"Well I might as well enjoy myself these two weeks," Said a young woman of 18 years. Reluctantly getting off the bed, she made her way to the dresser to choose out her outfit for the day. "Wearing a sweater and long jeans isn't going to help with this heat," she thought to herself. Finally choosing a gray tank with a pair of dark denim shorts that stops just below her bottom, she gave up and decided to throw in a sheer floral blouse. Once setting the clothing on the bed she turned coming face to face with her reflection from the mirror on top of the dresser. Her once vivid violet eyes are now dull, seeming lifeless. Looking upward she was greeted by messy pastel purple hair tied up into a bun with front bangs that covered her brows.

Huffing, she turned to walk towards the bathroom to take a shower. Stripping off her night wear, she hopped in the shower turning the water on to make it warm. As she was busy washing herself she couldn't stop her mind from wondering back to the reason she was on this cruise in the first place…

It was like any other Wednesday that had passed. Looking down at the watch on her wrist she saw it was only noon as she walked back from the store. Her normal attire consisted of a black Peter Pan collar with dress that ended below her bottom which was paired with black sheer tights and black leather combat boots. Her arms were bare showing off her tribal marks that littered the skin from her shoulder to her wrist. Her double toned hair was tied up into a high ponytail due to the hot climate.

She unconsciously fiddled with her emerald pendant that's around her neck as she tried to shake off this feeling that something bad was going to happen. She's the type who usually keeps to herself, but can be very teasing and playful at the same time. She is a person who cares about her friends and is always willing to help and sacrifice for who she cares for. The only downfall to this is that she loses her sanity when she is pushed beyond her limit.

"I wonder what Soul is up to," she thought tugging along the bag of purchases from the store. Soul is 18 and is a scythe weapon. He has laid-back and nonchalant person. He also tries to mold himself to his expectations of how someone 'cool' would act. He is slightly immature by being headstrong, stubborn, and argumentative. One thing he has gained from all the years of being 'cool' is that he is possibly one of the most loyal people one could possibly meet. Soul has white hair swept to one side and red eyes. He is known for his heavily exaggerated facial expressions and pointed teeth. He naturally has a lazy, droopy, and somewhat uninterested expression on his face. Soul often wears blue jeans, red shoes, and a bright orange shirt with long sleeves going to his elbows.

Opening the door to her and her beloved boyfriend's house she stood there motionless by the scene played out in front of her very own eyes. Soul, her boyfriend of 1 year, was busying himself with a girl, whom she cannot see at the moment, having a heated lip lock on her couch. Her couch. Rubbing her eyes not wanting to believe it, she dropped the bag of items that earned the attention of the pair.

"N-Nichole, it isn't what it looks like!" Soul pathetically said getting off the female.

"Really? Do you think I'm that exaggeratedly stupid!" Nichole spat out.

"No!"

"What am I looking at then?"

"I-I don't know," he was lost for words. Being caught in the act was so nerve racking that he felt like he was going to explode. Nichole looked over to the female on the couch who had a face of terror.

"Maka? Well I don't see the surprise in that," she thought sadly. Maka is 18 and is a Scythe-Meister who is bright, cheerful, direct and confident, smart, caring, compassionate, and hardworking, in stark contrast to her partner Soul. She is known to be strong willed and mature. Maka is a petite young woman with ash blonde hair which she keeps in pigtails. Her outfit is a typical schoolgirl outfit consisting of a white blouse with a yellow sweater vest, a green striped tie, a red plaid skirt, and black boots with white buckles. When she fights in battles with Soul, she usually wears white gloves and wears a trench coat with a cloak-like end. Their soul wavelengths are tuned to withstand each other and they have known each other for a longer period of time, which made Nichole even more upset.

Nichole wasn't like the others in their group back at the D.W.M.A. Everyone at the academy either has the ability to transform into a certain weapon or the ability to wield a weapon. That is why people are able to choose their partners who they will have to tune and match each other's wavelength for the meister to be able to wield their weapon partner to fight. But she wasn't a weapon nor meister, she herself didn't know what she was. Nichole was very unique, she held the power of performing enchantments that grants her many abilities. Because of this Lord Death, yes death himself who is what they call a grim reaper and a good lord to all, categorized her as a witch. Yet, she didn't feel like she was one due to the fact that she has met witches in the past. Each and every one of them were animal related, which lead her to believe that she was something completely different, but kept the label placed upon her anyways. "I never will be like everyone else," the witch thought to herself.

