "But I could've tried to find a way to say it earlier, anything to prevent hurting you and maka like this...I'm responsible for this."

"Then why? Why didn't you say anything about this sooner crona?" Soul asked the swordsman, now wondering himself the same thing. "Back when we running around this whole city, why didn't tell us the truth before?"

"B-but How could I?" Crona answered back with a weak shrug. "S-so m-much was happening at the time and if I told you when we were trying to escape the city; how would you have reacted any differently? Y-you wouldn't have been in any condition to flee, So I thought it was the best option a-at the time. But I know this only a terrible excuse."

Soul said nothing back and took in crona's reasoning for withholding such world shattering information. He wanted to be angry, pissed beyond belief from crona keeping something like this from them. But as much as he hated to admit it...crona wasn't entirely wrong for why he kept this hidden for so long. If he and maka were told this while being chased around in the city yesterday, they'd no doubt fall apart like they were right now. And if that had happened, there was no way they'd be in any mentally good condition to do anything.

And besides, that was also their fault as well. Seriously how the hell didn't they realize the sun and moon was different? Sure a lot of crazy shit was happening yesterday, but they could've at least been able to glance at the damn thing. Guess they were way more distracted with getting back home then he thought.

But even if they did see truth, they was no way they would've been able to handle so easily. Something soul easily figured out was what crona was probably thinking when he learned of this yesterday. A pang of guilt hitting his chest for actually wanting to be mad at the guy who wanted to help them but was just caught in shitty circumstances. Crona at fault, if anyone was responsible, it would be that fucking book and that voice who were responsible.

They were all victims in this.

'I honestly don't blame you crona for not saying anything; It would've probably made things worse at the time. Hell, If I was in your shoes I think I might've done the same thing...' soul reluctantly admitted to himself, even though it sounded so uncool he knew there wouldn't have been many options to deal with such cursed knowledge.

Suddenly before either boys knew it, a certain little demon finally made his return from within his meisters body. In a split second the imp punched his meister right in the face. Crona fell out of the chair and was on the cold floor. The boy stumbled back on his bare feet, reeling back from the sword's punch, looking up to see Ragnarok with another hard-to-tell expression. Yet crona instantly knew the little imp attached to him was livid. Especially considering a big angry vein had popped on his spherical forehead.

"You thought it was the best option, huh?" Ragnarok wrathfully repeated, his voice sounding more like an angry yet quiet growl than anything else. "Well you know what I think? I think THIS IS ALL YOUR DAMN FAULT!!!" Ragnarok screamed in fury as he began his assault with his tiny ball hands.

Crona then proceeded to cover his face from ragnarok's fists. And while it didn't hurt as much as one would think, the flurry of balled fists surprisingly stung a bit.

"R-ragnarok stop it! P-Please!" Crona pleaded with the livid weapon but the demonsword wouldn't budge.

"Goddammit Ragnarok, can't you just shut the hell up for once in your life?" Soul angrily hissed, his pointy teeth grinding in frustration. Not being in the mood whatsoever to be dealing with this annoying imp of all times.

Yet it didn't seem the sword heard anything the albino scythe as he continued screaming in fury.

"Stop?! STOP!? FUCK THAT!!! I'm gonna beat the shit out of you for getting us in this mess you fucking idiot!" Ragnarok yelled as he continued trying to beat up his meister. "Out of all the shit you've pulled, this is the final damn straw! Bad enough you almost got us trapped forever on the fucking moon with the kishin! But now instead you got us trapped with these fuckers in ANOTHER DAMN WORLD!!!" Ragnarok roared as continued punching his sister, despite crona being able to defend himself quite easily.

"Ragnarok I said stop! I can't handle this right now!" Crona told the still furious Ragnarok, unfortunately, the swordsman might as well have been talking to a brick wall; With sword remaining ever furious with his meister.

"No, fuck you! You think you can't handle this!? Oh then just wait for the hell I have planned for you!" Ragnarok angrily retorted while taking pleasure in whatever fear he might've caused in the boy, before resuming his attacks on his meister.

"I don't care what you say! I'm not wasting any more time right now with your tantrums, can't you see this isn't the time?!" Crona said with a risen voice himself, now getting fed up with Ragnarok's childish behavior. Even knowing full well that his merged weapon had every right to be livid with him right now.

He once again dragged his weapon into another of his messes. All while making him have no say in the matter at all. Combined with all he had done for him before this, crona was honestly surprised that Ragnarok didn't go berserk much sooner.

"Oh but I perfectly see what's going on," ragnarok sneered back, his voice now filled with venomous spite for his puny meister. "I see that the wimpy, emo loser that I'm stuck to got us all screwed several times over. And now thanks to your pathetic ass trying to be a worthless excuse of a fucking hero we're all gonna be trapped here in this freakshow of a world for the rest of our fucking lives!" Ragnarok yelled ready to once again throw another punch at crona. But before he could fire his small fist, crona caught his tiny arm and tightly gripped his gloved hand. Crona looked up revealing his onyx eyes filled with a mixture of hot anger and tearful anguish towards his merged weapon.

"You don't think I know that!? I DON'T NEED YOU TO REMIND ME OF HOW MUCH OF A BASTARD I AM!!!" Crona shouted sending the former demonsword and soul into a shocked silence. The only sounds being heard were the beeping medical machines and crona's heavy breathing from screaming so loud. Soul had never really expected crona to snap like that; especially with him even using a swear at the end. Then again considering he had a creature with the foul mouth of a sailor living inside him he shouldn't be too surprised.

Soul however immediately returned his focus on a much more important matter right now. That being the tearful swordsman who looked ready to emotionally fall apart now. Crona let go of ragnarok's arm as he simply stood there like a tree rooted to the ground with the only thing moving being the tears coming from his eyes.

"Do you have any idea...how much I hate myself?" Crona chocked out, tears dripping from his eyes and his breath hiked. "How I desperately wish I could just die and be reborn as a better person? Someone who hasn't spilled so much innocent blood and destroyed so many live? I would give anything to not be existing as such a pathetic and vile creature. One who only knows how to bring misery and disaster wherever I go. It's my fault we're stuck here, and most likely can never leave." crona in despair dropped to his knees, with only further tears spilling out of his eyes as he broke down.

"Your right ragnarok...I'm just a loser. A useless loser who's gotten the very same friends he's betrayed and hurt, to be taken away from everyone and everything they loved...I-I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry." Crona tearfully said before quietly sobbing in utter sorrow. The boys sobs being the only sound that filled the room; as soul continued staring at the crying swordsman kneeling on the floor.

His white hair hiding the scythes eyes, thus making his expression unreadable as he slowly walked towards crona's crying form. Tearful onyx soon looked up at the looming scythe standing before him in confusion, before he knew it was suddenly bonked on the head by the albino scythe.

"Ow!" Crona cried out as he rubbed the top of his skull to try ward off the reprimanding pain he just received. The boy looked up to see soul's red eyes now full of disbelief and exasperation towards him.

"Sorry but you gave me no choice, like hell I was gonna stand around and continue watching you spout out all that bullshit about yourself." Soul told the blinking swordsman, unable to think of what to say before Soul continued. "Seriously what the hell made you say all that nonsense?"

"B-but its all true, I-"

"It's not crona. Not even close." Soul immediately cut off the sorrow ridden swordsman, before deciding to further speak his mind.

"Look, let's get something straight, you are not a loser and you are anything but some 'pathetic creature' as your jabbering on about. Your just a guy who's been through a lot of shit in your life. you never even once intended to cause any of the things you previously did. Medusa and the madness she forced you to be corrupted with were responsible, not you, The same can be said for our current situation." Soul added towards the end, his calm expression unchanging even as crona's eyes became the size of dinner plates.

"W-what are you talking about soul!? I-I-I'm the one who wanted to u-use BREW to seal asura in the first place, how could this not be my fault!?" Crona Incredulously asked as confused horror filled his voice.

"For once I agree with the dumbass! How the hell could this not be his fault!?" Ragnarok demanded yet soon enough soul glared daggers at the obnoxious bully of a demon weapon. Silently telling the brash sword to shut up before turning back to crona with a softer gaze.

"Let me ask you something crona, did you know or at least suspect BREW and the book of eibon would activate like that? Did you know that it would take us to another world?"

Silence.

"Exactly, you didn't. You had no way of knowing this would even remotely happen, much less be able to stop it. Hell even if you didn't decide to use BREW it would've probably done this anyway; You aren't responsible for this in the slightest crona." Soul elaborated to the tearful swordsman who still didn't seem to shaken out of his sorrow.

"B-but how c-can you be so calm about what's happened? How could you not be angry at me or so scared? I'm the reason why you went into asura's soul in the first place, and got taken to this foreign world. And worse yet, may never be able to find a way back home." Crona chocked out still clearly engulfed in self-loathing for all he'd done to the scythe meister and her weapon. Soul however knelt down till their eyes were at level with each othe and placed a hand on the boys shoulder.

"Jeez man, you gotta learn to stop blaming yourself so damn much it's so uncool." Soul sighed in light exasperation. "I won't lie crona...I was angry at first. But only because you kept the truth about the sun from us; but considering what happened with maka and how I first reacted I understand now why you waited so long. Its like what you said earlier, it wouldn't have been such a good idea to reveal a bombshell like that while being chased around in the city; so I can't blame you for keeping it a secret till now." Soul told the stunned swordsman who's jaw dropped by his friends understanding words.

He never expected soul to be so...so...understanding and calm about this. Shouldn't he be freaking out? How could soul not be afraid anymore and keep a cool head in such a terrifying situation?

Yet crona could barley linger onto such thoughts as his stunned attention redirected towards the death scythe speaking to him.

"And yeah...I'm terrified crona, especially with what's gonna happen next." Soul admitted to a wide eyed crona. "I don't know where we can go from here or how long we're gonna be stuck in this crazy place. It's frightening man; I'm barely keeping it together. But I can't just be freaking out and lose my cool; I gotta stay strong like maka and so I-we can all make it through all this. And that's what you need to do as well. I understand you feel shitty about yourself and guilty as hell for all you did, but your still maka's friend. So that also means your my friend as well crona. And I'll be there alongside maka to help you heal while we figure this all out; you just gotta believe in us and more importantly believe in yourself." Soul finally finished his speech. Having said everything he wanted to tell the skinny swordsman and hopefully through his heartfelt words can snap the boy out of his guilty attitude.

But to be honest, soul was legitimately shocked with himself for being able to give crona that pep talk. Especially considering how he previously was inches away from ending up like maka ten minutes ago. Soul guessed that he felt needed to, as crona was going to break down from self-pity and guilt with maka's unconscious condition; he found something to keep himself together. A distraction if you will to keep his cool head and drive off the whirlwind of emotions inside him.

For now at least.

Crona had nothing to say whatsoever. Not even a peep could come out of his throat. All he could really do was simply stare with wide stunned eyes in silence by souls speech. D-did he really mean every s-single word? A-All of it? Even after everything he's caused ,including their dimensional displacement, soul still found it in his heart to not only forgive him but also comfort him during his own mental crisis. He couldn't believe how soul was displayed such understanding and empathy towards him. How he still considered him his friend even after he nearly killed him the first time they met and infected him with his cursed blood.

Along with once again trying to kill him and maka on the moon yesterday among the other crimes he committed.

Yet soul somehow was looking past that, at least for his other friend, and was helping him pull himself together. Crona could never have imagined the young death scythe to be this forgiving and stable in such circumstances. Soon tears welled up in his eyes, only these were tears instead born from joy rather than sorrow.

The swordsman's heart being so warmed and touched by how soul truly saw him as his actual friend rather than a tolerated for. Then again, he did say he believed in him back in asura's soul, and risked entering inside the kishin's soul with maka for his sake alone. So it felt more than silly to have doubted his friendship towards soul begin with.

Crona got up from the floor and instantly tackled the albino boy into a tight embrace. The stunned pianist being too surprised by the sudden affectionate display by his friend to do anything but let himself be wrapped by the thin boy.

"T-thank you soul...thanks for still being my friend even after everything." Crona tearfully thanked the scythe as a few tears dropped on the boys shirt. "Even though I still can't forgive myself for what I've done, I'm gonna t-try and stay strong. For the person we both care about. That alone will give me enough faith to overcome the weight of my sins as best as I can." Crona muttered to the albino boy he continued to hug the death scythe. Soul not expecting such a positive reaction from his speech could only sputter for a proper response to crona's hugging before deciding to just simply albeit awkwardly pat the pink haired boy's back.

"Its no problem man, even with the craziness of being sent to another world, me and maka will do our best to help you out with your problems, It's what friends are for." Soul told the timid swordsman who only blushed further by souls reassuring words, as slowly but surely did crona's smile grow bigger than before.

The boys hug lasted only for a minute longer before crona finally let go. The pink haired boy did nothing and merely clutched his right arm's skinny bicep. Crona all the while blushed light pink in embarrassment at his burst of emotions moments ago, yet didn't realize how his smile still lingered on his face. Unfortunately crona's brief lapse of happiness wouldn't last long as ragnarok, who had been silent this whole time, started making obnoxious fake gagging sounds to clearly express his disgust at the warm moment between the boys.

"Ugh...I think I'm gonna get diabetes at this rate if I'm forced to see anymore of this sweet little bullshit you two got going." Ragnarok said with utter repulsion in his voice before turning to his meister, and without warning pulled on both his ears like they were rubber. "But don't think for a second, I still ain't pissed off for how badly you've fucked me over in this. So you better find a way to make it up to me asshole, before I keep my word and pummel your scrawny ass!"

"A-Alright ragnarok I promise, just quite i-it!" Crona hastily told the sword as he pushed the pair of assaulting balled hands away from his ears.

"Yeah, you fuckin better, or otherwise I'm gonna make you wish you could go back to imprisoning yourself on the moon!" The demon weapon threatened one last time before retreating into the body of his meister. Thus leaving the swordsman and death scythe alone once more in the hospital room.

Soul noticing crona's small yet growing smile, immediately made the death scythe feel more relieved to see; he was emotionally stabilizing himself and not befalling to his guilt over his past and their present situation. The last thing that was needed, was one of them breaking down at a time like this.

'Sheesh, since when did I have to start doing your job maka?' Soul wondered, still trying to figure out how he'd been forced to take up the scythe meister's role of cheering up her friends whenever they needed it. But as much as he didn't mind being the guy to keep everything cool and stable. He just really wished maka would finally wake up already so they could figure out what to do next. He could only be optimistic for so long, before the emotional turmoil within himself finally became too much.

And he still had to see just how the hell maka's reaction to all this was gonna play out.

Suddenly before soul even knew it, the groaned sounds of the very same girl he was thinking about entered his line of hearing. Crona and soul swiftly turning around to see maka was finally beginning to wake up, the scyther blinked a few times before slowly sitting upright on the bed. Crona and soul without any hesitation instantly ran to the right bedside of the bed. Both boys stood near her friend, awaiting in both relief and worry as maka awoke from her fainted slumber.

"M-maka are you okay!?" Crona asked in visible worry, the scythe meister only continued to rub her eyes to shake off the remnants of her short slumber.

"I think so..." maka sleepily muttered as she blinked a few moments before her green eyes fully opened and took in her surroundings. Her vision finding to see herself laying on the hospital bed and soul and crona standing near the right side of it. Maka looking perplexed as she clearly didn't remember being on the bed before.

Wait a minute, why was she sleeping to begin with? She didn't feel tired, so why did she pass out all of a sudden? She couldn't unfortunately recall anything yet as her memory was still a bit too fuzzy from...something she saw. But she just couldn't put her finger on it.

Maybe soul can bring some clarity back to her memory and help her remember what it was.

"Hey soul why was I sleeping? I don't remember much, but I think crona wanted us to see something? Yeah, that was it." Maka affirmed to herself as the scythe could only stiffen from his meister's response. Maka turned her head to look at her demon weapon before speaking once more.

"So soul, can you tell me what exactly happened?" The minute soul heard that question, albino boy could feel his stomach drop; his red eyes wandered to see crona blanched from hearing the same thing he did. Something they didn't know if they should be either relieved or horrified about.

Maka didn't remember.

At least not yet.

Her memory must still be muddled from fainting earlier. The fog of her sleep granted maka a short period of blissful ignorance to what she had seen earlier. Yet as much as soul wanted to feel almost glad she didn't remember...the sun they saw, he dreaded the fact that this wouldn't last long. The drowsy forgetfulness her sleep granted maka could only last so long before it inevitably dissipated and made maka remember again. At first, they thought waiting for her to remember would be a good option, but immediately realized it is pointless to delay something like this. If anything, it would make the outcome even worse than it would originally be. So they had no choice, they just had to rip off the band-aid and tell maka what happened.

It wouldn't be pretty but it was honestly the best way to handle this delicate matter. God only knows how maka would react should they go about this the wrong way. Soul then gave the swordsman a weak nod to signal what he was about to do.

