A/N: So I recently finished the anime series and caught up with the manga, and this idea blossomed as if out of nowhere. I'm not sure where I'm going with this, and the history used in this is completely made-up, mind you. So... it'll be a bit of a tricky journey. Still, I felt like I had to write it, so why not? I guess I'll carry this story on depending on what feedback I get, so if you've enjoyed it, don't be afraid to leave a review. I might ask for idea help in the future, so who knows, you might be able to have a hand in this odd little creation.

Anyway, that's enough from me. Get on with you, go and read!

Oh yeah, I do not own Soul Eater; however I do own my OC, 'Set.'

The Impossible Task

Chapter 1

In all the years that had passed since the beginning of History, there had always been death and there had always been destruction. Two components in life that worked against each other and yet – at the same time – in perfect harmony.

This sense was something that most people had a problem with understanding, but for the Shinigami, for the Death Gods, it was common knowledge; something that had to be understood. For that knowledge in its simplest form could be considered the very building blocks to the world of which they ruled.

Death the Kidd had no reason to know that this was why he had been called out of lessons that morning, why his father – Lord Death himself – had specifically ordered him to meet in the Death Room, alone, without his weapons, for a very special briefing.

Kid spoke very little with his father, which was why he found it surprising that he had been called out of classes to meet with him. Surely if he was being briefed on a mission, Liz and Patti would have been allowed to join him. Yet here he was, walking the empty halls of the DWMA alone. In silence.

When Kid reached the door to the Death Room, he paused with his knuckles pressed against the frame. Should he knock? He'd never been one for formality when entering before, yet suddenly it felt like the right thing to do. Something about this entire situation felt odd, like he was walking into a trap.

"Come in, Kiddo."

Well, that was his father's voice on the other side of the door, yet for whatever reason, the elder Reaper didn't sound like his usual bubbly self. It almost sounded as though something was burdening him.

Still, Kid entered.

"Ah, I'm glad you made it. On time, as always."

Well, if there was one thing Kid was good at, it was punctuality. It was a sidestep from perfection, a relative of order that correlated directly with his infallible obsession for symmetry.

"What is it that you wish to discuss with me, Father?" Kid took up his usual formalities, hands behind him, back straight. The stance that showed he was awaiting orders or instructions of the most crucial cause.

Lord Death turned to face his son, one of his large hands splaying outwards, indicating to the small table behind him; "Let us sit and take tea."

Kid couldn't help the small grimace that caught his lips, "Tea?"

Lord Death nodded, "Yes, tea."

There was a pause before Lord Death spoke again, "Is there something wrong with that?"

"No, not at all." Kid shook his head stiffly, "It's just… I was under the impression that this was an urgent matter."

"And we cannot take tea for urgent matters?" Lord Death questioned.

Kid's mouth opened to speak, but quickly closed again. He could detect his father was smiling behind that mask of his. Insufferable.

"That's what I thought." Lord Death continued, turning his back on his only son, "Now come and sit, like I said. We have things to discuss."

The silence that followed was nothing but awkward for the young Reaper. Kid sat opposite his father, staring at his own untouched cup of tea. Kid had placed it in the direct centre of the table, of course. It seemed everything else on the table was in order as well, perfectly symmetrical. Usually, Kid would have been thrilled with this prospect; except, at that moment, it left him with nothing else to do. He could only sit there and wait for his father to finish slurping his tea, acting perfectly serene, almost as though this 'important one-on-one discussion' was a forgotten memory.

Kid perked up when his father placed his cup onto the table, letting out a sigh. "I suppose you're wondering why I called you here, in the middle of lessons no less."

Kid's eyes softened. Finally, they were getting somewhere. Still, he didn't press. Knowing his father, he would get there in his own time. "The thought crossed my mind, yes."

Lord Death nodded once before picking up his cup and taking another sip. Kid could feel his curiosity spike with every sip his father took. It was becoming nearly impossible not to urge his father onwards.

Finally, the cup was finished. Leaving no further distractions, Lord Death began to speak.

"I'm sure you're familiar with the history of the Grim Reapers and their on-going rivalry between the witches."

