This is my first fanfic so I hope you all enjoy it . Criticism is readily accepted as long as it is helpful qwq


It burned . The brilliance of the flames as they contrasted against the midnight sky was almost unbelievable . A small home was swallowed by the flames, burning under the heat . The temperature of the fire was unbearable compared to the cool desert night . But the girl who stood before the flames didn't care . She never did . She didn't care that someone's memories were being destroyed, that pets and loved ones were lost forever . As long as the flames burned away the pain she felt inside .

A box of matches was clutched tightly in her left hand, a large, red bottle of gasoline sat patiently at her feet . She only had minutes to leave, the cops would come soon . But she couldn't bring herself to move her feet, the scene before her was so tragically beautiful . She couldn't explain her love for the beauty and destruction fire brought to the world around her .

Sirens could be heard in the distance, flashing lights were visible along the horizon . The was no way she could stay now, it was time to move and move quickly . The girl picked the gasoline up and threw it into the fire, the plastic melting almost instantly . She stuffed the matches into the pocket of her darkly colored hoodie, turning away from the scene and taking off down the street . The girl disappeared right before the emergency units arrived at the vortex of swirling flames .

[ x ]

Maka sat at the dining room table, a plate piled high with pancakes was placed in front of her . He father pulled out the seat across from her and sat down with a sigh . The girl feigned a confused look and stared at her father, waiting for him to speak up . The redhead looked at his daughter, figuring that she would want an explanation .

The man worked with Death City's PD, he was one of the police officers that was to work cases involving any kind of fire . Whether it be a small fire in someone's yard or an entire block set aflame he was one of the first to arrive . Last night had been no different .

"There was a fire last night" The man told his daughter .

"Again ?" The blonde asked through a mouthful of food . Her father nodded .

"Yes, no deaths this time . Although the family's cat did not make it out in time" Was his reply .

That was the end of their conversation . Maka knew her father wouldn't say any more about the fire, not even to his precious angel of a daughter . She finished the rest of her breakfast in silence before standing and exiting the room . She slipped her plate into the sink and pick up the newspaper that was beside the stove . The fire had made the front page, the fires always did .

In Death City fires weren't uncommon, they were in the middle of the desert after all . It was arid and dry, the smallest spark could light all the bushes in a mile's radius ablaze . Although the string of house fires was different . It was abnormal for so many houses to catch alight in such rapid succession . There were times when it wouldn't even be a week before another house was lit up like a Christmas tree . The PD was convinced it was arson . There was no way for it to not be .

Maka tossed the paper back onto the counter, she had more important things to worry about than the recent string of fires in the city . She was graduating high school soon, and didn't need anything to distract her from her studies .

She busied herself with getting ready for school, picking up a brush and pulling her long, blonde hair into pigtails . The senior could pass as a freshman with how small and young she looked . She wore a school uniform, the same as every other senior . It was the only thing that separated her from looking like one of the underclassmen . Plaid skirt, white blouse, knee high socks . That what every female senior in her school was required to wear . Most wore mary janes with the outfit but Maka fancied herself to black combat boots . The girl also wore a yellow sweater vest to try and partially hide her small bust .

Once she was finished with getting ready, Maka grabbed her backpack and headed out the door . She walked to school, her father was usually too busy looking over important documents or sleeping in to give her rides to school . The blonde didn't mind though, she rather be away from the man than sit in a car with him and ruin her whole day by listen to him go on about how she is his little angel and how much he loves her . The man was as annoying as hell and she couldn't stand it .

[ x ]

Shiny green eyes stared at calming blue ones . Her best friend, Tsubaki Nakatsukasa stood in front of her shorter friend . The blonde had to tilt her head up to look at the raven haired beauty's face . The taller, more busty senior smiled at her shorter, blonde friend . It was lunch time at the Shibusen and the two girls always sat together to eat . Today's lunch was mac and cheese . Whole grain mac and cheese . It wasn't the most appealing in appearance but tasted alright . The two ate their food in silence before the black haired one spoke up .

"There was a fire again last night" She stared expectantly at her friend .

"I know" Maka replied, not looking up at the other girl .

Tsubaki sighed, "how many deaths were there this time, I'm sure your father told you about it ."

"None unless you count a cat" the blonde said before continuing to munch on her lunch .

Tsubaki shook her head, knowing that her friend wouldn't say anything else about the situation . She never did when it came to the fires around the city . The taller one stood up, catching the attention of her friend with her sudden action . She smiled reassuringly at the blonde and picked up her partially empty tray motioning to the trash can . Maka gave a small nod and picked her nearly empty tray up, standing as well . They didn't talk about the fire for the rest of the day .

