"Mama, Mama, I did it! I did it!" I half-yelled, waving my right arm in the air. "I made my arm into a knife-thingy just like you, see? Mama?" I stared up at my Mama, who had dropped her glass mug on the front porch, breaking it. She looked at me terrified.

"Azalea Eater Evans!" My Mother yelled, grabbing my arm and dragging me inside. She sat me down on the couch and called my Daddy downstairs. A few minute later, he trudged down in a white t-shirt and red boxers. He'd obviously just been woken up by Mama. "Look at this, Soul. Look at what she can do!" Daddy glanced down at my arm and was dumbfounded.

"A-Azalea? How did you do that!" Daddy said, rushing up to me and sitting down next to me. I looked down guiltily.

"W-Well, I saw Mama do it once, a-and I wanted to do it. I don't know how I did it, Daddy! I just thought about it and this happened!" I answered as I held up my arm. Mama and daddy looked at each oher knowingly.

"Honey?" Daddy asked.

"Yeah?"

"You can't do this in front of other people, 'Kay?" I nodded "Only us. I'll teach you how to do it, so that you'll have something else to do besides sticking you nose into alchemy books," Daddy chuckled. "Now, do you know how to get rid of it?" I shook my head. "Okay, all you have to do is concentrate on it going away, and think about what your arm usually looks like. That's how I did it."

"Woah! You can do it too, Daddy?" He nodded. I smiled as I closed my eyes, then thought about my flesh arms, how they were slightly tanned from being outside for so long, and how my nails were painted green, and they matched my eyes. I then felt a tingling in my right arm. I got scared so I opened my eyes, just to see that they were back to normal.

"YAY! Mama, Daddy, I did it!" I laughed while my parents smiled. "Mama, Daddy?" Mama answered first.

"Yes darling?" I fidgeted for a moment.

"Um, I was wondering if, maybe, you could...-thingy?"

"Huh?" I sighed.

"I was wondering if you could teach me how to fight with alchemy and my knife arm thing." I looked up at her with puppy-dog eyes. 'I hope Uncle Kid and Aunt Tsubaki can teach me too!' Mom scratched her head.

"Well, I can't help you with Alchemy, because we both suck at it. But, we can teach you all that we know about fighting. But we will only teach you if you promise us you will never use your special abilities unless you are in a very bad situation. I nodded my head with a determined glint in my eyes. Even though I was only eight at the time, I had a great vocabulary from all the books I had read, just like Mama. "Good. Well, I guess your Daddy can teach you all he knows first, then I will, 'cause i'm way more advanced then him, so..."

"HEY!" Daddy screamed shaking his fist around. I laughed, clutching my stomach. After my short giggling fit, Daddy went back upstairs to change into normal clothes. He chose to wear a plain red t-shirt and jeans. When he came back he led me outside to train.

"First, I want to tell you one thing. The weapon that appears on your arm is not a knife, but a scythe. You got it?" I nodded as he continued. "Okay, now that that's covered, I want you to concentrate on bringing your scythe back to your right arm."

"Okie Dokie!" I said cheerfully. I glared at my arm with all my might, and thought back to when I summoned my scythe arm and remember all of the details. I then realized it looked just like Mama's, except while hers had black, mine had dark blue. Soon enough, a flash of light appeared on my arm, and in it's place, the scythe was there. I grinned smugly as Daddy smiled and clapped for me.

"Good job! Now turn it back." Daddy bluntly said. I stuck out my bottom lip and did as I was told. When my arm was back to normal, he made me turn it back into a scythe. We continued that for about thirty minutes, and my arm ached. I was about to keep on changing it back and forth, but Daddy stopped me.

"Oh! You can stop now!" I glared at him.

"You weren't paying attention, were you!" I yelled, waving my arms up in the air.

"Well, you sure get your temper from your Mom," he mumbled to himself. "Ah, I have to tell you stuff, about why you have that arm, don't I?" I nodded, my arms crossed. I was still mad.

"Well, where me and your Mom come from, there's this school, called Death Weapon Meister Academy, AKA DWMA. That's no normal school, you see. At this school, there's two different types of people. Meisters are people with exceptional soul wavelengths (A soul wavelength is the rhythm of someones soul) and are paired with certain Death Weapons. I'll tell you about them later. Each Meister has a rank, and there are three different ranks, one-star, two-star, and three-star, with the one-stars being the lowest and the third-stars being the highest. Now, Demon Weapons are people who can change into a weapon. At DWMA, Death Weapons are paired up with Meisters. But a Death Weapon can't just partner up with any old Meister, they're soul wavelengths have to match. If they don't match, nothing will happen and the Meister probably will hardly be able to even pick up the Death Weapon. " I interrupted him by raising my hand as if I was in school. "Yes?"

"Does that mean I'm a weapon?" Daddy shrugged.

