And, as your all have awaited with bated breath, tense nerves, worried emotions, stomach cramps, I present you with,

CHAPTER 11!

Yup, that's how excited I am, it's the eleventh chapter. Now, the first part is obviously implied. But, as far as I'm concerned, this is how were doing it.

LET'S MOVE THE PLOT OF SOUL EATER FORWARD WITH A PARTY!

Yes, that's right ladies and Gentlemen, we're moving forward with the plot to the point of the Kishin revival! Yup, that's how it's going to work. Let's begin with the obvious, how did we like the previous chapter?

I thought it was pretty good. Liked the ending very much myself, but hey, I wrote it, so obviously I liked it.

Now, onto the story, if there are no prior objections?

On with the story.

Edward lay in his bed, the sleeping bronze haired beauty next to him, the only thing keeping her covered was the blanket.

He wasn't sure whether he should be extremely happy with himself for finally finding someone to love, or hate himself with every fibre of his being for going against everything he had don't to avoid the emotional attachment that would just end in pain.

Now he knew how Hohenheim felt about the situation.

Her arm circled around his torso tighter, stirring him from his thoughts. He looked down slightly to the mess of bronze hair on his chest, swelling with happiness.

Screw it, he had at least a hundred years to figure out how to fix this.

He moved his head down and kissed the top of her head.

He'd been searching for something worthwhile in this world for just under 200 years. He had done a great many things, none particularly fulfilling to himself.

Then, Medusa was introduced into his life. It was as if a switch was flipped in his life. An electrical current that could not be stopped, leading up to one conclusion, love.

He looked absentmindedly at the clock, seeing it was around 4 ish. It would be too late to go to class, not that they were serving much point.

He had learned much more from the library and external sources than he could from the classes.

Absentmindedly he conjured a bit of flame with a quick activation sentence.

"Dragon fire Dragon fire," he murmured, a bit of flame twirling into existence around his fingers. He made the flame dance around for a bit, making a few different shapes.

The idea behind it was... difficult for his scientific brain to grasp, but once he had gotten his head around the idea that once the fire was there, it was all mental, it was pretty easy.

He began to hum a short tune in time with the dancing of the small fire. It manoeuvred between his fingers like a car between pylons, except gracefully going in between instead of running into them.

Apparently his humming woke Medusa, for she groaned and lifted her head, looking into his eyes.

"Morning Ed," she replied sleepily. Ed stared into her eyes, chuckling slightly.

"It's not nearly early enough to be considered morning." She cocked one eyebrow before looking at the clock on the wall. Sure enough it was 4 o'clock.

"Well, I guess it is. What do you know," she murmured, stretching.

There was more silence between the two of them, both just enjoying the aftermath of their... event.

Finally, Ed decided they should get moving, at least for dinner. The staff room was having a pizza party and nobody wanted to miss that. Edward, being an 'adult' was entitled to this pizza party.

"Come on, we should get ready for that pizza party, I'm hungry." Medusa shrugged, settling back into his shoulder, right arm draped across his chest.

"I don't want to, it's too nice here." Ed grinned, kissing her head again. She was right, it was too nice here. But, all good things must come to an end.

"Come on, I want in on this pizza party. It sounds fun." To prove his point, he gently shifted out from underneath her, Medusa grunting with the loss of her heated pillow.

An hour later they were dressed and walking down the hall, arms intertwined. When they got to the staff room, there was dead silence.

Followed by cheering.

Then about 400 death bucks traded hands.

All towards Lord Death.

"Hehe! I knew it, having a mirror certainly helps!" cried the Grim Reaper. Edward and Medusa were slightly disturbed, but they both knew that Lord Death could see anything with that mirror.

Then came a chilling thought.

Anything could be seen with that mirror, including stuff inside rooms. Particular things.

Three hours later Edward and Medusa were in his room, sitting on the couch, a little worn out.

"Wow, Skully wasn't kidding, those pizza parties are crazy," commented Ed. His hair was messed up, had eye liner on and somehow lost the right leg of his pants.

Medusa was just pawing at the air as if there was a fly hovering there. He wasn't sure what had happened, but apparently somebody spiked the pop dispenser and she had a few drinks from it. So it was decided to just let the affects wear themselves out.

However, the effect was slightly creepy. With a quick calculation he pressed a hand against her shoulder, red sparks flashing around her.

Her glassy eyes cleared, her pawing in mid swipe.

"What just happened?" she asked, confused.

"Someone spiked the drinks and you had a bit too much to drink. My guess is it was Spirit." Medusa groaned.

"Did I do anything stupid?" she asked. Ed thought about for a minute.

"No, not really. There was some weird Irish singing, but besides that, no, not really. I got you out of there before anything bad really happened."

Medusa sighed, obviously pleased at that. "Thanks, I'm glad nothing bad really happened." Her face grew into a grimence, followed by confusion. Ed looked at her as she reached behind her between the couch and her back pocket, pulling something out.

It was a blank slip of paper with the DWMA emblem on the top.

