Chapter 3 is finally finished and I to thank you'll who left a fav or followed my story. I would also like to thank RedHerring1412 for reviewing my fic

RedHerring1412: Ah, interesting story you got going here. I can't wait to see where it will go next. Though I can't help but wonder just how Lelouch would get along with Excalibur. Then again, it could be that Lelouch is the one person that Excalibur won't act maddeningly to. (Since I can't see Lelouch agreeing to anyone's demands.) After all, it almost sounds like a soul resonance happened last chapter and for Excalibur, that has to be a first. It has always been used, but to have someone with enough rage to resonate? That is a worthy king for his legacy. (Plus, annoying everyone but Lelouch is another way to be quite the annoyance.)

The alerted scythe meister rushed through the dark, vacant alleyway, leaving behind only trails of minor debris and dust.

She jumped over a few piles of old boxes. Filled with empty alcohol bottles. Then landed in a muddy puddle and slid out the narrow passageway before reaching her final destination.

With the street lights flickering constantly, accompanied only by the silence of midnight, what she found something totally unexpected. Instead of what she and her partner pictured as a powerful student or teacher at the DWMA, instead there lie an unconscious teen with many cuts and bruises, covered in blood. A pre kishin's soul lay right behind him.

"Maka, are you sure there was only one other soul other than the kishin's?" Soul questioned his meister's soul sensing ability, because to him, there was no way someone so delicate looking could have taken down such a dangerous foe, let alone without even a weapon.

"Of course I'm sure of it, Soul!" Maka snapped back, annoyed. But deep down even she had to question her abilities, because she obviously had not seen this person in school so he couldn't be a student, and to add to that how could a normal person kill a pre kishin with nothing but his bare hands? Maybe Soul was right, and there was another soul she had failed to sense. This led the young meister to be quite self conscious of her own capacity as a meister.

"There's no time to worry about my powers now Soul! Right now we have to focus on helping out the injured, and reporting whatever happened here to Lord Death." She quickly shook off her worries for a later time, because she now had to focus on the situation at hand.

With that, she hurried over to the the injured adolescent's side. First she carefully checked the him for any serious wounds, knowing it would've been a really bad idea if they carried him the wrong way, lest cause extra damage. After a while, what she found surprised her profoundly brought up more unwanted questions than needed; she gingerly lifted him a little, finding minor cuts but what caught her utmost attention was a leg wound and a heavily bleeding head wound. The head wound for obvious reasons, but the way the right leg was damaged looked like it came from a gunshot rather than any blade-inflicted injury.

"Looks like theres more to this than I thought..." Maka was convinced, concern ringed through in her voice.

"Kid couldn't have done this" Soul insisted, trusting their shinigami friend, because he wasn't the type that would go around shooting at random civilians.

"Liz and Patty couldn't have, either; since they've been with Kid they haven't hurt anyone at all." The scythe meister thought. She then got out a pocket mirror from her black trench coat, and wrote in the number to contact Lord Death. Before the mirror actually connected to the headmaster of school, Maka told Soul to carry the still unresponsive teen.

"HELLOOOOO! MAKA! How ya doin'?" An energetic Lord Death called from the other side of the mirror.

" MAKAAAAAAAAAAA! YOUR PAPA MISSES YOU SO MUCHHHHHHHH!" Another voice came from her pocket mirror. It made her cringe slightly just from hearing it; and as always what would happened next, would be her idiot father hogging the contact screen, and receiving a damned well-deserving Reaper Chop to his incredibly thick head. Not that Maka had anything to say about of course.

"Reaper CHOP!" The headmaster slammed his enormous, flat hands into Spirit's layered skull, creating an unnatural dent in his head and sending cries of pain throughout the death room, prompting Spirit to slink off and crouch in the back of the room, wondering why his daughter doesn't approve of him.

"Sorry about that, kiddo! So how's the mission goin'?" Lord Death finally got back to the connection screen.

"Yes, about that...There seems to be something strange going on, Lord Death," Maka reported.

"Hmm; ...What kind of things, Maka?" He said in a more serious tone, now putting away his more friendly demeanor.

"When Soul and I were tracking down the pre kishin today, I sensed another soul with it, and then in a few minutes the pre kishin's soul disappeared. At first, we thought whoever had killed it must have been a student or a professor at the school, but when we got there, we just found an unconscious civilian." The DWMA student told the death god; showing him the unconscious lad.

"Yes, that does seem odd..." The headmaster agreed, listening patiently on for what other important information his students may give.

"But that isn't even the strangest part," Maka continued. "When I checked him for any severe injuries, I found a gunshot wound."

"A gunshot wound?!" Lord Death seemed just as surprised and puzzled as the duo when they had discovered it before."Hmmmm….This is more serious than I thought." The grim reaper stated. Like everyone else, he knew that his son was the only gun wielding meister. Thinking about this now made him put one of his hands at the bottom of his skull in a 'thinking pose'.The duo paced on, Soul still carrying the minor and Maka waiting for their headmaster's word on what to make of the subject. "Maka. Soul." He finally said, calmly.

"Yes" The two said in unison, giving him their full attention.

"Take him to the school's infirmary. Once he recovers I will address him directly. Also I want you two to produce a detailed report on what happened this night, and make sure to keep this from any other students, especially my son. I'll personally have someone investigate this, myself," The headmaster concluded.

The next day

Maka and her partner, Soul, sat in their large classroom, absorbing whatever lesson, Stein had been teaching for the past hour. The mad scientist had gone back to his repeated dissection lessons again; it was as if the 3 way soul resonances or the daily training sessions to defeat Arachnophobia had never happened. In a way, it was a sign that everything was going back to normal since the incident, but some students still seemed to miss those days. Now if only something exciting would happen.

Soul sighed in boredom.