My beta seem's to be absent or something, cuz' she's not sending me anything back. Soooo I've decided to start looking for a new one. I'm sad, now!

A few things about this story I NEED to point out;

It's a OOU, but it's allot like the real story...Kinddddaaa.

I changed ALLOT of stuff.

Since just saying Kishin Egg's gets repetitive, I've decided to just give them another name. KISSHU (In all caps in hopes someone will notice something if their just skimming through this) is what their called. Okay? Okay.

Prologue:

The CALL of MADNESS

Where I live is called Brink. It literally on the brink of End, which Is the ruling world of insanity. Ruling over that not-so fair land in the Demon God of Madness, Asura. He rules over the dark, creeps in the shadows. There is no running form the…I would say man, but he's not. This monster. He is the very ruler of End, half the world is his territory. I live in the place right on the border, it's a place where madness and sanity run between each other and battle out for the winning land. For over eight hundred years End has been waiting for Asura to arise and take the land, and take over the world. For he has been missing for over eight hundred years, yet his insanity has branched out to tell us he truly is still alive.

There are some people who can resist and even counteract the effect his madness. These people are called Angels. The Angels are apart of the Academy, a place where they train and strive to become the next step, Archangels. Things that physically go out and fight the madness of the Kishin. I am an 'Angel.' There are people called Weapon Partners, Aka; People who could be transform into weapons at will to fight the Kishin and his minions called; Kishin Eggs. Or Kisshu for short.

The Academy is in Death City, the capital of Light, our side of the world. Watching over our side of the world is the great god of death himself. Lord Death is our founding light; he is the most powerful in our small, half snick of the land. He is the only thing keeping us alive.

The Kishin is the only thing powerful enough to kill Lord Death.

I have been caught up in this battle, being a young Angel, and now I have no choice but to fight with Lord Death, die on his missions, or live and become a Archangel, dying at the hand of the Kishin's top dogs, or even more unlikely, himself.

Wish me luck.

【-✖- Hϊsαhαяu -✖- 】

Chapter 1:

Her breath slowed, her hand twitched and her lungs burned with a hot fire, but she resisted the urge to breath. If she was to breath, it was all over.

Her hand tightened just the smallest fraction on an inch, and Maka blinked to get the white puffs off her eyelashes. Her legs where going numb, sharp prickles shooting through her skin in an attempt to get blood through to them. Her ears rang with strain as Maka tried to listen, teeth quietly chewing on her bottom lip with a vengeance. Frosty air bit her cheeks, making them pink and flush, nose numb just like her legs.

A slight noise. If she hadn't of been listening she would of missed it for sure, but oh, she was listening. Grabbing the fallen tree that was her hiding spot, she kicked forward and flipped over it with agility, legs darting out to catch her. Her hand shot forward, releasing the object that was her opponents doom.

She hit the ground hard, but her large snow jacket cushioning it. A loud curse and trump was the successful noise that made her laughter ring up.

"Maka, that's cheating!" Soul glared, red eyes glinting. "Your so damn small I couldn't see you!"

"Shut up, Soul," She grinned. "You have white hair, you're camouflaged!"

"Yea, and your flat chest-!"

He made an 'oof' nose at the snowball smacked into his face, a hard one at that, and dropped the ones in his hand. Devious grin in place, Maka smacked the other two she had into his back, prancing away with a laugh.

Soul darted forward after her, snickering madly. Trying to prance away, she headed for their home when his hand grabbed her around the waist, pulling her to him. Squirming in his grasp, she pouted. "Let me go, Soul!" She complained half heartily.

Yeah, Maka didn't really care how close she and Soul where. Soul 'Eater' Evans was her Weapon partner, and they had lived side by side since she was ten. Around the age of thirteen she had been allowed to buy a small apartment in Brink, just big enough for them to live nicely. Schooling wasn't a problem, with her studious habits and books she didn't need a school. Not that Brink had one; it had burn down around thirty years ago.

Soul released her, shaking his white head. She was short, around five foot two and still he was her size, despite his age of sixteen. He always swore he had a growth spurt coming on, and Maka had just rolled her eyes and laughed. Walking towards the house, her large snow boots crunched audibly. "Remember the bet, Soul!" She tied to hide her smile.

"Yeah, yeah," He complained. "Loser has to go to the Market and buy the hot cocoa."