"Hmm, Attention all staff, we are having our 800th annual founding day, it will be this Thursday, please inform your classes so that those who are unaware are aware. It is a formal event so please be sure to dress nicely. Lord Death." Medusa stared at the note.

"That's right, that event." Medusa elaborated on what the founding day party was. It was just a party every year on the founding day evening. Basically just a party with music and food and a speech. Nothing fancy.

"Hmm, I guess I'm going to have to go?" he asked. Medusa nodded.

"Fun. I'll have to get my suit. Which is in my house. Which is in Germany. Which means I'll go to a store and buy it instead." Medusa nodded, sort of understanding.

Ed leaned over and kissed Medusa for a minute before getting up, putting on his brown coat. "I'll go over and order a suit. I'll probably be back later."

"Alright, I'll be in the clinic till 11. Seeya!" Ed nodded, putting on his hat and stepping outside.

When he got to a suit store he ordered a black Victorian era suit. It was a small store about 20 minutes from the school. He was walking back when he came across a purple building, the only advertising being a sign on the front labelled as 'El Chube Cabras.' He wondered what kind of place it was, perhaps it was some sort of Halloween store? Oh well, he had no purpose going in there.

Of course, as fate would have it, a certain magical cat happened to walk out of her place of work.

"Oh, hello, are you wanting to come in?" asked the woman. Ed noticed that she had purple hair and gold eyes, somewhat like his own.

"Umm, what kind of place is this?" asked Ed, oblivious.

"Umm... a gentlemen's club," was how she put it. It was store policy outside of work to call it that.

Of course, Ed knew exactly what kind of place it was now. Hell, and he was shammed to admit it, he might have visited one of these places years and years ago, when he was still coming to grips with his situation of having the stone in his chest. He tried to forget that stuff.

Now, the particular thing with witches was they could sense the souls of other magical people. This included Edward.

"Oh, you're a wizard, fancy that," she said. Edward was surprised.

"How did you find out?" he asked, his voice low.

"Easy, if you have magical powers then you can usually see other magical people." Ed nodded.

"So you're a witch?" he asked. The two had begun walking, he wasn't sure were, but hey, it's not like he had anything important to do.

"No, I'm just a cat with a crazy amount of magical powers." Ok, a little bit weird, but ok.

"And, judging by your magical soul, you can shape shift."

What?

"...Shape shift?" asked Ed, hesitant. The last shape shifter he had seen stabbed him in the chest with his arm. Not good memories.

"Yup, whatever your magical theme is usually decides what form you get. Because I'm just a cat I use magic to bounce from human form to cat form." As if to prove her point, she was surrounded in a cloud of smoke until a small cat bounded out of it and landed on his shoulder. It was purple with gold eyes and a black witches hat.

"See, with a bit of practice, you could probably change into whatever theme you are." The two of them talked for a while, Blaire riding on his shoulder until they got to an apartment building. During the conversation, Blaire revealed how one would change their form into their soul form.

"Well, this is where I live, have a nice evening!" cheered the cat before leaping off his shoulder. Ed waved goodbye, heading back to the school.

This was a bit of information to process. So he might be able to turn into a dragon? Interesting. Might be handy later. The spell seemed simple enough, although it sounded quite a bit mental.

"Hmm, maybe I'll deal with it later. Deal with this situation later. Perhaps Medusa will know more," he muttered. He arrived at the school, the sky dark and the moon out, doing the weird laughing thing it did.

He walked into his room, observing it was around 10 :30. He'd go see Medusa tomorrow.

He was in his bed for a total of 5 minutes before he lost all ties with the waking world, dissolving into a pit of sleep.

It was around midnight, Edward being completely out of it and asleep, when his door opened softly. Light spilled into the front room, cutting across the bottom of the bed. It became obscured by a figure before disappearing quickly as the door clicked shut.

The figure shuffled over quietly, removing a pair of slippers along the way before climbing softly into the bed with Edward.

At this point his body became aware of arms wrapping around him, shaking slightly.

The next morning he awoke to the form of Medusa in bed with him, wearing a tank top and flannel pants.

Glancing around, he saw a pair of black slippers on the floor between the door and the bed.

Hmm, must have come in some time last night.

He wrapped his right arm, his flesh right arm, around her shoulders, hugging her close. He was a bit surprised at the development, but he wasn't going to complain.

Ed looked at the calendar, seeing it was 2 days from the big party.

Now, he had a desicion. Either he could get up and shower and maybe go to class, or he could lie here until Medusa woke up.

Glancing at the clock he saw it was just before 8. But it was Tuesday, Medusa didn't work, he knew everything for those damn classes and more, who gives a flying crap, he certainly doesn't.

Better to just lie here and sleep some more until either she woke up or he had to eat.

Of course, Medusa had the good fortune to wake up at that point. Her bronze eyes flickered open, looking confused at her surroundings. Realization dawned on them when she realized where she was and who's bed she was in.

"Morning Medusa, sleep well?" asked Ed, absently twirling some fire in his fingers. It was becoming a hobby of his, just watching it dance.

