AN: This one is dripping with manga spoilers and it isn't very longer either but I hope you enjoy!

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"You're too freakin' heavy!"

"How dare you! I just broke up with my boyfriend can you blame me?"

"Quiet you two," Yumi Azusa pushed up her glasses and glared at Marie and Spirit.

The scythe held the hammer in his right hand. They were tired of training and feeling rather out of breath.

"Lord Death asked us to train together not to argue. Now that we have so many death scythes and they're mostly in one place for a bit, it'd be best to do it now right? Such good weapons shouldn't be wasted and multiple people should be able to wield them after all," she said.

"She's right," agreed a masked man from across the room. Now, usually a masked man implies some sort of dark mysterious character in a subtle eye mask. In this case, it was a grown man in a giant teddy bear mascot head. Tezca Tlipoca, the Demon Mirror. Outside the DWMA on a peaceful weekend stood Marie Mjonir, Spirit Albarn, Tezca Tlipoca, and Yumi Azusa. Three of the other scythes were busy doing their business in their parts of the world.

Spirit straightened up. "Yeah I suppose it's pretty important. I'm just not used to being a Meister. Why would Lord Death ask this of us if we're all weapons? Pretty strenuous if you ask me."

"You're just lazy," said Azusa.

Marie returned to her human form. "I guess since we have a new scythe joining us today, we might as well make a good impression."

"Actually I don't know much about this guy. What's he like anyway?" Tezca wondered aloud.

Azusa and Marie looked at Spirit since he worked at the branch with Death.

"His name is Justin Law," said the scythe. "Very interesting case. He was able to become a death scythe without even using a Meister."

"Wha?" Marie's jaw dropped. "You mean he did it all by himself?"

"What kind of weapon is he?" Azusa asked.

"I think he's a guillotine or something," answered Spirit.

The three other weapons looked at each other. Interesting.

"One more thing," smirked Spirit "Justin's only thirteen years old."

With that, a figure had finished climbing the many steps to the DWMA and now stood in front of them. The boy was blond and wore a gown-like outfit. Two earphones that resembled Death's mask where plugged in his ears. The scythes could hear the music blaring out of it.

"Ah," Spirit smiled lightly "Welcome, Justin."

The boy's serious glance turned to a bright smile. "Oh thank our mighty and gracious Lord that we could all be his beautiful unworthy weapons!"

"Yeah, he does that," sighed Spirit.

Justin Law stood and smiled at the other scythes. Marie returned the smile and walked up to him first.

"Hi Justin. I'm Marie Mjonir. It's very exciting to be working with a talented weapon such as yourself." She said with an extended hand and a reassuring glance.

He took her hand happily.

"Yes," Azusa also extended her hand "I think we're all very happy to have you on board."

He took hers as well and shook it with an excited smile.

Tezca walked up as well and shook his hand. "You seem like a bright young boy Justin. I think we'll get along very well. Would you like to show us what you've got?"

Justin didn't respond, he continued to stare at Tezca.

"Uh. Justin?" The man in the mask asked again.

Spirit then whacked the young boy on the back, out flew his earphones.

"Sorry sir," Justin picked up his earphones from the ground "I can read lips but with your bear head I can't see anything your saying."

Tezca chuckled. "I said, why don't you show us what you've got?"

The others looked at Justin who gulped.

"Hey, don't be nervous." Marie smiled. "This isn't a test or anything, you're one of us now."

"We're interested to see your talent. You are the youngest scythe after all," said Azusa.

Tezca leaned down to the boy. "We're your friends Justin, this is your time to shine. Don't worry about a thing."

Justin ran forward to begin his training.

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That was long ago. Since then, so much has changed. We've all changed. Could memories be shattered like mirrors or skulls? I ask you because you tried to forget them through these very things. Or had you already forgotten? How could we ever forgive the unforgivable? You were gone long before you died.

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"Marie,' sighed Spirit "You're still too heavy for me."

"I'm freaking pregnant what do you expect?" Marie growled. "Besides I thought you would

be at least a little stronger after fighting a Kishin like Asura."

"Excuse me but I've gotten older!" Spirit frowned "

"Quiet you two," Yumi Azusa crossed her arms.

Spirit let out a breath. "I guess I wouldn't expect Kid to be too different from Lord Death."

"Can you blame him?"Tezca said from the small mirror that sat on a table outside. His form had changed a little since his last encounter at greeting and training a new scythe.

It was Marie, Spirit, Yumi and Tezca again. This time it was for more reasons than that the others just couldn't make it. Eight death scythes. Then nine. Then eight. Now seven.

"As you know we have a new scythe joining us today," Spirit said with a smirk. "The Last Death Scythe."

"I bet your proud of his Meister huh?" Marie grinned.

With a stuffy nose, Spirit nodded. "Uh-huh."

"Me too," said the hammer with a sigh.

"He'll be a good scythe, there's no denying that." Azusa said.

"He may be a little immature." Tezca chuckled.

Marie shrugged. "After teaching him you learn that, even though he's immature, he has a good head on his shoulders. He's a reasonable kid. He'll go far."

Footsteps got louder from the steps. The Death scythes looked towards them. Soul Eater Evans arrived at the top of the stairs to the DWMA.

"Hey," he said with a smirk "I'm ready to begin."