Author's Note: New Fanfic. Note that character's will likely be OOC. This story takes place in a different setting than in the anime. Please excuse all errors and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater or lyrics to Angel by Natasha Bedingfield.

Summary: Death's Angel roams the night skies maintaining peace with everyone in the world of darkness. Despite her new title, she's never met a demon, and certainly not one like Soul. What would happen if the two were to befriend?

Death's Angel

Unlucky Thirteenth

She brushed her long hair that reached her mid back repeatedly. Today she would wear her dark feathered headband. Already dressed in her mostly black, gothic mini dress and boots, she began to make her way to her face adding back eyeliner. Today she was finally inheriting her mother's title of 'Death's Angel', and she knew from her mother that she had to look the part. No longer would she be 'Soon to be Death's Angle'. She felt proud of it. If only her mother had been with her then.

Downstairs was a ball with all her friends waiting for her, one of them being Tsubaki. Her friend was the town's ghost whisperer. She would speak to troubled souls and lessen their worries at the town's cemetery. Tsubaki had always been the good listener who never judged even those like Black Star who'd been a dark demon hunter. Not all demons were bad, but those who were, were known as dark demons. Some demons that became powerful to an extreme level were called demon gods. Maka herself had been a hunter and like many hunters had unnatural abilities and or exceptional battling skills. Black Star like Tsubaki, had been invited to her birthday party, and she was sure she would hear him brag about his fighting skills a few times.

There was a knock on the door. She knew it was her papa.

"I'm finished. I'll be there in a second."

"Did you want me to walk you down, sweetheart?" His words carried loads of affection only to be torn down by her words.

"No papa! I'm thirteen now! I can walk down by myself!"

"Papa was only asking. I just want you to know that I'm always here when you need me." He now sounded dejected, but Maka hadn't cared. She knew he only meant that when he wasn't out drinking and flirting with women. She hated her papa and blamed him for the divorce with her mother. Maka walked to the door and twisted the knob open. One thing she had really hoped was to see her mother again today. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Although she hadn't blown out any candles yet, she made a wish. Her mother.

"We now introduce the towns new Death's Angel! Maka Alburn!"

She opened her eyes and proceeded in walking down the long staircase. There were a lot of people in the ballroom. She'd never expected so many to show up. She felt her face and ears heat up. She guessed she wouldn't be able to act as nonchalant about it as she had hoped. What was more was that she wasn't used to the new violet wings the hovered over her back. Still, she was grateful they weren't big or large in the slightest way. Though in her earlier practice, she learned she could expand them for better flight. They also seemed to be in the form of a dark gas or fog as they were all solid either. They made her look more 'deathly'.

Oh?

There was Kid waiting for her at the middle of the stairs. She took the hand he'd held out for her and they proceeded in walking down the rest of the steps together. Kid had been the 'Death Prince', also known as Lord Death's son. She felt a little calmer with him at her side. Now onto the marbled floor with everyone else, music began to play once more. They danced. "How does it feel to be the new Angle of Death?"

"I'm not sure." Maka replied. She'd spun around with a hand joined with Kid's. She then rejoined both hands. Dancing was fun. She moved her hips to the modern dancing rhythm and took a range of steps forward and back.

"You're pretty good."

"Thanks." She'd taken lessons when she was younger. She'd studied ballet the most and this showed through her posture and the way she moved. Kid spun her around once more, but this time let her go as she continued to make a row of spins.

"I enter with eyes on one sight alone."

She spun again.

"Someone unfamiliar; a being unknown."

She managed another spin.

"With such grace and dancing you've stolen my breath."

She stopped with a foot forward and a hand extended at a figure. The figure took her hand and the both looked at one another. He had been the one speaking just now and continued.

"Let's please have a dance, my angel of death." Eyes had never been so alluring to her. His, were the color of blood. She marveled at them and then to the rest of his appearance. He looked sharp with a black suit and tie showing a red shirt underneath. His hair was the color of snow, a color uncommon. Suddenly she realized the words she had heard while spinning. She remembered they had belonged to him. She hadn't felt so calm anymore.

