So, I decided to let the one-shot become a real story. This is more fun anyway! It gives a stable opportunity to further investigate Kid and Maka's relationship. Also, if there's any information I've gotten wrong about Spartoi, I am really sorry! I really wanted to write about the new unit but I've only seen the anime (the dubbed version, may I add), and Spartoi isn't even mentioned in that (I think)! If anything is incorrect, please tell me in the reviews! Have fun reading!

Abbie and the horsies ;)

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True Feelings – Chapter 2

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Maka stood in her room, looking around. She hadn't been home for a few weeks, but eventually, she'd decided to make up with Soul. She couldn't do any missions without her weapon, and she was bored, watching all of her classmates having adventures while she remained behind.

She had found her partner in the music room, sat behind the black grand piano, thoughtfully stroking the keys. She'd given a quick apology and Soul had grinned and said something along the lines of "If I can't support my Meister's love life, that doesn't make me a very cool guy, does it?" and then they were friends again.

Maka's room was small, but she'd made it homely. Recently, she'd remodelled it. Her father, desperate to win back her love, had offered her any amount of money to re-do it. In a moment of weakness, Maka had accepted the money. She'd gotten pale-yellow wallpaper, which was partially covered by posters of her favourite authors. One side of the room held a corkboard. The carpet was white with a red rug in the middle of the room and her bed had a brand new quilt which had been specially made, so it was patterned with scythes, all of Tsubaki's different forms, and twin guns.

The young Meister looked proudly at her new setup, as she pinned photos to the corkboard. There was a knock on the door, and Soul appeared in the doorway.

'Hello,' he grinned. 'I see you're comfortable back at home.'

'Yeah. Call me crazy but I prefer it here rather than at Kid's.'

'Seriously? No offence, Maka, but you're crazy sometimes.'

'I would have to agree,' Kid said, walking into the room. 'The mansion is very big indeed. Why do you prefer your apartment?'

The girl grinned at them. 'Because I know this place. It's small and neat and I have it just the way I want it. And I can't get lost in here!'

Kid frowned. 'Anyway, I came to get you two. Father has an assignment for us and wants us to be at school as quickly as possible.'

'I see,' Maka murmured. Without another word, she led the two out of her room, through the apartment, and to the front door. There, she pulled on her new white trench coat, fastened up her new white boots, and tossed Soul his black headband. Of course. Now that the whole Baba Yaga's Castle thing was finished, the kids had been "promoted". Gone were their old ways of school uniform. Now they wore the Spartoi uniform, and they flaunted it proudly around the school. Other students watching enviously as the group walked past, looking sophisticated in their blue-and-white uniforms with their special logo. Everybody in the DWMA knew that these students were two-star Meisters and weapons. They were skilled. They were strong. They were flawless.

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At least, that's what the students usually thought. Right now, though, the only impression they got was one of carelessness, as the whole of Spartoi went crashing through the school. They were late. Soul and Black*Star stayed on the outside of the group, shoving kids out of the way. Kid and Maka stayed at the back, shouting out apologies in every direction, and at the front was Tsubaki. She had been chosen as the first to go into Lord Death's "office" as nobody could stay mad at Tsubaki.

'Lord Death?' the weapon whispered. 'Spartoi, reporting for duty.'

Death looked at the group. They were an odd bunch; from Tsubaki's tall and slim figure to Ox's near-bald head to Fire and Thunder's huge eyes and tiny bodies. But they were all two-star weapons and Meisters. They were all professionals. And they were all easily scared by their commander.

'You kids are very, very late,' Lord Death scolded, waving them in. 'Well, no matter. You're here now. So, kids, we have a bit of a problem.'

'What is it?' Kid asked. He had moved to the front and was one of the few people who had the guts to look his father directly in the eyes.

'There's a new Kishin popped up in Death City.'

Spartoi gave a little gasp.

'Actually, there's quite a few of them. We have no idea where they came from, do we?'

All of the Death Scythes (excluding Soul) appeared from behind Spartoi.

'No, Lord Death,' they mumbled together.

'It's quite a mystery,' Justin said in his loud voice. 'They're all such horrific creations. They deserve no love from our God. Oh, Lord Death, please, find mercy and kindness in your heart! Let your influence rain down upon them who has sinned...'

'That's enough, Justin,' Lord Death scolded. The youngest Death Scythe was on his hands and knees, slowly bowing with his eyes squeezed shut. 'Anyway, kids, uh... split into two teams. There's one on sixty-eight street and another on twenty-four. Maka, I would like your team to handle the one on sixty-eight.'

'Yes, Lord Death!'

Maka gave a chirpy salute before turning and storming out of the death room. The second team stayed behind for a few extra minutes, while the first quickly made their way across town. The sun had just gone down, and the street lamps were flickering alight. While they were making their way down an alley, Kid threw out his arm to block the road and half of Spartoi skidded to a halt.

'There's something up there,' the young reaper murmured, closing his eyes. 'Maka?'

'Yeah, I feel it, too. It's... big.'

'Very big.'

'Doesn't feel too powerful...'

'It could prove a bit of a challenge, though.'

'I doubt it. Gosh, me and Soul could kill that easily.'

Kid looked at her. 'I don't doubt your skills, Maka, but I don't think it's that simple. Why would Father send all seven of us out to beat it if it was easy enough to defeat with one Meister-weapon team?'

'Hmm...' Maka poked her head around the corner. 'Hang the hell on. What the bloody hell is that?!'

Around the corner lounged the weirdest beast the girl had ever seen. It was eight feet tall, bright purple in colour, and had three heads. It was completely bald and wrapped in a ghostly white Roman toga. On the first head sat a flower crown. The third head had a crown of holly leaves. And the second head had a large black crown, made out of twisted pieces of metal. On it's great troll feet were a pair of fluffy slippers.

'It looks my three-headed Roman grandfather!' Soul scoffed. 'This guy will be a push-over! Come on, Maka! We made Spartoi for a reason!'

Soul shone with a white light and transformed into a Death Scythe.

'Kid,' Liz cautioned, in her gun form. 'That isn't a normal Kishin, is it?'

'Technically, you can't get a normal Kishin.'

'Your girlfriend is too brave for her own good!'

Kid chuckled, watching Maka jump, flip, and strike the monster on the back with her partner. Black*Star yelled out insult after insult, attacking the feet, making the Kishin hop around, howling in pain.

'What can I say?'

Kid tightened his grip on his partners and smirked. His eyes met Maka's and she yelled for him to join in.

'It's something she gets from her mother.'