"Guys what's going on?" Maka asked in cautious bewilderment by the worried expressions on crona and soul. What the heck happened while she had fallen asleep to warrant such grave demeanors from her two friends?

Soul then after releasing a breath looked up to his meister with a calm yet unusually serious red eyes. Her weapons uncharacteristic face only further added to maka's anxiety and confusion before he finally spoke.

"Maka...I think looking at that will help refresh your memory." Soul cryptically answered her, as he pointed his finger towards the clear window on her right side.

Maka looked at soul with a raised brow before deciding to comply and turned her head to see the window and what laid beyond it. At first all she saw was a perfectly normal city, one that looked the same as any other she'd seen. But as her eyes explored the view more closely, did she finally notice a glaring flaw with this seemingly normal image.

That being a faceless sphere of light was in the sky, in place of the cartoonishly laughing sun she'd had always seen. Maka only continued to stare in frozen shock at the unnatural celestial body, as a wave of recent memories came rushing back into her head. The fog of sleep immediately dispersed from her mind, as she instantly remembered everything that occurred before passing out. Including the revelation that they were in another world.

'Oh...so that's what happened.' Maka recalled in numb shock as her brain tried processing everything she had unfortunately learned. That must've been why she had been asleep, or more specifically why she was unconscious. She must've passed out from the shocked terror of learning the truth.

Normally she would've felt much more embarrassed from displaying such uncharacteristic behavior it wasn't for the fact she was once again drowning in that very same emotion.

So it wasn't a madness induced hallucination, This was really happening.

But how could she have forgotten so easily? She thought something as finding out you've been sent to another world, would've occupied and dominated her thoughts. Well to be fair, it was less of her actually forgetting about it and more along the lines of her thinking it was all one crazy dream. After all, why would anyone bother remembering a dream?

Unfortunately it wasn't something as blissful as that. She had no choice but to accept that this was reality and not some fantasy being played out in her head. This was fantastical scenario was somehow real, and there was no easy way to get out of it.

'Why couldn't this be nothing more than a nightmare..one simple bad dream i could wake up from?' Maka wondered in sorrow. Wishing more than anything she could've just woken up and find herself back home with all her friends and teachers. Heck she wouldn't even mind to see spirit and his overbearing nature as she woke up. But that wasn't the sight she was met with when she awoke from her abrupt slumber. Instead her eyes found only a grimacing soul and a gravely concerned crona waiting for her. And instead of being in the infirmary in death city, the home she'd been born and raised in, she was in this hospital located in japan.

A Japan belonging to a another world. A different earth. One apparently filled with alien concepts and bizarre people, that looked like they got ripped straight out of the pages of a comic book and then made into reality. It was easily one of the most ridiculous things she had ever heard in her entire life. Maka had the hardest time not hysterically laughing at how hilarious it sounded in her head.

It was as if some cosmic force in the universe decided to play the sickest game imaginable and drag her into the plot of those stupid as hell isekai anime's soul watched. But she knew it wasn't some will of the universe that did this, it was that accursed book and BREW.

A pang of anger soon began to rise up from remembering the true cause of all this. How the spellbook and demon tool, just abruptly ripped her and her friends away from trying to save the world and took them to this unfamiliar world against their will. This wasn't fair in the slightest, nor did make any sense for it to have happened in the first place. Her spark of righteous anger being the only other emotion running through her, besides the thunderstruck emotions momentarily clogging the gears in her head.

But even then, maka was still too filled with the shock at the moment to properly feel any other emotions such as anger. Her mind and soul only prioritizing trying to comprehend everything she had been forced to accept.

Which soon came as Maka finally gathered enough willpower to snap out of her stunned stupor, and slowly turn away from the...faceless sun, and have her shocked eyes meet the two boys.

The swordsman and death scythe taking note of how she looked pale now and her wide, bright jade eyes looking dazed with shock.

Crona and soul didn't know what to say, being afraid of what negative reaction could occur should they say something wrong.

Eventually, however, maka soon broke the quiet standstill between each other and finally spoke up.

"So it wasn't a dream...w-we're really in another world?" Maka slowly muttered with her voice sounding like a borderline whisper, but still at a volume that could be heard by the two boys. Crona and soul glanced at each other momentarily with with worried caution in their eyes, both unsure of what to do or say next. Yet it wasn't long before soul decided to take the lead and give his meister her answer.

"Yeah...we are." Maka's expression remained unchanged for a couple of moments before her eyes became less wide and appeared to become calmer.

The albino scythe however could sense that a storm of confused and fearful emotions was brewing inside of her. The only reason maka didn't seem to explode or act on them, was due to her strong willed nature; a trait that soul greatly admired and respected about his meister. But he knew They needed to help her cope with this and give maka shoulders to lean on as she gave herself the time to release her emotions. Hell, even he needed to do the same and give himself the time to let everything out.

But he wouldn't let himself until he knew maka was ready to do the same. He would not go ahead and cry like a wuss while his meister needed someone to help her. It would not only be pathetic as hell but also the most uncool thing imaginable.

He was maka's death scythe, her demon weapon, and he would be there for her and help her through what's she's going through inside her heart.

Thus with a sympathetic expression soul slowly stepped forward towards the railing of the hospital bed's side. The scythe meister didn't seem to notice him approaching her bed, yet subtle movements in her eyes looking towards crona and soul's direction proved otherwise.

"M-maka listen to me, I know this is all pretty scary, but it'll-" Yet before soul could finish his sentence the door to their hospital room suddenly swung open. Soul, crona and even maka turned their heads to see none other than that detective from earlier, along with others accompanying him enter the room.

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AT THE SAME TIME

Ezio and Atushi along with the others continued walking down the hallway of the hospital's third floor at a speedy pace. The group now nearing ever closer to the vigilante's room, with only another minute of walking now left before reaching their destination.

"So ezio what should I be expecting once we go in there?" Atushi asked out of curiosity, wanting to be prepared for anything when interviewing these vigilantes.

"Oh They're a colorful bunch that's for sure." Ezio commented as he began listing off the vigilantes one by one. "The girl named maka appears to be a firecracker, someone who's willing to take the lead. While soul or that's what he calls himself, seems to have a more laid back and coolheaded mindset. And as for that kid crona he seems a bit different from his friends, but from what I've seen he's mostly a very timid boy." Ezio summarized to the mangaka writer yet his voice sounded more like he released sighed it out towards the end. The balding detective knowing full well that particular vigilante was a very complicated story.

Ōkabo raised a curious, if not an almost suspicious eyebrow, from Ezio's summarization of the third vigilante. The mangaka having a sneaking suspicion that this vigilante was more than just "a little bit different". But he decided to leave it be for now. He did like surprises, so maybe this "crona" boy would be something to blow his expectations out of the water. The manga writer could almost taste the inspiration to satisfy his muse's appetite, and all he needed to was chat with these three vigilantes.

In less than a minute they reached the hospital room where the trio had been put in when they were admitted last night. Ezio wasting no time in being the one to open the white doors as Ezio, Atushi and those two cops walked inside. The detective and mangaka writer being greeted with the sight of three vigilantes huddled around one of the hospital beds as they turned to face them in surprise.

Ezio looked at the vigilantes and widened his eyes from what he saw. Crona and soul were now standing over the right side of the hospital bed; While maka had remained sitting on the bed as he saw her last time. Yet it looked like she had gotten up if maka's casted foot being removed from the bed's sling was any indication. But what took all of Ezio's attention was the faces the teens now wore.

Crona seemed fine for the most part but at the same time still had solemnness be very evident in his features. But when Ezio glanced at soul more closely, did he see that boy was definitely not the same case as his pink-haired friend.

The albino's calmness appeared as nothing more than an illusion, one that hid within his scarlet eyes a ton of shaken emotions that were flowing inside him. It was clear that despite being the most coolheaded of the trio, this guy was having a hard time keeping his calm demeanor together. Ezio's surprised eyes then drifted towards maka's sitting form and deeply frowned when he saw her current state.

The ash-blonde girl appeared somehow even worse than soul was. There was no way she could mask the fog of dazed shock she was enveloped in. Her bright jade eyes didn't seem to have that confidence like she had beforehand. Instead, she appeared so despondent and almost lifeless; it's almost as if this girl just went through some kind of an unspeakable tragedy, and was only now was she trying to process the grief of her loss.

Needless to say, this sudden and dismal change in their moods within the span of half an hour was very concerning.

'What the hell happened to them? They look so...hollow.' Ezio wondered in astonished concern as he did not expect such emotional deterioration in such a short span of time. What in God's name could've transpired while he was gone? How the heck could these kids have become so despaired in only a mere thirty minutes? True they were pretty heartbroken from being unable to find their supposed home and school, but he at least thought they'd mellow out and calm down enough to be spoken to more thoroughly. But instead of getting calmer in that time, the complete opposite had occurred as they all looked so shook to their core's.

Just what did these kids learn or see to have ended up in such a crappy state? Whatever was reasonable for their drastic emotional shift, it was causing them to become more and more despondent by the minute. Something that would not do well for the interview should this have been allowed to continue.

'God only knows what I would've walked into had I arrived any later.' Ezio dreaded the dark possibilities, all of which were none too pleasant to imagine. If he hadn't come here with ōkabo sooner, ezio seriously doubted they'd be in any condition to be interviewed.

"Is everything alright in here?" Ezio slowly with a thin veil of caution laced into his voice asked the trio in front of him. The death scythe and swordsman after recovering from their surprise of the detective's sudden entrance looked at the man with calmer albeit slightly annoyed expressions.

"We're good, thanks for asking. But might I ask why your exactly here right now?" Soul questioned with a minor spike of quiet annoyance in his voice.

Seriously of all the fucking times for this guy to come barging in, this was easily the worst possible moment right now.

Especially considering his meister was still in such a delicate state of mind. Soul glancing for a split second at maka to see while she still dazed in shock, she was more responsive, as she now looked at the detective with more stable and relaxed expression than before.

Ezio managed to notice the subtle irritability in the boys voice, but let he it slide. Clearly something very important was going on here, and while he felt a bit guilty for interrupting whatever it was; he couldn't afford to delay this interview any further.

He needed answers and he needed them effective immediately.

Thus with a single cough in his hand, ezio stepped aside and allowed for Atushi to enter the center of the room. Mirko leaned on a wall outside the doorway to not get in the way of the officers rolling in the TV, nor barge into the mangaka artist as he walked inside. The middle aged man soon entered the room and plopping his book bag on a over-bed table, looked up to inspect the three teens. The civilian consultant looked at three teens as if they were portraits of art displayed in a museum, and was a critic analyzing every detail he saw.

"Well you weren't wrong about them being a colorful bunch, that's for sure." Atushi commented in Japanese. "Though didn't ezio tell me the pink haired kid had a muppet attached to him?"

"Muppet? What are you-oh, does he mean that little thing attached to crona?" Johnson questioned to himself in english, however it wouldn't be long before within almost a millisecond, a violent splash of black blood emerged out of crona's back.

The black liquid ripping a hole through crona's hospital gown, as the miniaturized demonsword fully formed out of his meister with anger quite evident in his arrival.

"Hey! Who the fuck do you think you are calling me a fucking muppet!?" Ragnarok roared as he waved his little arms in fury. The little demon's angry and sudden appearance, startling his meister along with atushi and the two officers. Soul, maka and ezio however weren't really fazed by the brazen creature. The former was accustomed to the imps loud behavior; while the latter had been hardened to dealing with such outbursts from criminals and villains he's arrested with similar attitudes.

"Ragnarok stop yelling so loud!" Crona scolded his peeved weapon who didn't seem to be really paying attention to his meister. The sword only continuing to "glare" with his X shaped irises at the middle aged manga writer; mumbling something about the man being a "dipshit." Before swiftly retreating back into his meisters body.

The man soon aftwards began to collect himself before returning to a more calm demeanor. "O-Okay then...good to know that was true I guess, though I didn't think its foul mouth was gonna be that bad."

"You think that was bad? Then you should've been here half an hour ago, the little guys mouth could make a sailor blush." Ezio scoffed in Japanese knowing the full extent of ragnarok's foul vocabulary should he be triggered enough.

"Sheesh, a-anyway foul language aside, I gotta say, so far I'm quite intrigued by what I see ezio." Atushi told the detective in Japanese. "These American vigilantes do seem different from most I've ever seen; they kinda look like characters straight out of Fairy tail. Or hell even some of my own characters I got in the works. Already this is shaping up to be quite a case Ezio." Atushi then walked over and stood next to the TV that was now positioned directly in front of the trio where crona and soul stood.

"Um mr.e-ezio, who is this man? And why is there a TV here?" Crona asked in confusion at all this commotion happening in such a delicate moment. That and crona didn't think he could handle having this weird man continuing to stare at him so much.

It was getting kinda creepy now...

"To answer the first question, this man here is how we're gonna finally get answers to your predicament." Ezio told the swordsman in english, as the mysterious guest pulled out a notepad from his pocket and began writing while keeping his gaze on the trio. "His name is Atushi ōkabo, a civilian consultant who specializes in interviewing suspects in hard to crack cases. He'll be able elaborate on some things and give us a clear understanding of what you guys know and what your talking about."

Crona and soul looked at each other and back at the detective in uncertainty of how this interview will clarify this whole situation. Well, At least for the detective and everyone else here. The trio had already discovered the grim truth of their situation and what was really going on. The only problem now was how these people could believe them without being deemed as nut-jobs.

That is if they haven't already.

So how could this guy possibly be able to do anything to change their predicament? Did he have one of these "quirks" that apparently everyone in thisworld has? True they didn't understand how these weird powers functioned or the limits of what they could do; but they still found it hard to believe one of these quirks could so easily help make these people believe they were from another world.

They needed a more detailed explanation than what ezio just said to go along with this interview.

But before either crona or soul could give their answer maka surprisingly beat them both and spoke first.

"What do you need us to do?" Maka asked ezio in a quiet voice while looking down at the bed. Her ash blonde hair concealing her eyes as crona and soul turned to look at their friend in bewilderment.

Where was maka going with this?

"We just need one of you to volunteer and let him use his quirk on you, and we'll get everything we need out of this interview to see what we should do next." Ezio elaborated in simple yet efficient detail. The scythe meister then straightened her posture as she turned her head to face the detective with a set of less shaken and calmer green eyes.

"I'll do it." Maka finally answered the detective as crona and soul could only look at the two star meister with astonished expressions.

Crona and soul at that moment didn't know what was more surprising. The fact that maka had miraculously shaken off most of her shocked terror from finding she'd been sent to another world. Or how maka had almost instantly volunteered to be subjected to this man's unknown power without knowing what will happen.

The latter of which made soul not very comfortable with Maka's decision to subject herself to something as unpredictable as this.

"Maka are sure about this? We don't know what this guy's powers are gonna even do to you; so maybe you should think about this more-" but before soul could try to reason with his meister out of this decision, maka brought up her hand to stop her weapon from talking.

"Soul I understand why you don't want me to do this, but if this can help us...help them understand what's happened then I'll do whatever it takes to make it easier for everyone." Maka softly told her nervous death scythe.

Soul frowned and wanted to continue trying to reason with maka, but in the end acquiesced to his meister's wishes. He was smart enough to know that even though maka was still pretty shaken up by what they've found out, she still wouldn't let herself fall apart so easily. Being able to at least gather enough mental strength to pull herself together and see through this.

Crona took a step forward and gave maka a quick nod. "O-okay m-maka, if this is what you want then me and soul won't stop you."

Though it took a small amount of effort for soul and crona to see clearly, they could find a ghost of a smile had etched itself onto Maka's lips. Giving the swordsman and death scythe to some extent, reassuring comfort that maka was for now still holding out strong.

Detective ezio meanwhile as he watched this moment between the trio play out, felt a more strong spike of guilt hit his gut. The man feeling remorseful for having nearly accused these three of associating with such a vile villain. Despite they're bizarrely powerful quirks and downright ridiculous story of where they came from; These three were clearly just a bunch of scared children who only wanted to go back home.

'I really am becoming a paranoid old geezer if I'm suspecting freakin children to be in league with Japan's most infamous villain.' Ezio could only imagine how his old partner naomasa would react to his accusatory behavior. He honestly felt a bit embarrassed by how he was so quick to assume someone like him had returned after six years of no activity.

Ezio soon however shook off this train of thought, and refocused on the important matter at hand. That being finally getting answers to who maka, soul and crona really are and more importantly where the hell they actually came from.

"Alright then maka if your really volunteering, we're only gonna need you to get comfortable while Atushi does his magic." Ezio told the scythe meister as she responded with a nod in return.

But before ezio gave the mangaka consultant the signal to begin the interview, ezio glanced at maka and her friends one more time. The trio before him were in pitiful states, the despondency in their faces while having fled to some extent; was still very evident in their features.

