Chapter 8

By Yoru-101

Maka couldn't believe it.

Sweet, gentle Toki, the girl who cried when they first met, a morning star? The brutal of brutality? Maka had had a theory that a weapon should be determined of personality, not the opposite. This was completely wrong.

Maka sighed, 'oh well' she thought, 'nothing we can do about this now.'

Maka set herself forward to prepare for her next task, waking up the sleeping torture instrument.

"Toki?" she said gently, knocking on her hilt.

"Toki you did it. Wake up."

Maka turned and looked at Soul expectantly. Her emerald eyes met his ruby ones, and he flushed slightly under the heavy stare.

"Pick her up so we can bring her to the bench, please."

Soul nodded rather swiftly.

Maka stood, and proceeded towards the bench ahead of him. She then heard a small grunt, followed by her name.

"Maka.." she heard Soul say.

"Yeah?" she said, glancing over her shoulder in response, she didn't look at him.

"I…

…I can't pick her up." He said.

Maka stopped, and turned around.

"What do you mean you ca-"

"She's too heavy" Soul interrupted, both hands on Toki's hilt and pulling dramatically. Maka snorted.

"Come off it Soul, don't be so lazy."

"I'm serious! She weighs a freakin' ton!"

Black Star laughed heartily and puffed his chest.

"Step aside, Soul. Looks like this is the job for me, the strongest man in all of Shibusen. The one who will surpass God, ME! Black*Star!"

He laughed again, wearing his ego on his sleeve. Soul rolled his eyes and backed up to make room for the pompous idiot.

Black Star stood beside Toki and swiftly grabbed her hilt with one hand.

Soul snorted, "Show off," he muttered under his breath.

Black Star pulled,and pulled, and pulled, but Toki wouldn't budge.

He tried both hands, but she still remained in the same position as she was when she transformed. Not even a chain link moved. Black Star then tried with all the strength he could muster, teeth clenched tight and sweat pouring off him like rivers, but Toki was just too heavy. She didn't even budge.

He panted heavily.

"I give up." He wheezed, exhausted, "Lets just leave her there…"

he collapsed on the ground. Tsubaki ran over to him, shaking her head, as everyone else just laughed nervously.

What kind of monster of a meister could have turned Toki into a death scythe, if Black*Star or Soul couldn't even pick her up? They were almost glad not to know.

Toki must have been a formidable weapon before she lost her memories.

They were all secretly glad they knew her as she was now.

A/N

AAANNNNND THAT'S ALL FOLKS.

Hope you enjoyed these three chapters.

So, you all know what Toki is now. Great. But I'm curious as to hear your thoughts on what's going on.

I won't give away anything, but I might drop a hint, if you're lucky. (It's not an excuse to make you review-cough-)

The Morning Star happens to be my favourite weapon. Can you tell? 3

Anyways, sorry for the shortness of these latest chapters, but I wanted to split them into three.

For cliffhanger's sake. I'm a sucker for it.

Happy Holidays everyone! And a Happy New Year.

BRING ON 2011.

Yoru-11