Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater, Soul Eater is the property of Atushi Ohkuba. The storyline is based of of the Soul Eater comic strips drawn on Deviantart by Animegirl-Luna titled Kid's helper, who's given me permission to write this fanfic. Rights to Maka's outfit also goes to it's creator. (For a full length coloured drawing of Maka in the outfit, go to Animegirl-Luna's page)

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Chapter 1: The New Girl

When you die, your soul leaves your body and takes the form of a ghost of yourself. Then the first thing you see is your own dead body and everything happening around you. That is what is happening to the poor young man who's was shot dead during a mugging. He was leaning against the wall crying as he saw his wife begging him to come back.

"I'M RIGHT HERE!" he screamed to her. She didn't see or hear him, which added more distress to him. He couldn't take it being near this scene, he felt like he was about to vomit then took off running down the nearby alleyway. He stopped near a trash can and attempted to vomit. But nothing came out. He was dead, soul's don't vomit. Suddenly he heard something bang nearby. He looked up and turned around, trying to see what caused the noise. There was nothing around the place. There was another bang from behind him. He quickly spun around and there was a very old looking woman dressed in rags, but with a black pointed hat. She looked at the man hungrily as she licked her lips. The man terrified at what he saw, made a quick turn and ran down the alley. He could hear the woman chasing him from behind, for someone so old she was quick. The man made one last turn and found himself at a dead end. He turned around to see the hungry old woman approach him with her wart covered hands ready to grab him. He screamed for help, and help did come. Someone landed down in front of the man, whoever it was the old woman recoiled back in fear. The person stood up and held up a badge in front of her. Was he the police?

"I claiming this soul to be passed on witch! Return to the darkness that spawned you, you'll not feed on this soul!" he shouted at the old woman and she screamed out as she faded away into the shadows of the alley. The rescuer put away his badge and turned to the man. The rescuer was what looked like a teenage boy. He had short black hair that had three white stripes going around only the left side of his head and piercing golden eyes. Under his black cloak he wore a black suit of some sorts and his tied looked like a comical grey skull.

"My name is Death the Kid, I am a shinigami, or grim reaper which ever you pick," the rescuer greeted the man.

"Your a grim reaper? Aren't you a little too young to be one?" he asked. Kid sighed and pulled out his notebook.

"Yeah I've heard that many times before," Kid sighed as he flipped through the pages. "Okay everything seems to be in order. It's time for you to move on from this world."

"But I'm not ready to leave! I can't leave!" He shouted back. Kid held the bridge of his nose.

"Yes I've heard -that- many times before as well," Kid muttered with a groan.

"My wife is down that road crying over my body! I demand to be put back in my body and..."

"For death's sake! Your no different from any other spirit that leaves their body so could you just make things easier for me plese?" Kid shouted, taking the man by surprise. Kid sighed and put his notebook away.

"Okay I'm sorry, that...that was very unprofessional of me. Your...going through a lot and you didn't need that I'm...I'm sorry," Kid apologised then leant against the wall with a sigh.

"...rough day?" the man asked.

"More like rough years. I've been doing this for almost five years now and...it's just got so repetitive. Not that I expected any different...I guess the real problem is...is...is that I'd rather I shared this job with someone else," Kid explained. He had no idea why he was explaining this to a complete stranger, but it felt good to just get it off his chest.

"I see. I assume...'reaping souls' is lonely work," the man answered. Kid agreed completely with him. He wanted to have someone with him to talk to and share this experience with him. The burden of delivering these spirits to the afterlife over the years had weighed down greatly on his shoulders more and more recently.

"Yeah...," Kid sighed. He then cleared his head of all thought. He needed to get this job done. With some hand movements he pointed outwards then a portal opened up. The man looked on in amazement as Kid turned to him.

"Through there is where your meant to go. People are waiting for you," Kid said with a smile. The man looked at Kid suspiciously as he hesitated, but he eventually began to walk into the portal. His soul disappeared from view as he entered the portal, then the portal closed itself. Kid nodded to himself then jumped up onto the building he was next to. When he landed on the top he looked at the night sky.

"Damnit I can't believe I lost my temper in front of a spirit! These reaper missions are just too long and...and lonely," Kid sighed. Completely unaware of a portal opening up behind him and someone coming out of it. Kid looked to the ground and shut his eyes. "I just wish there was another..."

"Excuse me sir?" a female voice spoke behind him. Kid turned around to see the girl who called him. There stood dark blond haired girl with pigtails tied up with red ribbons and two shining green eyes staring right into his gold ones. She had small feathered black wings sticking out of her back and flapped together twice. She wore a bloody red shirt high ripped hood, at the moment pulled down, with a black shinigami skull on her neck. Under that was a black top with robe like sleeves and only reached half way her stomach. She had a red belt with red shinigami skulls on each side of her hips and a up ripped reaper robe, that brushed up to her legs but easily showing her legs on the side. On her hands she wore red ripped gloves that covered the first bit of her fingers, and instead of wearing shoes, she wore smaller designs of her belt around each ankle. Kid was never one to stare, but he could not take her eyes off her.

"Hello, are you...Death the Kid?" she asked, a little nervous look on her face. Kid shook his head out of his dazed staring and smiled to her, about to answer.

"Oh...sorry to disturb you sir," she said sadly and began to walk off.

"No wait! I am Death the Kid! Sorry, I seemed to have dazed off into my imagination sorry, but yes I am," Kid said as he quickly grabbed her shoulder to stop her leaving then corrected his posture.

"Oh! Okay well... he told me to give you this," she said handing over an envelope to him, which bore the shinigami skull. Kid took it curiously and opened it. He took out a letter and read to himself.

To my dearest son

This young girl here is a top graded graduate of the academy. She is a very capable girl who I believe can do good in the world. Therefore I've sent her to you to help you in your missions and jobs. I believe you'll find her to be a very productive partner.

Love Lord Death

P.S. Don't think I can't hear what your saying.

Kid eyebrows defiantly rose at the last bit, causing him to shift his eyes from left to right. There were times where he thought his father was stalking him. This letter is just adding to the evidence. She shoved the letter and envelope into his pockets for the time being. His hands then suddenly were taken hold of by the girl and held up in front of them. He couldn't help but blush at this action.

"Hello, I'm Maka Albarn. We're partners now," she said with a big smile and began to laugh happily. Kid also began to smile. Her joyfulness was so contagious. He couldn't help but think how wonderful this girl seemed to him already. Her eyes, her hair, she was...beautiful. Not only that, but completely symmetrical too. She finally released his hands and let them drop to his side.

"Heh, so it seems. Well then come on Maka Albarn, I'll show you to where you'll be staying," Kid said as gentlemanly as possible. Maka giggled slightly.

"Okay, but there was something else I needed to do," Maka said with a confused look. Kid raised an eyebrown. "Oh?"

"Oh yeah! Your father also told me to point out your hair!" She said proudly remembering.

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