He could just ignore it and keep moving forward with the interview. Any one else in his position would've probably done the same thing.

But he wasn't anyone else, nor could he so easily ignore the distressed states of these three kids who only wanted to go back home.

He had to try and do something for them.

He was an officer of japan, and that meant more than just taking down villains and throwing away the key. He may not be a pro hero like allmight, but ezio also had the job of bringing hope to others in need of help.

Thus he decided to do the best thing he could think of to hopefully bring their spirits back up.

"But before we do this...I just wanted to let you guys know that we've contacted the American embassy. Unfortunately they've been pretty busy so it's gonna a bit longer for the results to come." Ezio with a neutral expression lied to the trio in front of him, with mirko's face outside the room becoming baffled from the massive lie she just heard.

What the heck was ezio doing?

"But the good news is that your contacts are now their primary focus, so we might be finding them much sooner than before. Then afterwards we'll call them, work out your what we'll do from here and hopefully send you kids on your way." Ezio assured the trio in a soft voice, yet that didn't help push back the growing lump of shameful guilt getting caught in his throat with every word he spoke.

Ezio knew what he was doing was considered an action only a heartless scumbag would do. That giving false hope to these children and delaying the tragic truth of what they really found out was just needlessly cruel. But he had to try and give these kids something to believe in for now. At the very least, it would give them the motivation necessary to press on with this interview and let Okabushi use his quirk on maka to find out what was going on.

The scythe meister didn't say anything, only giving the detective a weak nod in response to his announcement as did crona and soul.

Had that news been told to them half an hour ago, it might've brought some comfort to relieve their anxious worries. But unfortunately ezo's assurance's didn't help them at all curb the pain in their hearts to any real amount. Crona and now maka and soul had already learned the harsh truth of their dimensional displacement. Now knowing full well that the detective's efforts to find their friends and loved ones were only going to be a waste of time. After all, how can you find a list of people who didn't even exist in their world, to begin with?

But even so, maka felt a small bit of gratitude for the detective at least trying to help them out. At the same time however couldn't help but let out a faint, dry chuckle at the twisted irony of how horrifically wrong ezio was.

Maka then without further delay, shuffled to the center of the bed and with her legs crossed sat upright on the bed. "Alright then...so you just want me to sit here and relax?"

Ezio nodded. "Pretty much albarn, just stay calm sitting up like that and Atushi will take care of the rest."

"Okay." maka muttered almost robotically as she shifted around and got more comfortable; yet still not detracting from the inner turmoil she had stirring within herself.

Thus with that out of the way, ezio then turned his head towards Atushi standing near the TV set. "Alright ōkabo, we can start the interview now." Ezio told the mangaka artist in Japanese.

Okabushi who had been waiting patiently put away his notepad, eagerly clapped his hands together. "Alrighty then, let's get this show started shall we?" Atushi sighed out, now finally ready to do what he came here for. "Now normally I'd have to get permission from a lawyer and that biz to do this. But clearly these guys are very different from what I usually do in interview's so...we'll just get right to it. But before we do this, I think I should go ahead set up my other payment."

Ezio raised an eyebrow, but soon was nodding in understanding. Watching as the mangaka writer took out of his book bag a large video camera. The mangaka artist placing the camera on a stool directly near the tv; giving the camera a nice perfectly clear view of the television screen.

"Hold on a second, just what the heck is guy gonna do to maka anyway? You said he has one of these quirks right? So does he has some psychic superpower or something?" Soul inquired, as he would definitely like to know what this guy was exactly gonna do to his meister before letting her go through with it.

"W-wait, if he has psychic powers d-does that mean w-we're gonna watch m-m-maka go to the..." yet before crona could finish ragnarok once again made his unwelcomed appearance.

"Go and take a shit?" Ragnarok sneered.

"Ragnarok be quiet!!!" Crona shouted in embarrassed outrage, the demon sword guffawing as he avoided the punches of his red faced meister. Yet it wouldn't be long before a rectangular object fired at high speeds towards the swords cranium.

The once laughing imp now wailed in agony, as a book shaped dent was made on the left side of his head by a peeved and blushing scythe meister.

"Pig." maka murmured before readjusting herself back on the center of the bed.

Ezio sighed In exasperation at the swords irritating behavior, yet still seemed to entertain some people here. As the stifled laughter of both mirko standing outside the doorway and the two cops were well heard by ezio.

Such immaturity...

"No mr.evans and mr.gorgon, atushi's quirk doesn't make him a psychic nor will we see such...inappropriate imagery." Ezio exasperatedly corrected the skeptical teens and an embarrassed maka. "I'll admit his quirk is quite bizarre, but all he'll be doing is letting us see Maka's most important memories, nothing more and nothing less."

The trio's soon calmed after hearing that, being very relieved to hear that there will be no massive invasions of privacy like that happening.

"Okay I think we've delayed this long enough, it's time we start this interview already." Maka then deeply inhaled and exhaled through her mouth as she closed her eyes.

She was ready now.

"She's good to go." Ezio signaled to the mangaka artist in Japanese. Atushi then walked a few steps towards the opposite side of the bed where soul and crona were and raised his hand as if he was reaching for her. Within seconds, his entire hand turned into translucent glass before numerous hand sized mirrors shot out of his hand. These mirrors phasing themselves into Maka's head almost like water, and with no one being even near the TV, the screen suddenly lit up.

"What the-!" Johnson yelped in startled surprise as furamasi flinched back by the TV's self activation.

"What the hell is he doing to maka!?" Soul demanding to know why fucking mirrors were coming out of the guys hands and being shoved into maka's head!

"It's alright kid, I promise you that atushi's quirk is completely harmless so just calm down." Ezio assured the concerned albino boy, who at first seemed reluctant to listen but eventually relented.

The two cops quickly took a couple steps back as the flatscreen instantly turned on by itself, the screen changing to a plethora of different colors for all to see.

Mirko not wanting to interrupt the interview or get caught up in whatever freaky shit was going on inside, decided to remain where she was outside the room.

Yet she still intended to listen in as much as she could with her ears.

Crona and soul continued to watch with wide eyes at the TV and back at maka, unable to think of what to say at the bizarre phenomenon their friend was undergoing.

Ezio had of course seen his quirk in action before, and even then was still amazed by how it worked. Then again he couldn't blame everyone else for reacting so startled by atushi's quirk.

He himself had the same exact reaction when he first saw it in action.

It was like something straight out of that creepy poltergeist film...

Eventually the TV's screen began to stabilize as a clear image flickered onto its surface.

The first thing that was shown was a five year old maka being tucked into bed and read a storybook by a young man with red medium length hair.

Ezio presumed this was Maka's father, if his fatherly interactions towards her was anything to go by.

"Hey ezio Is this thing muted? Why can't we hear anything?" Johnson asked in Japanese the same question everyone pretty much had. Noticing how not a single noise or sound heard on the television set.

"That's unfortunately a limitation of his quirk:window to the soul. Only Atushi can get a full view of his targets memories. We on the other hand can only only see her memories, not hear them. So It'll have to be up to us to interpret what's going on as we watch." Ezio explained to the cop along with everyone else in english before continuing to watch the "interview".

The image faded out, as the next one showed a now thirteen year old maka standing between the same redhead man and a woman who looked almost exactly like the smaller girl; meaning this woman was Maka's mother.

But judging by the angry tears sliding down on the younger Maka's face, it wasn't a very pleasant memory.

The older ash blonde woman shoved a document in front of the redhead's face, as the man proceeded to begin begging quite pathetically for forgiveness; but judging by her livid glare wouldn't budge.

Ezio was able to make out the document briefly shown, and cringed at finding them being none other than divorce papers.

So it seemed her mom and dad had a divorce. A nasty one too by the looks of it. That would probably explain a couple things about the ash blonde girl, including why she became a vigilante to begin with.

Soul grimaced when he saw the muted scene of kami divorcing spirit. While he heard about it from his meister, he never thought he'd see what was probably one of the worst moments in Maka's life.

"Oh maka..." Crona muttered in sympathy as he witnessed with great sorrow the day Maka's family was irreversibly ruined.

The screen then showed maka now wearing a trench coat and white gloves talking to none other than the same albino that was presently in this room.

The two on the TV were seen talking in a room with a old style piano sitting in the middle as the boy then played on the instrument for maka.

'So this must be the first time those two met.' Ezio concluded from the way the memory showed them talking.

Soul's mouth curved into a fond smile at watching their first meeting and the day they became partners play out in front of him.

It was a tiny spark of good to have come from this nightmare of a day.

Crona watched soul and Maka's first meeting in awe, feeling so honored to witness such an important moment in his friend's lives.

The scene then faded out as various images were shown, but now it was as if the tv was set to fast forward; as they appeared and disappeared much, much faster than the last three.

Another trait of atushi's quirk, the more important the memory, the longer it's shown. Anything else that isn't as important is skipped over so to speak.

The tv slowed down as the television stopped at the image of maka and soul in his scythe form fighting a monstrous clawed creature in a urban area. Then in ten seconds switched, to showing the pair fighting a voluptuous purple haired woman wearing a witch outfit firing flaming pumpkins at them.

"Those were good times." Soul murmured to himself in nostalgia, despite Blair's touchy antics soul found himself missing the busty magical cat more than ever.

And crona...well he was far too busy keeping ragnarok at bay to pay much attention. The impish sword perversely trying to get a close look at Blair's buxom chest shown very clearly on the tv screen.

'So soul and maka really have fought villains before.' Answering ezio's and the two top pro heroes question as to why these kids seem so experienced in combat.

Yet when Ezio looked at the screen again, did his eyes become wide as saucers to seeing what was in the night sky indicated on the tv.

That being a crescent moon...only this one had a creepy grin oozing blood and a single large crater with a big googly eyeball inside.

What in gods name was that?

Ezio blinked to make sure his eyes were functioning properly, there's no way they saw that right.

Unfortunately it was still being shown above in the background. w-what the hell was this? Were they in some kind of Halloween theme park?

But those buildings looked too realistic to be in a theme park, so what the hell could explain that...thing hovering in the sky?

Before ezio could further question on why the moon had a grinning smile the screen then showed various new clips.

One showed soul and maka walking into a castle like building with three cartoony skulls in the middle. This bizarre place must be that shibushan academy they were talking about if children around Maka's age coming in and out of the building were proof.

Maka and soul then talked to a person made up of a tattered piece of pitch black cloth with many jagged edges; decorated with the same cartoony skull mask seen on the school's front.

'This must be that lord death they were talking about.' Ezio assumed by how he looked like the grim reaper, albeit much more cartoonish looking than he ever expected.

The scene faded out, as the next memory was shown. seeing right before their eyes a laughing sun in the sky in place of a regular normal sun.

Ezio was left once again stunned by the unnatural image, his mind scrambled to find an answer for why the sun and moon had faces.

And more importantly where the hell did these kids really come from.

Soon the pair was shown talking with a muscular spikey blue haired boy dressed like a ninja with a star shape birth mark on his left arm. Alongside him was a a tall black haired Japanese girl wearing a kind smile as she walked with him.

Next to them was a golden eyed boy wearing a black suit, who had three white lines on his black hair. Alongside the boy was two blonde girls in cowboy like outfits; the taller one being mature and laid back while the shorter seen more happy and childish.

A few clips showed maka and soul either hanging out or fighting battles with all sorts of foes alongside these people, such as a zombie, a highly skilled doctor with a screw in his head and even a werewolf.

The blonde twins turned into handguns for the checkered boy use while the black haired girl became a pair of kusarigama's for the ninja to wield.

Wait a minute, they can transform into weapons too?

But...that didn't add up at all.

True quirks can be similar to others, but to see four children possess weapon transformation quirks that work almost exactly the same is more than a coincidence.

The only way anyone could have quirks that function remotely the same is if they were siblings or cousins. But obviously, none of them looked like they were related to each other so how the hell can these kids have quirks so similar to soul's?

Just what in gods name was going on here?

A clip of maka in a classroom now taught by the same screw lodged doctor and zombie looking man was seen before fading out.

Then another scene was displayed on the screen...

Maka and soul were in a gothic church confronting none other than crona. His outfit looked slightly different, but there was no mistaking that choppy pink hair and those ebon eyes.

"Great just what I need to see, the night my life turned upside down when this pussy met you fucks." Ragnarok ranted while watching how badass he used to be before the cow entered his meisters life.

Oh how the mighty had fallen.

Crona said nothing, and probably didn't even hear his weapon for that matter. The swordsman continued watching the tv with wide terrified eyes and his skin turning pale white as he revisited this dark past.

'P-please No...Why of all memories did this one have to be shown?' Crona lamented in panicked terror. The boy gripping his right arm like a stress ball as he tried staving off the panic attack trying to rise up.

The cops watched the battle play out and were growing more concerned by what they were seeing. At first they thought this was an extreme spar, but the growing lethality of the fight didn't support this theory very well.

The two teens kept battling each other within the church. Crona displaying ruthless ferocity as he attacked maka with fast slashes from his sword and unleashed sonic screams from its mouthed hilt.

Maka on the screen continued to fight against crona with all she got, but the fight was looking to be against her favor. The dual was about to have its victor as crona was shown about to strike a vulnerable maka with his sword.

But not before soul ran in the way and took the blow for her.

With the exception of crona and soul, everyone's jaw's dropped in horror as the television displayed soul's chest brutally carved from ragnarok piercing his flesh.

"Holy shit!" Johnson shouted as he watched the gruesome scene play out before him, his partner looking a tad green from the splashes blood coming out of soul.

Ezio stared in frozen shock at the horrific moment being shown with his hands tightened into hard fists.

'But why? Why the hell would crona do this?' Wasn't he friends with soul and maka? Hawks said how loyal he was to them, so Why was he trying to kill them then? But ezio also remembered how Hawks also told him how crona was potentially insane. But after seeing this, ezio now feared that the number two hero was incorrect in his assessment.

'I don't think the question now is if he's insane ,but rather, just how insane is he...' Ezio beginning to seriously doubt crona was just some mentally unwell vigilante; and beginning to fear that crona truly was a psychopathic villain.

Ezio's eyes momentarily looked away from the tv, and glanced at crona. Finding that the boy was now pale white and on the verge of tears, while soul silently grimaced at the quirk possessed television set.

The screen then shifted to the two fighting once more, now clashing in a dimly lit and ancient room. The scythe meister and swordsman appearing to be fighting each other with the same ferocity as last time.

But unlike before something was very different about their second clash.

Maka on the tv seemed to be much stronger than the last time she fought crona. Yet her erratic and wild movements as she fought the swordsman made it become very apparent that something was terribly wrong with Maka.

Her wide toothy smile and those sickly green eyes brought chills down the audiences spines. Ezio most of all was growing more disturbed from seeing maka in such a psychotic state.

What was wrong with her? This was nothing like the girl he had met today, who seemed so sane and calm; a complete polar opposite to this rabid madwoman currently shown on the tv.

The quirk possessed screen then in a split second changed the memory. Now showing maka and crona no longer fighting as they were. Instead the two were kneeling on the ground hugging each other in a warm embrace.

Maka, now appearing much saner than before, was softly speaking to crona while he sobbed into the girls shoulder as they continued to wrap each other in a tender hug.

Crona having managed to calm himself down and suppress the suffocating guilt within him, looked at the tv screen once more. A ghost of a smile beginning to form on his pale lips from seeing the day he made his first friend.

The three adults on the other hand, only grew more confused by what they were watching and the abrupt switch that just occurred. These two teens were just moments ago not only in a state of insanity but also fighting each other to the death; were now in less than a minute hugging each other in a heartfelt embrace.

So many questions on this alone filled in the detective's confused mind, and as much as he wanted answers to this; ezio had a bad feeling there wouldn't be many explanations to what he was witnessing.

At least not for a while.

After seeing the tender moment between crona and maka, a many brief clips of maka's memories began to play at a faster pace than before.

Maka, soul and now crona were fighting against a man with spiked hair and piercings; who was also capable of transforming partially or fully into a weapon. This time being able to become a large, jagged chainsaw for a giant golem to wield.

Suddenly a blonde man dressed like a priest and a regal dressed young woman with a spider theme on her clothing, showed up before the woman retreated with the chainsaw shifter.

Maka along with her two other friends dressed in winter clothing now fighting an old man with a huge spherical torso and giant muscular arms in a jungle like temple. The battle showing a fierce struggle for victory against the brute, before the three were shown fleeing and a white light enveloped the screen.

The white light quickly faded away, as the next memory showed Maka horizontally cleaving a vaguely humanoid clown like creature with soul in his scythe form. But now the weapons blade was a massive luminescent curved halberd, that sliced the creature like butter.

Now maka was in a gothic castle, engaging in a epic battle with the same spider themed woman shown before. Only she was far more menacing than before. Multiple demonic spider legs protruded form her back while having a cold look in her eyes that promised nothing but despair.