Laughing, Maka nodded and held up a hand, gesturing to the fence door. Grumbling about unfairness, Soul shuffled out the gate, delivering her nasty looks. Shaking her head, blond pigtails bouncing, Maka thumped up the stairs to her home. Sliding the key into the lock she reached over and opened the small mailbox. The mail in Brink only came once a week due to how dangerous the area was, they were always getting in trouble for not paying the bills on time because of that fact.

In Brink everything was dangerous, and Maka and Soul where beginning to be known as the brave ones in the neighborhood. Maka and Soul did the odd jobs around town and got paid nicely enough to live healthy. People where so afraid to even go out to the Market, or even fetch some gas for their cars when they ran out.

Shifting through the doorway and into the small three room apartment, Maka tossed the mail on the counter and then the Local Gazette* in the garbage "What use is it to have a paper," Maka thought aloud," When all it does is tell us about the latest murders from the Kisshu?"

Walking past the table and into one of the doors on the right side of her room. hanging up her closet and abandoning her abused snow boots, she walked past Souls room with a sigh. Posters of various supermodels and actresses hung on the wall with an occasional picture of her and Soul. How he got them and how much they cost, Maka really didn't wanna know. Shutting the door with a bang, she huffed.

Men.

Returning into the living room/entertainment room/ kitchen, Maka sat down at the table. Humming, she ripped open the first letter without looking at it to only role her eyes a few seconds later. It was a hand scrawled letter from her father. She didn't have to see the address to figure it out due to the large 'Oh my darling, sweet, little baby girl Maka', scrawled as first thing in the letter. Why he kept writing when she never replied was a mystery to her. Tossing it behind her into the trash bin without even a blink, she reached for another one.

With fancy paper anyone on Brink would love to get their hands on and even neater scrawl work, the letter was addressed to Soul. Tossing that one across from her by another chair, she grabbed the last letter. With nice, smooth paper she suspected it to be the monthly electricity bill, the only damn thing in Brink that ever made money, but the address at the top made her feel faint.

The Death Weapon Miester Academy

Ripping it open in haste, her eyes scanned the paper frantically.

Dear Maka Albarn and Soul Evans,

It has come to the attention of the DWMA that you two are both in the position of Weapon Miester (Miss. Maka Albarn.) and Demon Scythe (Mr. Soul Evans). The DWMA is escorting you both to a safe, healthier home in the DWMA Academy. We are very sorry to inform you that we cannot hesitate and need your forces. You will be escorted in a matter of three day.

We hope you come willingly and have a good time,

Death Scythe

Maka's grasp on the paper shook as she flipped it over, hurrying to find a date. Please, she begged mentally, let 'that man' be smart enough to figure out that there was a big delay in the mail carrier services. Blinking at the date on the back of the paper, the date of three days ago to be exact, she knew he probably wasn't. Maka got up to fast, her chair falling back on the floor with a loud noise. Not even picking it up she threw open the door, eyes locked on the open space of her room. She would come back for the things later once she found Soul.

Arms wrapped around her tightly and her face smashed into someone's chest, a male, no doubt. She had about two point one seconds to wonder who was hugging me before it happened.

"MAKAAAA!" Her eyes widened as it hugged her tightly, swinging her small body like a ragdoll. "MY BABYYYYYYYYYYY!"

"Oh…Oh God…" She muttered. "Father?"

He screamed her names repeatedly, still running around hugging her. Finally tossing her on the floor, he ran to her room. "Maka, Papa will be right back after he packs your things!" Casting a bewildered look at the retreating redhead, she gasped.

"Father?"

But he was already gone and she was left sitting on the ground. The front door was wide open, and poor Maka considered crawling out of it, but reasoned that he would probably track her down. Sighing, she only hoped Soul was in a better condition than she was. Shifting to get up around the time her father happily swung open her bedroom. "Makaaa!" He screeched happily.

"Is that Soul's, too?"

"Nope," He grinned.

Twitching, she glared. "Where's Soul?"

"Oh, that stupid scythe boy…We already got him." Her Father muttered darkly, clearly pouting that she didn't praise the fact he brought her clothes. "Now! Let's go, Maka!"

"W-Wait!" She gasped futilely as he grabbed her by the arm, how he could with all the suitcases in his hands was yet another mystery to her, and dragged her out of her house and down the staircase. Tripping over her own feet, Maka started to fall, only to see the large leather seats in front of her face. Smacking into them, she moaned in annoyance.

"Maka!"