Kid raised a brow and nodded lightly. This was odd, why was his father speaking about this of all things?

Lord Death splayed his hands out in front of him; it seemed he was finding this conversation equally as disconcerting, "Our history is long, filled with twists and turns in many areas. Some of which never made History books and most certainly never made it to your ears."

Kid's gaze only hardened, "What do you mean by that?"

"You're growing up, Kiddo and… well…" Lord Death looked away for a brief moment, paused, then looked back to his son, "After a conversation with some people, I have come to the decision to tell you a few things that… that may shock you."

Kid's interest in the conversation grew exponentially. Usually, Kid respected his father's needs for secrecy. He was 'Lord Death' after all; it was just something he had to expect of his father. However, the sheer ineptness of this conversation was almost fascinating. What could it possibly be that his father found the need to keep secret, to label as 'shocking' no less? He'd already explained the 'Dark Times' to Kid, the some eight hundred years ago when his father had adjourned a darker mask and with it, a much less forgiving nature. What could possibly be more shocking than that?

"How shocking?" Kid found himself asking.

Lord Death chuckled, but it didn't take its usual form, it sounded strained; "Shocking enough."

Kid pondered this for a few moments, his golden eyes glazed as he stared at nothing in particular.

"Would you like me to explain?"

Kid didn't hesitate, "Yes."

Lord Death took a deep breath before letting out an even longer sigh. He looked to his son behind his mask, simply hoping that he would forgive him for the secret that was about to be revealed uncharacteristically coolly from across the tea table.

"Many years ago, before you or even I had come to be, there was a different system."

Kid raised a brow, "How so?"

"Before weapons were created, it fell upon Reapers and Reapers alone to exact justice upon the bad in the world. In the past, it was the Reaper's duty to not only construct the list of the unjust, but to exact their punishments also."

Kid nodded slowly, "I believe you've told me this before."

"Yes. I have." Lord Death nodded towards his son, "However, I didn't tell you why this changed. You see, in the past, there was not just a single Reaper in charge of these decisions. Much like the witches, Reapers had a jury that together made the decisions on who was fit and unfit for this world."

"It makes sense." Kid said, more to himself, "Especially if you put into consideration all the bad that can be present in the world. There would need to be more than one Reaper in charge."

"Exactamundo!" Lord Death said, trying to keep a positive air to the conversation. He cleared his throat before continuing, "Anyway, during this time, Reapers would have been deposited to take care of any looming threats. Those also included the witches. Their destructive nature was ever present, even so long ago. There were less of them, but they still proved a threat to this world." This was when the conversation took a different atmosphere. Lord Death lowered his voice, looking directly at his son through his impractical mask. "I now speak of one Grim Reaper only, a Reaper that was just like you or I. He took his orders from the jury. He exacted the punishments to those who deserved it, to those that made the list."

Kid felt wary for his father's next words. It seemed the entire atmosphere had changed without him giving much notice. Still, he kept an avid interest.

"However, this Reaper that I speak of developed an unhealthy bond with one of his victims. He – in fact – went on to mate with this victim unbeknownst to the Reapers of the court."

"Mate?" Kid sputtered. It was unheard of, for a human and especially for a Reaper to ever feel romantic desires for one of the unjust, especially someone working their way to becoming a full Kishin.

Lord Death raised a hand, "I told you this would be shocking." He said, "Do you still wish for me to continue?"

Kid let out a shuttering breath before nodding, "Yes. I want to know more."

Lord Death nodded, "Very well." He allowed a small pause for Kid to gather himself before he continued, "The Reaper court didn't find out about this 'bond' until it was much too late. By this, I mean, the supposed victim of the Reaper had fallen pregnant, bearing his child."

Kid did all he could not to let his jaw drop at the information that was now being delivered. He'd asked for it after all and he had to show that he was capable of understanding. If his father thought it crucial he knew this, he had to wait it out, he had to listen until the very end of the tale. Still, one question remained in the front of his mind. A question he didn't want to know the answer to, yet at the same time, he knew it was essential.

"Father…" Kid began, already feeling an uneasy knot tying in his stomach, "Who was she?"