Without bothering to wait for a reply the boy pulled her away from where a crowd had stood around them and took both her hands. She felt hot again as her face reddened. A new song began to play. "Look at me," he spoke. She did so. "Don't be nervous. You were doing just awesome weren't you?" His voice was so assuring. Her heart eased it's quick pace. She began to calm down. They began moving from side to side. She made effort to move her body to the music and vary her footsteps. She looked at him.

"…If I could be your angel~"

She turned and held hands with him once more. She danced in front of him, letting herself be guided for a few seconds before letting a hand go. He spun her around and extended his joined arm out letting her dance freely before joining both hands with her once more. He later lifted her up and spun her with grace, just as she danced. All eyes were on them; however this went unknown to the two of them.

"A.N.G.E.L"

This was fun. Once she'd locked eyes with him in the beginning she couldn't pull them away. She swore his attraction was uncanny. She'd be heartbroken once the song was over, but right then the blonde hadn't cared. Moments later the music did conclude. The boy let go of her hands and began to walk off with a smile. She called after him as she attempted to catch up. Maka asked for a name when she did. She had to know, but when she did he pulled a strand of her hair to ease her closer. In her ear he whispered 'Soul'. He then proceeded in walking away. Even then she found her eyes on the boy. Only did the voice of the self called, 'great and powerful Black Star', break her gaze.

"What's going on with you Maka?"

"Oh, Black Star." She snuck a glance back at Soul while she spoke. A hand waved over her eyes. It was Tsubaki.

"Hello Maka, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, it's just.."

"You sure? Your face is all red."

"Keep it down Black Star." Maka hadn't wanted his words to be heard.

"Who was that boy anyway Maka?"

"I don't know. I was hoping you might. Does she seem at all familiar?"

"No… not that I know of. I asked around but no one seems to know who he is. You can try asking Kid."

"Maka," as if on cue, Kid began making his way to the blonde.

"Yes, Kid?"

"It's sad to say, but I was told that your mother was not able to make it." Her heart fell. "I'm very sorry Maka." Both Kid and Tsubaki placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"It's alright Maka," was her tall friend's reply.

"Still, Maka may I mention that your gift from her has been sent and is waiting for you in the room you were in upstairs."

"See it wasn't a total lost!" Black Star's voice was cheerful.

"Thanks for letting me know. Also Kid, do you know anyone by the name Soul?"

"Soul? Is there I last name?"

"Sorry, but I don't know it."

"Well, that's fine. I'll look into it for you Death's Angel. It'll be one of my gifts to you. In the mean time, why not blow out your many candles?"

"Okay, I'll go tell Papa that I'm ready to start."

"I'm already ahead of you, honey!"

Maka was embarrassed by how loud his words were and how others retaliated with laughter. Even her friends, minus Kid did the same. "C'mon Maka, let's just head over there okay." Her friends pushed her in the direction of her birthday cake. Once over there they all marveled at how much space it had taken on the table.

"Dude, that's a huge cake!"

"Well, there are so many guests."

"I want first piece!"

"Black Star it's not your cake, it's Maka's."

Tsubaki's words were true. The large decorated chocolate cake with thirteen candles had been all hers. Spirit finished lighting all the candles and a crowd began to form around them. "Make a wish Maka!"

Crap!

Earlier she had already made a wish before coming down stairs to where the ball would take place. That wish, had not and would not come true even if she wished for it then. If this was so, what would she wish for? What exactly did she want instead of her wonderful mother? She took one more moment to think. "Did you think of anything, honey?"

"…Yeah."She knew what to wish for.

To become an Angel of Death greater than my mother, that is my wish.

Maka blew out her candles.

"Kid, we have important information we need to tell you!"

"Alright, but first may I see the guest list for this event?"

"Sure thing Kid." Liz handed him a list in which he began to scan quickly.

"We've heard news of an uninvited guest."

"I can't find it." As quickly as that he finished scanning the names and folded the list back up neatly.

"A dangerous one," Patty added. The two girls were sisters known as 'Death's Little Helpers', assisting Kid with anything thing he needed.

"Know anyone by the name Soul?"

"There hasn't been a name mentioned."

"Wait, I remember! Liz, you ran off to tell Kid. I was gonna do the same and then that old man said something else."

"Something else?"

"Old man?"

"Yeah, Kid. This old man ran here all tired and we asked him for a name, but he said he wasn't here to attend. I then saw he had a wound."

