Thank yous to those who either gave me ideas or have asked if I would like ideas. It makes me happy that you all want this story to continue. But, after this chapter, don't give me an idea unless you want it ignored because I already know what the next chapter is going to be about. Thank you all for the support. This idea was pitched to me by Reaper 7.

To say Crona didn't know how to deal with this was like saying the sky was blue: it was a cold, hard fact. The pink haired man was in a terrible, horrible no man's zone, which no man should ever have to go through and be tormented with.

"Come on, Crona! Lets go!"

And that no man's zone was being the soul-guy in a group of girls on a shopping spree at the mall. It was early afternoon when Liz had invited the girls to a shopping spree at the mall, Eruka included, and Crona was somehow swept into the gravity of the invite. The pink haired boy simply stood no chance.

Thus bringing us to current events: the girls chatting and/or gossiping as they carried shopping bags. Except Liz. She convinced Crona to carry hers. And they were heavy? Crona was sure 10 lbs of the bags were just shoes. Liz kept saying something about bargains. How did she find them all? Did she have some sort of radar that detected them? Girls were a mystery to Crona...

"Wow, sis! That shirt looked so cute on you!" Patty squealed. Occasionally, Crona would here bits of the girl's conversation as he carried the older Thompson's bags.

"Hey, Tsubaki. What 'special training' did Stein want with Black*Star and Soul?" Maka asked the taller girl as she shrugged.

"I don't know. He said that it was important he and Soul did it though." The ebony-haired woman was a little scared by this. What training would require Black*Star, Soul, and not their partners. The Black Arm shuddered at the idea of being replaced.

Meanwhile, with Soul and Black*Star

"Yahoo! This is so cool, Soul!" The only training the assassin and musician were doing was training their hand-eye coordination. Soul had recently got a copy of Assassin's Creed: Revelations and was possibly the only copy in Death City. The series was both of their favorites as Soul was taking his turn through Story Mode.

"Tell me something I don't know." the albino smirked as he focused on the screen, drooling slightly out of habit as he played the game.

"OK. I've been reading Maka's diary for the past two weeks."

"What?!" Distracted by his friend's announcement, Soul was killed by enemies in the game. Black*Star laughed as he snatched the controller from Soul, "That's not cool, Black*Star!"

"Maybe not, but she says a lot about you." Black*Star smirked as the white haired weapon blushed, "Yeah! That's what I mean! Bwa hahaha!" As Black*Star laughed boisterously, he didn't see himself walk off a cliff and die. "Aw, what?!"

"Wow. You're a terrible assassin even in the game." Soul chuckled as he took back the controller.

"Screw off!"

Back with the story

"Kid?! What are you doing?!" Liz shouted as she saw the young Shinigami organizing stuff in the woman's clothing section.

"These clothes are unsymmetrical! They need to be in proper order!" Kid shouted as he continued with his mission of organizing everything.

"That's nice and all...but that's woman's panties your organizing!" Liz shouted as she tried to drag her Meister away from the clothes. Eruka giggled at how the Shinigami's son was so hung up on symmetry.

"Am I the only one seeing the irony of how obsessed he is with symmetry when he has, like, three strips on his head."

"Your right..." Eruka turned to the side and was shocked to see Kid on the ground, crying as he hit the ground, "I'm not perfect. I'm garbage. I'm scum. I'm lower then pond scum!" he cried.

"No Eruka, no you aren't. But at least he's easier to carry now." Liz groaned as she picked up the reaper boy and began to carry him away.

"Shouldn't we snap him out of his depression?" Tsubaki asked as the group began to leave the clothing store as mall security came.

"We will...just not at this moment." Liz answered her.

"I'm lower than dirt..." Kid groaned.

"You should probably get him out of here." Stein suggested.

...Wait, what?

"Professor Stein?!" Maka cried as she saw the man with the ever so obvious screw on the side of his head. He was in a casual black shirt and jeans, but even those had stitches on them like the rest of his clothes. It seemed almost unnatural to see Stein in a social place like the mall, "What are you doing here?!"

"I need new equipment for my experiments." That made the entire group shudder. Stein shopping for new lab equipment was scarier than Freddy Krueger bargain hunting for a better claw.

"Wait, so you finished your training with Soul and Black*Star?" Maka questioned as she studied the older man. He didn't appear to be covered in any bruises are scrapes. He looked perfectly fine.

"Huh? What training?" You could hear the gears churning in Maka's mind and her blood boiling within her veins as steam could practically blow from her ears.

"SOUL!" Maka shouted as she began running at top speed out of the mall as she practically tackled her way through multiple crowds of people.

"Hell hath no furry like an angry woman's..." Stein muttered.

"Amen." Crona nodded.

Meanwhile...

"ACHOO!" Sneezed the Scythe as he watched Black*Star progress in Assassin's Creed. He couldn't help but feel...a disturbance.