Maka charged at the arachnid woman with her massive scythe reared back along with wearing a black liquid like dress. Maka flew down at rapid speed and with a single heavy slash dealt a killing blow to the spider woman.

After slaying the spider woman a purple orb suddenly materialized and floated above her corpse, as soul now in his human form promptly ate it in one bite.

Ezio's eyes were wide with astonishment the whole time he witnessed the teenage duo clash against so many monstrous foes. But what was more concerning, is seeing the duo kill a few of these villains.

What kind of hero school is this shibushan for letting children face off against such dangerous villains? And even worse, allow them to outright murder them no less!? How have they been able to get away with this without getting shut down and charged for putting their students in mortal danger and letting them commit murder?

Well to be fair, they did train these kids pretty damn well if maka and soul were able to fight and defeat them; but even so, his point still stands.

Yet what was that thing soul just ate when that spider woman died? Was that another ability of his quirk? And why was maka covered in that black mass covering her body like a dress?

If ezio had a long list of questions before about these vigilantes, then that list only became so much longer now as he watched...whatever this was anymore.

Crona meanwhile watched in amazed awe at seeing on this esoteric screen his friends grow so strong throughout so many battles. Seeing maka and soul not only destroying one of asura's clowns, but also managing to defeat his aunt Arachne by themselves.

It truly showed just how powerful maka had become, but also how much he missed being apart of such adventures. And instead chose to return to medusa and be her obedient weapon once more.

What he would give to undo that terrible decision...

Soul couldn't help but give a small toothy smirk at seeing the flabbergasted reactions of the detective and those other guys; from seeing how cool he and his meister had become throughout all the battles they fought.

The television then showed a mysterious tattooed woman taking place of the dead spider woman. Her yellow snake like eyes displayed nothing but malice, as she seemed be to mocking a furious maka and soul.

Ezio could instantly tell this woman was not their friend in the slightest, and more likely one of their enemies. But even though it was only through a tv screen, this tattooed woman radiated an aura of evil the detective had never seen in any villain before.

The only one he ever heard to have such a presence was...

Ezio shook himself out of that dark thought, not wanting to linger on such disturbing comparisons longer.

However as he was about to look back at the tv saw to his surprise crona heavily trembling and his eyes hidden behind his bangs; while soul hatefully glared at the screen with both boys having tight fists.

Whoever this woman was, she was obviously despised. And from seeing that sinister grin on her face, he had a strong feeling it was for a good reason.

Within in a second the screen then showed maka in a different attire while seemingly trying to control the spiky angel wings on soul's scythe form as they hovered in the air.

Ezio deducted this was most likely them trying to control a new feature of soul's quirk and work together to use those wings.

Afterwards the screen skimmed out a string of various memories of maka and her friends traveling through various strange and different places, that seemed eerily connected.

But one particular that stood out was the first clip that showed maka and her friends wandering through these places. The audience immediately noticing how their genders had switched...

Everyone in the room had no words, their shock reaching an awkward peak as the eyes of all but soul were now wide as saucers.

"W-what...w-w-why is m-maka a-a b-boy?!" Crona's squeaked with his eyes nearly popped out of his skull. Steam flew out of his ears as he saw maka now inverted as a boy and soul as a girl. Ragnarok's laughter soon erupted from his invisible mouth as he laid over Crona's head, his small fist banging against it as he laughed hysterically.

"OH MY G-GOD!!! T-This-this easily makes up for the shit you and the cow put me through, shark boy hahahaha!!! Nice ass you got on your girly self there! Damn shame your titless like the cow though! God i wish I had a camera to capture these glorious images!!!" Raganrok mocked between his hysterical laughter at the duo's gender swap. The sword never thought he'd get so much hilarious entertainment in these past two days.

Normally crona would've scolded his weapon to stop laughing at maka and soul, but his brain was still short circuiting from seeing his friends as their opposite genders. He never wondered how maka would look like a boy, and while s-she didn't look bad a-as o-one. He easily preferred to only knowing the scythe meister being the female sex rather than have this ungodly sight be seared into his poor brain.

H-how the heck was he s-supposed to handle knowing this!? Or more importantly How could he see maka the same way without...that image popping up in his head now?!

Soul immediately looked down at white floor in utter embarrassment while ignoring ragnarok's mocking voice. His face uncharacteristically blushing red from the humiliation of this cursed knowledge being shown; the scythe desperately trying avoiding the gazes of everyone in the room.

Why the hell did this guy's stupid power have to see this as an important memory? He already lived through such an extremely uncool experience once, he did not need to see it again!

Especially with all these people seeing it no less! Great, just fucking great. Now all these guys could see what he looks like as a chick, god can this tv just skip this accused memory already!?

Thankfully mercy was given to soul as the immensely embarrassing moment was finally finished. The bizarre image fading out and a new memory replacing it.

Maka was seen alone in a school hallway with various "students" surrounding her maka fell to her knees and broke down into tears.

Soul's eyes widened before narrowing in grim understanding of this memory. Immediately figuring out this was the envy chapter illusion that shook his meister so badly to her core.

Crona's gasped and his eyes widened in shock, the swordsman was almost about run to hug the image of maka sobbing; only to remember this was only a memory that had already happened.

But even if this had occurred already, he was still shocked by what he was seeing. He'd never seen maka break down so badly. Or ever for that matter, he always knew maka was such a strong person so what occurred to make maka cry like this?

Afterwards the screen showed maka having recovered from her breakdown and fighting that chainsaw man again. Their fight ending with the villain bursting into a massive explosion the scythe meister watched from afar.

The next memory showed Maka and her friends, fighting a dark skinned man with a white cap summoning all kinds of monsters out of a book.

The golden eyed boy now with two white lines on his head, morphed his twin handguns into two cannons merged into his arms. The boy quickly fired from the cannons a massive yellow beam with a ghoulish face on it, vaporizing the man into oblivion.

The tv then went into fast forward once more until the quirk possessed screen slowed down and displayed a new scene.

This time showing maka in a snowy city street with a massive black dome encompassing the center of the urban area.

The tv revealing the ash-blonde girl and that doctor with the gear in his head along with a pink-haired girl fighting off against...soul?

Why were they fighting soul?

But soon enough their confusion disappeared as the psychotic red eyes of the teen along with the wide sharp grin on the boy was enough to tell them why this was happening.

The albino on the screen looked to be in a state of berserker derangement. One eerily similar to the burst of insanity maka was seen in minutes ago.

Ezio was once again in baffled shock from seeing soul completely insane and attacking his friends.

What was happening to soul? Why was he suddenly acting like a rapid animal attacking maka and his allies?

Crona however knew very well what was wrong with soul, the dome of black blood was all he needed to figure out why the albino scythe was now infected with madness. His heart began to race and his skin paled from the horrible realization that his mad blood was responsible for this.

"S-Soul I'm so-!" but before crona could finish his apology soul put a hand on his shoulder.

"Crona its okay, we'll talk about it later if you want alright?" Soul whispered to the guilty swordsman, who looked reluctant to obey but soon nodded in acceptance. Understanding this wasn't the time to talk about such topics.

The mad soul continued attacking maka and those other two people, but his rancor soon stopped as the albino boy suddenly regained control of himself. Yet Immediately afterwards maka walked up to soul and proceeded to bash and kick the crap out of the albino boy.

Ezio was once again left stumped by this abrupt switch in mental health. The detective trying to figure out why these kids were one minute acting insane and in another went back to normal like it never happened. Did they have some kind of bipolar mental disorder? Or did it have to do with their quirks?

Or something else entirely.

Unfortunately that had to wait as the tv once again showed several more short clips of Maka's memories.

Maka having a conversation with her father, which ended with the redhead giving his daughter a unique silver ring.

The scythe meister once again in the church from when she fought crona, talking to coincidentally enough, the very same swordsman. But crona appeared completely different even the first time he was seen in Maka's memory. Looking far more creepy and unnerving than the last time he appeared on the tv. The pink haired boy sprouting wings from ragnarok and flew away into the night sky.

The memory quickly shifted to maka in her original attire and using the angelic wings on soul's scythe to fly with that blue haired ninja to...THE MOON!?

Ezio didn't want to believe something so impossible, but they were in fact flying to that grinning crescent moon!

How the hell is that possible!?

Shouldn't they have suffocated from flying away from the atmosphere and into the airless void of space!?

Ezio soon felt a headache begin to form from witnessing so many ridiculously impossible moments occur in such a short span of time.

A headache he feared would only get worse from here on out.

Another memory flashed to the screen, showing maka was indeed walking on the pale yellow ground of the moon. The girl traveling with her scythe towards the moons...mouth.

The blue haired ninja and maka were then fighting off a dozen clown like creatures like the one maka fought. The scythe wielder helping the screw lodged doctor and a blonde eye-patched woman stave off the clowns.

The battle flashed away as another memory came by revealing maka was indeed on the moon. The girl traveling with her scythe and all he friends towards the moons mouth.

Something ezio never thought in a million years he'd ever see.

Maka and the brawny ninja were then seen fighting off against none other than crona. The swordsman relentlessly attacked the duo with his three swords and then firing swarms of black thorns. But throughout the battle crona held the most inhuman expressions any of the extremely disturbed cops had ever seen in their lives.

With a certain demon weapon perfectly summarizing what most people in the room thought of crona in this scene.

"SWEET MOTHER OF GOD! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH YOUR FACE!!!???" Ragnarok screamed in uncharacteristic horror. The sword never imagining his meister could possibly become the most terrifying thing he had ever seen in his life. Forget needing to absorb asura to become a kishin! Those creepy as hell faces would've been more than enough, to make anyone go crazy with pants-shitting terror after seeing that!

Seriously, how could he not remember something so nightmarishly terrifying as this!?

"I...I don't know." crona murmured, trying to not look too affected by this. But even he felt chills fall down his spine at seeing himself on the moon.

Not wanting to see a single second of this nightmare fuel any longer, ragnarok immediately dived back into his meister's body faster than the wind.

Thus leaving crona to think on what made even his loudmouth weapon scream and run away in fear.

What the hell had happened to him? He didn't think it was even remotely possible for him to morph his facial muscles to such grotesque expressions. Was it because absorbing asura's madness warped his body to such ungodly configurations? Or simply something he did all on his own?

Crona didn't know which one it was, but he didn't want the answer. Only hoping now that he'd never sink so deeply into madness again to point of becoming that demonic mockery of himself shown on the tv screen.

The fight between went on longer as crona used his black thorns to rip a...tooth off the moon and fling at the two teens. The ninja surprisingly managed to catch the moon's tooth and throw it away.

Maka's father returned and transformed into a black scythe for maka to wield. After a fierce struggle, Maka managed to defeat crona and take him down by slicing through his wall of thorns.

Crona then began to have a mental breakdown, but something happened...

Four scarf like tendrils ripped out of crona's body and entrapped him into a spherical cocoon. The cocoon within seconds opened up, but instead of crona, a new figure emerged out of the sphere.

This figure being a very tall, thin, pale young man wearing numerous long white scarfs, a red and black pinstriped blazer and long baggy pants. The most notable thing about him was how his head was tightly wrapped in a long scarf, with three vertical eyes embellished on what covered his face.

The minute this mysterious man appeared instead of crona, maka and her friends immediately began to attack him.

This new opponent summoned a spear like weapon out of his mouth that fired hellish flames towards Maka and her comrades.

The trio persevered and counterattacked, as the spiky blue haired ninja now wielding a katana attacked this powerful man. afterwards the boy with white lines in his hair joined in and attacked this scarf wearing man, yet it still didn't even the odds by much.

The man displaying all sorts of demonic powers and attacks towards the teenage trio yet still managed to fight against this overwhelming foe.

The scarfed foe summoned that spear edge out of his mouth again. only for the ninja to bite its tip and swallow the fiery attack that came from it.

And then spat out the massive explosion out of his mouth like it was water.

The three cops were sent into an shocked silence by the unnatural display of power from this mere boy and that man.

Who...who the hell were these people?

As if what they saw wasn't already insane enough to witness, the checkered boy went through some kind of a transformation. His suit morphed into a tattered pitch black cloak and his white lines turned into electrical energy rings hovering above his head.

This new transformation seemed to give the boy a massive boost in power, as he proved to fight this red suited man easier than before. Along with displaying numerous new powers the checkered boy previously didn't show against this monstrous enemy.

But even with the boy's new form he and his friends still didn't seem to be enough to defeat this man. The tall red suited man still demonstrated overwhelming strength and power against the trio he fought.

The lanky scarfed man then clapped his hands together as if he was praying. His scarfs morphing into a fiery portal that fired a demonic eye like projectile that exploded in front of Maka's two friends.

the red suited man suddenly appeared before maka, his left arm reared back and before she could do anything, launched it towards her.

Ezio's jaw fell agape and his eyes became wide as dinner plates.

Within seconds his arm brutally pierced into Maka's chest and brutally stabbed her through it...

This gruesome image filled the entire tv screen, as everyone in the room became frozen in horror.

"Dear god..." ezio whispered in Japanese, the horrified detective feeling nauseous as he witnessed this girl on the tv getting stabbed in the chest by this...monster.

Crona stood there in numb horror, his pupils reduced to specks and his cheeks tinted in pale green from witnessing this horrific scene. It took every ounce of will for the swordsman to keep his stomachs contents inside him and not vomit from the image of maka getting gruesomely stabbed in the chest by asura's left arm.

'Maka almost died...she almost got killed so she could save me.' Crona knew maka went through so much pain and trouble to reach him inside the kishin, but he didn't think it had almost costed her life. He just wished all her courage and effort hadn't gotten her and soul to such a terrible result.

The tv then shifted away from the gory memory,showing maka having miraculously recovered from the mortal wound; but also found that her outfit had dramatically changed.

The ash blonde now wore a formal black skirt with additional layers, dress shoes similar to ballet flats, angelic wing-like pigtail decorations and strapless forearm gloves. With Soul's scythe form having also changed to now being a massive black scythe with piano keys merged into his curved blade.

Everyone in the room(except for a proud soul) were stunned in awed amazement by Maka's transformation. The swordsman particularly being completely mesmerized by the elegant beauty the black blood armor gave maka in the battle. He never imagined the wicked substance that flowed through his and soul's veins could ever bestow maka with such a graceful transformation.

Maka now adorned in her new black blood dress appeared to act as a great boost of power for the young woman. the red suited man however only hysterically laughed at maka and from the way he was a talking seemed to be mocking her.

The trio continued to fight back against their foe, with the ninja even having one of his arms badly broken during the battle, but even so all three teens continued fighting with all they got.

Sadly even with their combined strength and the power boosts they've gained; the three warriors still weren't strong enough and were promptly pummeled to the ground by the demonic villain's power.

But before anyone knew it, various other people revealed themselves and began attacking the monstrous man together in a united assault. Giving the perfect opportunity for the ninja and the checkered boy to hold him down and allow for maka to charge into the air with her piano scythe in hand.

Maka played on all the scythes piano keys before with a battle cry stabbed into the scarfed man's chest.

Then nothing but pitch black was seen for a almost a minute, before presenting maka and soul wearing casual attire talking to crona within this empty void.

Maka and soul seemed to be urging crona to come with them, but the boy reluctantly refused with a pained and remorseful look on his face.

Maka gave him a book that when opened a mysterious cube came out of its contents and floated under crona's hand.

Crona and maka then tightly hugged each other and as they let go, the book suddenly sprung to life and floated above the trio.

A bright light suddenly leaked from the book while the cube went back inside its pages, and the minute it entered the book, its entirety became covered in a golden shell with purple symbols.

The book then morphing and widening into a door like construct with three tape like arms springing out of it and grabbed the three teens and dragged them into the its doorway.

Leaving nothing but a blinding light.

...and then the light vanished.

Showing in its place clear footage of the three teens in a park's forest and walking out into Fukuoka city's busy street.

After that final clip, the tv finally turned itself off; the device's bleeping sound acting as a signal for mirko to come into the room now the interview was over.

"Alright boys, so whatcha...find out." Mirko spoke casually at first but trailed off as she noticed the extremely shocked expressions on ezio and the two cops.

"Uh guys? Is everything alright in here?" Mirko incredulously asked in clear confusion at the dead silence within the room. Mirko walked in further to see to her stunned surprise all three men pale as ghosts. The cops continuing to stare at the tv with saucer sized eyes even though it was turned off.

"C-chief...w-what in all that is holy did we just w-watch?" Johnson shakily asked the pale detective who slowly snapped out of his frozen stupor from the cops quiet voice.

"I...I don't know." Ezio muttered turning his head to see Okabushi stumbled a few steps back from where he stood and panted for a minute; The man winded from having used his quirk for such a long period of time.

Maka soon opened her eyes as she looked around to see the stunned faces of the cops and the concerned looks of soul and crona.

Ezio wasted no time in confronting the civilian consultant and what his quirk had showed them all.