Unknowingly as she was lost in thought she wasn't aware of the hot tears that were flowing out of her eyes like rivers. Seeing this, Maka and Soul immediately panicked. They both knew that when the witch is in a negative emotional state she will lose her grip on sanity and can cause major damage to them and the surrounding area. The duo quickly dressed their half-naked bodies to go look for help. As they were finishing they were stopped in the process by a now heavily sobbing Nichole who sat on her knees. She tried rubbing the tears away but failed in doing so. Maka walked slowly towards the weeping female wanting to comfort her but was stopped by Nichole's voice.

"D-don't you dare get c-close to me" she stuttered out looking down at the floor hopelessly. Maka being the type in not giving up didn't want to leave her friend crying.

"Nick! You have to calm down! You know how it affe- "

"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" Nichole screamed looking up making eye contact. Poison angered eyes met green worried ones. Maka took a step back at the cold tone used at her. The witch has never lost her temper at any of her friends so being the one in line of the blow didn't sit well. Soul who finally snapped out of his daze went to pull his partner away from his angered sobbing girlfriend. Seeing this only made Nichole even more heated, too heated for her liking. Watching Soul touch Maka tenderly made her want to kill them right then and there. Frozen at the thought, she quickly pstood up wanting to get away before she really loses her sanity. The young teen was almost out the door, but was stopped by a strong tanned hand gripping her forearm. Maka warned Soul, but being him he ignored the warning and grabbed her anyways.

"Let. Me. Go." The witch said in a low dangerous tone.

"Nick, you know we car-,"

"No, you don't care! Don't you dare call me by that name!"

"Bu-," he was cut off again.

"Only those who care for me are allowed to say that name," Nichole said looking out the still open door. Soul was frozen at those words. He didn't know what to say but it was too late as he let the words come out of his mouth.

"I love you though." The room grew silent as those words rang in the air. Maka brought her hands to cover her mouth that was gaping wide at the statement. Soul sighed shakenly, "Nic-," He was cut off for the third time as Nichole's palm shot out and connected with his chest sending him flying to the wall across the room. Maka looked over to where Soul laid sitting against the wall he was thrown to then back at Nichole. She paled at the sight before her as she felt the air chill around her.

Both of Nichole's eyes were pitch black as if they were endless holes with black veins coming out of the outer corners. Her tribal marks swirled to life as they moved to spread over the rest of the bare skin on her entire body. In a blink of an eye Nichole was in front of Soul looking down at him in a murderous way. Maka soon snapped out of her dazed and realized that her friend's hands had busied themselves in grabbing a hold of her partner's throat choking him to death. Soul clawed and kicked at his girlfriend but failed in budging her.

"M…Maka," he rasped out barely looking over to her. She dashed quickly into the bathroom and fogged over the mirror to write down 42-42-564. The mirror flashed to life to reveal Lord Death himself with his more childish mask and robe that he adopted to wear to not scare away the kids at the academy with his normal appearance. He even changed his voice to go along with his new look.

"Hello, hello! Wass-,"

"I need help ASAP, Nichole went berserk!" Maka said in a rush cutting him off.

"What happen?" Death asked as if it was a good time to be asking

"No time to explain I really need help!"

"Okay, calm down help is on the way," Lord Death said as he put up the peace sign with his overly large block hands while the mirror flashed out. Not even a second later Maka heard a distant "Yahoo!" and quickly ran out. Of course, it was Black Star who it belonged to. He was accompanied by his Shadow weapon partner Tsubaki, who can transform into a variety of ninja weapons, along with Professor Franken Stein and Lord Death's death scythe, and Maka's dad, Spirit. Behind them came Death's son, Death The Kidd with his two weapons Liz and Patty. Maka let out a sigh of relief at the sight of them.

All of them sprang into action quickly. Stein immediately ran at Nichole, who was unaware of the arrival of the others, and knocked her from where she was standing. He grabbed onto Soul and practically threw him at Maka which made her fall on the couch flipping it over with Soul on top of her. He then went to check on Soul while the others dealt with the raging witch.

Nichole stumbled back to her feet only to be swept off her feet again by Spirit who transformed his arm into a blade to swipe her legs from under.

"Black Star, now!" Spirit yelled.

"Oh yeah, now you'll get a taste of a great god like me!" Black Star boasted as he channeled his soul wavelength through his palms that connected to Nichole's back sending shock waves throughout her whole body. Air was shot out by the surge of power making everyone cover their eyes. As everything settled, furniture was thrown everywhere and in the middle stood the young witch unfazed by the attack laid on her. She started to laugh madly as she spun on her heel to kick both Black Star who was in front and Spirit who was behind. Tsubaki came running forward to catch her meister but was knocked back by an unknown force. Her back connected with Kidd, who tried to not lose his footing, and they tumbled together onto the table breaking it in the process. Both looked up to see Nichole with her arm stretched out and her hand in a stop position. Tsubaki realized that it was the witch who used one of her other magics to send her flying. Kidd thinking the same got back on his feet, helping Tsubaki up along the way.

