Authors note:

Woooow, hello everyone! So I haven't written/published anything in a really long time, but of COURSE it's my second favorite SE couple to break that dry spell. Ya girl is back with another KiMa loving fic aha. This is unbeta'd, and basically me just screwing around with this idea thats been in my head for a while so if there are any plotholes I wholly apologize. I have already written quite a lot of it, though I only intended it to be a two shot or something but the writer in me demands more.

Some background information:

-Alternate universe! DWMA does not exist here. I've kept most of the relationships the same of course, but just a reminder that any events that happened in the anime/manga did not happen here unless I state it so or flashback to it or something.

-Everyone is around mid twenties in this fic, so they've all grown up and matured quite a bit. I wanted more leeway with characterization so that's why I decided on them being so much older.

-I don't own Soul Eater, sadly. :(

Anyways, enjoy everyone! Leave a review, tell me what you want to read and I'll gladly try to plug it in. I'll probably update this every few days, it's not going to be a long story, maybe about five chapters. :)

Love your friendly fanfic author, Jesse.

The shinigami, the death gods, the grim reapers, the darkness in this world. Gold eyes, black hair, those with souls filled with an unimaginable power for destruction. They were feared and revered, their shrines few but extravagant.

The grigori, the winged gods, the lightbringers, the light in this world. Emerald eyes, hair like the sun, those with souls to soothe all illnesses. They were adored and worshipped; one couldn't walk more than a few miles before stumbling upon a temple built on their honor.

The two kingdoms dwell on opposite ends of the earth; one deep underground, below the diamonds and the coal, and the other up in the clouds above oceans, untouched. Two kingdoms that have been on edge since the beginning of time, been on edge from miscommunications and misunderstandings. How can life and death exist in harmony? How can they not fight? How is one good, yet the other not evil? It was a time of turmoil and neither could step on human lands without some controversy. The humans themselves were becoming anxious, even the ones with weapon genes. But now, it was time for all of that to change.

There was a prophecy sent down millenniums ago from the three goddesses of Fate. They no longer consort with humans, the shinigami or the grigori, instead choosing to stay in the far heavens to merely watch. But they knew, for Fate always knew, there would come a time where the world would need more than just the three types of souls to balance the good and bad. One day, dark and light will combine to be more; dark and light will become one, dark and light will bring symmetry, dark and light will fill the schism.

"We make the journey in two day's time, Kid." A voice reminds him in a singsong manner. It was strange and always has been; his voice never matched his appearance. "Are you ready for it?"

"Yes, father, I am. The journey to the sky." The young death god, yet to come to his full power, looks to the large mirror that was in their dining hall. It was a connection to the land above like a seeing glass that shone with godly perfection and projected the image of the bright blue of the home of the brighter souls. It was quite different than his home, located in the dark depths of earth and devoid of light.

Kid sits in the quiet, slightly dark room with his father enjoying human food for the pleasantries, not because the death gods needed it. Looking across the table to his father, where the incandescent orbs float between them to provide light, was very similar to looking into a mirror that told the future. They are very like, of course they are, being father and son. They both had the same sharp bone structure, the same tall lanky build, the pale skin that was usually associated with the death, and their hair might as well be the same except for the fact that Kid's sanzu lines weren't connected yet. That would come soon after he's bonded with the right one and take the throne. It was time, his father told him a few months ago. His powers were dwindling and the shinigami needed a new god to govern them.

Kid has no idea what his mother was like; he was told she was beautiful at least and that his father married her within a month of their meeting. There were no pictures, no memories, but by seeing his older brother Asura Kid can infer that his eyes came from her at least. Whilst Lord Death's eyes were a dark, dark blue with a black ring, Asura had eyes that are crimson red, sure to strike fear in any mortal being stupid enough to go up against a death god. Kid himself has gold eyes, amber eyes that seemed to have the texture of molten lava when he was angry but resemble a sunset when he was content. Who else could that have come from?

"You know of her, yes?" Lord Death asks. Kid nods, slicing into the steak a little more harshly than he expected to. Her, his future wife. A girl he's met briefly, just once or twice at the decennial meetings of the grigori and shinigami. All he can remember is the scent of citrus, green eyes, and a sweet close lipped smile.

"Maka is her name." Kid says for no reason. Of course his father already knew that; he had arranged the whole thing and it was Kid's merely duty to follow those orders.

"They say she has the strongest grigori soul in this generation." His father chippers. "A perfect fit for a death god."

"I also hear she's got quite the death scythe." Kid lets out a short breath of air from his nose which is a laugh in any one else's eyes. "I wonder if he'll ever even let me near her."

"Ah, Soul! Yes, I hear he's quite protective. But as you know, meister-weapon relationships are much more like siblings than lovers. Take Spirit and I for an example!"

As if on cue, his own weapons enter the room in unison with a red haired weapon whom Kid recognizes as Spirit Albarn. Seeing them brightens up the room just a bit since he hasn't seen them all day. The relationship between meister and weapons were one of the great mysteries of this world but it was never questioned. Shinigami and grigoris were almost always meisters, and humans born with weapon genes become their partners. Those old enough, usually around puberty, went to Shibusen; a city in the human world, to train and find the meister or weapon that they were meant for. These relationships thrived on soul resonance, the combination of mind, heart and soul, and only very few could reach full potential. But It doesn't mean that there weren't strong pairs out there to aid in the destruction of kishin which were wayward or warped souls, usually coming from the handiwork of rogue witches.

"Lord Death! Hello!" Spirit strides into the room, bright red hair a mess from his journey and quite out of breath. Spirit is a death scythe meant for reapers, his father's death scythe actually and he's been around for as long as Kid can remember. He hangs around the mansion a lot, going out with his father on missions as well as acting as their correspondence with the upper world.

"Hello, Lord Death." One of his weapons says. She's a tall girl, donning more human clothing, hair stick straight and blond. Her little sister is right beside her who is a bit shorter with a short hairstyle to match, grinning brightly. Instead of conventionally meeting them at Shibusen, Kid stumbled upon them when he was just a young teenager, around fourteen or fifteen. It's been a decade since then, but the two had yet to lose their street edge. They had fended for themselves in the cities of the human world, using their weapon genes to their full potential, but it was Kid who promised them an easier life, but still as fun and dangerous. It must have been Fate that brought them to the same street corner all those years ago.

"Kid!" The little sister says, bouncing to him and settling at his right side on his chairs armrest. Her warmth was comforting and familiar; Kid can't remember a happy day without them. "Hows that cow that you're eating! Liz, look, it's so red it's probably still alive!"

"Fine, Patti, thank you." Kid can't help but smirk as Liz takes the left side. Balance. He felt his heart calm, not realizing it had been beating faster than usual.

"How are you, Lord Death?" Spirit asks as someone pulls up a chair for him.

"Oh I'm alright, Spirit! How are you? Are the grigoris above ready for our arrival?" Lord Death asks. "I'm quite excited for this union."

"As ready as they can be." Spirit answers wistfully. "This is the first time this has ever happened."

The weapon finally looks at kid, eyes steeling as they land on him and his own weapons. "Kid." Spirit says tartly. He said it almost normally with a small movement of his head, but Kid can feel the coldness.

"Spirit." Kid nods with respect. He had to be respectful; that is his future father-in-law afterall.