AN: WELL THIS CERTAINLY TOOK IT'S SWEET ASS TIME DIDN'T IT. I've been busy with cons, I got into another fandom or two, and I've been busy laughing at a fanfic where I'm portrayed as a villainess! Ha! But anyways, after much putting off I present... THIS. Also I can't write fights. OTL

"Where the hell is that guy...?"

"Maybe he was just busy, Black*Star..."

The ninja crossed his arms anxiously, scanning the small courtyard over again and again. "He said to give him thirty minutes..."

His partner, Tsubaki, tried to calm him, "Maybe it's only been twenty minutes, or maybe he had something to do..." She sighed, a slightly worried expression on her face, "Besides, class is going to start up again soon. I don't want you skipping again..."

"But he's skipping!" Black*Star reasoned, turning to her and smiling, "So I feel obligated to! And what'd I be missing anyways? A lecture or something?" He shifted his hands to his hips, now instead tapping his feet on the tiles, "Come on, you stupid X-face, come on..."

Chrona balled it's small hands into fists, "R-Ragnarok, no fighting. You might hurt him..."

"That's the point," the demon mused, slipping on a large pair of boots. He grunted, "Besides, hangin' down here waitin' for you all day will probably be boring." He then slowly stood up, steadying himself on a nearby wall as a light smile graced his face, "Wanna watch me? Have your self a good time, if ya don't worry."

"But I have to worry!" his meister pouted, it's lips quivering, "y-you're still a monster. You might hurt him, or a lot of people, and I don't want you to have a bad reputation..." It shook it's head slightly, flicking some hair out of it's eyes. "You're nicer than you seem."

Ragnarok laughed, "To you. I'm nicer to you." He lazily crossed his arms over his chest, "And that's just because you'd cry if I wasn't." Turning to it, he unfolded his arms and set his hands on his hips, "Now, how do I look? I think I look like I can take someone out in a crappy schoolyard rumble."

His partner shrugged, "I guess that looks like something you'd wear." Chrona looked him over, trying to relax itself - he did look a good deal more intimidating than he did in the scraps he was wearing before. He was now in a sleeveless, V-neck black shirt with a white collar, a gray studded belt that looped around his midsection, and a pair of slim black jeans. A pair of large, metal studded bracers sat around his wrists.

He eyed it, "I guess I'll take that as a 'you look good', I swear, you're so vague." He chuckled to himself again, tangling his fingers up in his own hair, "Now, come along, if ya want. I have places to be, gupii."

"Oh, look who finally decided to show up!"

At the top of the foyer leading to the courtyard, Black*Star was still waiting, perched on top of the stone guardrailing. "What took you so long, did Chrona use you as a cryin' pillow or something?"

"Shut yer mouth, pipsqueak," Ragnarok growled out. He looked over at Chrona, gesturing to the outer edges of the courtyard, "Oi, why don't you go over to the sidelines and watch or something? Become a part of a growing crowd." With a small nod in assurance, Chrona quickly scuttled off, leaving Ragnarok locked in a staredown with the self-proclaimed 'god'.

"I doubt you can do much without your partner," Black*Star said, a smirk on his face as he hopped off the railing, "So I'll so easy on you and leave this as one on one. Be happy about that, maybe you'll be able to get in, like, a single good punch or something." He looked over his shoulder to his partner, "Sorry, Tsubaki."

Ragnarok smiled as well, "You're just saying that because you don't want any help. Fine by me, I don't really care. Do what you wish. However..." He paused, spreading his legs slightly and arching his back, a demented grin overtaking his expression, "I would be careful what you wish for, kiddo."

Almost as if on command, the demon's back began to bubble up and rip open, revealing a small pair of black vestigial wings that seemed to pulse, stray droplets of black liquid falling from the wing tips as they continued to morph. "If I'm right, I don't think you've ever seen me in battle, have you?" Ragnarok questioned, "I can do some things you only wish you could do."

"So you got some teeny wings and a temper! Not like that's going to be stopping me anytime soon!" Black*Star yelled, pushing himself forward with all of his might and pounding Ragnarok in the gut with his elbow, causing the demon to fly back. Black*Star laughed to himself, "All talk and no fight? Wow, you're boring!"

