SmolSugarSpark

"It's too bad we don't have all ninety-nine kinshin souls or this could have been your ticket to being a death scythe," Maka lamented as she wiped her brow on her sleeve. She set the scythe aside and waited as Soul regained his human form. "A witch in Death City, and she wasn't even using soul protect!" "She was either a special kind of stupid or a special kind of brave," Soul shrugged. "So are we just going to take it back to Death?" "I guess that's all we can do. I wish the witch's soul didn't have to come very last, though. Going through all this trouble and not even getting you any closer to your goal." Maka walked towards where the glo

                         Curling up into a ball on your bed you bit your lip and began to cry, not bothering to remove the skimpy blood splattered outfit you wore. You won your round of Carnival Corpse, you should be happy. No penalty round for you. But you lost the moment the announcer said you won. You couldn't bring yourself to watch his penalty round, because you knew it was all your fault.                          "I'm sorry," You said as tears rolled down your face, "I'm so sorry Senji."                        Being out in the hallway felt strange. You hadn't left your room for nearly a week since your last carnival corpse, for fear