Forbidden Love

By: Welnakia & B.V. The Epic

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My name is Maka Albarn.

I am an assassin.

I used to be the sweetest little girl you'd ever meet, one who just put a smile on your face the minute you saw her.

That all has changed.

I was walking down the street one day when I accidentally bumped into a boy my age, maybe a little older. He had black hair, with three stripes on the left side. He was wearing some sort of suit, and he held two pistols in his hands.

We bumped into each other, and fell splat onto the ground. I told him, "Uhh... sorry." I might have been blushing, because he was a little cute.

He stood up and brushed himself off. "It's quite all right. I landed in a symmetrical position, so no harm done, Miss..."

"Maka Albarn." I introduced myself.

He helped me up and told me who he was. "I am Death the Kid. Son of Lord Death."

I gasped. "Isn't he the one who runs that clan of assassins?"

"Yes. I assume you've heard of us, but we're not all just evil killers who kill for pleasure."

"Please. Every time you go after someone, you tie them to a table or something." I nearly jumped out of my skin as the pistol in Kid's right hand spoke.

Kid acknowledged his weapon. "Liz, it's only so they stay still. I don't want their bullet wounds to be asymmetrical." Then he noticed my discomfort. "Oh, this is Liz. My spouse."

"Spouse?" I asked.

"Yes. In my clan, you are assigned a spouse and a assassin partner. My assassin partner is in my left hand, Patty. She's Liz's sister." He held up his left hand.

"Hi!" Patty exclaimed.

"So... what's it like?" Stupid question, I know, but I really wasn't sure what to say.

Kid thought for a minute. "It's not bad, if you ignore the fact that you have to kill for a living. You get free housing, free food... and everyone treats you like family."

I digested this for a moment, then asked: "Where do I join?"

I guess I hadn't really thought about it that much, or really was practical about it at all, even though I normally was. My father is just another drunken idiot making bootlegged moonshine by daylight and laying every other whore on the block at night, even though he's technically married.

He's supposedly married. He married my step-mother last year, a small chimera- half cat, half human and she changes form occasionally. I wouldn't mind her so much if she didn't keep reminding me that I was so undeveloped, compared to her busty chest.

So, basically, the idea of being able to run away from home, having a place to eat and sleep for a small fee- killing bad guys- and at fifteen. It just kind of seemed to be to good to be true. It made me want to hug this Kid and never let go of him and his spouse of his.

I guess I didn't really actually think it through, as pointed out a few paragraphs ago, because I was brought to a iron black gate far earlier than would have thought.

Inside everything seemed to be running smoothly, it had plain white walls, decorated with tasteful pictures of all of the different staff members there.

I remember following Kid through a long hall, Liz and Patty now out of gun form, two sisters who stood side by side. Liz had long brown hair and cute blue eyes, just like Patty, and Patty had short blonde hair cut into spikes at the ends.

"Father, I am sorry for interrupting you, howeve-"

"Ah, Kid, Kid, there is no need to apologize for walking in on me, after all your mother died nearly five years ago."

Kid merely raised an eyebrow at this while Patty giggled loudly and Liz blushed.

"Father, I would like to tell you that I have brought a new member."

"Ah, of course, of course. Well, you know the routine, bath first, then introduce her to Jackie and Jackie will get her started!"

Kid shook his head as he led me back down the hall (where this time around I noticed large guillotines pointed downwards) and then to a stopped me at a door and pushed Liz inside along with me.

"Strip." She commanded, already rummaging through the cupboard and bringing out two fluffy white towels.

"Um... okay." Before I got a chance to though, she was somehow managing to pull the shirt over my head and start the bath water.

"Here at the DWMA you will never go dirty. Baths are to be given twice a day, no objections, be lucky, normally you won't have someone like me helping you." She explained, now adding bubbles to the growing bath bubbles. "Jackie is a brunette you'll know who she is, usually she has a headset on her head and is scribbling frantically."

I nodded again, sinking into the water.

"See Jackie when your done, she'll give you your number, your schedule, your assassin partner and your spouse, you'll be happy here."

"Um... okay. Wait... my schedule?"

Liz rolled her eyes. "Well, how else are you going to keep track of when you're killing who?"

She said something else after that, but I'm not sure what. As I sat in the tub, I felt drowsy.

I began to succumb to unconsciousness. As my eyes fluttered shut, I felt like I was losing my mind. And not the I'm-going-to-go-psycho type. More like the this-tub's-water-is-brainwashing-me-and-altering-my-memories type.

And I knew right then, that was the point of it. So I wouldn't remember anything, so I'd only have the DWMA to turn to.

Soon, I opened my eyes.

I tried to recall what was happening, but I drew a blank.

I thought, Oh, no. Did I lose my memories?

I thought harder. Fortunately, I didn't. I remembered who I was. How old I was. Where I came from.

"Damn!" I slapped myself in the forehead.

Liz raised an eyebrow. I'd forgotten she was there. "What?"

"What time is it?"

She checked her watch. "8:30. You were out for a little bit."

I jumped out of the tub. "My curfew's 8:00! My step mom's gonna kill me!"

I put on my clothes and turned to Liz. "Can we finish this tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Thanks." I ran at top speed out of the building and to my house.

My dad and step mom were waiting for me, and neither looked happy.

Blair (my step mom) stood up. "Do you mind telling me where on Earth you were past your curfew?"

I replied with a straight face. "Yes, I do mind."

My dad stood up. "Maka, you never do this to us. You're always home before 8:00 except tonight. What happened?"

I should probably mention this now... my dad has known me much longer than Blair, so he's more willing to be kinder with me than his new wife. Blair despises me just because one of my X-chromosomes isn't hers.

When I responded to my dad, I didn't say anything smart-ass. "I met this one boy and some of his friends, and we hung out for a little bit. We weren't really keeping track of the time."

It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't necessarily the whole truth either. If I'd told him the whole truth, I would have probably never have been allowed to leave the house again, except for school.

Needless to say, Blair didn't accept my excuse. "Now, what were you doing with that boy and his friends? Anything your father and I should know about?"

"No."

"You're lying. What did you do?"

"Nothing you need to know about." I clenched my fist, knowing that this would turn into something ugly.

Blair was outraged. "Listen, young lady! I am your mother now! You are to tell me everything!"

Then I snapped. " NO, YOU'RE NOT! YOU'RE NOT MY MOTHER, YOU FUCKER, AND YOU NEVER WILL BE!" And then I slugged her.

Years worth of anger flowed through that punch and into her face, knocking her across the room.

I stood, shocked at what I'd done.

Then I ran.

Author Note: Whatchya guys think? Even if you think this chapter is sucky, hang on for the next ones, we haven't even introduced Soul yet (probably like the second or third chapter.)