"Ōkabo...what in the living hell was that?" Ezio demanded in Japanese yet the middle aged man said nothing back. Atushi only recovered enough to slowly walk to where he placed his video camera and bent down to turn it off.

"What was that?" Atushi repeated breathlessly with his hair hiding his eyes. "Oh I'll tell you what that was ezio..." then within a millisecond he raised his head up, revealing the happy grin on his face and golden stars filling his eyes.

"THIS IS THE MOTHER OF ALL TREASURE TROVES!!!" Atushi excitingly shouted to the stunned detective.

"HUH!?" Everyone except the very confused Mirko, crona, soul, and maka shouted at the manga artist as he suddenly began dancing and laughing like a madman.

"It's fucking incredible! Truly glorious! This has easily given me the best source material I've ever encountered in my entire life! So many idea's to work with, so much to expand on! I could never have come up with even a single piece of this...THIS ART!!!" Atushi exclaimed in gleeful joy and before anyone could blink ran over to maka and grabbed her hand.

"Thank you miss!!! Thank you three for coming here and giving me the greatest feast of idea's and inspiration I've ever had!!!" Atushi profusely thanked as he wildly shook Maka's hand to the point she began feeling she was on a roller coaster.

"S-soul? What's happening right now?" Crona asked while watching in fear for maka's safety as the crazy man continued enthusiastically shaking maka's arm.

"I'm not sure crona." Soul replied in worry for maka as well. The scythe getting ready to rip the crazy man away from maka before he tore her whole arm off.

Ezio and the two cops stood there and kept gaping at Atushi's temporary fit of insanity. While a certain rabbit hero grew more bewildered by everything that was happening around her.

"Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on in here?" Mirko asked incredulously at the crazy otaku laughing hysterically and thanking maka a bit too passionately.

"Trust me, I don't think you want to know." Furamasi quietly told the number seven hero.

Atushi finally let go of maka's arm and quickly ran over to his video camera to collect the footage it took. "And I gotta thank you too ezio! I honestly thought coming here I'd only get something to improve my current work, nothing more. But with this goldmine!?" Atushi gestured to the video camera he held. "I got more than enough source material for a whole new manga series! This could be some of my best-no, my greatest work yet!!!"

"W-what about your payment? Do you want us to send it by check or-"

"You and ezio can keep your damn cash!" Atushi exclaimed to the startled furamasi, raising his video camera in front of the cop as if it was a bar of solid gold. "The money I'm gonna make with this material once it gets out, is gonna be easily more than what you would've payed me. Man, I'm gonna have so much to do when I get back home!"

"Hold on a damn minute!" Ezio shouted at the manga artist in Japanese, now fed up with the man's ramblings. "You are not going anywhere, until you explain what all t-that...insanity was that your quirk just showed us!"

Atushi finally seemed to snap out of his happy high and looked at the frustrated detective with a sheepish expression. "Oh, sorry about that man. I kinda got caught up in the moment you know?"

Ezio however did not seem amused at all by this and continued glaring impatiently at the manga writer. Atushi took his camera from the stool before walking away, leaving maka, crona and soul in utter confusion at what just occurred.

Atushi walked toward to ezio and quietly nodded his head towards the corner of the room. Ezio understood the gesture and followed him to the right corner of the hospital room.

Atushi released a short sigh as he and ezio now stood far from everyone else in the room. "I'm guessing you have a lot of questions don't you?"

"You better believe I do; So start telling me already who in the hell are these vigilantes."

Atushi crossed his arms and looked at him with a serious expression. "Ezio I assure you these kids are not vigilantes, nor should they be charged for everything that happened yesterday."

"What? And why's that?" Ezio questioned while raising a disbelieving eyebrow.

"Because I think it be pretty fucked up to punish a bunch of kids who don't know how our world works; especially since they just came here no less." Atushi retorted without any indication of falsehood in his voice.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" Ezio blinked and Atushi slowly nodded.

"I know this sounds insane. Hell, I'm still having a hard time believing it myself; but that sun and moon you saw are undeniable proof...these children came from another world ezio. A world that's far more crazy and fantastical than our own, where only one kind of quirk exists albeit in different shapes and forms." Atushi explained to the skeptical detective, who was still trying to understand what he was trying to tell him.

"You mean...those people who could transform into weapons?" Ezio asked with his eyebrow still raised up.

"Yes, exactly!" Atushi snapped his fingers and turned on the camera to begin playing back everything it had recorded. "While their abilities are radically different from quirks, they still comparable to some extent. And similar to our hero schools, they go to these shibushan academies so they and the students who wield them called meisters; can learn to use their powers to protect the world from these monsters." Atushi further explained as he showed ezio the paused images of the castle school and to the teens fighting various foes.

"Do you have any idea how ridiculous this all sounds?" Ezio retorted, a small part of him still refusing to believe something so outlandish.

"Really ezio? Then how did three teens who were able to take on two of Japan's best heroes, just suddenly appear almost out of nowhere yesterday; without any sort of explanation or inability to find any information to verify who they are?" Atushi retorted with a disbelieving expression, his stone gaze forcing a stunned ezio to accept what they've found out.

"Atushi what are trying to say? Are you really telling me that these kids actually came from...from another dimension?"

"An alternate earth to be more specific, but yes ezio. Maybe it's another universe, or perhaps an different timeline, who knows?" Atushi shrugged. "But what I do know without a doubt, is that these kids did not come to Japan by conventional means. Nor did they want to come here in the first place. They were forcefully taken here by that spellbook while they were trying to save the whole world." Atushi showed ezio the image of the teens being dragged into that book before heavily rewinding the video back a minute or so.

"Save the world from what?" Ezio incredulously asked before Atushi presented his video camera's screen to him, with a dead serious expression.

"From this unholy devil...kishin asura." Atushi pointed to his camera's screen, paused on the image of the sinister red suited man with three vertical eyes on the scarfs wrapped around his face. "A godlike incarnation of madness that was trying to send their world into a state of perpetual insanity. Thus it was up to these meisters, including maka and soul, along with some of the best warriors of shibushan to defeat him before it was too late."

"And what about crona? If maka and soul were trying to save the world as you put it, then how does he fit into all this?" Ezio sternly questioned the manga writer with a cold gaze. "Cause most of the clips involving the kid obviously showed me that he ain't one of the good guys.

"Ezio-"

"He's a villain isn't he? A mad villain that tried to kill everyone." Ezio darkly accused, with Atushi expression twisted to becoming unsure yet also slightly empathetic.

"I'm not...I-I don't think so. You gotta understand ezio, Crona didn't want to do all those terrible things we saw in Maka's memories, Not once."

"Funny, cause all those maniacal smiles I saw the boy made, prove to me otherwise." Ezio coldly retorted. Still very unconvinced by what Atushi was saying about crona compared to the creepy shit he saw on the television.

"Ezio I get why your thinking that way, but crona never had the choice to not be what he was." Atushi fiddled with his video camera rewinding back and showed ezio the paused image of that tattooed woman with snake like eyes.

"This woman is called medusa and she was crona's mother, if you can dare call her that, and she's what drove him to become the man you saw ezio. This evil bitch viewed her son as nothing more than her personal weapon; a means to achieve her goals of creating another being like asura. Forcing him his whole life to commit so many atrocities until he met maka and fought her again inside shibushan." Ōkabo then played on his video camera the scene of maka and crona hugging each other to ezio.

"Maka was his first friend, the first person to have actually shown him compassion instead of being treated like some obedient slave like his mother had." Atushi explained but spat out the word "mother" in hateful disgust. Anger was evident in his expression and his voice filled with contempt of the sneering woman on the camera.

"Then what happened? If his mother really did treat him like shit, then why did he go back to being a psychopath after meeting maka?" Ezio questioned with a skeptical eyebrow risen on his face.

Atushi took a long exhale and his expression turned grim. "That's because Medusa somehow erased crona's memories of maka and the happy times he had with her." Ezio's eyes widened in shock but allowed the mangaka artist to continue. "Allowing her to revert crona back into being her obedient weapon once more and have him evolve his black blood powers to continue to achieving her twisted ambitions."

Ezio's quickly narrowed by this new piece of information. The veteran detective being not very pleased by what what he was from Atushi about crona. Ezio was honestly beginning to consider if this boy really should be locked up in Tartarus before he hurts anyone else here in this world.

Atushi seeing the grim expression on ezio immediately figured out he was thinking and quickly pushed the gears of his brain to find a way to reason with the detective once more from thinking such assumptions.

"Yes crona did try to destroy the world as well, by absorbing asura to claim his godly powers. But crona eventually lost control and became imprisoned inside his soul; which was that void we saw towards the end." Atushi pointed towards the paused image of the trio in the black void. Ezio's eyes widening in shock at the reveal of actually seeing someone's literal soul.

Something atushi's quirk has never showed before, throughout the years he worked with the police. And now that he thought about it, Atushi quirk just confirmed the soul actually exists...

Huh, he thought such a world changing revelation would be so much more shocking, but considering he's currently being told these kids are interdimensional foreigners, the shock from that would have to wait.

"But even after everything he did, maka and her friends still attempted to save him ezio. If he really was a villain, then why would maka and soul go through so much for him?" Atushi reasoned with a calm expression.

"They were probably in denial and couldn't see their friend had become or maybe always was a madman trying to destroy the world." Ezio answered back, but Atushi only shook his head in disagreement with the detective's claims.

"Wrong." Atushi sighed in disappointment before looking back at the detective with a solemn expression. "Yes, he was and possibly is still not the most psychologically well, but he isn't an evil person. If he truly was, then he wouldn't have prepared to seal himself away with kishin asura on the moon."

"Wait, that's what was happening in there?" Ezio's eyes grew wide in surprise, not expecting that boy to have planned something so...heroic as sacrificing himself to be trapped with something so monstrous on the moon.

All for the sake of his friends no less.

Atushi nodded. "The boy may have done wrong, but he truly wanted to redeem himself and help his friends save the world. That's what those youngsters were trying to do this whole time. To get back home and save it from that monster asura."

Ezio this time didn't say anything, only remaining silent and his features twisted with frustrated as recounted everything he's learned from before and after seeing Maka's memories. Trying to come up with a reasonable explanation that can counter the insane possibility Atushi was trying to make him believe.

They could just be a bunch of kids who have schizophrenia disorders. Throughout watching Maka's memories all three of them, especially crona, were shown to have gone through a temporary phase of insanity. So maybe this kishin asura was a villain who used a mind alteration quirk on them to jumble their brains up?

But the problem with that theory was how atushi's quirk filters through any mental health issues in a targets brain, to show only the clear truth of what the target knows and has seen.

So even if Atushi tried lying, there was no way he could deceive them about the memories his quirk apportioned onto a television screen.

Memories that matched perfectly with the descriptions mirko and Hawks provided when they fought them.

It gave ezio no choice but to accept the impossible.

That somehow these three children who seemingly blinked into this city, their insanely powerful abilities and combative skills; combined with how they no knowledge about topics even babies would know...And that entire interview of maka's memories all put together created a now irrefutable conclusion.

Maka and soul truly fought a godlike entity...almost got themselves killed just to save someone they still saw as a friend.

Crona was getting ready to help maka and soul defeat this kishin by sacrificing himself...

But just as they were about to go along with the plan to save the world that book snatched them away, and took them here without any explanation.

With no knowledge that they've been sent to another dimension...yet that may not be the same case anymore.

A deep hollow pit formed inside ezio's stomach as he remembered the perturbed expressions they held when he reentered the room; along with seeing the window now wide opened.

The sun and moon he saw on the tv were radically different to their own. So taking the time to look outside would be all they needed to put the dots together.

'They must've figured out the truth.' Ezio concluded as a wave of solemnness immediately hit the seasoned detective's heart like a dagger. Ezio finally understanding why these kids were acting so scared and panicked when they first talked.

These teenagers were literally in the middle of saving their world before they got dimensionally kidnapped to this one; How could they not have a break down of some kind?

How are they going to handle this?

More importantly...what was going to happen to them?

What was he going to do with three kids who came from another universe?

"Ezio?" Atushi called out the detective who had been standing silent for a minute now.

Ezio snapped out of his deep thinking quickly however and raised his head back to meet the manga writers eyes. His expression now calm but also with a mixture of dead seriousness.

"Ōkabo you gotta tell me everything you've learned about this other earth and these kids lives; I need to know what I'm dealing with before I go forward and see what to do next." Atushi quickly nodded before ezio continued. "Afterwards mail a copy of the interview to the police station as soon as possible when you get home. I'll take care of the rest, we need to be keep this truth of this case as confidential as possible.

"But what about the HPSC?" Atushi questioned with tamed worry glinting his eyes. "If forgotten already, their poster boy got pretty ruffed up by crona; they aren't gonna let this slide so easily unless you give them a damn good reason to."

"Again, I'll take care of it. You don't need to worry about it too much, you've already done more than enough today for me and especially those kids." Ezio thanked the mangaka artist while extending his only real hand that Atushi gladly took.

"It's no problem ezio, you just go and help those kids as much as possible, alright? Those kids went out of their way to stop those robbers and saved all those people when that building collapsed; those three have the hearts of good people, heroes even. They deserve to be helped in any way possible." Atushi told the detective with a solemn gaze that met ezio's own.

"Trust me I will," ezio quietly told the mangaka writer as they shook hands. "Just go wait outside the room to tell me what you know, I'll be there in a minute."

Atushi let go of ezio's hand and nodded back. "And don't worry, I'm gonna put this to good use," Okabushi lightly patted the video camera. "I'll be making one helluva manga with this interview, though do you want a piece of recognition as a character when I make the first chapters?"

Ezio shook his head and lightly chuckled. "Nah it's okay man, I'm not glory hog. Just make sure you write a happy as hell ending, their story should at least be told with a satisfying conclusion." Ezio said towards the end with a rueful smile.

The manga writer returned ezio's smile with a bitter smirk. "You got it. I'll i put every ounce of effort into my work." Atushi then took his camera and walked outside the room and towards the hospitals hallway.

Ezio was soon to follow the manga writer but mirko quickly saw her old friend leaving and quickly ran up to him with a exigent expression.

"Hey where the hell are you going?" Mirko demanded, getting tired of everyone not telling her what was happening around here.

"I need to speak with atushi in private for a bit about what we saw. This whole case became so much more complicated than any of us ever imagined; so you'll need to keep watch over those three again till I get back." Ezio told rumi while he walked towards the rooms exit. Mirko however was not at all pleased by this, as her rabbit ears shot up in anger and her red eyes widened in outrage.

"What!? Like hell I'm gonna stand around and be some fucking guard dog agai-!"

"Mirko please...I'm asking you as a friend to just please listen to me. I'm sorry I'm doing this to you, but you gotta trust me here." Ezio calmly implored the number seven hero who kept staring at the cybernetic detective in surprise.

She'd never really seen him act so pleading with her, or with anyone for that matter. How important were these brats to suddenly make ezio act so serious all of a sudden?

Whatever the case is, mirko felt that it may be best for her to just listen to ezio and not bitch about it too much.

Thus with an annoyed growl mirko ceased her complaining and stomped out of the room to lean on the wall next to the door once more.

Ezio then walked over to the still stunned pair of cops who didn't seem to notice him until he was only a few feet away. "Furamasi, Johnson go downstairs to the cafeteria to clear your heads up, and while you're at it, bring up the best breakfast they can serve to these children as soon as possible; they could use something to eat after everything they've been through."

"Yes sir." The flamingo and elephantine cop said simultaneously in a meek tone of voice. The duo still too shocked to even bother saluting ezio as they walked out of the room.

Ezio before leaving to talk with Okabushi turned his head and glanced at the quiet teens in the room.

"I'll be back in a few minutes to discuss what we just saw, so in the meantime...I'll give you kids some time to yourselves." Ezio quietly told the two meisters and death scythe with saddened eyes, before turning back and exited the hospital room.

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Thus with the sound of the white door closing shut, signaled to the trio now being alone once again.

The room was now filled with another empty silence, being left right where they left off before the detective came in.Crona quivered where he stood while soul scratched his head uncomfortably from this tense moment. Maka meanwhile stayed where she sat without really moving much, besides occasionally fidgeting. The trio remained staring at each other in silence, trying to figure out what they should say.

Or more specifically what can be said.

But what could they speak of?

What could they say even remotely help maka, or themselves for that matter, to deal with the massive revelation that has hit them so hard?

Crona managed to calm his silent jittering, but still kept a snug grip on his right arm acting in an attempt to control his storm of worries in some shape or form. His knuckles began turning a snow white on his already palish skin, The swordsman swirled his dark colored eyes left towards where soul stood nearby. The scythe turned his head to meet crona's anxious gaze, both boys being so unsure about what they should say to maka, who remained sitting still on the bed like a statue.

