I don't own Soul Eater or The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel!

It was a calm peaceful night, and the dark sky blanketed Death City. A long, solitary figure walked through the stone-paved streets. Well, he wasn't really alone...

"K-Kid!" the voice of Liz Thompson wailed. There was a metallic clang following after her complaints. "Why are out here at night?! There could be g-ghosts!" she whined.

Death the Kid sighed heavily and clenched the two desert eagles in his hands. "Liz, we are fully capable of defending ourselves in our own city. And we are ordered to escort an accomplice of Father's," he explained. He too was weary, and didn't enjoy being out so late. But even without saying so it was obvious that this person was important.

Two images materialized in the metal of the twin pistols, but neither were of any reflection. The two blond-haired girls were the weapons in the Shinigami's grasp.

A giggle rang out from the grinning girl with rosy cheeks. "Why does Lord Death need to see him?" she asked happily, unlike her older sister shivering in fear. Kid opened his mouth to answer her, but then he stopped in his tracks.

"I... I don't know, Patti. I'm not even sure who this person is. He might not even be human." He frowned. It wasn't like Lord Death to leave the details so vague. Everything he understood about this stranger was from hidden messages and body language.

Liz looked dejected and her bottom lip jutted out. "Y-Yeah. That doesn't help. What if this guy's really a-"
"We're here," Kid interrupted. They were at the edge of the city, facing a vast landscape of desert past the invisible forcefield that was made of Lord Death's soul. "Father told me he would not keep us waiting. He'd arrive exactly at 10:00 P.M. It is 9:58." He suddenly burst into tears.

A frown spread over Liz's face. "What is it this time?" she muttered.

Wiping his eyes with his sleeves, Death the Kid squinted in an attempt to keep watch to the person he was meant to meet with. His eyes were instantly blurred with more moist tears though. "H-He said ten, Liz. Not eight. Why couldn't he meet us at exactly 8 P.M.?!" he sniffled.

"I'm sorry. Do you prefer the number eight over ten?"

Kid nodded vigorously, his mood brightened at the chance to declare his passion for symmetry. "Why yes. Eight is a symmetrical number, whether it's cut in half horizontally or vertically. This number is in balance. I strive to make this world completely symmetrical, so it can be in balance. Balance is the key to perfection." He smirked proudly at the end of his speech.

His smile fell when the voice spoke again. "I disagree. I have seen many things. And perfection is not one of them. There have been hundreds - No, thousands of civilizations who wanted to be perfect, and they all failed. It takes a lot more than symmetry to make the world a utopia." Kid looked to up glare at the person, but a single glance made him speechless. Liz screamed, petrified in fear. Beside her Patti gnashed her teeth with wide eyes at the mysterious figure in front of them on the other side of the border. Kid stepped back and aimed his pistols at the humanoid shape hidden under a black leather cloak. Under the dark hood, a scarf was wrapped around the lower half of his face, leaving only shockingly bright blue eyes visible. But what really had them stunned, was a metal hook in the place of his left hand.

For at least three minutes the three kids stared at the man blankly, until he shook his head with a chuckle. "Well? Am I allowed in or not? I really do not wish to enter the 'Oasis of the Desert' without permission. But then again, Lord Death himself is waiting for me." He waited for Kid to blink twice and nod his head before stepping through the invisible barrier. Kid narrowed his eyes at the way he went through. It was as if he could see Shinigami's soul.

Kid shook his head to himself. It was probably his imagination. He cleared his throat awkwardly and held out his right hand. "My name is Death the Kid. I am the son of Lord Death. Erm, welcome to Death City..."

The man gave a firm shake before he let go. "I am Marethyu. It is an honor to be here." He bowed his head. They both headed to the Death Weapon Meister Academy without another word spoken. The Thompson sisters stayed silent, in case the man didn't understand the concept of weapons and meisters.

"So, Marethyu," Kid started. He received from Marethyu a tilt of his head. "I don't mean to pry, but may I ask about your... hook?" He gestured to the curved metal that substituted figure's hand.