[ x ]

The walk home was dreadful . The sun burned in the sky mercilessly . Midday was the hottest point of the day and the blonde was stuck walking two miles down the city under the heat of the sun . Sweat rolled down her forehead as Maka clutched onto the straps of her backpack . She trudged along the sidewalk, eyes flitting around as she watched people interact with each other in the heat of the day . They all seemed so happy with large smiles on their faces and their loud laughter resonating across the street . People were weird, Maka had figured that out quite awhile back . She didn't understand them, how they could be so happy in the sweltering heat ? How they could be so carefree with so many others around ? Maka didn't have many friends, Tsubaki being her closest and only friend, so she figured that she only didn't understand others was because she never interacted with others .

It was a thirty minute walk . Just like it was everyday . Some days it took longer if she dilly dallied or stopped to buy something . Maka stood in front of her door, the sound of voices could be heard inside . Only her father and her that lived there, he shouldn't be talking unless someone else in the house . She jammed her keys into the knob and unlocked the door, throwing it open after pulling them out .

She stared at the scene playing out in front of her . Her father was sitting on the couch, a woman with curly blue hair sitting in his lap . Both were giggling and laughing . Her father was a married man but it seemed like he took the chance to cheat on his wife every time she left on a business trip . The pair didn't even notice her as she stormed pass them and stomped up the stairs, leaving the front door wide open .

Make burst into her room, looking around with a purpose . She spotted the item of necessity on her dresser . She pulled on a black hoodie, snatching the half full box of matches off the corner of her dresser before flying down the stairs . As she flew pass the duo they looked up, finally realizing that she had entered the house . She was gone in a matter of seconds though, they were barely able to process that she was there when she slammed the door behind her and took off down the street .

[ x ]

Maka waited in the alley for hours . She waited until the sun when down and for the desert to grow cold . Once it did she walked out, hidden in the dark . Her small hands grabbed at her hood before pulling it up, covering her head . A bottle of gasoline was held in her right hand, a box of matches stuffed in her left pocket . She walked down the dead streets . One would think that they would be a bit more lively and active with cops due to the recent string of events . But it wasn't . Death City's PD was terrible . They didn't have enough cops on hand and none were very good at their job . The police department was more of a joke than anything .

Her feet made hushed slapping sounds on the pavement as the hurried down the streets . Her pace was fast, determined . The blonde was making her way across the city with a purpose . She had to reach the neighborhood before it got too late into the night . She would look more suspicious than she already did if she stayed out for too long .

It took her twenty minutes to reach her destination . Maka looked at the small house with a burning hatred . The owner of the humble abode was the one that Maka had found in her father's lap . The wench that her father cheated on her mother with lived there .

The blonde made quick work of the place, splattering gasoline on every place she could reach on all four sides of the home . She then pulled out a bobby pin from her pocket, jabbing it into the lock . She jiggled it around until she heard the tumblers fall into place . The door opened silently with the help of the night's breeze . Maka made no hesitation as she drenched whatever she could with the amount of gasoline she had .

She stood in the entrance of the house, a match in hand . She then dragged it along the side of the box in a quick, practiced motion, setting the small stick aflame . Maka dropped the match on the ground, the chair closest to it catching on fire, spreading to everything else inside at a steady pace . She turned and walked away calmly, crossing to the other side of the street at the edge of an alley .

The fire soon spread to the outside of the house, reaching up towards the sky . Maka felt more satisfied with this fire then she did with the one the night before . This one was revenge on the bimbo she had found her father with, not the innocent victims of her rage . She watched as the flames grew larger, engulfing the empty house . For the the second time that night she could hear sirens go off in the distance, but this time she knew her father would not be occupying one of the cars . When she could see the lights on top of the cars in the distance she figured she should go .

Maka turned to take off down the alley way but didn't make it more than a few yards before bumping into a warm body . Fear rushed through her veins, someone had seen her set the house on fire, they watched her as she watched her work burn . The blonde looked up, her panicked gaze reached flame red eyes . Eyes that were a color more brilliant than the fires she lit . It was a boy around her age, but not one that she had ever seen before . Her thoughts went a mile a minute, terrified of the events that would soon occur . The boy opened his mouth, the second before he spoke felt like and eternity .

"Why" was all that came out of his mouth in a hushed tone .


I hope you found this to your liking ? Ah, more to come in the near future . Thanks for reading ! Reviews are appreciated !