I own nothing. If I did Kiddo-Kun would have a mommy and Shinigami-Sama would have a human form. OH and KidxMaka for Sure :3 Plz R&R and tell me what you think for me to continue.
There was a disturbance in the soul barrier around Death City. He sensed it when Maka and Soul had returned from their fatal mission in Italy. It was very faint, but he knew who it was. Bouncing up to his mirror, he watched intently as spirals of mist began to form an image of a young girl… no a young woman.
He watched as her body rebuilt itself from the ash that lay around her naked form. At first glance you would think that she had been sexually harassed and left for dead, but the old shinigami knew better than that. This young woman was being reborn into her new life. He had remembered the first time that he had met the beautiful creature. She had been an elite guard in his army, his right hand man - woman. She was extremely powerful, strong-willed, smart, beautiful and dangerous. She was absolutely perfect… until that fateful night with the Kishin.
Shaking his head from such dreadful memories he continued to watch the young woman as she stood up on shaky legs. Although she was completely nude it seemed that she didn't care about modesty as she staggered forward, trying to keep her balance. Her long snowy hair clung to her sun kissed skin in thick, messy ringlets. His eyes roved the rest of her hour glass figure noticing every detail was still the same even though she was covered in a thin sheet of sweat, ash and dirt (as she was on the very edge of the city), but was overall free of any wounds or scars. There were thick black rings that curved under her eyes, indicating exhaustion. And the gold color of her eyes was dull compared to their normal vibrancy. She needed his help.
"Spirit…"
Spirit, current Death Scythe, looked up from his cup of tea when he heard the shinigami call his name. "Yes, Shinigami-Sama?"
The 7 foot tall shadow turned to his death scythe, his masked face serious (well as serious as it can get for him in his form). "I need you to go north of the city and retrieve someone for me…"
One of Spirits red brows rose to his hairline, confused and curious. "Well, of course, Shinigami-Sama. But, are you sure that is a good idea…?"
The old spirit stared intently at his death scythe
"Yes," he said, his tone dark with seriousness. "She's a very important person in this battle and she could definitely be of great use to us."
Spirit stood to his full height, shoved his hands into his pockets and walked up to the large mirror and gazed at the image. This was an obvious mistake because as soon as the death scythe saw the young beauty he was fawning over it like a love struck school boy.
"Oh my Shinigami-Sama," he said with such infatuation, small animated hearts bubbling around the red head and in his blue eyes. "What a lovely young little minx you have chosen for me to…"
Shinigami felt a tick in his temple and felt his right hand twitch upon reflex, "REAPER CHOP!"
Spirit landed face first into ground, his sentence coming to a dead halt, and a small fountain of blood bursting from the back of his head. He would defiantly still be seeing stars when he recovered, but that was beside the point.
"Spirit…," the Death God spoke, his voice taking on its original menacing tone. The death scythe looked up at his wielder knowing now was not the time to act his flirtatious antics. "This woman is very important to me… You are not to cause her physical harm. Just apprehend her and bring her to me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," Spirit spoke, seriously. "But, if you don't mind me asking? Why is she so important to you?"
The death shadow sighed and turned to his comrade. He knew this day would come so it was unavoidable. Not that he was trying to avoid it, by all means no. In fact he was thrilled. It was just the explaining he wasn't ready for.
So with a heavy sigh, "she, Death Scythe, is Phoenix Lillian Rothen. She is my wife and mother to Kid…"