Note: this means the villain's thoughts.
"this"means when he's talking.
CHAPTER TWO: A NORMAL DAY: KID'S SEXUALITY?
The Death Weapon Meister Academy. An academy located in Death City of Nevada where Meisters and Weapons attend. The school is run by Lord Death, the Grim Reaper himself, as a training facility for human wielders of those weapons, the Meisters. Originally, it was opened to prevent the rebirth of the Kishin, but with that purpose served, the Academy is now used to prevent Pre-Kishins from becoming full Kishins. Now as Meisters vary from different abilities, egos are certain to bump with another-
"I AM BLACK*STARRRRRRRRRRRR!"
- like this guy, who was currently standing on a table, ignoring the glare of whoever's lunch he stood in as he bragged to his audience...who just continued on as though nothing was happening. But did that stop Black*Star? Hell no.
"Does anyone out there think they can beat me? The great, powerful and pleasurable-" the girls he winked at walked off in disgust. "-man who will surpass God...BLACK*"-"
"MAKA-CHOP!"
Maka blew the smoke off her book and continued eating her lunch, leaving Black*Star to bleed on the table. Beside her, Crona held his ears to himself. Two months after the Kishin was defeated and he still didn't know how to deal with Black*Star's loud voice...it just made his ears hurt.
"Hey, wuss! You gonna eat that or not!"
Crona looked up to see his weapon Ragnarok looking annoyed. He quickly ate his sandwich before the small demon could. Mistake Number One.
"Hey, you little shit! I was hungry!" Ragnarok started pulling at Crona's hair.
"Hey, quick it! I don't know how to deal with something like-"
"Ragnarok, cut it out!" Maka held her dictionary up in a threatening manner; Ragnarok retreated back inside Crona faster than you could say anything. As soon as he did, Maka turned to her friend with a concerned look in her eyes. "You OK, Crona?"
Crona blushed a little as he met Maka's gaze...those pretty green eyes. You see, ever since he nearly died during a battle against his own mother, Crona found himself developing certain feelings for the blonde pigtail Meister, his first friend. Not that he would tell her of course, considering his past actions. Well, that and the fact he's as shy as...well, himself.
"Oh, u-um..uh...y-y-eah." Crona stuttered slightly as he stood. "L-l-look, I better get going...I got a appointment with Professor Stein."
He was out in a flash, leaving his friends dumbfounded. Liz Thompson broke the silence.
"Since when did Stein do appointments?"
"Clearly Crona's too scared to be in the sight of his God!" Black*Star was up in a flash...and than down in a flash thanks to Soul.
"Dude...uncool." Soul deadpanned. "
"Maka, do you know what's wrong with him?" Tsubaki wondered.
"I don't know." Maka answered truthfully. "Maybe he still blames himself for what happened to Stein.."
"Well, I can't exactly blame him." Death the Kid added. "Guilt can do this to people; isolate themselves from others and keep secrets from others..isn't that right, Patti?"
"Come on, Kid! I knew you'd react like you did." Patti replied, a slight smile on her face.
"BECAUSE IT WAS UNSYMMETRICAL! YOU DREW THE LEFT TESTICLE BIGGER THAN THE RIGHT ONE!"
Silence...that's all there was in the cafeteria. Everyone on the table Kid sat at simply lowered their heads as every single head turned to face the son of Lord Death.
"Maybe I'll have a chance now..." Gui whispered excitedly.
Lord Death paused for a slight second and turned to Spirit.
"Spirit, what if my son has a obsession with the male privates?"
"Eh, just go with it and love him no matter what?" Spirit said.
Lord Death responded with a "A-Okay" sign and resumed drinking his tea.
Crona sat on the wall of the Academy, looking down at Death City itself. Appointment with Stein; what was he thinking?! He's scared to be even near the professor and rightly so as it was he who was responsible for him losing his mind. Maka would never love a monster like-
"Fuck's sake!" Ragnarok was out in a split second, his small hands where his hips would be. "Would you just stop thinking about that bitch!"
"Ragnarok, she's not a bitch...she's my friend." Crona protested, only to receive a whack on the head in response.
"Big whoop, I don't give a flying fuck if she's the Queen! Just because she's all nice to ya, doesn't mean you can just nearly die-wait, that reminds me!"
He began punching his meister's head.
"Don't you ever do that again, you pussy! Do you have any idea how much that hurt!"
"Ow-hey! Please, quit it!" Crona's pleas fell on deaf ears.
"It's OK, Kid. I accept you!" Gui shouted out to Kid in the classroom where everyone still looked at Kid.
"Thanks..." Kid mumbled to himself over the combined laughter of Patti, Black*Star and Soul.