"Don't get your hopes up!" Ragnarok called as he flew through the air. His small wings flexed and grew briefly, blowing him backwards in a midair somersault that righted him on his feet. Now upright again, Ragnarok jetted himself forward, curling his hand into a fist and pushing the ninja up into the air, then slamming him back down to the stone floor below with a powerful kick. "You're making this too easy, kid!"

Hearing his remark, Black*Star quickly got back up onto his feet, gazing up into the sky where his opponent seemed to float. "I gave you that opening, you bastard! Don't be getting too cocky up there - you may feel high and mighty, but lemme tell ya, you're not!"

Meanwhile, Ragnarok's partner Chrona was silently watching, along with a small smattering of other students. He can fly without me... it thought to itself, sighing, I hope that's not his only saving grace here... A light hand on it's shoulder broke it's train of thought, causing it to stop watching the fight, instead turning it's head to see who it was. "D... Doctor Stein?"

"Are you worrying about him, Chrona?" Stein asked, pushing his glasses further up on his nose with his other hand. He kept a close eye on the demon, who was still taunting Black*Star from the air. "You shouldn't. Seems he likes to think that he'll be fine on his own. I'm personally surprised that he can still use his Black Dragon wings."

"Y-yeah, me too," Chrona replied uncertainly, "but I don't think he should be fighting for very long..." It frowned, "Didn't you say that he'd tire easily? I wouldn't want him passing out in front of everyone."

Stein nodded, "Yes, and I agree. I will stop their little scuffle, but not now." He let go of Chrona's shoulder to turn at the screw in his head, "I want to see what he's capable of on his own. Brute force and flying might simply be his limit."

In the meantime, after throwing more insults and vague threats back and forth, Black*Star jumped up into the air, grabbed onto Ragnarok's foot, and began to throw him down. "I'm getting real tired of you, ya know!" he shouted, flinging him downwards with all of his might, "this time, I won't be giving you any openings!"

Ragnarok hit the ground hard, creating a thick cloud of dust and debris. "Fine by me, brat," he muttered under his breath, taking the opportunity to use the only attack he could if he was blinded. Beta Screech Alpha, he said to himself - almost out of habit - before letting out an earsplitting scream, firing a solid black soundwave high into the air.

From out of the dust, Black*Star flew out as the soundwave hit him full-on. He still managed to land on his feet, clamping his hands over his ears in pain. "Dude, you scream like a demented little girl!" he taunted, wincing at the echoes the seem to bounce everywhere, "Cheap shots and screaming - yeah, you're definitely winning this one!"

"Damn right I am, dumbass," Ragnarok croaked, pushing himself up into a sitting position. He brushed some dust off of his clothing, his wings retracting, "But I'm gonna hand it to ya, for being so smug and whiney, you're putting up a decent fight."

"And that is why," Stein called, emerging from the crowd to stand between the two, "I'm going to put a pause on this one. For now, the winner is undetermined." He looked over his shoulder to the crowd, "Now, all of you, return to class immediately. This fight's ended in a draw."

Black*Star pouted, crossing his arms over his chest, "But Professor...!

Stein turned to the ninja, "You need to get to class too. I think you skip for fights way too much. And as for Ragnarok..." he mused, shifting his sights to the demon, who was currently being helped to his feet (rather reluctantly) by Chrona, "you need to rest. You've exerted yourself enough today. Take it easy."

"Understood, sir," Chrona said, nodding it's head. It tried to wrap one of it's arms around Ragnarok to steady him, "C'mon, Raggy. Stein told me to take care of you. U-um... do you need anything? Like, food or something?"

"I need you to stop touching me," he snapped back, brushing it's arm off as his wings fully retracted back inside of his body. "Take me to the room, let me sleep, and I better wake up to some food. Preferably, some that doesn't taste like crap."

Chrona nodded again, leading him in the long walk back downstairs. "Y-you did really, really well out there, Raggy," it told him, smiling shyly. "I just wish you weren't still so... reckless, I guess."

Ragnarok sighed tiredly, "Yeah, yeah, thanks, I guess." he stuffed his hands in his pants pockets, "Just keep quiet and take me down there."