"I don't think she's a bad person…" Crona began, poking the blonde girl that lay still on the cold floor. She'd put up a good fight, a long fight, but six Shibusen agents against one lone weapon were impossible odds. Still, she wondered why the other girl had seemed so…distracted. Like a lost child.

Perhaps…it had had something to do with the red haired man who had left here here?

"Yeah, sure she's fine. Just really messed up in the head. All she said was Papa this and Papa that…" All eyes turned to Masamune, eyebrows raising as if to point out that he was in no position whatsoever to be talking about crazy.

…Nobody really had the guts to say it to his face though. Not even Ragnarok, though that might have had something to do with the blood loss. The two were pretty evenly matched on a good day, and this was most definitely not a good day. There would be no further fighting…for now.

"B-but we don't have to kill her…! Maybe she was forced to do this?" No, Crona did not know why she was defending the weapon who'd so easily sent her flying into a brick wall.

It just seemed…right?

"So what do we do then? I don't know how many souls she's eaten, but I can bet you that she doesn't stick to a kishin-egg diet." Wes hovered in the background, trying to look uninterested; she'd never really understood him or his insistence on being cool. But as long as you didn't embarrass him, he was easy to deal with.

His meister Blaire, on the other hand, was not.

"Are you sure she's a she? I mean, she's flat as a board! Poor thing…no sex appeal whatsoever" As long as you ignored her, then everything was fine. Honestly, the pinkette didn't know how Wes lived through it all, much less pull off soul resonance with her. Maybe it was the hair color? He seemed to have a thing for weird hair colors. Might have been why he wasn't giving the girl on the ground a second glance.

"Yeah, just like Crona. Hey…they can be she-males together!"

"R-Ragnarok!"

"Hey, I'm just speakin' the truth."

"CRONA PUNCH!" Poor Ragnarock. But still, the pinkette schooled herself, he deserved it. Nygus-sensei had told her to discipline him better, and when the spraybottle approach hadn't worked so well, she'd stepped it up to a little harmless violence.

The third meister in their squad, previously occupied with re-braiding Masamune's hair, chose that moment to speak up.

"Mune?"

"Mm?"

"What's sex appeal?" The ninja weapon paused, momentarily thrown by the question. His meister continued to stare down at him from her perch on his shoulders, eagerly anticipating the answer.

Finally…"I'll tell you when you're older, Angela."

Crack. Kinda. Crack with character development?

Um, anyway, I normally don't write stuff under the thousand mark like this, but…well, it just stuck :P So I guess this is a what-if? You can all figure it out yourselves :P

...And yes. Angela is braiding Masamune's hair. Yes, Tsubaki's-crazy-brother Masamune.