YAY! I wanted to get this off my mind. I was having a rough time deciding which anime to give this to, Soul Eater (Black*StarxMakaxKid) or Vocaloid (RintoxRinxLen)

So yeah.

Disclaimer: Mhm, yeah sorry I pity your soul if you ever think I own Soul Eater.

Chapter 1: HE'S A PIRATE!

I sat there, swinging my legs back and forth, watching the sunrise. It was fantastic. No disruptions. None of those.

I hummed an old rhyme as the birds tweeted along.

"HIME-SAMA!"

And that is where my happy morning ends.

"HIME-SAMA! Your parents told you to stay in bed! You're body is still weak!" Her maid explained.

I sighed and jumped down. Walking past a hall, I bumped into a rich man, holding papers full of unfair negotiations and trades.

"Watch out, little kid." He spat.

I charged my hard-cover pocket book into his skull. He looked at the unfamiliar pony-tails of mine as well as the Shinigami pendant on my heart.

"It can't be, you're, you are!"

"Maka Albarn, daughter of Shinigami-sama's faithful right-hand man, Spirit."

Maka laid on her bed, bored.

"HIME-SAMA!" Her made called again.

"You're going to your grand-father's for the weekend. Here's your train ticket, you'll be departing tomorrow." Her maid informed, soon leaving the room.

"Grand-father. All he cares about is business after grandma died." Maka muttered.

Reluctantly, Maka packed a suitcase with her necessities as he stomach churned.

"I have a bad feeling about this."

Next Day:

Only Spirit, her dad, sent her off.

"BE SAFE!" He cried.

Maka rolled her eyes, "I'm pretty sure I won't get kidnapped. You don't need to worry."

Shinigami-sama came out and chopped Spirit with his hands.

"Have a good trip!" They said together.

To think Shinigami-sama sent me off, unbelievable, Maka thought.

She headed off to the station with passing through the sales market.

Maka boarded the train, opening the first-class rooms. She dozed off. That was until she heard a gun shot.

She gasped.

Foot-steps crept closer and closer. It stopped beside the door next to hers. The foot-steps entered the room and she heard people's cries.

'SPARE US!'

'LET US LIVE!'

'I HAVE A FAMILY TO GET BACK TO!'

"Irrelevant." A voice echoed. The foot-steps started again after three gunshots. The person was right in front of Maka's door.

For self-defence purposes, she opened her bag and grabbed on her largest dictionary. Yes people, a large dictionary is a necessity in life.

The door opened and revealed a pale cat. Maka sighed in relief as she put away her book.

"Come here." She smiled, blinking for just a second. The second she opened it, a group of men shot the cat down.

The people started talking to each other in a language Maka barely knew.

She has a pendant? Spirit's daughter? They have permission to kidnap from boss?!, Maka panicked.

After a few sighs from the men, one finally approached Maka.

"We won't," His English was very poor. "We won't hurt you."

Yes you will!, Maka worried.

Screams were heard from the group in the back.

They said what sounded like the killed people in back's names.

Two people stood there, only thing they could see were their figures. What they were wearing, their face, it wouldn't show. The moon wouldn't let it show.

"We beat the up, what now?" One of the two said.

"Take care of this girl." The other said.

And her world turned black.

"Maka! Maka!" A voice yelled.

"Mom?" She asked. "MOM!"

"I'm afraid I don't have much time. But, your life will take a drastic change after you wake up."

"What are you talking about?"

"Take this." Her mom handed her a glowing light. Once Maka received it, a bracelet was planted on her wrist.

"Say, 'Reappear'. And any weapon of your choice will appear. But only you could wield it."

"Reappear: Scythe." She giggled. "But scythes are-"

She cut herself off by admiring the scythe in her hand.

"Be careful." Her mom gave a smile and left.

Maka woke up, rubbing her eyes.

Of course that was just a dream, no bracelet can actually do that. Maka gave a sigh of relief. But her eyes widened when she saw the exact same one in her dream on her wrist.

The door opened slowly, and revealed a boy with black hair and 3 lines of white with golden eyes.

"You! You're!"

He smirked, "Seems like you know who I am."

"No, I don't. But your eyes like nice." Maka complimented.

He sighed and sat down on a crate. "Look, do you have any idea what the situation you're in?"

"I think I'm on a boat with a bratty kid."

His head raised when she said bratty. "Did you just? I think we're the same age! Plus I'm taller than you!"

"Hmm!?" Maka hummed in anger. "Your birthday then!"

"September 2nd, 1666." He replied quickly.

"You were born when the Great Fire of London." Maka explained.

He was speechless. He could barely say anything except for, "And how would you know?"

"Because the author did a speech on it and told me, duh."

"You rude kid!" The boy stuck his tongue.

Maka observed the room when the boy was ranting on her manners.

Crates, ropes scattered everywhere, pictures of fish and a hook on the ground which must be his, Maka's eyes suddenly gleamed with sparkles. HE'S A PIRATE!

"Nice to meet you, pirate-san."

The boy stared her down with his golden eyes. "How would you get the conclusion that I'm a pirate?"

Maka jumped and shook his hand. "I've never met a real pirate!"

"So who exactly do you think I am?"

"A-bratty-kid-who's-a-pirate-and-loves-fish-and-was-born-the-day-of-a-great-fire."

The boy face-palmed. "Why did I even ask? I'm Death The Kid, call me Kid. Oh, and I'm not a pirate."

Maka's eyes gleamed with more sparkles, "How could you not be a pirate? I have proof you are!"

Kid grinned, "Then prove I'm a pirate who loves fish."

"First, I'll explain why you love fish. Well, simply look at the walls, they're filled with picture of fish! And I really don't hear anything else from outside so probably you're the only one here. Wait, that mean you're the captain!"

"Sorry, this a ship I hijacked."

Maka's eyes widened, her impression of him changed in an instant.

"I also have a comrade. He's steering the ship. We're thieves."

"Then why am I here? My dad is going to be worried. Not like I care though." Maka said the last sentence quietly.

The door slammed open and revealed a boy with blue hair. "YAHOOO! BLACK*STAR HAS ARRIVED!"

Kid kicked him and smiled back to Maka. "Yeah, this is my companion. We're both famous thieves. Surprised you haven't hear-"

The rest of his words were cut off as Maka fell to the ground.

"What's wrong?" Black*Star asked, concerned.

Maka's eyes went blurry, "I, I'm hungry."

Black*Star ran up the stairs and came back a second later, tossing an apple to her and panting.

With delight, Maka ate the apple and smiled. "It's good."

And a probably unnoticeable tint of pink crept onto their faces.

This can't be happening, The two boys thought at the same time.

Was it long? Probably not...

The speech thing I did was Concours sur le grand feu de Londres. Well that is if you're in French Immersion. I was chosen as a representative from my class and I had to perform it in the library of my school in front of 3 French-speaking judges and it hurt me so much. Near the end of the day, they announced the qualifiers for next competition and I was chosen for my age group! So happy ^.^

[So don't ruin my happiness with flames!]

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~BAI