Maka sat on the white quilt of the hospital bed without any idea of what to do or say. The ash blonde girl fumbling her fingers through the thick soft blanket underneath her and her green eyes remained staring at her crossed legs. The heavy lump blocking in her throat made it difficult for maka to bring herself to speak. Her mind rattled further with anxiety, fear and sorrow. She tried to collect herself as best as she could and get her soul's erratic wavelength under a more stable form. But even with all the courage maka could gather in her heart and soul, it didn't feel enough to full cease the flood of emotions inside her.

Maka turned her somber eyes towards her right hand where her mama's wedding ring rested on her finger. The very same ring spirit gave to her before he left for his mission with all the other death scythes to the moon. At first she saw this trinket as a piece of her mother giving her good luck and protection while she fought to save the world. Something meant to give her the courage and hope to overcome the kishin's madness.

But now? Now this ring only served to feed the homesick sadness that was filling her heart. Maka felt her eyes grow wet with unshed tears at the mere sight of her mother's former possession on her finger.

'Mama...' Maka thought of her dear mother in longing. Maka finding a small spark of willpower to push back her tears and remain as she was before. But now she found herself being filled with the somber thoughts of her mother. She had waited so long to see her again, being patient for two whole years since the divorce to see her once again, hoping she would someday come back to her and be reunited again.

Only to ended up going somewhere where she can never be found by her precious mother.

What if s-she'll never be able to see her again and kami will never know what happened to her daughter?

What about everyone else for that matter?

Her friends and teachers were no doubt wondering in panic about what had happened to them; Or why they haven't gotten outside of asura yet. If the battle with asura had ended with a successful retreat, they were probably scrambling to find them but would sadly fail.

Cause now she was somewhere nobody could possibly reach her.

'I want to go home...' Maka thought in homesick sorrow, as this hole in her heart only grew more vast with every minute. Desiring more than anything else than to be reunited with her friends and Shibushan teachers again.

Hell, if she searched deep enough within her heart she could find that a tiny piece of her heart was missing her father.

Despite the resentment she withheld for the man for cheating on her mother, in the end, he was still her father. Someone who while she could never forgive and see the same way again, was still the person who raised her; and who she once respected before betraying his wife's trust.

Who gave her what was now the last piece of her mother before all this had happened.

And now...he was gone.

Ironic how she always wished spirit would've just disappeared from her life forever. Wanting nothing but to wipe herself clean of the betrayal and shame he brought on her and for making mama leave.

But...but not like this.

She didn't want to just leave from his life so abruptly without any kind of warning either. She wanted to at least let tell him she was alive and well...not even he deserves to lose his daughter like that.

She didn't think it was possible but for the first time in a long, long time, maka found herself wishing spirit was here with her.

That everyone she cared for was here.

That she wasn't in some alternate earth but in death city or somewhere in their world.

But that was only desperate thinking at this point, nothing more; A a sad attempt to deny what she had been forced to accept already.

As maka remained caught up in her deep somber thoughts, crona had gathered enough courage within himself to no longer stand in silence. The pink haired swordsman shoved away the fear residing inside him, and hardened his resolve to see this through.

Even if Soul told him already it wasn't true, He still felt he was the reason for why this all happened in the first place.

Maka and soul went into asura's soul because of his foolishness, he had to take responsibility for his actions and the consequences that came from them. Thus gathering enough mental strength crona took a few steps forward till he was close to the bedside. The swordsman gulping down the fear clogging his throat and raised his saddened cerulean eyes towards maka and spoke.

"M-maka I...I'm sorry." Crona said in sad whisper. "I'm so sorry for w-what's happened...you went through so much j-just to save me from asura...from myself, a-and," Maka's eyes hidden underneath her ash blonde hair shifted towards crona's puppy eyes, softening once she saw them as soul looked at crona in sadness. "All you and soul got was being dragged with me to this place without any way to g-get back; all while everyone was still fighting to stop the kishin and w-waiting for both of you to come out. T-they could be d-d-dead r-right now and it'll be because of me, it's my-"

But before he or soul knew it a gentle finger was placed on his lips before he could continue any longer. "It's okay crona...don't blame yourself for this. Maka softly told crona. "Your not responsible in the slightest for getting sent here and I could never dare blame you for what's happened."

Crona's brows knitted into being perplexed, confused by how Maka's expression being strangely calm. "Y-you don't hate me?" Crona muttered in baffled surprise.

Maka's tilted her head to the side in confusion, her expression turning lightly puzzled. "What are you talking about? That's so silly, could never hate you crona, not in a million years."

Crona blinked and his stunned cerulean eyes kept staring at maka nervously. "But the reason why you both g-got transported to this other world was because you risked your lives to save me. you shouldn't have bothered with trying to rescue my worthless life."

Maka soon scooted herself closer to the edge of the bed where crona and soul stood. Maka firmly placing both her hands on the swordsman's thin shoulders, her eyes became stern and directed towards shaking crona's gaze. "Don't say that crona, don't you dare say such horrible things about yourself. I won't let you." Maka's grip then turned soft as did her eyes. "You are my friend crona, one of my best friends. I would've fought asura over and over just to rescue you from that terrible place, and nothing will ever change that crona." Maka softly said to her quivering friend, the boys trembles mixing in with the brief trembling in her own arms that she tried to get under control.

She couldn't appear weak, she had already fainted like a scared child in front of them already; she had to be strong or at the very least appear to be. Her friends well-beings were easily more important than her own. She had to give her weapon and crona a brave face to have comfort in this situation, and ignoring the thundering sadness and fear that was welling up within herself.

She pushed her lips to turn upwards, forming a false bright smile on her face as she began gently rubbing crona's shoulders. "So don't worry crona, everything's going to okay. We're all gonna be fine." Maka gulped down the fearful whimper that almost came down out of her mouth. "I'll admit this is way beyond what I expected to happen but we're going to find a way to fix this, I promise." The scythe meister kept the trembling threatening to emerge at bay, using every ounce of will she had left to try remain positive and not fall apart in front of her friends.

She had to be strong, for their sakes.

Crona continued to stare at maka in puzzled surprise, unable to understand why or how maka was acting so cheerful about something this serious. While Soul on the other hand grimaced at what he saw, knowing full well that smile worn by maka was certified bullshit.

He had known maka for over two years now, having lived with the ash blonde girl for just as long. As a result the the albino death scythe had gotten more than enough time to know how maka worked.

Thus soul knew straight away that Maka's sudden cheerful demeanor was nothing but a desperate act she was putting up for him and crona. Most likely so she can appear strong willed and be able to provide comfort for her friends. And while he couldn't lie and say they didn't need the emotional support...maka may need it more than they did.

The tremors in her forced smile grew more harder to repress but she managed to push away the uncertain fear; pushing forward to comfort her friends. "Getting stuck in another world is pretty terrifying but we can overcome the challenge, just like every new one that comes marching our way. So the best plan we have right now, is to find somewhere we can live and then maybe find we'll some jobs to sustain ourselves for the future. And during that time we can find every possible way to get back to our world, like finding someone with one of these 'quirks' that can replicate what BREW and the book of eibon did." Maka said through a forced smile that barely kept itself on the scythe meisters mouth.

Maka knew the chances of finding something like that to get back home was slim to none.

And maka knew even more that living here was extremely more complicated than how she made it out to be.

They had no family or friends here, nowhere they could to live in, no money or whatever the currency of this world was to even afford basic necessities, no foreigner permits to allow them to stay in the country itself or any kind of country for that matter. Heck they didn't even have any legal papers of identification or social security numbers to verify who they are.

They had nothing...absolutely nothing.

They wouldn't even count as illegal immigrants here, they were basically ghosts that never even existed in the world to begin with. To dare wave these major problems off and outright lie about how easy this was, made maka feel so sick to her stomach.

"Yeah It seems kinda far fetched but we'll find something, I'm sure of it. It may take a while to get back to our world but I believe without a doubt we'll do it." Her facial muscles were faintly shook and the lump in her throat grew worse as she forced out these words. "We've got nothing to fear guys, things are going to be A-ok." Maka's voice nearly cracked from saying this, but her forced smile still remained, as did her ability to hold in her emotional turmoil.

She could do this.

If she managed to do the impossible and stab the kishin and enter his soul, then holding out her storm of mixed emotions to comfort her friends should be nothing in comparison.

Crona and soul only continued staring in bewildered worry at the ash blonde girl's comforting assurances.

Soul however could see through Maka's smile and the false cheery attitude, she was barely managing to bottling up what she was truly feeling right now. That being no doubt shit loads of fearful uncertainty and sadness from finding out they've been taken to another world with no way to get back; all while their friends had been desperately fighting the kishin.

Anyone would be swimming in panicked terror. Hell The fear of what had happened to their friends and teachers had been haunting the young death scythe as well. But he could also see another trait stirring up, one that had always made maka stubborn to express what she was truly feeling. Always wanting to put up a brave and strong front and not look weak to those who were close to her. He understood why, he really did, but he knew this wouldn't be good for her in the long run. Maka may have been a strong and amazing person, but even someone like her had limits to what they could handle. She needed to vent out her scared frustrations or otherwise an emotional breakdown worse than the one she wouldn't let herself have, may eventually occur should he and crona do nothing.

Soul feeling it was time to address this, took a step towards maka still holding onto crona's shoulders and after releasing a short sigh directed his gaze towards his meister.

"Maka." Soul asked, watching Maka let go of crona's shoulders and turned her head to face him with that same fake as hell smile.

"Yeah soul?"

Soul's scarlet eyes were glued to Maka's forest green ones, the death scythe and his meister kept staring at each other for a few moments before the albino boy broke the silence and spoke.

"Maka look...just stop it already." Soul quietly told maka with a calm yet almost pleading tone in his voice.

Maka's head tilted slightly and her brow furrowed in confusion. "Huh? What do you mean stop? Stop what soul?"

Crona knew what soul meant, he'd seen when maka was truly fine and right now maka was not fine at all. Funny how temporarily absorbing the kishin and later being imprisoned inside his soul would make someone more aware of fear within others.

Thus crona was able to see that this cheerful attitude was nothing more than a facade the ash-blonde put on to conceal the the emotional turmoil occurring within herself. and knew more importantly that maka needed their help to cope with their circumstances. And as the person who swore to protect and fight for his best friend, he would do everything he could to help her grieve.

"You know what I'm talking about maka." Soul retorted with his tired red eyes continuing to stare at Maka's false happy green. "You can try and lie to me and crona, but I've known you for a long time now as both my meister and as my friend. Long enough to currently know that your trying to hide away your emotions and comfort us through a brave face. We appreciate what your trying to do for us, we really do, but you can't keep bottling up your true feelings like this."

Maka was left stunned, her mouth was momentarily agape by soul's immediate deduction of her true emotional state. Then again he was her demon weapon she'd been living with for two years. He'd always been there for her during her lowest points, likewise for his own, so of course soul would know something was wrong with her.

But that didn't stop a small part of maka to feel outright annoyed with her weapons perceptiveness.

"What are talking about? I'm fine, really." Maka lied right through her teeth, the scythe meister never imaging she would continually lie to one of her close friends like this. "Your worrying over nothing Soul, honestly. I won't lie I got really shaken up before when I found out; but I'm doing more than well now." Maka curved her lips into another fake smile to add more believability to her words, yet she could feel an ache in her facial muscles begin to form from faking her true feelings for so long.

Soul and crona weren't convinced in the slightest by Maka's assurances, the boys continuing to give very reluctant stares at their smiling friend. Soul however growing frustrated with his meister's stubbornness exhaled through his mouth.

"Maka you aren't fooling anybody here, it's so damn obvious your not fine that even someone as dense as blackstar would've noticed." At the mere mention of one of their friends they left to fight asura while crippled, made Maka's hands begin to lightly tremble and her heartbeat quickened. "We know your both a strong and brave as hell person maka, but even you have your limits with what you can handle; as I find it extremely hard to believe that you can get over being sent to another freakin dimension like it's nothing." Soul retorted with skepticism very evident on his face, hoping more than ever that maka would cease being so persistent on keeping on this act and let herself release her true emotions.

Unfortunately Maka's stubbornness seemed more stronger than the pianist thought as the scythe meister still kept on with her "cheerful" expression and continued waving off her weapons words.

She can't have a breakdown, not in front of her friends in such a dire situation. Even if every part of her soul wanted to just cry out all her repressed sorrows and the internal pain she was feeling.

"Soul I've told you already, I'm fine." Maka once again tried assuring her weapon, this time putting the biggest smile she could muster up. But even then, the sides of her lips shook ever so lightly; and unfortunately maka wasn't able to hide it as well as before, much to her trepidation.

This wasn't good...she couldn't keep this up for much longer.

Soul only grimaced at Maka's refusal to let herself release her emotions, yet he couldn't say he didn't fail entirely. The albino scythe could see the faint trembles in her body and around the corners of her lips, Maka's happy mask was cracking and would only take a stronger push now to finally break it.

Crona having stood quietly the entire time Soul and maka talked, finally took action, the son of medusa taking a step closer to maka then before. Maka managing to hear the sound of bare feet walking on the smooth floor turned to see crona now standing directly in front of her; his eyes remaining as somber puppy eyes like beforehand.

Maka looked at crona in confusion of getting so close to her all of a sudden. But before the ash blonde girl could ask what was wrong, crona immediately tackled her into a tight embrace. Crona resting his head on the space between her shoulder and neck while rubbing gentle circles on her back. Meanwhile maka just sat there in stunned silence in by this affectionate action given to her.

Soul stared at crona in perplexed astonishment by the swordsman's unexpected embrace towards maka But soon realized what the crona was up to with this tender action. Though he may not have known crona for that long, he did see that beneath layers of shyness and trauma; crona possessed more empathy than most people expected him to have.

During his brief residence in death city crona had proved himself to be a kindhearted person, who'd put the well-being of his friends before him. Sure this was most likely born out of the guilt for what he did before maka purified him of madness, but soul could tell this compassion was still a natural personality trait of the boy.

At least when his mind wasn't warped with madness.

Crona must've seen that her weapons attempts at reasoning with maka weren't going to be enough to drill through the stubborn wall maka put up to seal away her true feelings. That maybe a more intimate and warm approach would be necessary to to destroy the wall repressing his meisters true emotions.

"C-crona? W-what are you...?" Maka trailed off, her green forest eyes wide with stunned shock as crona simply squeezed her lithe body tighter in response. The scythe meister only being able to remain in frozen shock by this sudden hug, before she soon heard her friend speak in a gentle voice.

"It's okay maka, I know that things are r-really scary right now. I understand why your hiding your pain from us, you only want to give a shoulder for us to cry on...w-which I'm almost felt tempted to take up." Crona admitted to maka, as he continued to comfort his friend. "But I can't let myself cry while I keep seeing you hurting yourself like this, I can't handle watching my best friend crumble from the inside while pretending to be fine. It's okay to let yourself cry maka, we would never dare see you as weak for that; me and soul will always be by your side through all this no matter what happens." Crona assured his ash blonde haired friend as she quietly gasped by the swordsman's heartfelt declaration to her. The many emotions whirling inside her mind instantly froze up like ice. The storm of sorrow and anxious fear became far less intense, until it condensed and mellowed into a sealed flood of pent up sorrow and frustration.

A muffled whimper escaped from Maka's throat, one that only the swordsman could hear clearly while soul's ears faintly caught the sound. Maka's mask was beginning to crumble, the swordsman's soft words and warm hug combining as an ultimate weapon to break down the stubborn wall maka placed against her swirling emotions.

"So All we're asking you is to please let it all out. Please don't lock up your emotions anymore, this isn't healthy and it'll only harm you more in the end; You don't need to keep doing this to yourself for our sakes." Crona gently told the now trembling scythe meister, her eyes becoming misty and the ability to control her tears was waning fast. "We want to help you through this just as much as you want to help us maka. You gave me the courage to try sacrificing myself for you and our world, so in return, let me give you the same courage to help get through this together." Crona gently told maka as maka's body shook in small trembles. Crona began to feel wet droplets fall on his back where her head rested on.

It seemed his words were getting through to her, as she was on the verge of cracking the wall keeping this chaotic storm trapped in. but was still too stubborn to release it all, That is until soul intervened.

The albino scythe soon enough, slowly walked towards maka and crona until he inches away from his two friends; the pianist looking down at maka with a warm expression on his face.

"Crona's right maka, we're all here for you through this mess, feeling the same things you are. To be quite frank, I'm on the verge of falling apart from the fact that I don't know what the hell is going on back home. Or if all our friends made it out alive...and if I'll ever see them again myself." Souls voice trembled for a brief second as he said that last sentence, but continued on. "But It's like what I told crona, we as humans have something the kishin could never comprehend, that being the belief in our friends and those we care for. And that's what we need to do right now. To believe in the best for each other and that we'll make it through this no matter what happens." Soul a placed a hand on Maka's back while keeping his warm expression towards her. "We're in this together and we WILL find a way back home if it's the last thing we do." Soul declared to a stunned maka as he walked closer and eventually joined in on the group hug.

