Me: A story I made about two years ago. Before I even knew about Fanfiction. I also have a few others, but I have to go on my glitchy computer. I do my stories on my laptop.

?: Kyla doesn't own Soul Eater, she only owns me and my weapons.

Me: If I DID own Soul Eater, Crona's true gender would be female and she and Kid would be together.

Tara: I'm telling you for the last time: Crona is a BOY!

Me: No, GIRL! *keeps arguing about gender with Tara*

?: *sigh* Enjoy

All you hear is the cry, the crying sound, of a child, a little girl. Her pink hair waving back and forth as she shakes her head.

Why is she crying you ask? Well, I guess I'll tell you the story.

But you're not going to like it. You're wondering who I am, right?

Well, I have no name, but I'm called Demon most of the time. I'm the insanity inside of a boy called Soul Eater Evans.

But this isn't his story; it's a story about a Shimigami and a Witch. It started about ten years ago, in a forest near a witch's house named Medusa.

A little girl, running, running away from her problems.

But she's just running into trouble. Her white, choppy, hair swaying rapidly behind her. Her aqua blue eyes filled with tears and her pale skin bleeding black blood.

She trips on a root and falls face first into the mud with a big splash. She stays still, she's not dead mind you, she doesn't move a single muscle.

She flinches and squeezes her eyes closed when footsteps come near. The footsteps stop, a hand rests on her shoulder. She's too scared to move.

"Hey, are you okay?" a voice asks her.

Her eyes snap open, it wasn't Medusa's voice, but whose is it?

She slowly lifts her head to meet a pair of golden eyes. She ducks her head from the person's eyes and doesn't say a word. She stares at the mud puddle under her and tried to see the person's reflection, but failed to see it.

"Well, at least you're alive," the voice says, "But, I think you should get out of that puddle, you're getting your wounds dirty."

"Why do you even care," the person was stunned of what the girl had said.

"Well... Um-"

"How about you leave me alone. And don't talk to me, I don't know how to deal with it."

The person cleared his throat, "Can you at least lift you head so you can see me?"

The girl froze, 'Is it a kishin in disguise?' she thought.

She slowly lifted her head and looked up. Her eyes widened, a boy.

"That's better," the boy said, "Now, would you like to tell me your name?"

The girl's heart beat quickened and was starting to sweat madly. His golden eyes memorized her.

'I have never seen anyone here before,' she thought, 'What is he doing here? Doesn't he know it's dangerous out here?'

She studied his clothes; it looked like a black suit with a skull pendent in the middle of his collarbone. She looked up to his face, his skin was almost as pale as hers, but her skin is as white a snow. Lastly, she studied his hair; it was as black as her blood and three white stripes ran on the left.

"Can you stop staring at the stripes." the boy said in frustration.

The girl tried to get up, but slipped on her feet and landing on her bottom.

"Owwww..." she grimaced. Tears started to form in her little blue eyes, "I-I'm sorry, you can punish me if you want to," she stammered, she started to cry softly "I deserve it."

The boy's eyes widened, "Why would I do that?" the boy asked. The little girl started to cry harder.

The boy started to freak out, "Oh god, I'm sorry for what I said! I just don't like it when people stare at my stripes! Please don't cry!" the little boy started to sweat nervously.

The girl looks up to him, her bangs covering her eyes.

"That's better. Now, let's see those eyes of yours." the boy reached out and moved her bangs away from her eyes.

She flinched at the sudden touch and froze again. "What pretty eyes you have," the boy said. The girl blushes at the sudden comment, "Perfectly symmetrical. Oh, sorry for my rudeness, my name is Death the Kid, and you are?" Kid asked.

She didn't want to say her name, but it slithered out her mouth like one of Medusa's snakes, "Neji… Neji Gorgon."

"Neji... what a beautiful name,"

Neji blushed harder, "T-t-thanks... I guess..." she answered. "But... what's wrong with your stripes, they look fine to me."

Kid's face turned red from that comment, "Ummm... *cough* well umm... What are you doing in the forest?"

BANG! It shot Neji like a bullet, she REALLY didn't want to answer, "Pass..." she said quitely.

Kid was about to say something, but he heard another voice, calling Neji's name, "NEJI! WHERE ARE YOU!?" The voice came closer.

Neji tried to get up and run, but it was too late, 'She found me.' she thought.

A woman ran up to Kid and Neji, "There you are, I was looking all over for you," she said in a "sweet" voice, "Oh, hello, you must be Shimigami-sama's kid, what are you doing here?" she said while picking up Neji to her feet.

"Oh, well I just was just on a walk around the forest." Kid said.

"Oh that's alright, I'm Doctor Medusa, but I think you already know me, don't you?" Kid didn't listen. He just kept staring at Neji. She had fear writing all over her face and mouthed 'Help me' to Kid.

He was confused then turned to Medusa, "I think I'll be heading home now," He bowed, "Sorry for taking you time."

Neji started to panic. Kid turned and started to walk away. Neji freaked out and got out of Medusa's grasp.

She ran up to Kid and grabbed his arm, "Please! Don't leave me! I don't want to be punished anymore!" Neji yelled.

Kid was shocked with the sudden touch. But it disappeared not long, "I'm sorry, you may go now." Medusa said while grasping Neji's arm.

Her snake like eyes stared at him. Giving him shivers down his spine. He summoned Bulzibud, his skateboard, to take him home. He turned his head to see a little Neji crying.

Why is she crying?

Me: Well this is first story #3, I already posted #2. Please don't point anything out like too much talking. I was 11 when I made these (or was it 12?) and I'm trying my hardest to fix em.

Tara: Do not flame or complain. But Read & Review.

Me: I really don't care anymore.