This time it wasn't her fathers incredibly annoying voice in her ear, but Souls. Jerking her head up with a disgruntled sound, she saw a sight that made her twitch. "S-Soul?"

Yep, there was Soul. In the set next to her…Kinda. There was a mesh fence barrier inbetween them, and straps that kept him pulled down into the limo's seat. And, thought, Maka bewilderedly, It's a full limo, with things like a mini fridge, magazines, her father had no doubt bought them thinking she would like them, and a bunch of game devises. Rising an eyebrow at Soul as he wiggled, he managed to slip a hand loose. Reaching through the mesh, he patted her flush cheek. "Maka, are you okay?"

"Yea-" She was once more cut off as her father grabbed Souls hand from her open door, pouting.

"My Maka! Don't touch her, you filthy hormonal STD sex pool!" He glared as Maka screeched.

Oh, Soul, thought Maka. He was clearly worried for her, and very stressed. She should say something to him…"Yeah? Well, sorry Pop's, but I'd never fall for such a flat chested girl like Maka!" Soul snickered.

Maka twitched.

Her father put his face against the mesh, all but screaming. "ARE YOU SAYING MY DARILIN GIRL ISNT ATTRACTIVE!"

Soul just 'tched,' and Papa grabbed and raddled the fence. "Sorry, I don't go for such uncool girls, you stupid little fu-"

"Soul!" She smacked her hand against the mesh. "Stop it!"

Jerking his hand back form the mash, he leaned back with a satisfied smirk. Clearly happy at rattling up her father, Soul looked please. Her fathers face was flushed with anger but he detached himself from the seat, pulling Maka into the seat with a delighted smile. "Maka, please do Daddy a favor and don't touch the nasty little thing next to you, okay?"

"Oh, you little-!"

"Whatever, Papa."

He pranced off, and she vaguely saw him get in the front seat. Reaching into the mini fridge and grabbing a energy drink and a DSi, she stuck them through the mesh fence, Soul grinning triumphantly as he slipped his hands out of the straps and grabbed the DSi, buying games most definitely in her fathers name.

Maka sighed, leaning her face against the large window. This was going to be a very long drive.

After eight stops to strap Soul to the seat again, two stops to successfully duck tape Souls mouth shut, and many, many failed and very annoying attempts from her father to make a conversation with her, Maka was ready to smash the mini fridge over someone's head. Swearing to Lord Death himself- her liquid green eyes met her father's reflection in the rearview mirror, she dared him to open his mouth again. Every word was a annoyance, and if he mentioned one more time how much he loved her…

"…and then, Maka, I ran into Professor Sid. I think you'd like him, a nice man, just don't touch his dread locks. Well, back to the subject, dearest, Sid was…"

Soul's loud snores sounded in her ear, her skin aching to get out. She was used to being outside, not cramped up in a limo for seven freakin' hours. Taking a large breath, she gripped the armrest tightly in her small hand. "Papa," She muttered out. "Can we stop somewhere and get some Aspirin or something?"

Blocking out his voice for the sake of her sanity, she caught the words 'of course,' 'soon,' and 'right ahead.' Her father pulled into a large Death Mart, casting her adoring looks as he ran out of the car, into the Death Mart. Slamming the flat of her hand roughly against the mesh chain in attempt to wake up Soul, she sighed defeatidly as he didn't stir. She grabbed the handle of the car door, yanking. Sighing once more and raising a hand to her aching head, she glared evilly at the locked door.

Damn her father. He couldn't be that smart about everything?

After about ten minutes her father ran out of the Death Mart madly, scrambling. Opening the door to the limo, he passed her the bottle with a smile. "There you go, My darling Maka. Feel well soon, okay?"

Twitching a nod, she grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge, watching as her father slinked back to the driver's seat. Rolling her eyes at the dark look he fired at the sleeping Soul, she took two Tylenol. Vaguely, she wondered if she could drug herself through this mess.

Where they were she didn't quite know. Her father proceeded to drive, and the Death Mart seemed so out of place in the area they where in. It was literally the only building in sight. The rest was a monstrous villa of towering sand dunes and desolate little weeds.

Snagging her iPod from the nearest bag, she cranked it up to full volume to The Fray. Rolling her stiff shoulders, she snuggled into the luxurious leather cushions of the limo.

Their was no sound, visibility was nothing but a forgotten dream. There was nothing to touch, and the only thing to keep her from falling into insanity was the feel of something pressing into her back. She assumed it to be a wall, but still the small girl was so very afraid.