The death scythe soon added his own warmth and heartfelt care for his two friends onto this combined hug. soul out a small sharp smirk and whispered to maka's ear a single sentence. "After all its what cool friends like us do for each other."

At that moment maka's internal wall had at last crumbled away. Releasing the flood of pained emotions within as she grabbed her two friends held held them closer to her. Maka's eyes soon began to finally flood with rivers of tears as she finally let herself cry out her pent up tears.

---

For six whole minutes maka simply sobbed and released all the pain she was feeling. Violent shaking and heart-wrenching sobs were being coughed into crona and souls combined chests.

Crona's heart-rate escalated with the ache in his torso as he comforted his best friend, thin tears beginning to quietly fall from his cheeks while he cried in Maka's shoulder. He knew to some extent he was responsible for this. Soul may have told him otherwise but the former demon swordsman knew he was what triggered this series of unfortunate events. Had he not absorbed the kishin in the first place, maka wouldn't have had to force themselves to enter asura's soul to save his worthless life. And as a result BREW and the book of eibon would never have been used in the first place. In the end this was still his fault, his foolish desire to prove his existence by achieving his mothers desire to become a kishin caused all of this to happen.

'But even so I'll set things right, I promise to do everything in my power to help maka and soul get back home.' Crona declared through his tears, wanting nothing more now than to fix his mistakes and atone for all the disaster he's caused his two dear friends.

Soul meanwhile had also begun to quietly sob too, releasing his own internal baggage from this whole experience and simply let it all out. He would need to be strong for his meister and be able to protect her in this new foreign world. Which meant being the same cool demon weapon he'd always been to her since the day they met.

Maka's grip on the boys had turned tight and desperate, believing as if she would fall into an empty abyss of loneliness if she let go of either of them. Even if that didn't happen, she still wouldn't dare to let either one of them go. So much had happened to them these past two days, more than maka ever thought possible.

They were transported into whole other dimension while trying to save their world and defeat the kishin. Only to have something so insane and illogical abruptly occur at the worst possible moment imaginable.

Now they were left stranded in this other reality without any conceivable or certain way back to their own.

How could she not be terrified?

Especially since they had no idea about what happened to kid, blackstar and all their other friends and teachers, before they got kidnapped to this strange realm across space and time.

This single yet strong fear lingered on inside the scythe meister along with a list of other uncertain questions that continued to run through her brain and heart like an active storm. One that was currently releasing its repressed contents through her sobs and seeping tears as maka only hugged her friends tighter than before.

"C-crona...s-s-soul..." maka whimpered while she dug into crona's shoulder, the right top of boys gown now wet with hot tears while Maka's gown was starting to become no better, with the swordsman's own tears wetting its thin fabric surface.

"D-don't worry maka, I'm here for you, both of us are, so you don't have to be afraid anymore. Like how you wouldn't abandon me even after how far I f-fell, I'll do the same and be there for you." Crona said in a wobbly voice, rubbing her back slowly in soft circles as he comforted his crying friend.

The trio kept their group hug towards maka sitting on the bed, releasing all the pain and heartache from the fact that they were now in another world. One completely unlike their own, for who knows how long. but as their souls continued this soothing resonance towards each other and kept the courage ignited within their hearts; they knew that whatever happens they'd figure it out eventually.

After six minutes of releasing all her emotions did maka's breakdown finally end as she moved up from the combined embrace of soul and crona to shakily speak. "I-I'm sorry, I tried, I tried so d-damn hard to be strong. B-But..." she stopped to release a hiccuped breath. "But I-I'm scared...w-what are we gonna do?" Maka asked her two friends with her voice thick with fresh tears.

Soul quickly wiped away a few tears before looking back at maka with a determined expression. "It's like you said maka, we're gonna have to find a way to live here for now until we find a way back home." Soul summarized to his tearful meister.

Maka looked at her scythe with baffled eyes and shook her head violently, her medium length wheat colored hair whipping back in forth down her neck. "But it's not that simple soul! We d-don't have anything, n-not one penny in our pockets or a single document to prove we exist! How are we supposed to live here without having even that!?"

Crona's brows collected together, in gentle understanding while leftover tears remained on his face. "Your right, it's probably not gonna be anywhere near as easy, but we'll find a way to make it work maka, I know we will." Crona said softly to his uncertain friend, his voice barren of his usual stutter and instead being calm yet firm.

Maka's face then casted away from her friends faces down to the bed she sat on. Her face twisting into a distraught expression as a couple tears leaked out her eyelids, the albarn daughter's soul still infested with a cluster of doubt and fear over the future of residing in this alien earth, particularly the actual length of said residence.

"B-but even if we do f-find a way to l-live here..." maka stopped to take a shaky gasp for air. "How long a-are we going to be stuck here for? W-what if we can't f-find a way back? What if we'll n-never-?"

But before maka could finish, soul quickly raised up his hands from her back to frame her face, tilting her damping face right to have her tearful eyes meet his stern ruby colored gaze. "Don't finish that sentence maka cause you know that isn't true in the slightest; we are going to find a way back home no matter what it takes." Soul said in a gentle yet firm tone, his hands remained softly placed on her weeping face.

"H-How? Neither the book of eibon and BREW came with us to this place, s-so how are we supposed to return to our world?" Her gaze remained uncharacteristically doubtful towards her weapon, with a few tears still present on her cheeks.

Soul's expression then became tainted with minor uncertainty, but still kept his stern determination. "I don't know yet, but if we managed to cross between dimensions in the first place there's definitely gotta be a way to get back." Soul said in a more certain voice, using his thumps to wipe away his meister's tears before curling his lips into a sharp smirk. "And with the most badass meister at our side, you better believe we're going to find it eventually."

Maka was at a loss for words, being left in stunned amazement by her weapon's optimistic attitude over their dire situation, and especially at the praise he gave towards her. But eventually soul's encouraging words kept ringing through her head, till eventually the fog of doubtful fear began disappearing; allowing maka to finally see the truth in what her weapon was telling her.

He was right.

She shouldn't be letting these fearful thoughts make her think so pessimistically, this wasn't as hopeless as she was making it out to be. Sure finding a way to survive in this other earth would be challenging, but nowhere impossible. And even if it seemed that way she, crona and soul could still manage to find some way to live her until they can uncover a way to return to their reality. She'd already done the impossible before and not only survived getting nearly killed by asura, but later manage to wound the literal incarnation of madness and fear, so why wouldn't she overcome this as well?

Soon after these positive thoughts surfaced more frequently within her mind, did her grigori soul's wavelength begin stabilizing itself. The empowering courage and optimism displayed by her two friends became downright infectious to the scythe meister, began to feel her heart spark with the courageous willpower she was so famous for.

Much to crona and soul's joy a small smile started to form on Maka's lips as she wiped away her previous tears. "Y-Your right soul, I can't- I won't give up like this. Not with all our friends and teachers still waiting for us back home." Maka said with her smile broadening by the minute. "Even if we don't know where to go from here, I'm sure we'll work it all out somehow." They needed to be there for each other in this world. After all it was like soul said, they were all in this together now, so no matter what comes to divert their efforts to go back home, they'll beat it back.

True they still had absolutely no idea how to get back to their world, and they obviously couldn't rely on the sake method to get home. But even so they wouldn't give up so easily. They WILL find a way back, they just needed to work to find one. Maybe there really was a "quirk" somewhere in the world that could control dimensions or utilize teleportation in some manner.

Maybe that could act as a substitute portal to their world. It was a long shot, but it was still a start to their journey back home nonetheless.

She would do everything she could to find one, even if meant scouring through every single archive of information in Japan or the world even for some kind of lead. In the end she and her friends would find their ticket back to their universe, all they needed was time.

Maka wiped away the last remnants of her tears and looked back at her friends smile, only this one was far more real than before. "I'm sorry about how I acted before, especially when I...fainted." Maka's expression soon turned flustered as her cheeks began to blush pink. "Y-You shouldn't have seen me like that, I know our circumstances were different but it's still no excuse." Maka still couldn't believe she actually fainted of all things, it was so embarrassing for something like that to happen to the scythe meister.

She was supposed to be that courageous and strong woman everyone see's her as; but in the span of two days she was reduced to crying her eyes and passing out like a scared damsel in distress.

How pathetic...

Crona looked up at maka with an expression of gentle understanding, while leftover tears lingered on his face. "I told you it's okay, your reaction to the truth was understandable." Crona's expression then turned more courageous yet also tamed with strands of fear in his ebon eyes. "I'm still terrified of what'll happen next, and those points you brought up a minute ago have been practically swirling around in my mind."

Crona's brow becoming stitched together in this fear, but in moments soon shifted into a more firm and determined. "But it doesn't matter how afraid I am, my faith in my friends and especially in you easily outweighs that fear." Crona assured maka without a single sign of his stutter showing itself. A major sign of having every word spoken come from the bottom of his very heart.

"Crona..." maka muttered, the ash blonde meister so deeply touched by his dedication towards her and his indomitable care for his friends wellbeing. Absolutely baffled to imagine how this kind patient boy comforting him was the very same one to have committed so many sins back in their world.

"Damn man, since when did you become so good with these uplifting speeches?" Soul remarked as he quickly wiped away the remaining tears on his face before anyone could see. with Crona in response to souls compliment lightly blushed in embarrassment, not being used to such compliments by his friend.

Maka only continued to stare in astonishment at the two boys with her broad smile. Still unable to fully believe that she'd been gifted with such faithful friends who could bring her spirits back from the lowest point.

And that was supposed to be her job for crying out loud!

'Wow, I really needed to snap out of it and start acting like my good old self again.' Maka thought in self-disappointment with herself. The scythe meister making it her business to stop crying and act like the mature and courageous meister she was. Yet even with her lionhearted will maka knew she probably wouldn't be as brave without crona and soul being here. Being more than glad that she wasn't alone coming to this alternate earth. Had these two not come along with her into the book of eibon to this place, she probably would've had a far worse breakdown if that was the case.

But maka didn't want to delve into any more scary scenarios or fearful doubts any longer. All she wanted was to continue this heartwarming moment between her two best friends. Maka's lips curving further into a happy smile, she tackled her weapon into a warm and tight embrace. Soul was at first startled by his meisters affectionate actions, but after recovering from his surprise returned the hug his friend was giving him.

"Thanks soul...I-I really needed that." Maka whispered to the albino boy's ear as she hugged him tighter. "I don't know why this happened to us, but we'll find how to undo it." Maka's forest eyes soon hardened and became ignited with her indomitable spirit. "And when we return to everyone, we're gonna defeat the kishin and show that three eyed bastard the true power of human courage." Soul finally hearing his meister sound much more optimistic than before, released a sigh of relief he didn't even know he had held in this whole time.

Soul was beyond glad to hear maka was finally going back to the cool meister he always knew. Soul highly doubted though she was one hundred percent right now, as while maka was a very strong willed and brave woman; she was still human. So even she would still probably remain being shaken by this to some extent. But he knew she'd fully overcome it eventually, after all she shrugged off a mortal wound from the freakin kishin for deaths sake!

If maka could do all that without falling to asura's madness or crumbling under fear, then like hell being sent to another world would make maka fall apart and lose hope.

"Sure thing maka, I'll always have your back." Soul quietly told maka as he continued to hold onto her petite body longer.

the death scythe and his meister beginning a soothing, strengthening resonance between themselves through the bond they shared. Keeping at bay any lingering fear remainingwithin themselves, the two former spartoi students now becoming more fearless in the face of this uncertain future more than ever.

Meanwhile crona only looked on at the sight of his two friends embracing each other with a relieved smile worn on his face. The former demon swordsman so happy to see that his friends were already starting to recover from learning they've been taken to another world.

True there was still so much they were uncertain of, and so little they knew on what to do now. But even if they had this whole new world against them in their mission, he was certain they would easily beat the odds and get back to their world.

And the reason why was very simple, while it was very recent, it was quite frankly the most important lesson he'd ever learned in his life. It was the reason that led him to path of redeeming himself and why he maka and soul wouldn't give up so easily.

It's because they not only had bravery ignited within themselves, but it was because that very same courage is being fueled by something just as important. That being the united belief that they'll be able to succeed in their goal together. So long as they keep their faith for one another strong, they can accomplish anything no matter the odds.

Something that for once in his life, crona could handle doing with ease.

---

AT THE SAME TIME

Rumi couldn't believe it, she honestly couldn't comprehend what she just heard. As much as she loved her rabbit ears ability to let her hear so damn well, it came with its faults.

Like how with such sensitive hearing and being a pro hero in such loud cities would make it utterly agonizing at times. And whenever some asshole villain or more recently vigilantes, used some loud quirk or explosions, she made sure they'd regret it.

To this day those group bombers she took down a month ago were still in wheelchairs. All three of them forever regretting to trigger the number seven heroes hatred to loud noises.

That's why she had to sometimes wear special earplugs to prevent hearing loss sometimes. But even then rumi feared she will inevitably suffer from ear infections, ones that she knew would one day make her go deaf years from now.

It was fucking bullshit.

But it was still her quirk, and it was a very useful one at that, allowing her to hear everything going on mile long distances away. And with her rabbit like leg muscles, she could take down villains faster than they could even blink. It was a double edged sword to have, but one she didn't regret being born with, and thanks to training her body's physique to peak condition, it made her quirk much more worth it to have despite its flaws.

Yet right now those very same ears caught on to something very...emotional.

She didn't want to eavesdrop on a bunch of teenage vigilantes she was guarding outside like some damn bodyguard. But the super hearing from her rabbit ears made it hard for her not to listen in on the emotional maelstrom going on in the vigilantes room.

She couldn't hear all of it, that be due to how her ears were still fucked up from that shark mouthed brat from last night. But even so, she could still hear the crying and some of the heartfelt words being spoken in their room.

And needless to to say it only made things so much more complicated than she could ever imagine.

Rumi stood nearby the door to the trio's room, the number seven hero contemplated her view on these kids and what the hell to make of them. On one hand these kids seemed almost batshit insane, talking nothing but fantastical nonsense along with apparently knowing nothing about quirks. Something she found to be another ridiculous delusion they were caught in. Seriously who the hell didn't know what quirks were? The only ones who didn't know about quirks was either living under a rock or goddamn crazy. The latter of which she had been assuming these kids were, and why wouldn't she think they were nuts?

Like how that girl kept talking about their home in death city, the stupidest name she'd ever heard a city being called, and how their school was run by the grim fucking reaper! And don't even get her started on that bullshit about their friends being on the freaking moon!

Yet as much as she wanted to conclude them to be kids in need of some serious mental help...her instincts kept telling her otherwise.

Like where did they learn to control their quirks so damn well? And how did learn to fight someone like her and Hawks on a somewhat even level? To be able to keep up at her pace and give her one helluva challenge wasn't an easy feat. She and those other two obviously trained to fight that good but where? They had no knowledge of quirks yet they mentioned that coming from that "shibushan" academy. Was that where they learned to use their powers so well?

But it didn't even exist, nothing came up on the internet so that had to be a lie; Or at the very least that interview was supposed to prove that it was or wasn't a lie. But all that did was leave ezio and those two mooks looking like they saw a bunch of fucking ghosts come out of the tv.

What the hell did those guys watch? What exactly could've been inside that girls head to make a veteran detective like ezio afterwards white as a sheet from seeing that memory interview.

It didn't make any goddamn sense.

And worse of all, no one was giving her any goddamn answers of what was currently happening. All that ezio told her was that this case was getting "more complicated" and then assigned her to stand here and guard these three kids in their room.

But rumi wasn't stupid or some total muscled brute as some deemed her to be, she knew for certain that these kids were WAY more than she thought.

She still refused to believe that bullshit about the moon and lord death, not until she somehow sees the proof for it, but she was beginning to suspect these kids were involved in something big.

So that begged the question of who these kids REALLY were.

Brainwashed soldiers for some freaky villain?

A bunch of brats on the run from some shady criminal organization they messed with?

Vigilantes going around the globe to enact their own form of justice?

American spies sent to infiltrate Japan and their hero society?

Or perhaps the more likely theory that these vigilantes were just a bunch of scared kids who didn't know how they ended up here and just wanted to go back home. Who only got involved in stopping those robbers because they wanted to do the right thing and help stop the bad guys from getting away. Even going out of there way to fix their mess and save everyone caught in it, even if it meant getting caught.

Rumi widened her eyes and stopped her thoughts in her tracks, the rabbit hero taking a minute to rehear what she just said in her head. But why on earth would she think that? Since when did she start so easily sympathizing for a bunch of looney vigilantes? Sure that little moment they had with each other was truly something else, but she couldn't just fully take their side because of a little sobbing session. Yet maybe it had to do the fact she felt something...familiar, as memories from a long gone era in her life came flashing back.