"Yeh, better than I thought I would." Ed looked down at her face.

"Why? Something happen?" he asked worried.

"...Eurka visited me. The witches have decided to move ahead with plan B, whatever that is. It's got me worried though. When we were in the enclave, if I asked what plan B was the other witches would just laugh evilly, saying I should just wait and see."

This had Edward worried as well. What could plan B be? Well, time to put his plan into action.

"Well, I've got a plan, at least to be prepared," said Edward, still twirling flame.

"And that is?" she asked him curiously.

"Well, I'm going on the perspective of evil witches here. Instead of going to this party for the shear value of it, we both work security. I'd cover the actual party and you patrol the halls. We keep in contact with throat mikes and that way there is some measure of alert."

Wow, she honestly hadn't thought of that, but why the party?

"So, why during the night of the party?" asked Medusa.

"Easy, when else is everyone going to be at the same place? It gets harder to deploy people when they are all at one place. So, if you hear that the witches are attacking soon, when would it make sense to attack at all?"

Medusa nodded, realizing that he was right. It would make sense, attack when everyone's in one place.

"Alright, sounds like a plan. And if something happens, we'll just tip Lord Death off," replied Medusa.

The two lied in bed for a little while longer, conversing on what they would do for the party.

Night of the party. (Yes, it's a bit of a jump but I ran out of stuff to talk about.

Edward stood near the doors of the party room where the student population was. The party had been going strong for an hour already and, with a few interruptions from Blackstar and his godly speeches, it was going fairly smoothly.

Edward didn't join in, instead staying outside. He wasn't one for parties. He wondered if he should have patrolled the halls and let Medusa go to the party. She seemed a bit more of the social person out of the two of them. He couldn't stand large groups of people. Well, there was that one instance with that smart dude, but that was one guy. And both of them nearly killed each other over the chemical composition of uranium.

He thumbed the throat mike, opening a channel with Medusa.

"So, how goes the patrol?" asked Ed.

"It's ok. Nothing to report at all. So far it's a normal evening," was the reply.

Ed sighed. He was sure something would happen. Well, it was just a hunch.

He was standing next to the door of the party, bored out of his skull.

"I wonder if there's anything to drink inside?" wondered Ed. Sighing he opened the door to the room...

Only to find a white void. He slammed the door shut, fearing the appearance of the Gate.

"Medusa, we have a problem! The party is... I don't know how to put it, but it's a white void!" shouted Ed into the throat mike.

"That would be some dimensional magic. I'm familiar with it. It also solves why Free was needed. He has the power to do it. It's a hole in this dimension. Anyone inside is inaccessible for a while."

Edward swore. So that left himself and Medusa to stop the tide of witches... He liked challenges.

"Well, where would the witches head to?"

"Probably lower levels, that's where the dungeons and other skeletons of the DWMA are located."

"Alright, I'll start heading down there, hopefully it's not too many." Not waiting for an answer he bolted down the hall, heading for the stairs.

When he got to the entrance to the dungeon levels of the building he was met with Medusa arriving at the same time.

"Well, ready to defend the school against whatever plan B is for the witches?" exclaimed Edward, already running down the stone grey hallway. Medusa followed, mind churning with possibilities.

They ran down two corridors when they ran into Stein, Maka, Kid and Blackstar, all with their weapons in weapon form.

"Edward, how did you get here?" asked Stein.

"Well, learned the witches had a plot going, decided to stand guard, people inside the party got sealed away in another dimension, figured me and Medusa would go and see where they might be going to."

"How did you know about the attack?" asked Kid, frowning. Ed glanced over to Medusa. She decided to talk.

"We both have magical abilities, but we aren't the regular witches. I defected for personal reasons, Edward was in it for the knowledge."

The weapons of the assembled Meisters were turned on them.

"So your witches?" asked Blackstar.

"Wizard technically, but yeh. It's interesting. And before you turn on both of us, consider this, both of us have done nothing but good towards the school. Well, Medusa has, I've sorta just been here. Well, I did save Soul," he said, gesturing towards the scythe.

There was an awkward silence. "Alright, you can fight, but if we get the slightest suggestion that you are going to turn, we won't hesitate," threatened Stein. Ed nodded.

"Sure, I'd do the same."

There was a tense silence between the two groups before they wordlessly headed down the hall, deeper and deeper into the foundations of the school.

"So, why would the witches decide to attack the school?" asked Ed, running beside Stein.

"Well, somehow the witches found out Lord Death's skeleton in the closet," he replied.

"And that is?" asked Medusa.

Stein was silent before replying. "The only known Kishin is sealed away underneath the school."

Ed halted, as did Medusa and the other Meisters. Then, as a collective, they yelled.

"WHAT!"

[A.N.] Well, this is my revision to chapter 11. I prefer it way better over the last one, and it's slightly longer. Now, the only reason I posted this early was because of FMA day. I wanted to have a post then. But, alas, it didn't work, so here's my late contribution to that unrecognized holiday.

Enjoy your future endeavours and good evening.