So, I know I should be writing for my Spirit Guardian of Shinigami story, but I am just in the mood to write one-shots or other stories, as I am on a bit of a writer's block with almost everything right now. Anyway, here I go with another KiddxMaka story, as they are my favorite couple at the moment.

I do not own Soul Eater or anything but the ideas behind my stories!

Maka POV

I'm working around the library to reorganize the last pile of books in the return cart when I hear the door slam open then closed again, followed by panting and the sound of someone collapsing to the floor.

"Hello?" I step out from the aisle only to be tackled and have a gun pointed at my face. I don't dare to move a muscle as I stare up past the barrel of the gun to see a boy about my age with pale skin, golden eyes, and three white stripes on the left side of his head, going through his pitch black hair. I notice his eyes widening upon seeing something about me, and he relaxes enough to move the gun away from my face.

"Have you been attacked?" He asks me, not bothering with any introductions or an explanation for what just happened. He then just stands up, but keeps his gun aimed in my general direction.

"Attacked? Look, you're the only one who has come here in several hours, and you are the one to have attacked me." I start getting really angry and reach for a book as I stand up. "Tell me right now, who are you and why did you just attack me like that?"

He turns to me and sees me getting angry. "My name is Death the Kidd, but I would rather go by Kidd. What's your name anyway?" He levels his gaze at me, making me shift in discomfort.

"Maka Albarn." He stares at me in shock. "What? Got a problem?"

"No, but… I heard you were dead, from your father, over a year ago. What are you doing here?"

"What am I-? I live and work here, now why don't you tell me what you're doing here?!"

Kidd sighs and walks back to the tables and starts pushing one towards the double door entrance, made of solid dark oak. "I was here to visit some friends who moved here a year ago, but when I went to meet up with them, there was a large crowd of zombies walking around the hotel."

My eyes widen in shock. "Z-zombies? You're kidding right?"

"I wish I was. I had to fight just to get here, since I figured a library like this one would be easy enough to hide out in." He shakes his head, almost in disbelief. "I know they're all dead though, they were a part of the crowd."

"I'm sorry." I whisper. It must have been hard to see his friends become the ones that wanted to eat him. I notice he goes back to pushing the table to block the door, and I decide to clear an easier path to his destination, moving away chairs and a book cart.

As we reach the door, but haven't gotten to blocking it off yet, it creaks open so slowly, the door groans like something out of a really bad horror movie. A horrid stench pervades my senses as a person covered in blood walks in, or more like stumbles. Their hair might have once been white, the eyes a brilliant crimson red, and teeth not so jagged, but that is not the case anymore. His hair is the brownish red of dried blood, his eyes glazed over and dull, and shark-like teeth seem to be caked in the blood, with something stuck between his teeth. He moans as he sees me and Kidd and begins to shuffle in our direction.

Kidd seems to freeze up. "Soul, please forgive me for this." The boy, Soul, only moans louder as Kidd raises his gun up and pulls the trigger, but there is not resulting bullet flying , instead a loud click to indicate the gun is out of bullets. "What?"

I make a crazy choice right then, and decide that I trust Kidd enough to show him what I can do. "Kidd, catch me!" He turns to me only to be almost blinded by a burst of light as I jump into the air and transform into a huge double-bladed scythe. My blades are an emerald green lined with gold and silver swirling patterns, and the pole is a solid black decorated in the same swirling patterns.

Kidd catches me and swings me around like an expert, cleanly decapitating his friend Soul. He then looks at me in awe, as though he was not expecting me to be able to do anything to this degree. "You're a… weapon?"

"Haha, yeah… the only good thing my dad ever did for me, in my opinion." I reply, suddenly hoping he is not among the undead horde that now wants to eat me alive.

"I have actually been acquainted with him, as he works as my father's personal weapon. He should still be in Death City." Before he can continue, I interrupt him.

"Death City? In Death Valley in Nevada? Mama said that's where they met and had me, but when they got the divorce, she got total custody over me. By the way, when did papa say that I was dead?" I transform back to my human form once I am sure that there are no more threats to our safety here.

Kidd has to think for a moment before he can give me an answer. "I think it was about a year and a half ago, sometime around then. Why do you ask?"

I recall that one accident that was supposed to be fatal, but I had barely managed to live through the injuries. "I was run over by a hit and run driver when I was crossing the street, and their light was red. I was in a coma for a month and in the hospital a week after I woke up, and it was a miracle I even survived. The sad thing is, I barely remember what happened. I guess it was from the trauma to my head that made me forget it."

"Huh." Kidd says. "That's quite a story. Anyways, would you like to speak to him?"

"If you don't mind, I would love to set him straight on his facts and his sources of information." Just as the words leave my mouth, there is banging on the door, and the table is pushed back from the sheer force of the blow.

"Perfect, just perfect!" Kidd grabs my hand and we run to the far end of the room, where I spot a mirror that is placed just right to view the door from my angle. "Maka, I need a mirror, do you-" I point over his shoulder to the wall length mirror behind him. "Lovely. Come with me, quickly!" He drags me to the mirror and starts writing strange symbols on the shiny surface, which glow with an ethereal purple light before showing a cartoonish skull symbol, then revealing a room that looks like a graveyard with a blue sky and a long aisle of guillotines leading to a door on the far end of the room. "Hold my hand, and don't let go, okay?" I nod, and he pulls me into the mirror. We land on a raised dais in front of another mirror in the room I saw through the library mirror. When I turn to look back, I only see my own reflection, then that of a man with red hair talking to a tall person wearing a white skull mask and a pointy black cloak. I listen to what they are saying, as they have not yet noticed that Kidd and I are in here now.