"Maybe, your Mother is a Meister, but she can still activate her Death Weapon, but she's the only one known to be able to do that, but since your her daughter, maybe you're both, since I'm a Death Weapon. Your Mother and I were partners, back in the day." he answered. "Now, as I was saying, do you know why we needed to have weapons and stuff and what they were for?" I shook my head. "To hunt Kishin," Daddy said bluntly. "Kishin are corrupted souls. Their souls become corrupted when they eat human souls. Gross, huh? Some are crazy strong, and some are just plain weak. Once a Kishin is destroyed, us Death Weapons get to eat their sooouuuullsss..." Daddy said in a creepy voice as he wriggled his fingers.

"Dad!" I said annoyed as he messed up my hair.

"Aw, you act so grown up sometimes!" I smirked. "Okay, okay, I'm almost finished, one more thing. After a Death Weapon eats ninety-nine Kishin souls, and one Witch soul, that person becomes a Death Scythe. Okay, I'm done," Daddy says, falling backwards onto the grass as he mumbles to himself, "That long explanation was so uncool..." Daddy then chuckled to himself.

"Daddy?" I ask, crawling over to him, my arm back to normal.

"Yeah?"

"Where is Death Weapon Meister Academy? I wanna go there!" I said cheerfully. Daddy cringed and sighed.

"Far, far away. No one here can go there."

"Why Daddy? Can't we just pack up our thing and go there?" He shook his head.

"I think I should tell you something, Darling," I looked at him curiously as he sat back up, his back facing me. "A long, long time ago, when your Mother, Uncle Kid, Uncle Star, Aunt Patty, Aunt Liz, Aunt Tsubaki and I were either fifteen, or somewhere around there, we were fighting a very, very strong Kishin, the first Kishin ever, Asura. We all almost died. Your Mother was the one to destroy him. But, fight before he died, he did something he, he put some kind of spell on us, and it sent us to a different world. Heck, we're still in that different world he sent us. We have no clue how to go back. The only communication we have with our old world is by, going to a window or a mirror, get it all fogged up by breathing on it, and write the numbers 42-42-564 (AN: I've got this memorized...I've got waaaaayyy too much time on my hands...) with your finger. I remembered the numbers by this saying: 42-42-564, If you wanna knock on Death's door. Oh, Yeah, I forgot to mention the principle is Death himself. But he's really nice!" I froze now knowing that Death is the principle! Death! An idea popped in my mind. I wanted to talk to Death. I knew he couldn't hurt me through a window, right? I stood up, Daddy watching me curiously as I went to the back porch (since we were in the back yard), blew onto the window a few times, then wrote the numbers in as I recited the rhyme Daddy had told me. As soon as my index finger left the window, I heard a sound come from it. It sounded like a phone ringing.

"HELLLLOOO!"

"EEK!" I fell backwards, staring, shocked at what I saw. He was wearing all black, as far as I could see, and his face was like a circle with three long points sticking out the bottom. 'So this is Death?'Death suddenly spoke.

"Well, your not from Shibusen, are, little one?" I shook my head as I stood up and smiled.

"Nope. My name's Azalea! And I'm guessing your name is Death?" I asked tilting my head. He nodded enthusiastically.

"You could call me Shinigami too, if you'd like! May I ask what your full name is?" I nodded, smiling cheekily.

"Sure! It's Azalea Eater Albarn!" At that exact moment my Daddy decided to come over.

"I see you've met Azalea, huh, Shinigami-Sama?"

"This is your daughter, Soul Eater?" Daddy nodded, grinning.

"Yup. We just found out that she's a Death Weapon. She might be a Meister, too, but we haven't tested out that theory yet."

"OOOH, Spirit will be glad to hear this! I'll be right back," Death exclaimed. Daddy groaned.

"What's the matter, Daddy? And who's Spirit?"

"Spirit's the matter, and he's your Grandpa. He's probably all old and wrinkled now anyways."

"Aw, don't be so mean Daddy, he's probably prefectly-"

"WAAAAA-HAAAAA!" I was immediately cut off when someone nearly jumped on me, through the freaking window. Instead, the person half-hugged me. I looked over at the the person, and saw that he was a man with dark red hair, and for what I could see, he was wearing a formal black jacket.

"Grandpappy?" He looked at me with hearts in his eyes.

"KAWAII!" (AN:Kawaii means cute) Daddy groaned again in the background.

"Hey," Daddy said, causing everybody to glance at him, except me, since I was being held in a death grip. "Could you leave my daughter alone, she's got to train!" Spirit immediately let go of me and I stumbled backwards.

"You Bastard! You think I can't spend time with my Granddaughter? How heartless!" Daddy just rolled his eyes.

"Come on Spirit!" Death said. "Your substituting for class 5-2, remember?" Grandpappy sighed.

"Don't worry," I whispered to him. "I'll call you tonight!" He smiled and nodded. (AN: Let's pretend that Spirit has one of those mirror thingys in his room, 'kay?) Him and Death waved and I waved back, smiling as the window went back to normal.