An era where things weren't so black and white as they were now. Where vigilantism became a more frequent occurrence due to the symbol of peace only just starting his career as a pro hero.

Where people with quirks just wanted to do the right thing and not sit in the sidelines doing nothing.

She was one of them at some point in her life.

A young teen who didn't give a damn for the consequences of breaking the law and just wanted to kick some villain ass.

Rumi tightened her right hand into a fist while pinching the bridge of her nose with her left one. Now wishing she could just punch something to vent her pent up frustration. 'Since when did my life get so fucking confusing...' rumi pondered in exasperation at the crazy bullshit she got caught up into. Wishing more than anything she could just go back to the simple routine of running around the city and beating the crap out of any villain around.

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CENTRAL HOSPITAL SECOND FLOOR

"Sorry it took me so long to reach you, I was preoccupied talking to the detective you assigned here." Hawks apologized to the person he was talking to on his phone. The number three hero sitting on the left side of a bed in his and mirko's hospital room while writing his release forms.

"It's alright Hawks, you were injured pretty badly so it's understandable why this call came late." The voice of a middle aged woman spoke on the other end.

Hawks sighed as he wrote the paperwork. "Ma'am it wasn't as bad as you think, all I got was a couple cuts here and there nothing more, nothing less."

"Really? Because from what my sources are telling me not only did you require stitches, but your wings feathers were all used up fighting on of the vigilantes. So tell me, does that sound like a couple of cuts here and there?" The woman sarcastically questioned the number three hero, who silently cursed at the numerous resources this woman had at the disposal.

"I've dealt with worse than that ma'am and besides my wings will grow back into two days so I won't be out of commission for a while." Hawks assured his boss, hoping that she'd finally lay off his back over this topic and move on already.

"If you say so Hawks, but I don't think either of us can brush off the vigilante who managed to do this to you in the first place; nor those other two for that matter." The woman answered back as Hawks's eyes hardened into a grimace and the hold on his pen turned into a vice grip.

"Trust me I know." Hawks replied his voice turned into a more serious tone.

"Good, those children have caused a lot of trouble in such a short amount of time. You'd be surprised how hard it was to suppress all the videos and news reports being made on this incident." The HPSC president said in an almost tired tone of voice, clearly expressing the effort that was put by her and her coworkers to cover up the events of last night.

"The people aren't gonna be too complacent about what happened in shigyama street being swept under the rug like that." Hawks retorted with a raised eyebrow unconvinced that there wouldn't be tabloids demanding for answers.

"Don't worry, we've fed those vultures in the media minor positive footage of those vigilantes. Hopefully it'll withdraw any remaining bad publicity and get things back to normal." The woman casually replied without much worry within her tone, already seeing that particular matter resolved.

"Well if that's taken care of we should start figuring out what to do with those three Americans upstairs." Hawks recommended to his head superior.

The older woman made a small sound of agreement "Indeed, normally vigilantes wouldn't be too much concern, but the camera footage I and the rest of the board saw; has made us simultaneously concerned...and greatly fascinated." The woman said with an impressed tone in her voice towards the end.

Hawks narrowed his eyes knowing full well what kind of footage she and the rest of the HPSC saw. That being through the numerous miniature cameras that were planted within the feathers of his wings. The camera's being only used for the HSPC to observe and gain intel any situation or major operations he was involved in. Those very mini camera's being on his wings the night when he and mirko fought maka, crona and soul; giving the HPSC a clear view of what happened than any news networks in Japan.

"Yeah I figured you would say that," Hawks said while moving on to write the second release form sheet. "Did you manage to find anything else on them?"

The woman gave out a disappointed sigh on the other line. "Unfortunately what we found was no better than what the American/Japanese embassies uncovered, which was basically nothing." The woman spat out in dissatisfaction of what she could dig up or lack thereof. "There's not a single piece of information on these three children nor the...information they provided. We couldn't even dig up anything on the quirk registries in both countries; It's almost like they just popped into existence yesterday."

Hawks scratched the back of his head and shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe they did."

"Hawks I am not in the mood to play these kinds of games, especially with such an important topic like this." The head of the HPSC rebuked in annoyance of hawk's joking antics. "Besides vigilantes who can use their quirks with such skill can't just appear from nowhere. Trust me when I say we intend to find out who these children are, and that's where you come in Hawks."

Hawks's expression once again turned serious. "So what is it you want me to do exactly?" Hawks questioned.

"It's quite simple, we're going to need you to have them be under your watch and by extension ours." The old vixen ordered the winged man, who raised a bewildered eyebrow at such a request.

"And how's that going to work out?" Hawks asked curiously.

"It's like I said there's nothing we could find on maka, soul and crona. They basically have no identification whatsoever, that includes not having any birth certificates or passports. Thus they're stuck in the country; and with no luck finding their families they don't have any legal guardians." The woman explained in detail to her organizations sponsored hero.

"Making them orphans that'll probably end up in foster care." Hawks presumed by what his boss was telling him.

"Exactly Hawks."

"So what are trying to say? Do you want me to adopt them?" Hawks asked with incredulity beginning to form on his face and appear in his voice.

"No...At least not for now." The woman quickly clarified. "Just confirm if they are going to end up in the foster care system. And if they do, we'll pull a few strings on our end to make sure they get a decent guardian in Fukuoka city. Giving us the perfect opportunity to keep them under our direct supervision to study their behavior and more importantly their full capabilities." The HPSC president replied, highly suspecting that what she saw these children, particularly crona, displayed last night wasn't the full extent of their quirks powers.

Hawks nodded to the orders given to him, completely understanding the reason for the precautions and plans laid out by the HPSC. They may be kids but he and his superiors saw what they were capable of, they were simply too dangerous to be left unchecked.

"Alright ma'am, I'll get right to it." Hawks told the older woman. "Though I gotta ask, what you plan on doing next after you gain enough intel on them?"

The other line went silent for a couple moments before she answered him back. "We'll assess their potential and if the results are promising; we'll try to recruit them into the HSPC's specialized hero program." The HPSC president told Hawks who grew more astonished by what he was hearing. "Those children showed true heroism in the face of danger when that building collapsed. Maka, soul and even crona saved lives and did it with upmost proficiency despite some hiccups occurring. I believe with our resources we can train them to be some of the best pro heroes society has seen in years."

Hawks mouth was momentarily agape before closing soon after. The number three hero not expecting the head of the HPSC to be so impressed by these teens to the point of wanting to recruit them. Then again if they were able to contend with the likes of him and mirko then there was no doubt they could be great heroes in later years.

Except...there was one thing however that still concerned him.

"What about that boy crona? I'm pretty sure out of all three of them you saw the most footage on him, and particularly his...unwell mental state." Hawks grimaced as already he can see the HPSC being afraid the pink haired teen would be a threat rather than a asset.

"I won't lie that one greatly worries me, especially since he has enough power to overpower someone like you." The HPSC president admitted. "But that just further proves why we need to do this. Once we get a psychological evaluation on him we'll set up protocols and procedures to keep him stable as possible. It be a shame to see such a promising young man be ruined by his psychological flaws."

Hawks agreed with his bosses decision, the boy seemed like a good kid and if he and his friends take up the HPSC's offer they may provide the help crona needs to overcome his mental illness.

"But they're still a bunch of kids who are scared and don't know what's happening ma'am. Even if they have potential I don't think they'll accept your offer so easily, nor so soon." Hawks countered in minor doubt of this all going perfectly smooth.

"Your not wrong. We can't force them to join us. And strong arming them would be a terrible idea, considering the distressed states you've told me their in. But perhaps with their less than ideal situation weighing them down, they'll want to take the opportunity we're presenting them." The old woman said to the skeptical number three heroes, believing even if they don't join the HPSC, so long as they become heroes society will greatly benefit from these teenagers.

"Okay I'll see what we can work with, and perhaps find out what ezio learned about those kids from the special interview their conducting." Hawks told his superior who seemed to be taking note of what he just said.

"Excellent, if that's all I won't take up anymore of your time Hawks, I hope you make a speedy recovery and learn anything else about Maka, crona and soul." The old vixen told the fierce winged hero on the other line. "This is a grand opportunity to further reinforce the era of peace we have, and I do not want to let it slide."

"Understood." Hawks said before the HPSC president shortly hung up. Hawks put his phone away and continued to sign his release forms for tomorrow morning.

The number three hero couldn't help but think of all the commotion maka, crona and soul have caused in a single day; but knew it probably be wiped clean by the HPSC due to their newfound interest in the trio.

"Things are gonna get real interesting around here." Hawks muttered to himself while continuing to wonder what to expect in the future from these foreigners. He didn't know why, but hawks had a good feeling that whatever came from these vigilantes would be very exciting to see.

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AUTHORS NOTE

HELLO MY FELLOW READERS! WELCOME TO THE FOURTH CHAPTER OF SOULBOUND HEROES! I truly hope your enjoying this story and the emotional parts that occurred in this chapter with maka, soul thanks to crona finally figuring out they've been sent to another world. And the next one shall address what'll happen next for them and where they'll be going, though I wonder if some of you can figure out some of the things I've planned out in this chapter.

But I would like to notify all readers that chapters 1-2 have been heavily edited and fixed of all grammar and overall flaws such as the characters acting like idiots at times and there being poor reasons for some of the situations that occurred. Thus i highly recommend you reread the first two chapters to see what you think of the changes and improvements I've made.

Yes my first true OC in this fanfic is indeed based off the author of soul eater atsushi Ōkabo, not only because he's one of my favorite manga writers; but because i thought out of respect to make him apart of this story, by being a character who helps to reveal that the characters made by his real life counterpart are in another world.

While Atushi won't be appearing very often in this story, he will return for a few chapters far later in the story.

And as you can see, it would appear that maka, soul and crona have attracted the impressed attention of the HPSC's president and Hawks. Now before you say anything, I assure you I have no intention of making the HPSC be deemed as this wholly evil, corrupt organization our protagonists will have to contend with.

No, i plan to instead write the HPSC to be more realistic and make them a neutrally antagonistic component in this story; who only wants to keep the peaceful order society has achieved but won't be afraid to do some shady activities to do so. Like how I no doubt believe the HPSC covered up endeavor's abusive history with his family and what happened to his...son.(if your a manga reader you'll know what I really mean.) after all can you imagine the chaos that'll occur if the number two heroes dark past ever got out? But for now the HPSC will be keeping a close eye on maka, soul and crona and intend to see if they meet their expectations for their plans later on.

But of course things aren't gonna be as smoothly planned as they think they will...

For Maka's breakdown, some of you may think her passing out from finding out the truth may have been a bit exaggerated and almost out of character. But let me ask you this. If you found out you were abruptly taken to another world with no explanation; all while your loved ones were in mortal danger, wouldn't you react the same way? But maka bottling up her emotions and trying to be strong for her friends was something she'd no doubt do, due to maka putting others before herself. Thankfully Crona and soul were able to help her release all that emotional baggage like themselves and accept what's happened.

Unfortunately before I move on i have to address something I've been noticing in reviews, that being how not many reviewers really talk about what happens in the chapters. DON'T TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY! I DONT MEAN TO SOUND UNGRATEFUL, I LOVE THE ENCOURAGING REVIEWS YOUR GIVING ME! Every review I get that comments how they like this story warms my heart to know you guys love what I'm writing. All I'm asking is that you also try to comment on what you think about the content in my chapters. Those kind of reviews I get are extremely helpful to not only improving my writing; but also allows me to see what flaws there are in my story to either improve or fix and learn what you want to see in future chapters.

Other than that I'm very satisfied with the positive reception I've been receiving with my first story, as not only have I not been attacked by any flamers; but it has gotten more reviews, follows and favorites than most new stories would usually receive. So from the bottom of my heart thank you so much for liking this story and I promise to work hard to get out the content you are enjoying in this fanfic.

Now with that out of the way it's time to respond to the latest batch of last chapters reviews!

EXODIA98:Yep indeed and I hoped you've enjoyed the update

YELLOWPIKMIN88:well the answer to crona's knowledge of their dimensional displacement is pretty answered in this chapter and I'm glad you think that way of my story thank you so much!

Also about returning to their friends and families...can't spoil anything but...We'll cross that bridge eventually...hopefully.

PHANTOM THIEF OF HEARTS: I got to say thank you SO MUCH for your constructive criticism, you have no idea how helpful it was to me. I'll admit your review made me feel like an idiot for not realizing the major character and plot flaws in my first two chapters, but don't worry, I have fixed these flaws and made the parts you've criticized to be much better than before.

Honestly I can't believe I didn't realize how I made those blatant mistakes...

Thanks to you though, I've edited out those parts and rewrote them with hopefully much better writing so I highly recommend you reread them to see what you think of them now.

But about what you thought on the pairings, it's made me...think about some things. I'll discuss them later on but for now i may have opened up to some possible changes in the story.

I am glad to know my story was interesting enough for you to read the whole thing when you intended to just read the first chapter, thanks a lot man!

ALEXIS:Je suis heureux que vous pensez de cette façon sur mon histoire et j'espère que vous apprécierez ce chapitre. Aussi oui, j'ai fait en sorte de garder le lien étroit maka et l'âme ont ou autrement je serais probablement en faire OOC qui est quelque chose que je vais éviter à tout prix. Et je suis content que vous aimez les navires que j'ai fait, mais j'ai peut-être l'intention de faire quelque chose de plus... naturel à l'esprit, mais pour l'instant merci pour le compliment.Aussi, je suis heureux de vous entendre profiter ragnarok Dans le l'histoire et croyez-moi, j'ai l'intention de faire un peu plus de développement de caractère entre lui et son meister.

English version: I'm glad you think of my story this way and hope you enjoy this chapter. Also yes, I made sure to keep the maka and soul connection tight or otherwise I would probably make it OOC which is something I will avoid at all costs. And I'm glad you like the ships I made, but maybe I intend to do something more ... natural in mind, but for now thanks for the compliment. Also, I'm glad to hear you enjoy ragnarok in the story and trust me, I plan to do some more character development between him and his meister.

MAIBILARO: here's the newest update.

KING KIND:Ummmm...thanks I guess?

GUEST: Thanks for compliment man!

HATCH TO NOWHERE: Oh yeah, maka is definitely gonna get stronger while she's in the BNHA world, and i wouldn't say maka is as weak without soul but she still does suffer from needing him to properly fight. After all when crona temporarily took away her and blackstar's ability to wield their weapons with his thorns venom, maka couldn't really do anything expect dodge and watch blackstar fight him; until spirit came to be her weapon to take down crona. And as you can see my hero academia isn't structured to fit that kind of 24/7 duo combat style, especially against the villains coming eventually.

But don't you dare accuse our precious eri of becoming evil.

Yes a lot of development for soul and maka will be made once they head to U.A and crona will probably learn to heal but don't expect it to be an easy process.

And as for maka learning soul menace...once again I can't spoil anything but your suggestion has greatly interested me and I might be very tempted to do it in the story.

Finally for the horror's of crona's poetry, trust me I got so many hilarious plans set up for that, once we reach that part of the story.

GUEST 3:you'll just stick around and see.

GUEST 4:can't really answer that due to spoilers.

GUEST 5:again, can't really answer that without spoiling the story, but I can agree being in BNHA will give crona a new start and a way better alternative than being trapped in the mad blood sealed moon.

RANDOM ANON: well that's the thing, they have seen it it's just that with all the commotion going on they haven't gotten the time to truly see it nor put more thought to the difference. Though if i were to make a guess I'd say soul eater takes place in the late 2000's.

GUEST 6: Yeah maka, soul and crona are easily more powerful than most students in U.A at least for now. Though I will say, once they train hard enough some of them can be a challenge for them. With todoroki, bakugo and izuku being the only ones both in this story and in canon having the best chances out of class-1A of beating them.

But even that might not be enough.

Hell not even most of the top ten pro heroes could beat maka, soul and crona, the only ones who could stand the most chances are allmight and endeavor.

With the only real villains that could be a big threat to our heroes being either upper to high end nomu or AFO.

And that's due to MHA being a more realistic anime universe compared to soul eater, who's power scaling borders on marvel comics level of power such as Thor and hulk.

Thanks for the positive feedback and the criticism I got in the last chapter and that this latest one will be very enjoyable. And I hope the reviews will finally start popping up more frequently like the first chapter. Plus my birthdays coming up so I decided to speed things up and present you this chapter earlier than expected.

Though I have to ask if you guys want me to keep the ships or if you want me to do a more natural type of romance and later decide who I really want to be together be played out as the story progresses.

But anyway sorry for the long authors not and please favorite/follow and especially review. Feel free to suggest anymore ideas or comment/critique any flaws in this chapter. That is as long as there's no haters/flames otherwise it will be fine.

Next time: with the truth now uncovered maka, soul and crona wonder what they'll do now they are stranded in another world. But thankfully ezio and someone else may be their to help adjust to their unique circumstances.

I'll see you all in chapter 5.

Shados960 out!