Marethyu lifted the hook and rotated his arm, letting it glint in the moonlight. "This? I lost my hand a long time ago, and I had it replaced with this hook. There have been occasions when people offered to make it into a silver or golden glove, but I've grown fond of it being in his form. It's nothing I haven't gotten used to." Kid shook his head slightly, his lips pressed together in a firm line. "What is it?"

"...That's not what I meant. What I wanted to ask was..." Liquid streamed from his eyes again and he clasped his hands - And the guns - together in a begging postion. "PLEASE, PLEASE MAKE IT SYMMETRICAL!" he wailed. Marethyu smacked his right hand over his face.

"I do apologize for Kid's behavior." Shinigami AKA Lord Death clapped his large white hands, sweatdropping. He and Marethyu sat across from each other at a table in the Death Room. "After all, I have kept my word and never spoken about you until this day."

Even though he couldn't see Marethyu's face as he nodded, it was obvious that he was smiling under his scarf. "Yes, and I thank you for that. It's been a while, Shinigami." His tone took to a more playful one as he noted, "I recall you wearing a much more... menacing mask, than this one. Did this occur after you had a child?"

Shinigami laughed. "No, no. I've worn this mask ever since I started the school, actually. You haven't changed a bit since the last time we met. When you helped me form the Eight Powerful Warriors." At his last remark his eyes became half-circles. "I still find it unusual about how you never appear to age. No offense."

Marethyu chuckled. "None taken. But you know what they say. A magician never reveals his secrets," he responded.

"Ah, yes..." He paused for a moment. "Ah, so what do you think of my son? He is actually named after you, Death," he said, emphasizing the word Death.

Almost in a sheepish manner, the man looked away. "I see you haven't forgotten my name's meaning. Do not forget that your name is practically the same as mine." He turned to face the death god again. "Your son is responsible and loyal, and it seems to me that he has much potential as a Shinigami of your ranking. He never gives up with what he believes in, and that's what keeps him strong. However... I don't think he likes me. At all."

"Is that so?"
"Yes, I'm afraid. Your son has a horrible temper, especially when I made a snarky comment or two. And it only miffed him even more when I avoided his gunshots. I also have to keep one eye open at all times if I want to keep my other hand!" This made both of them laugh, loosening any tension that had formed. "But I believe the friendly conversation must end. Honestly, Shinigami. Don't be so nervous. My request isn't at all as frightening as you think."

The god relaxed his stiff shoulders and nodded. "Very well. What is it you have to say to me?" he said tentatively.

If it was possible, his blue eyes appeared to become brighter than before. "I would like to be a student at your academy."

This suddent statement floored Shinigami. "W-What?" he stuttered, completely confused. He figured that Marethyu would fit in much better as a professor, as not even he knew the age of the man known throughout time as Death.

"There is something I must do, and my best option is to enroll in this school. But I am infamous among those... not human, and I would be found out if I taught here as a profession. It is a simple spell to give myself a younger appearance. No strings are being pulled." Shinigami still stared at Marethyu, wary of the situation. Even though Shinigami was a grim reaper, the death in front of him was infinitely more powerful than himself. "Come on, Shinigami. You do owe me a favor," Marethyu prodded, switching to a language not used since 800 years prior.

Reluctantly, the death god bowed his head in defeat. "All right. I'll have some students show you around tomorrow," he said in the same language.

Marethyu nodded, clearly content with his answer. "Thank you. That will be all, Lord Death." With that said, the hook-handed man stood and left the Death Room. He strode through the halls of DWMA until he reached the exit. Without saying a word he pushed open the doors...

And exited as 15-year-old Josh Newman.

Uh oh. Not another crossover. There's a story behind this, involving me and my Soul Eater-loving friend. She should know who she is...

Me: I pair historical figures together!

Friend: P: I jokingly pair my friends at school.

Me: Historical people pairings are better. I just don't know who to pair Death with… (I meant Marethyu) I'll just find someone for him at the last book.

Friend: YOU HAVE SOUL EATER MANGAS? 8D

Me: What?

And that's how this was born. Enjoy the random!