"Liz! Patty!" Kidd called out to his partners.

"Yeah," both responded as they transformed into their weapon form being twin pistols. Despite their weapon form they are different in appearance when in human form. Liz, who is 19 and being the oldest of the two, has long hair, is practically flat chested, and prefers wearing pants. Being the cool-headed and serious of the sisters, she can also be a little cynical, shallow, and sometimes can be flirty. While Patty, who is 17, has short hair, a bigger bosom than her sister, and prefers wearing shorts. She acts and speaks like a young child and is certainly unaware of more complex concepts. Both sisters however wear the same red turtle neck crop top, boot, and cowboy hats.

Kidd quickly grabs a hold of their handles holding them sideways in a backwards position meaning he pulls the trigger with his pinkie. He shot at Nichole with his wavelength bullets repeatedly making her shuffle backwards towards Black Star who had Tsubaki in her ninja star form. Nichole, who senses him behind her, turns and ducks to avoid Tsubaki. Angered by the attack she then clasps her hands together summoning a fiery circle which seems as if it could burn right through the floor. The circle is flooded with foreign symbols and letters that stretch 7 feet around her and Black Star. The magic radiating from the circle sparked off and onto her body as wind started to form around the enchantment. Opening her right eye, she revealed the same magic circle in the center as her left hand palm down shot out pointing at Black Star. In quick motion she swept her hand upwards as her victim's own circle glowed.

Spirit, seeing her about to attack with full force, pushed Black Star out of the way as she attacked blindingly fast by summoning a large hand of fire from the ground. Maka watched hopelessly as her dad is shot through the roof of the house at a fast speed.

"PAPA!" She screamed at the top of her lungs making Stein turn his attention from tending Soul to the scene behind him. He quickly dashed towards the raging witch.

Nichole then turns to Maka, who is holding Soul to her chest in a protecting manner, failing to notice Stein moving quietly to the right of her. As she walks towards them Black Star tries to jump on her only to be hit in the face hard by her elbow making him knock out. While the young witch was distracted Liz, who can use her sister in weapon form, shot at her with full power earning a painful grunt from the witch. Kidd took this opportunity with Tsubaki to hold her down. Trying to get free Nichole swung her legs up to gain momentum but is stopped by stitches bounding her to the floor. Confused, it took to her a moment too late to realize it was Professor Stein's doing as he ran at her shooting out his hands to position them at either side of her head. Widening her eyes in recognition of the move she tenses as Stein focuses on channeling his wavelength like Black Star to his hands sending powerful shock waves to her head showing no mercy. All that was heard was the crackling of sparks and the cries of pain coming from their partially insane driven friend as she is knocked unconscious.

"That should do then," Professor Stein said as he dusted off his hands.

"Why didn't you do that in the first place!" Liz yelled crossing her arms.

"Well I thought it was a good learning exercise," he said nonchalantly putting his hands in his lab coat.

"Whatever. She is out cold and Soul was tended to," Kidd said not wanting to hear them argue. He sighed and he looked over to his unconscious female friend noticing that she has a face of serenity. He saw how she had a slight smile to her face and couldn't help thinking that it was cute. "Wait. Cute? Get a hold of yourself Kidd this isn't the time to be thinking of her perfectly symmetrical face…hmm it is symmetrical now that I look at it, wait no! FOCUS!" Kidd looked away from Nichole to rid of his protruding thoughts blushing softly in embarrassment. Luckily no one notice due to the fact that they were busy lifting the two out of the house to lay outside alongside Black Star and Spirit, who both had stars spinning around their heads.

It was later in the afternoon, when everything was settled. Nichole along with Soul was placed in the infirmary to be tended to and have some well needed rest while everyone else gathered in the Death Room, which is Lord Death's 'office', to hear the reason behind today's event. Black Star had an ice pack to his eye where Nichole elbowed him last while Spirit had one on his entire head from the impact he took from flying through the roof. Everyone formed in a group circle with Maka being in the middle.

"Maka, my wonderfully adorable daughter, are you ok?" Spirit cooed.

"I'm fine papa, maybe you should worry about yourself," She cringed at her father. She looked down suddenly taking interest in her boots and fiddled with the cape that sprouts from the bottom of her blazer. She didn't want to look up because she was scared of the looks she'll get. Maka sighed, "Might as well get this over with." As she told the story there were many gasps mainly from the females and shocked expressions from her young male friends. There was also disapproving looks from the male adults. Tears welled up in her eyes from all the guilt that had boiled up but she knew she didn't deserve to cry.

It was the next morning when Nichole roused from her deep sleep. Rubbing her head, she winced at the tenderness.