"Her name was Genevieve." Lord Death said matter-of-factly, "And she was a witch."

Kid blinked quickly to calm himself, to stop himself from yelling out at that very moment. He had been taught the rules of a Reaper, the duties that they were to perform. He knew right from wrong, order from chaos and yet… he couldn't understand this.

"H-How?" Kid trembled, "Why?"

Lord Death shrugged, "I'm not sure, I don't think anyone knew to be honest." He let out a deep sigh.

Kid's head shot up then, his eyes bright with a sudden revelation, "And the child?" He asked, "Did it…?"

"Yes, it survived." Lord Death said, "The baby was born a girl, beautiful and radiant. A true Reaper."

Kid sensed it before it even came, "But…?"

Lord Death's shoulders heaved, "But, she couldn't be trusted and nor could the parents that bore her. Her father and mother were both sentenced to death."

Kid felt a shudder run through his body, "So the girl was…?"

"Oh, no, of course not." Lord Death said, shaking his large hands at his son.

Kid's back stiffened as he stared at his father quizzically, "Then what?"

"She was… apprehended. Truthfully, she had committed no crime. She didn't fit the list." Lord Death paused a moment, staring into his empty tea cup, "The Reapers didn't know what to make of her. It seemed she had the right amount of Reaper DNA to bear all the right characteristics to someday become a true one. She could - in theory – awaken, just like any other."

Lord Death sighed, "But things are never simple, for you see, the girl also held the DNA of Genevieve the witch and… at a young age, she exhibited magical ability."

"Is that even possible?" Kid asked, his heart racing, "To be… to be both witch and Reaper?"

"Well, her magical abilities were never strengthened to that of a true witch, but, it did raise the question of what would happen when she came of age. I'm sure you're more than aware of a witch's natural destructive desire. They have no control over it; it is simply a part of their nature."

Kid nodded, only half following at this point. His father had told him the fates of both the child's mother and father, yet she herself had not been sentenced to death; but there was no way the Reapers would have allowed a Reaper/Witch hybrid loose onto the world. It would have created chaos.

Kid swallowed, suddenly sickened by the presence of the tea that sat in front of him. He glanced away, feeling himself pale, "What happened to the girl then?"

Lord Death stood up from the table and drew away from his son, suddenly taking an interest with the simulated sky above their heads, "She was bound, frozen if you will by a powerful witch's spell."

"Witch's spell?" Kid repeated, standing up also, but not finding the strength to move closer to his father.

Lord Death nodded, folding his arms behind his back, "You see, for a small moment, the Reapers and witches found common ground, that is, the hatred of the hybrid child that had been created. They both wanted her gone, the witches wanted to destroy her entirely, but the Reapers wouldn't allow it. Therefore they met in the middle. They bound her inside a crystalline substance, effectively freezing her. She wouldn't age and wouldn't die. She'd simply exist and nothing more."

Kid stared at his father, wide eyed. In many ways he considered that a fate worse than death. To never move forward, to be simply caught in one moment of time, stretching on for eternity. Suddenly, Kid felt weak. The information was simply too much. He pressed a palm against his head and let out a sharp sigh through his teeth. There was one more question that needed to be asked.

"Why tell me this?"

Lord Death was silent for a long while. He didn't look at his son, he didn't even move. In some ways, Kid was grateful for this silence. He needed to snap out of this odd sensation that had overcome him. Fear? Was that it? No… too simple. It was almost like a kind of lethargy had settled inside of him. Yes that was it. No matter how embarrassing it was, it seemed that the information in itself had managed to exhaust him.

"I told you, Kiddo, simply, because the spell is wearing off." Lord Death stated as calmly as he could manage, "It has been going strong for long after a millennia, no one is sure of exactly how long in fact. It has come to my attention that soon, this girl will be freed from her prison. And Kid, this is where your mission comes into light."

Finally, Lord Death turned to his son. There was a strained look about his mask, like he feared the outcome of the words he was about to speak. Lord Death took a step forward, then stopped, debating his actions. "Kid, your mission… your duty is to take custody of the hybrid child."