There was something in the dark, lusting, wanting, waiting for her. She could tell. Her small form shook in terror, and the feeling of her eyes widening rocked through her. No matter how much she widened her eyes nor tried to utter a word, it never worked. Icy ripples of terror kept her frozen, and her small mind could only come up with one audible thought.

Monster, monster, monster, monster

. Maybe if she kept still, the monster wouldn't get her? The monster wanted to hurt her, somehow, to rip her open and drag out every last feeling of terror from her tiny body. But, then, at the same time, it didn't. The monster didn't want to hurt her, it was trying not to. The monster wanted to be gentle to her, almost. She could feel a sense of niceness, longing. It longed to be good, but at the same time didn't know how. It was terrified. It only knew how to hurt.

And it was going to if nothing happened.

The feeling of stress was so thick in the air it rocked through her, but she could feel its eyes somehow on her. It could see her, and she couldn't see it. It was big, well, to her. How long had see been in this dark place? Thrown into it to be the monster food?

But she wouldn't be eaten if she was still, right?

Wrong. She was so wrong, She felt it, she felt the snap. The monster was trying so hard not to hurt her, to just watch and observe, but it was so hungry, too. It was starved, throat on fire, belly full of nothing but burning rocks of hunger. It had to eat, it had to. It didn't want to, but…It. Had. To.

She sensed it move, sensed it dragging it hunger-mangled body up form the ground towards her, reaching out. She was too scared to move, and its large hand rapped around her. It drug her to it, her small and soft body colliding with it large and hard one. She could finally move, but her movement where small and soft on it. She patted its chest, still no sound coming from her throat, but a clear movement telling it she wasn't comfortable and didn't like this at all. She whimpered when the smell came.

The smell was intoxicating and sensual, running around in her head and making her dizzy. Her hands slackened off the chest, dangling as it held her by the throat. She couldn't breath, she couldn't make anymore effort. She just wanted to sleep now, she hadn't slept in the past few hours. She was too afraid.

Then once more, the situation changed. She could somehow see the creature before her, well not really, but a bit. She saw it glinting red eyes, its lips pull back in a smile that showed no strangle of hunger it felt. The hand rapped tightly on her throat was moved. It was now bracing her neck as its other hand held her weight. He shoved her into his body once more, and she gasped in the sweet, but still scented air, around her.

Its body…It's so cold...

Its cheek pressed against hers, its freezing cold breath whispered in her small ear. One simple word, that was all, but even without her sight should could sense the evil and mocking grin on its face.

"Maka..."

Maka screamed. Her back shot up off the place she was resting on, and she scrambled as fast as she could in the darkness around her. The sound of someone calling her name and then a flick the room was in light.

It was a simple hotel room, but much nicer than her one in Brink, and she had been laying on the hard bed. Her partner Soul was crouched down beside her, and for a moment black dots danced in her vision. Then, groaning, she raised a hand to her face. She got it now. She must have fallen asleep on the car and her father stopped at a hotel, and someone had carried her to the room.

It was just a dream.

Even if it was nothing but her mind, she shook. Her teeth chattered together and she rested a hand on her clothes. They where ice cold, as if they had been pressed aginst something frozen. It took her a moment to relize that her partner was caling her name, that is, until he slapped her across the face.

"Maka? Maka? Are you alright?"

Her wide eyes locked on him, breath coming out in small pants. "S-Soul?"

His back sagged in relief, nodding. "Yeah, you okay?"

She nodded, a sickly taste and smell clinging into the back of her throat. Shuddering, she opened her mouth to reassure him she was perfectly fine-

"MAKA! WHAT IS THAT NASTY TEENAGE MUTT DOING IN YOUR ROOM?" She twitched. Her father rushed in, dropping to his knees and jerking her to him, away from Soul protectively. "Be careful Maka, his stupidity might infect you." He pouted.

"Oy! Speak for yourself, you stupid old man!" Soul growled. "It's a miracle Maka managed to somehow live this far without you dropping her as a baby. Maybe that's the reason for her flat chest?" Soul bantered.

"Why, you-! My Maka is perfect just the way she is, unlike you, you retarded toothpick!"

"Retarded toothpick?"

Yeah,

Maka thought grimly as her once forgotten headache sprung back to live with a vengeance, this was going to be a splendid trip.