"Geez, he could have been gentler. Talk about power." She muttered to herself. Getting off the bed she was placed on, she made her way to the sink to wash her face. Nichole hated that she remembers everything whilst she's rampaging. After cleaning her face, she turned and leaned on the sink looking around the infirmary. "I guess Soul left already…," suddenly becoming sad she changed from the clothes that were from the infirmary to the clothes that she found stacked by the bedside. Stretching out the tenseness in her body, she makes her way out the room to come face to face to the one person she did not want to see right now. There stood Soul leaning on the wall with his hands in his jacket and right leg propped up on the wall. If he were to say something about his position on the wall he would say something along the lines of "This is how cool people stand" or something like that. They stood there keeping eye contact until Nichole turned to leave but was stopped again by Soul holding her arm. Grinding her teeth together she tears her arm away turning towards Soul who looked terrified.

"Did you not learn your lesson yet? Or do you have a death wish?" She said with venom.

"I just wanted to say that Lord Death wants to speak with you as soon as possible," He said while rubbing his arm nervously. Nichole raised her eyebrow in question.

"I'm pretty sure there is more you wanted to say instead of telling me only that."

"I just wanted to make sure that what we hav-,"

"Had," She said indifferently cutting him off. "Look Soul, just cut the crap already you knew what you were doing and didn't stop even if it meant that it would ruin what we had." Taking a deep breath, she stepped towards Soul only to give him a powerful slap to the face. "I don't want to see you in my sight unless I tell you it's alright to be." Shocked by the slap and tone that he just received, all that was going through his mind was that he really messed up. Noticing that his now ex-girlfriend walk away he knew he had to go to pick up his belongings to move them back to Maka's like the old days. Sullenly Soul put his hands into his pockets to get started on his move.

Satisfied by the message she delivered, she walked towards the Death Room only to run into the second person she didn't want to see. There by the door stood Maka waiting for her arrival twiddling her fingers. When she heard footsteps she looked up only to see Nichole pass by without even giving the slightest glance or room for conversation. Maka sagged in defeat and walked away knowing well that she will not be able to get to talk to her friend right now.

Unknowing to the young witch, she walked right into a conversation between Death and Kidd. "O-Oh! I'm s-sorry I didn't mean to interrupt," she stammered waving her hands frantically around blushing at her rudeness.

"Ah Nick, howdy? Me and Kiddo here are actually done so no worries!" Lord Death said waving hi with his squared hand.

"Are you sure? That's a relief then," she laughed nervously rubbing her head. She looked over to Kidd who was staring intently at her making her feel self-conscious of how she looks. "Kidd?" The male in question made his way towards her, only to lift her sweatshirt that was hanging off one shoulder back on top where it should be placed, her shoulder.

"There! Now you are perfectly symmetrical," Kidd said in a dreamy voice. Unaware to him, Nichole blushed at the feeling of his gentle fingers brushing against her skin which left a hot trail where they touched. Kidd shook himself out of his daydream and stared at his female friend. Violet eyes stared back at golden ones. Lifeless met tenderness.

They were snapped out of their trance like state by Lord Death clearing his throat. Both teens blushed furiously looking away from each other. Death chuckled at how cute of a couple they could be. "It's not their time…yet. FuFu." He thought to himself as he looked between his son and his beloved witch.

Kidd cleared his throat gaining the attention of both people. "Well excuse me then father, Nick." He said as he dismissed himself from the room. Both watched him as he went, until he was through the door.

Lord Death cleared his throat again to gain Nichole's attention before he began speaking. "So my dearest Nicky Nick, I know the stress you have upon yourself with the event from yesterday. So I want to give you a two week get away on a cruise!" Lord Death said clapping his overly sized hands together. Shocked by the news, Nichole didn't know what to do or say. She just stood there trying to process the words in her head. Turning and turning the words around to make sure it meant what it meant. She then looked up at what she would call as her father figure and gave him a hug with love and tenderness. Lord Death was very much surprised at the sudden action, but quickly recovered and returned the hug and emotions. Giggling for what felt like the first time in forever she felt happy. But little did she know that he was sending Kidd, who was also clueless on the situation.

"This is all going according to plan," Death thought as he waved goodbye to his favorite witch as she left the Death Room to pack for her trip. "Mission: Relationship is a go!" he cheered with glee. The thought of his son getting into a relationship with such a good person makes him just anxious to see them together. Just by having Liz and Patty report to him weekly about Kidd's constant staring at the young witch, adding the moment he had with Nick a few moments ago, he just knows they are perfect for each other. His plan was set to go a long time ago but it was ruined due to Nichole getting together with Soul. Now he has the chance to help mend her fragile heart back together with Kidd! Death did a little dance to celebrate the chance he was given….