"Did you call for medical assistance?"

"Yes, right away."

"Then he like collapsed and told us some demon had killed his daughter and came to warn us. He said he heard the demon say he would be headed here, but we didn't see anyone suspicious."

"But what did he mention Patty?" Kid asked with interest.

"He said something like the demon had red eyes and preferred to attack young women and could take a soul with no evidence left out and stuff. He must've seen his daughter been killed himself otherwise the man probably wouldn't have known and told us. "

"Haven't we investigated murders like that?"

"Yeah, what was that name witnesses called it?"

"Soul-something."

"Soul?" Kid remembered. It was their current top murder case. A demon that could kill, but also kill with his hands cleaned, meaning no blood splattered. It was an interesting case that still went unsolved.

"That's right!" The sisters said in unison. They remembered as well. It was 9:59.

"Quick, where's Maka? We need to find her quick and let her know."

"Roger!"

The lights were off. She hadn't known where the light switch was when she was in the room earlier, but she could see in the dark with ease, better than she could before. She saw a brightly wrapped box on the vanity table she sat at before. She walked over and lifted up the lid. Inside was a box. She lifted it out and saw a crafted surface with gems. "This is interesting." Oh look, a note. From her mother it read,

Maka, I'm sorry I wasn't able to make it to your special day. Please tell your friends I said 'hi'. The box you should find is 'Insanity's Box'. Similar in ways to Pandora's Box, however once opened, it does not unleash evils. There's no need to worry. Given to the Angel of Death to keep, it can be used in various ways. What they are, I want you to discover and find out on your own. Please take good care of my gift and have a wonderful birthday. Enjoy being the Angel of Death and be a great one. Hope to see you soon.

Mother

Maka noted that her father hadn't been mentioned once in the letter. She snickered and examined the box closely. Her head turned at the sound of a door closing.

"So, this is where you were?" It was him again. She searched her brain for a name. Soul, she remembered.

"What are you doing here?" She put the box down on the table and turned back to him with full attention. She hadn't noticed him lock the door behind him.

"I was wondering where you were. I had to see you again. A friend of yours told me you were up here." In her head she thanked Tsubaki.

"You had to see me again?" Maka took a step closer as she was still a victim of his alluring presence.

"You are a beautiful girl after all. I admit I had a fun time dancing with you."

"Really? I had fun too." She wasn't used to this sort of thing and didn't know what else to say. She just watched as he looked at her. After a while she asked, "What?"

"Oh I'm sorry. Believe me I'm probably as nervous as you are. It's just that I can tell that like you're your appearance, you also have a beautiful soul."

Beautiful soul?

He took a few steps forward.

"Actually, the truth is that I came here for a reason other than just chat with you." He stepped in closer. "Truth is that I…"

That you…Why was she so anxious? Was she actually hoping that he…?

"…That I—" He leaned in closer. Maka, who had had fallen prisoner, couldn't control herself. What was it exactly?

Their lips pressed together gently. A bubbly feeling overwhelmed her and she found it hard to think anymore. After what seemed like ten seconds, they hadn't broken apart. The same result with five more seconds. She needed to breath from her mouth, as inhaling from her nose wasn't enough then. He then let go, but quickly went back in for more though time him slid in his tongue. She had a feeling he would not break away this time. Then, it started. She felt numb and her heart ached more and more as seconds passed. He then pushed her against a wall. Crap! How would she get out of this one? Her heart rate began to slow as well. Her grip felt weak and she was beginning to give up all hope.

"MAKA! MAKA ARE YOU THERE?!" There was hard pounding against the door. Her friends' words were scrambled. Soon she wouldn't be able to hear them, just how her vision began to blur. Her life was being sucked away and there was nothing she could do. She couldn't think, she couldn't feel sorry; she couldn't mad, sad, or relived. Maybe when it was all over, there'd be relief.

The pain of an empty heart, or an empty soul, how one could be without it…was something she couldn't think about at the time, but the pain she felt was unbearable. If an Angel of Death were to fall dead in battle or assassination, they would fall into unseen darkness and wonder there alone. She wasn't too sure of the last part, but darkness was all she began to see.

Darkness and nothing else.

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