Hi readers! I just wanted to say that I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing for you guys. Just an FYI, the story might be a little fast paced, but not too fast I hope?

Lets begin!

.:Prologue:.

"Sir,you called?" a short girl asked the tall man who was enveloped in shadows.

"Yes," the man spoke in a deep, monotone voice. "I need you to go check out a kishin disturbance in Paris."

"Oh, of course." the girl bowed and smirked. Hear that Soul? Another mission in Paris!

"Good luck, Scythe Meister Maka Albarn." the shadowy figure wished her luck and Maka left the Death Room to get ready for her flight to Paris.

.:24 hours later:.

Maka was sitting on her flight back to Death City. Her partner was asleep in the seat front of her. She was amazed at how unfazed her partner can be after they killed the kishin. She looked up to the ceiling of the plane, then back down to the girl that slept in her lap. Maka let out a sigh and turned to the window on her right. She fogged it up with her breath and started writing a set of numbers with her gloved hand.

"42-42-564, whenever you want to knock on Death's door," she whispered while writing the numbers on the window, and a familiar face popped up. "Scythe Meister Maka reporting."

"I take it your mission was a success?"

"Yes, but there were a few complications, Lord Death."

Death nodded for her to explain the situation.

"Well, the kishin had burned down several houses and stolen the souls of the people living there long before Soul and I showed up. It was in the process of burning down another house when we got there. The only people living in that house was a mother and her three-year-old child. We weren't able to save the mother. She had already inhaled too much smoke, but we were able to save the child," she said, gesturing to the sleeping girl on her lap who started to stir and awaken.

Death looked down to see a small girl with short,spiked blonde hair that had two locks of hair longer than the rest twisted over her chest. His eyes widened as she looked up to him with curious, yellow eyes with slightly slit pupils. "M-Medusa?" he gasped.

"That's who I thought of, too, at first," she nodded in agreement. " Her name is Kaity. She doesn't have a last name – for all I know, at least – and she's only about three-years-old. To lose her mother at this age..." Suddenly, Maka's face lit up. "We could train her as a meister-"

"Once you get off the plane, come to the school as quickly as possible. Don't forget the girl," he said sternly,still staring at Kaity who was attempting to sit upright.

"Whatever you say, Kiddo~!" Maka replied jokingly, trying to lighten his mood.

He looked a little angry. " I told you not to call me that anymore. I'm a full reaper now!" Maka laughed and looked away from the window to see her partner slightly stirring from his sleep.

Kaity was now wide awake in Maka's lap, staring intently at the window. "Ooooooooo~!" Kaity was now reaching up to the window and put her hands all over it just to see everyone's reactions.

"Gah!" Maka exclaimed, pulling her from the window and setting her down in the seat next to her.

The image rippled and disappeared. Kaity started giggling, and Maka couldn't help but sigh and start playing with Kaity to keep her entertained.

.:2 hours later:.

Maka opened the door to the Death Room and walked in, holding Kaity's hand with Soul falling asleep at the entrance. As they walked down the guillotine hallway, Kaity started giggling at the bright blue cloudy,sky and sandy ground with black half-crosses sticking up from the ground. The room seemed to go on forever.

"We're here, Lord Death," Maka bowed and Kaity was still laughing like mad.

Two girls sitting on the couch wave to Maka and Kaity as they walked in. "Welcome back, Maka," Death nodded in her direction and a little boy stuck his head out from behind his father's shadowy cloak.

"Daddy, who're these people?"the little boy asked his father.

"Carter, this is Maka Albarn," he said, gesturing to Maka who was currently playing with Kaity.

"Daddy, I know who she is but who is the little girl?" Carter questioned curiously.

"This little girl's name is Kaity," Maka replied to Carter.

Carter slowly walked over to Kaity. He then sat down next to her and started to tickle her. They were both laughing quite a bit, but Kaity the most. As Carter was playing with Kaity, Maka and Lord Death were deep in conversation.

"Sir, we could turn her into a meister. She doesn't have to know why she looks like this. Maybe one of us should take her in. I don't think I could trust anyone else to take her in," Maka said, with her back to the two children so she was facing the large mirror in the back of the room.

"I agree. And since I have already prepared for her arrival, I will take her in as my daughter. She doesn't need to know what happened to her birth parents...Yet..." he agreed, facing the same way as Maka. The image on the mirror was of Kaity's once large house. Now a pile of ashes.

"Yes," Maka nodded, tension thick in the air. The only people who seemed to notice were the twin weapons sitting on the couch to the right of Maka and Lord Death."You'd better go get Kaity settled in your manor, then. And don't forget to explain the situation to Carter and why he'll be having an adopted sister for as long as he lives."

Lord Death turned around, the shadows of his cloak swishing around him. "Son, grab your things. We're going home," he said, using shadows to pick the two children up from their play session. "We will talk once we get home." He let the two kids down as his two weapons stood and stretched.

" 'Kay dad." Carter said, picking up a bag at the edge of the white floor they stood on. Maka watched his father as he picked up Kaity and put her piggy-back style around his neck. Soul was now awake and just standing.

As the four people left the room, Maka accidentally used her soul perception to look at Kaity's soul. She immediately gasped. She couldn't believe what she saw. 'What's going on? Her soul is normal but there was something interrupting my view. A witch's soul protect? No...'

She finished that thought. 'A pure witch's soul hiding from view.'

.:Prologue End:.

Hi again! I planned for this to be uploaded on the fourth but I was incredibly busy so I could finish it and put it up. Well I hope you enjoyed the prologue. I hope to get the first chapter up soon. Please review~!

-Shouran