"So...how exactly did this happen?" asked the Grim Reaper as he asked the three people he had summoned. Standing next to Lord Death was, of course, Spirit, as was his duty to be near him as a Death Scythe. Stein was also here, but just to observe and nothing more.

The first happened to be Eruka Frog, the witch rubbing her head with an ice pack after a sever blow to the skull via Maka Chop. The second was Maka herself, not facing the God of Death nor the other two in the room. Lastly, there was Crona, the pink haired Meister having arrived just when Maka whacked the witch, making him a witness.

"Well," began Eruka, keeping an eye on Maka as she took a few steps to the side, "I was just walking towards the Academy to rest in my room, but then the Book Meister here chased me through the catacombs and...this." Eruka moved the ice pack to show the lump that was poking out of her silver hair. The Reaper seemed to nod before turning to Crona.

"Is this true?" he questioned. Crona fidgeted, not knowing how to deal with this. He didn't know anything. He just happened to be their when he saw Maka strike her. He opened his mouth to answer, but Maka beat him to it.

"Lord Death, that is what happened." Maka had no regret in her tone as she leered at Eruka, "But, in my defense, she started it."

"I see." Lord Death sipped from his tea, "Tell me, Maka, do you dislike Miss Eruka?

"Yes." the Scythe Meister admitted, "She cannot be trusted."

"What?! Why not?!" Eruka cried.

"Because you are a Witch! A Witch who worked for Medusa! You could be a spy!"

"You're still on that?! She's dead! I just want to live!"

"CHOP! CHOP!" Lord Death brought his large hand down on the bickering girls, leaving the two girl on the ground, rubbing the fresh hits on their heads. Spirit whimpered when he saw his girl on the floor, Stein having to keep him from running over to her and cry about how she was hit. Crona just trembled in place.

"Now then." another sip from the God, "Maka. You say you do not trust Eruka because she's a Witch who worked for Medusa, correct?"

"Yes. She could be trying to harm us." Maka nodded.

"I admit, I do often wonder if Eruka will revert to her old ways and try to bring harm to the city." Eruka shrank a bit, trying very hard not to run away, "But I still offer her the benefit of a doubt. She deserves that much."

"But Lord Death-"

"Maka." the death god interrupted again, "If those are your reasons as to why you cannot trust Eruka, why have you not brought harm to Crona?"

The air grew cold as everyone seemed to stand in place. Both Eruka and Maka couldn't seem to lift their limbs to do anything and the air was like broken glass: hard to breath as it cut their throats. Crona looked just as shock as the words Lord Death used, but he knew he had a point. Stein took out a cigarette and took a drag. This wasn't going to be pretty.

"Crona is Medusa's son, thus making him a Witch." continued the Grim Reaper, "And he worked for her. Even when he had a spot in the city as a student, he acted like a spy. It seems your lack of faith should be in Crona, not Eruka."

"T-that's completely different!" Maka argued as she bit her lip. She didn't want to admit they were right. She truly didn't, "Medusa raised him to do what he did. He was simply taught that! Eruka followed her by her own choice."

"It was more like my choice to live rather than die." Eruka mumbled as she turned away, not seeing the glare upon her by Maka.

"Maka." Spirit spoke up as he seemed to become more serious, "This is the incident with Crona over again." Maka looked at her father with rage, ready to strike him with her hardest punch, "You had said that everyone, even Crona, deserved a second chance. What about Eruka?" Maka's rage was put out as quickly as it had formed as the student looked shocked.

"Well said, Sempai." congratulated Stein. (Sorry if I misplelled that.^_^;)

"Eruka deserves another chance just as you said Crona did." Lord Death told her, "Besides, it was Crona who insisted it. Do you not trust his judgement?" Maka opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out, "Crona, what do you think? Why did you insist on sparing Eruka's life?" Crona looked away at first from the attention, but steeled his nerves as he spoke.

"Because she was always nice to me." he began, "Medusa was...well...evil, but Eruka...she was actually really nice to me." he blushed a bit in his embarrassment, "When I heard that she was captured, I didn't want her to die. If she had a choice, I know she wouldn't work for Medusa." After his testimony, Maka was speechless, as was Eruka. The air became less frigid as Maka took in some air and turned to Eruka.

"I'm...sorry." she apologized, "For not giving you a fair enough chance." Eruka nodded.

"Apology accepted." the witch nodded.

"Okie dokie! Now you three run along! It's quite late after all!" Lord Death instructed. The three of them nodded as they all headed out of the Death Room.

"Hm. I can't help but feel we're forgetting something..." Maka mumbled.

-MEANWHILE-

Walking out of the infirmary was none other than Black*Star, rubbing his head as he regained consciousness.

"Damn, what the hell hit me?" One minute, the blue haired ninja was talking to Tsubaki about their next mission. The next, something hits the back of his head and it was lights out. This meant one thing to the assassin: more training. "I can't allow anyone to knock me out like that again! After all, I have to surpass God!" with that resolve, he headed to the woods to train.

Eruka: We hope you've enjoyed this story!

Maka: Relax, it isn't ending. This is just a warning from the author!

Black*Star: Yeah! The next chapter is going to be an Alternate Universe-AU-chapter. So be ready for that.

Kid: You better read it, too.

Soul: Or Maka will take your soul.