Chapter One

The Mysterious Photo Album

(Kid's POV)

"Hey, Kid! When are ya gonna get outta that basement?" Patty yelled at the top of her lungs down at him. "Urgh, as soon as I get this box!" Kid yelled back. It was annoying for him to have to be tugging out a huge box (When did it get here, anyway? It hadn't been there before.) that was making the whole basement assymetrical, to his utter horror.

With a final triumphant tug, Kid pulled out the box. Hmm. What was in it that made it so heavy, not willing to budge? Kid opened the box slowly. Inside was a single, small photo album. Nothing big, nothing bulky, a small photo album that, as he picked it up, weighed only a few ounces. Hmm. Strange. It had a name on it. Shinigami. He knew that name. It was the name of his father. He knew it just as well as he knew his own full name. Death the Kid. He opened the photo album, hoping to see pictures of his father, wondering what his father looked like, not for the first time, he knew. But it was blank. Not a single picture to be seen. Odd. Kid reached out to touch a place where a picture should have been… And felt himself falling into blackness.

When Kid revived, he was nowhere near Wallow Mansion. In fact, he had never been here in his life. It wasn't in Death City, that was for sure! But… If it wasn't Death City, where was it? Kid looked around for answers. "Whoo-hoo!" Guys! Guys! Come check out this view!" Kid whirled around. Behind him, staning on a hill, was… himself! How could this be possible? The figure that looked like him laughed as he glaced around. What was going on here? It looked exactly like him; it had the Sanzu lines, black hair, piercing golden eyes… But it couldn't be! For the figure was horribly and disgustingly unsymmetrical! Although on its jacket (So similar to his own!) it had white lines to mimic those in its hair, they were positioned off center, and its shoulders had spikes coming out, two one one side, three on the other (Where had he seen that before? Why couldn't he remember?)

Slowly, one other figure followed. He wore a long green robe, and a yellow scarf over it. "You couldn't just wait for us?" he asked (Why was he using plural?) "Did you really have to rush up here so quickly?"

"Oh, Hi! Hiya! Took you a long time, eh, Eibon? Of course! You know me! I can't help it!"

"Nonetheless, Shinigami, why can't you wait for us?" Eibon replied, somewhat exasperated. Of course. It was his father.

(Shini's POV)/

Shinigami turned slightly. "Hey, Ashy, are you coming up?"

"No! And stop calling me Ashy, my name's Ashura!" a somewhat smaller boy yelled up at him, his whole body quivering in fear, with a scarf covering his three red eyes. Shinigami only laughed. "It isn't THAT far up, you'll be fine! Nothing to worry about!"

"No!"

And with that, Ashura passed out from a direct Shinigami chop to the head.

"That'll leave a mark."

"Sorry!"

"Why can't you warn before you give those things?"

"Sorry!"

"Why can't you leave him alone, he's fearful enough as it is!"

"Hey! Do you want one, too?" Shinigami gave Eibon a playful look. He never fully listened to the serious comments that his friend made, he was on the whole more playful. Eibon responded with an eyeroll, something he often gave to his less serious friend. "At least don't kill the other half of his brain cells, the ones that aren't completely overwhelmed by fear!"

"Uh, Guys?" Ashura was waking up, and was shivering again. "What's going on?"

"Nothing! Nothing's wrong!" Shinigami laughed. "Father? Is that… Is that you?"

Shinigami froze. What…. What was that noise? It sounded ghostlike, faraway, uncertain… What was it? He turned and caught a glimmer of a soul nearby, and saw (Or at least, he thought so) that a faint, shiming person was standing there, with only his outline showing. He had black hair, the sanzu lines... was this possible? Who was he seeing? "Um... let's maybe go... I think I just saw a ghost of an old shinigami," he whispered to the others. "G-g-ghost?" Ashura whimpered, already locked up in terror. Shinigami rolled his eyes at him. "I only thought I saw something, ya know. It's not like it's gonna jump out and grab us!"

Nonetheless, as they were leaving, Shinigami looked nervously over his shoulder. He didn't understand. Where had the 'ghost' gone to? And what was happening? Something that happened in the past? Why was it haunting him now, so suddenly?

(Kid's POV)/

"I'll follow you, father. I must know what happened in the past. I want to know who you are, what you are behind that mask of yours. I will find you. I will make myself known to you. Because I need to."

And with that, Kid followed his father.

Author's Note: Boy! Am I excited about this! It's my first story up here, and it delves into the life of my second favorite character in Soul Eater! Shinigami-Sama! He doesn't have enough fanfics...

Yes, I do believe that when he was young he was friends with both Eibon and Ashura (Who has a somewhat Crona-like personality XD).