Because Death the Kid/Maka is my Soul Eater fanon OTP, and the girl needs to have someone willing to call her an angel. Right? And poor Kid needs someone to come save him already.

Neither of the characters belong to me.

There were, Kid reasoned, four viable explanations for the sight in front of him. A wave of darkness pounded against his temples as he squinted to get a better look.

One: he'd given his psyche more credit than it deserved. ("Your friends have come, Shinigami," Gopher had hissed. "Noah-sama," he'd continued, "is going" while punctuating each word "to kill them" with another blow "while" although truthfully "you" he didn't feel much anymore. "watch.")

Two: this was Death come to claim him, bright and brilliant and so undeserving of the fear mortals felt for it. (Seeing how he himself was Death, that seemed unlikely. Still, one needs an even number of everything.)

Three: it was side effect of the mage's powers, the same ones that bound him and played tricks within this little pocket dimension. (He'd had a scintillating conversation with his own reflection in a pool of water, not a day-maybe week, month, year-earlier.)

And, four: that really was an angel standing in the doorway, wings unfurled around her in twin plumes of light and a scythe in hand.

Weighing the options, he decided it best to be a gentleman. Just in case.

"Hello." A jagged piece of rib dug into his lung. Made it hard to breath, and the strain would have him healing human-slow by now. "Mind telling me, are you an angel?"

Something in the Angel's eyes shifted from surprise to panicked fury. She turned back into the hall for a moment, and formed an amplifier with one hand. "He's here! I found him!"

"Were...you looking... for me? Sorry to....causeyoutrouble."

The Angel strode forward, perfectly symmetrical wings moving with her. The blade sang out to cut his bindings in one strike, and she caught him as he crumpled.

"Kid! Kid, it's me! Shit, what did they do to him? Shit!"

He gritted his teeth against another wave of darkness.

Then frowned in confusion.

Angels were not supposed to swear.

He blinked a few more times, until the world stopped pulsing in and out of existence.

"....Maka?"

For a beat, the Angel locked gazes with him. Something blurry shone at the corners of her eyes before spilling, and he wasn't sure if that was his mind's doing or not.

"Who else would it be, idiot?"

A/N: As always, I'd love to hear what you think.