CorruptedMoon

"I take it this is a spell cast by the magic eye." The blonde said calmly, politely ignoring the disturbed duo behind her.

Maka remained blank in expression. "Into ten pieces if you don't mind. Go right ahead, I won't stop you." Her gaze narrowed, " Oh wait, in your current form you can't touch me, can you?"

Maka's eyes narrowed in confusion, 'Hold on, there's something strange going on with this guy. He never even tried to dodge my attacks, but he's doing whatever he can to avoid Black*Star's. Why is that...?' Suddenly realization hit her. "Oh!" She got up and started walking towards the two fight. As they paused for a moment, she spoke, "Now I see, he tricked us." Black*Star looked at her in confusion, "What'd you say?" He asked.

But before anything could be done, there was an explosion and Black*Star knocked into Maka, sending her flying. "YAHOO!" The loud assassin exclaimed, "WE CAUGHT UP TO YOU! WE- I MEAN, I WIN! TOO BAD SO SAD NO EVIL KISHIN REVIVING FOR YOU AFTER ALL! HOW DOES THAT FEEL?!" He cheered. Maka jumped to her feet, growling, "Moron! It's me! The one who went farther ahead!" She snapped at him, shaking with anger. "Really?! That's not good at all, man! Well, in that case, what are you doing standing around here then?" Black*Star asked before he noticed Free. He jolted, looking annoyed, "Uh-oh! Not this guy!" He pointed at him. "Hey, werewolf! I don't let anybody stand in my way!" He struck a fighting stance. "Let's get moving Tsubaki!"

'I need to back up!' She backed flipped a few times before landing on her feet again. She noticed Free not following her, 'Just as I expected. He won't come after me from there. All he wants is to prevent me from getting through. If I try to force my way past him, he'll rip me to shreds...Think harder...' she told herself firmly.

"Genie Cannon!" The blonde murmured, aiming the cannons at Free before they fired. The shots caused an explosion, smoke billowing everywhere. The cannons transformed back into guns. She sighed, "Well, that should have done something."

"Alright, try something else!" She mumbled, crouching down. "Soul Resonance!" The pistols shined before turning into cannons on her arms as she stared at the ground, feeling the energy starting to build up.

'Swiping at my feet, he's doing whatever he can to reduce my speed!' She thought, aiming her pistols to shoot at Free again, but once more the attacks missed.

Maka's eyes narrowed, 'Impervious to bullets, huh? In that case, fighting him head on would be a waste of my time. I'll have to find a way to throw him off balance and rush past him when I get the chance. I've got the upper hand when it comes to mobility though. Once I get past him, he'll never catch up.'

Maka got up, frowning, "So this is the immortal. Damnit, I was so distracted by the kishin that I didn't notice him." She raised her pistols and shot at him. Unfortunately, they didn't do any damage.

"Cannon fire...but from where?" She mumbled, looking up. She tensed as she saw a werewolf creature step forward, his left eye glowing,

"What's it like? That's not an easy question to answer." The blonde murmured. "It feels evil...dark... but there something else...something I can't describe..."

"Yeah, it's just this pressure. I've never sensed anything like it before." She replied quietly, tensing up.

"I can sense the kishin's wavelength..." She murmured. Suddenly she felt as something was watching her. She tensed as she heard movement and for a moment she thought she saw bandages coming close to her, about to wrap around her. But they soon disappeared, making her gasp softly. 'How strange...'

"Right! I'm gonna make Maka eat my dust!" The blue haired teen yelled before rushing off. Meanwhile farther away, Maka was racing down the hall, gripping her pistols tightly, "This place hardly looks like a building any more." She mused to herself.

--- Meanwhile, Black*Star was fuming. Maka had already gone ahead, but apparently there had been some fighting before hand. "Damn! Can't she at least leave me something to do here?! How am I supposed to stand out now?!" He grumbled, kicking a random rock only to get smacked with it as it rebounded at him.

Kid slowed to a halt as he looked thoughtful, "Huh...good question." He mumbled. He really had no idea himself.

Kid lightly touched the wound on his neck, "Some black scabs have stopped the bleeding." He said softly, "I think they're from the black blood that was inside me. They formed when it disappeared."

--- As Kid was back on his skateboard, he spoke, sounding a little worried, "I wonder if the others caught up with the ones with the black blood...."

"Here we go!" Ragnarok exclaimed, yanking on Crona's outfit. "O-kay..." Kid said slowly.

"Well, I'll tell ya; it like when you haven't crapped in three days and three nights and toilet water splashes back when you unload it all!" The black blood sword growled at him. 'I think I'm going to be sick...' Kid thought sweatdropping and looking a little disturbed.

Kid stared blankly, "..." Ragnarok was silent for a moment before he looked down at Crona and screamed before starting to rant, "How could you punch me, Crona!?" He demanded, pulling the male's cheek, "I don't believe it! Do you know how it feels to be hit by you?!"

"Well too bad! I'm the only one who gets to beat up Crona! He's mine, you can't have him!" Ragnarok growled possessively, practically having the pink haired male in a choke hold with his free arm.

"What the hell did you do?! Why am I so little now?!" Ragnarok demanded. "Get off me! How should I know?!" Kid's exclamation was muffled by the demon sword's hand. "You and Crona, friends?! You gotta be kidding me! Who'd wanna be friends with a pathetic thing like him?! He isn't even any fun! Wait, I got it! You wanna keep him around as a punching bag! Bullying him is an excellent way to reduce stress! That's what you want him for!" Ragnarok ranted at him.

"But we can't just leave him like this, he's a wreck!" Kid protested. While Soul muttered something about being 'just their luck', a new voice spoke up, "Screw you guys!" startling all three of them. Out of Crona's back popped Ragnarok, except...much much smaller. He suddenly slammed his hand against Kid's mouth and started shaking him, "Damn you little boy!"