"Okay, I want you to chop down that tree over there using your scythe, 'kay?" Daddy pointed to a large maple tree, which was probably 20-25 feet around. Daddy was training me like crazy! He made me run three laps around the fence (The fence wraps around the border of the house-which was eleven acres.), then do fifty push-ups, one hundred jumping jacks, 75 sit-ups, and know he was making me chop down a flippin' huge tree! But I couldn't complain. I promised myself I would get stronger. I nodded and walked up to the tree, determined. I summoned my Scythe quite easily and fast, since when I took a break, Daddy would make me transform my arm, back and forth. He even made me try to made the scythes come out of my back, legs, and other arm. It worked. I took the first swing at it. It hardly made a dent. I stuck out my bottom lip.

"If you keep on training, then you could break that tree straight in half with just one blow!" Daddy yelled to me from his spot on a bench. I grinned. That was my new goal. Break a tree in half. With just one hit. I hit in, over and over. Each time I hit the tree, it made a loud clunk! By this time the sun was beginning to set. I kept hitting it, not stopping. I was so determined. I wanted to show Daddy and Mama how strong I could be, even if I was so little.

"Hey!" Daddy called out to me. "I'll make a bet with you. If you can break that tree in half before nine, then I'll teach you how to use your soul wavelength to make your blows way stronger. Then you'd be way stronger!" I smiled cutely.

"'Kay!"

"Halfway there," I mumbled to myself. By this time it was night and Daddy had gone inside. He'd left our bright back porch light on, and I wasn't that far from the back porch, so the light reached me. My arm hurt very bad, and I was scared since neither Mama nor Daddy were outside, but I wasn't about to voice it. "I won't give up," I whispered.

"Azalea, It's time for dinner!" I almost transformed my arm back and ran inside, but I couldn't. I didn't even stop.

"Could you put it in the fridge for me Mama? I really need to finish this."

"Sure Honey. Just don't stay out too late, and remember, we're watching you, so don't worry!" I smiled and closed my eyes for a moment, resulting in me missing the tree and only hitting air, causing me to fall on my face. Mama began laughing.

"Mama," I whined. "I could've died!" She just smiled and waltzed back inside. I glared at the floor and saw that I was bleeding. I freaked out. "E-Eh? Why is there-" I stopped when I saw that in my normally red blood, there was black droplets. I screamed a bloodcurdling scream when it healed itself. Mama and Daddy rushed out to me.

"What's wrong Azalea?" Mama asked.

"I-I, there's b-black stuff in my, my blood! Mama it healed itself and all the blood went back into my boo-boo!" Mama and Daddy looked at me, terrified and shocked.

"Listen," Daddy said, gripping my shoulders lightly. "Sometimes, when you dream, there might be a little red guy in a black suit. Don't listen to anything he says. You can be friends with him, but don't listen to him! If there's anyone else there, don't listen to that person, either, okay?" I nodded, scared. I immediately made the scythe go away.

"Honey," Mama said, "How about you go take a shower, eat, then go to bed, okay?"

"But I've gotta finish-"

"The bet's off tonight, you can start again tomarrow," Daddy offered. I nodded, and went inside.

-Maka's POV--

'I can't believe my little Angel has the Black Blood. I might as well go inside and call everyone. They ought to know.'

"Well she's sure full of surprises, isn't she?" Soul muttered, chuckling. I joined in and nodded. We then walked inside. Soul sighed and sat down at the dining table next , finishing his dinner quietly. I fast-walked upstairs and walked into our bedroom, where the telephone was. I dialed Kid's number first. After a few moments, Tsubaki answered. Her and Kid got married eight years ago, when I was pregnant with Azalea.

"Hello?"

"Hey Tsubaki, It's Maka."

"Oh! Hi Maka! Do you need to talk to Kid?"

"Nah, I'll talk to you, but could you tell Kid what I'm going to tell you?" I answered, "It's about Azalea."

"What about your little Angel Azalea?"

"Well, we just found out today, that she can summon a scythe like Soul."

"Ah! That's great! So she's a Death Weapon," Tsubaki said sadly.

"Maybe. We think she might be able to handle Death Weapons too, like me. Why were you sad about Azalea might being a Death Weapon?"

"Ah, It's just that, Nikolai is a Death Weapon, and I thought that him and Azalea could be partners..."

"Hm, that's a pretty good idea! Do you have any plans for tomarrow?" I asked excitedly.

"No, Why?" Tsubaki asked.

"Maybe you can come over tomorrow!"

"Ah, that'd be great! I'll go ask Kid now," I could hear Tsubaki put down the phone, and she could slightly hear her small footsteps. A few minutes later, she came back.

"Kid's fine with it. He said he can't wait to see Azalea again, he says that she's the most symmetrical thing ever," Tsubaki said, laughing. "So, do you think Soul will be fine with it?" I waved her hand around as if telling someone to 'Shoo'.

"Yeah, he'll be fine," I replied.

"Maka?"

"Yes?"

"Do you...Do you think we might ever be able to go back, home?" Ouch. That wasn't a topic I had wanted to talk about. In all honesty, I missed Dad so much. I wished I'd never had been so mean to him, oh so long ago.

"I...I don't know, Tsubaki, I don't know." With that, I hung up.

-AUTHOR'S NOTE!

My...Fingers...HURT!

I hope ya liked it!