"A-a-and so do I, Kid." came Crona's agreement as he walked into the classroom, even though he didn't understand what was so funny.
"I'm garbage! I'm nothing but a disgrace to my family's name! I'm-"
"Kid, calm down." Liz sighed. "You're not garbage."
"..Thanks." Kid looked up with a grateful smile. As this was happening, Soul turned to the pink haired boy.
"Crona..what was earlier about?"
"Oh, n-nothing!" Crona insisted. "Just Ragnarok...you know."
Soul looked at him with his blood red eyes with a look of disbelief before shrugging and faced the front of the class. Crona sighed to himself...it wasn't that he was scared of Soul, it was just that he thought Soul had a crush on Maka and vise versa. He can see it when he looks at her...it'd be so awkward if he were to confess his feelings.
R-R-R-RING!
The class stopped talking instantly and looked at the door, expecting the mad professor to burst through the door on his chair...
Five minutes turned to ten minutes, which then turned to twenty minutes.
Still no Stein.
"Where is he?" Maka wondered.
Blood dripping everywhere. Her forever open eyes full of terror and pain...how it loved it. That's just how it wanted to kill someone; the most painful way ever...and not just for it's victims, but for others. It stared down at it's hand...still finishing the form.
"Better than nothing..." it took a mental note to himself that it's voice was youthful, yet with a slight growl to it. A quick movement of it's arm and the crystal ball laid in it's palm.
He smirked, his reflection showing bright yellow eyes and fangs.
Time to make a call.
Two hours ago, the research notes of the Black Blood had appeared in the Death Room by a puff of smoke..but no janitors. Two hours later, Spirit grew impatient.
"Ugh, where the the hell are they?!" he finally snapped.
"Would you relax?" Stein turned the screw on his head. "The walk from Medusa's home to Death City lasts two days."
Lord Death nodded his agreement. "Yes, Spirit. Besides, they agreed to-"
The mirror began to shine.
"See, what did I tell ya?" the Reaper turned to face the mirror for his trademark greetings. "Well howdy!, Whats up-uh, Eruka, you may have dropped the crystal ball..."
It looked like Lord Death was correct as all Spirit and Stein could see were Eruka's trademark boots...barley touching the ground. Lord Death was about to wonder why he received no reply when the ball seemed to levitate, allowing the three to see Eruka.
Or what was left of her...but they could only tell it was her due to the huge orange witch hat The witch was mutilated, suspended by black pillars that were stabbed through her palms and toes. A huge hole in her chest was clearly noticeable and explained the appearance of bloody organs directly underneath the body. Eruka's eyes were wide open, her mouth twisted in a permanent scream of pain that never left her throat. The sight would be enough to make a man vomit...Spirit struggled just barley.
"Who...who did this?" Spirit made out, the disgust clear in his voice. "Was it Free?"
"Oh, no...that would have been cooler though."
The reply came from the other side of the mirror.
"Whose there!" Lord Death asked.
"Let's just say the clean up crew forgot a mess." The crystal ball seemed to turn one hundred and eighty degrees clockwise to show what looked like a figure shrouded in the shadows, the only visible parts were bright yellow eyes. "Shame she had to die, but than again, I really did hate her guts."
"Who the hell are you?!" Spirit snapped in anger. This promoted a chuckle that was completely void of any humanity.
"Not who...but what?" the figure responded. "But I guess you can call me: The Madness. It's what I'm good at anyways, spreading madness."
Stein glared through his glasses.
"What do you want?"
"Story for another time, Screw-Ball. I hate to cut this short, but I gotta go...people to slay, you know. Bye-bye!"
The Crstyal ball was dropped, smashing upon impact and cutting the connection between the mirror.
Stein replayed the conversation and what he see back in his head...true it looked like a man in the shadows...but men don't look as though they're melting. This can only mean one thing; something that Lord Death agreed on as he spoke up.
"They failed to clean it all up." Lord Death's tone of voice was not the usual high pitched playful causal voice they were used to, but a tone of dread. "That means the Black Blood , or the Madness, has begun to take physical form".
"Does that mean we have to find it? Spirit questioned
"Indeed." Lord Death's mask was formed in a serious face. "Or the world is doomed."
Their faces, ha! Looked like they found out one of em's pregnant. I mean, did they seriously think moi would go down like a tree? Not on my watch.
The Madness looked at his hand...it was all bone and skin now.
Finished. Great, now I don't look like a tar monster...which works for me.
The doors opened, exposing the outside world to the living Black Blood as he stepped out, grinning a newly formed grin.
Throw any of your soldiers at me, Skull-Man...I'll take them out. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
End Chapter there.