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Note: Thank you to everyone who decided to switch over to this. I'd wanted to just edit the previous version, but there are a lot of changes to make, and so it would be faster to edit on my computer, then re-upload it. So here is the updated edition of "Time Heals All". I'm using a lot of previous content with the alterations made onto it, so I should be able to update quickly for you to catch you all back up to where you were (with some difference in the story, of course.) Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Last Deathscythe's Daughter

Long, pale arms stretched out from beneath bedsheets. The girl was an odd one. She typically slept entirely underneath the blanket, where as anyone else would have found it hard to breath. But the warmth was soothing. It also made it easy to stuff pillows and stuffed animals underneath it to fool anyone should she want to sneak out, but really, there was no reason to, as tempting as it'd been time to time. All the reasons she could think of to do so were pretty lame in comparison to the wild parties that any other typical teenager would desire to attend.

Finally sitting up like a zombie stiffly rising from their death bed, as her arms dragged beside her, she brought her hand up to rub her tired eyes. Really, mornings just weren't her thing. Chrona was a rather night owl, taking up after her mother in healthy habits of reading. The daughter of Soul and Maka loved all sorts of stories: fantasy, sci-fi, anything but romance, because romance was something she carried utter disgust for. (Fortunately Chrona hadn't inherited her mother's chop!)

Now standing to graze to her restroom the young lady stood in front of the mirror. Chrona's appearance was much that of her father's, although there were touches of her mother, too, that gave her an almost frail look. Her hair was long, more than halfway down her back in fact, wispy, and white as a dove. Her skin was light, but not quite to the ghostly extent. Familiar jade eyes flattered the near-albino look, somewhat rounded on top, but still narrow, a real combination of both her parent's.

All in all, at age sixteen, she could have really turned her tom-boy image around and get any guy she wanted. But no, no, the girl wouldn't have that at all! Girly things were for… well, real girls! Her… she was free spirit instead and enjoyed the intimidation she imposed on boys. They left her alone and settled to admire from the unseen sidelines; and she was more than happy with that. No one's opinion mattered, and she mattered with no one's opinion in return. Except since her recent accomplishment, the attention was almost unavoidable.

A rather pleasant aroma caught the daughter's attention, though. Floating down the white stairway, she made way to where it came from: the kitchen. "Smells delicious!" she exclaimed, throwing herself on a stool in front of the serving bar. Peering up at her dad, she offered a pleasant smile.

"Of course, Chrona! Years of practice…" Soul commented back, offering a calm smile in return. "One day, you're going to have to learn how to do this, you know. I won't be around forever to do it for you."

Chrona's upturned lips pursed down now, and Soul could almost hear a grumble come from his girl. "Cooking is for feminists!" Soul raised an eyebrow at the comment, and the girl could tell the offense she'd just made. "I mean, well… I just don't want to! I'd rather do battles than fumble with food. I mean c'mon… death scythe here?" Chrona bragged, drawing a finger to point to herself and maintaining confident eye contact with him.

Soul casually smirked at the boastful self-comment, remembering his moment of accomplishment and the pride he'd felt, only, his pride carried more focus on his meister than himself. She, his daughter, was slightly opposite in her reaction. Instead, she relished the title as if it were the shirt on her back. Really, though, he couldn't blame her.

"Well, you did very well, honey. Just remember…" Soul stopped to turn and face his daughter closer, taking her hands into his as he spoke from his heart into hers. "Being a Deathscythe is an honor, not a privilege. Take pride in what you do and use it to do well for others. Lord Death is entrusting you with this city's safety, and I know you'll do well in holding it up!" Soul's encouraging words were stern and wise. He couldn't emphasize enough the power she'd been given over others. The responsibility to protect Death City, possibly even the world, and its inhabitants was no small burden.

Ever since the defeat of Asura, the pact Shibusen made with the witches barred further creations of deathscythes. The extremely rare cases that such was allowed – and by personal notice of approval by the head of the witches herself – was when one went out of line to enough extreme that they were of great concern. It was only fair to the institution for their pact, and the only way that Lord Death would accept. Magic was a power thing, after all! Even then, the number of Death's representatives was limited to a reasonable amount that could be easily agreed to.

Astonishingly enough, Soul's only child had been chosen to receive the honor of ascending. Otherwise, there were very few left, only the very few needed in this time of peace. As of how others came to pass away in such great numbers… that's an entirely different story. Now that the girl had eaten and packed, though, she rushed out the door. "Love you, dad!" she shouted as she ran out, letting the door shut behind her.

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"About time…" Caleb said as he watched his weapon partner nearly clash into her locker. He was posed like the coolest cat in in town, his tall lean frame leaned up against the metal with the most emotionless expression anyone could muster. It wasn't all in act, though. He really was as non-chalaunt as he put himself out to be, and like his partner, didn't care what anybody else thought. Instead of intimidation, though, his perspective was seen more in the idea of intellectual respect. Now that he'd created a Deathscythe, it only increased.

In fact, anybody would call him a nerd if anything else, and not just because of the small square framed glasses resting on his face. He had the smarts that helped them outwit many of their foes. Together, they had strategy on their side, capable of fooling many in multiple ways. Some of this could be due to his professional chess skills, learning to predict opponent's moves before they make them and prepare for them. Another part could be that they were forced to become creative with their defeats.

"Hi Caleb! Sorry, I was at my dad's. Oh, well, you got the note anyway…" The girl grinned, throwing her hand up to display a peace sign. "I'm coming back home tonight, by the way!"

He merely smirked in return. It was his silent way of asking 'Miss me?' and he knew his weapon partner had caught it. Their communication was like that. It signaled mainly through their resonance, considering his typical quiet ways. His signature responses were either one-sentence statements, except in cases of necessity, or silent expressions, most of which only Chrona could decipher. For this, she was their main spokesman.

"Oh you know you missed me!" Chrona gloated, her father's inherited signature grin plastered on her face. " 'Loner', my butt!" she said in proud glee.

Finally, Caleb answered, moving his sandy hair out of the way to expose mysterious brown eyes. "We need to make time for training…"

"I know, I know! It's just…"

Now Caleb raised an eyebrow, waiting to hear what excuse she was going to come up with. Really, the girl was a hard worker with goals, but when it came to accomplishing them, she seemed to forget that more were bound to follow. This was the life they'd chosen to pursue.

"Okay, fine, it's a party, a big one, too, since we were so awesome! At least let me this small bit of celebration before we do anything else big?" Chrona gave a light desperate whine that Caleb could only sigh to. It was just one party, anyway, right? It's not like it was the end of the world. "I'll even play some of that music you like!"

Caleb laughed under light breath. "Alright, alright… but afterwards?"

Now Chrona smiled even larger. "Mmm hmm! Of course! How else are we going to nail those things that nobody else will get to do, eh?" The new deathscythe winked and received a smile in return. Ahh perhaps there was some pride in her meister afterwards!