"Lord Shinigami, most of the cities have been overrun by the undead, and even Sid can't be of much help, regardless of the fact that even though he is a zombie, he can't seem to communicate with them. Also, we have lost communication with Kidd and the people he was to meet with."

"I know Spirit, I have been trying to get in touch with anyone that I could dispatch to check on the city where they were set to meet in."

"Father," Kidd finally brings their attention to us, "that will not be necessary. The city was overrun by them, and my friends were already dead when I found out about an hour ago."

"Kiddo! I'm glad you're okay, but who is this young lady? She looks familiar." Lord Shinigami, Kidd's father, comments on my presence.

"This is-"

"MAKA!" Spirit cries out, glomping me and nearly suffocating me.

"MAKAAAA CHOP!" I bring my book down on his head hard enough to lead a deep dent in his head and create a small fountain of blood coming from him. "Who told you I was dead, huh?!"

"Maka? No wonder I thought I recognized you, it's been years since I last saw you." Lord Shinigami is the one to answer me for my father, who is clearly incapable of doing so. "Spirit told us you were in an accident and had died, which he heard from someone in town, I am assuming."

"Well, I almost died, but I didn't." I glare at my pathetic, weeping father in a heap on the floor at my feet. I notice there is a small puddle of blood forming under his head. "Anyway, will you please explain to me what is happening? One minute I'm working in the library in Phoenix, then Kidd comes barging in and points a gun at me, and now I'm here! Is there anything you can tell me about all of this?"

"Of course." Even with his cartoonish mask, he seems to become more serious about what we are talking about. "About three weeks ago, we raided a witch's lab, where there was evidence of experimentation on raising the dead, and even the possibility of trying to control them, based on the notes we found. Clearly, that hasn't worked out too well for anybody. From what we could tell, the lab had been abandoned for a while, but there were a few of the undead that were dealt with and brought back for examination."

The door at the far end of the room opens, and a man with a stitched lab coat, silver hair, glasses, and oddly enough, a huge screw going through his head. "Lord Shinigami, I found something in the library regarding- Maka? Is that you?"

"Who's asking?" I reply.

My father finally recovers and answers my question. "Maka, this is Franken Stein, my former partner and your godfather. He is also a professor here at DWMA, and one of the most powerful meisters to have ever graduated."

"Oh, okay."

Lord Shinigami clears his throat. "Anyway, back to your explanation. About two weeks ago, a small town a few mile away from the lab went lifeless, and upon investigation, we found familiar conditions. The whole thing has taken place in a large number of small towns and a couple of cities all over the United States, but there have been no reports of anything like this in any other country, as I have kept a strict watch over the other DWMA branches."

Stein enters the conversation. "I have reason to believe that this is all an experiment to this witch, who is almost definitely still alive and observing her work."

It would make sense for this to be some sick, twisted edition of an experiment, especially one that will be so devastating in the long run. "So, is there anything here that I could do?"

"Maybe." Kidd answers, then looks to Lord Shinigami. "Father, Maka is able to turn into a double bladed scythe, and is soooo symmetrical, will you allow us to be partners until this gets sorted out?" I notice his eyes have begun to sparkle at the mention of symmetry, leading me to take one step away from him.

"First, I would like to see this transformation, as this must be a recent event when she learned to transform." I nod my head and focus to become a weapon once more, remembering a long pole to separate my blades, which are long, curved, and sharper than any normal blade. I feel my body shift and jump in the air, then land in Kidd's hands, which are warm and inviting to me. "What a beautiful transformation, Maka. For someone without any training or experience in battle, you definitely exceed even my expectations."

"A very imposing blade indeed." Stein comments, and I cast my image on the blade promptly, if only to make it seem as though we are having a decent conversation. "I would definitely like to find out why your powers never surfaced when you were younger." He suddenly grins like a madman, which seems to suit his appearance, to which we all sweatdrop.

"Um, maybe that can be saved for later." I say after a moment of silence, before I notice I have a major headache forming, my stomach feels as though it is dropping, and I see images flash before my eyes as I transform back and fall forward into an unending darkness.

Kidd POV

"Maka?!" I catch her as she falls forward, eyes rolling to the back of her head. I guide her so she is sitting on the floor, but upright in my arms, so I can check her pulse. It is strong and returning to a normal pace, indicating that she must have just had too much stress to handle at the moment. I look up to see Father and Death Scythe behind me, concern in every line of their bodies.

Stein comes to my side to examine her and to check my personal theory. "Her pulse is fast, but slowing down, so I think she is just too stressed out. She should be alright with a little bit of rest, but make sure she takes it easy for a few hours after she wakes up so I can check her."

"Yes, Professor." I look at her father. "I will take her to Gallows Mansion so she can rest, and I will make sure she is comfortable there, as she is now my weapon partner."

Okay, I had hoped this would be a one-shot, but that clearly is not going to happen. I will update as often as possible, so please review if there are any requests for either this story or for one you would like for me to write.

I do not own anything except the idea for the storyline here!