Death Weapon Meister Academy. The school that every weapon and meister aimed to get into. Ruled by Lord Death himself, only the best of the best could complete their years there, and turn their weapon into something everyone desperately sought after. A Death Scythe. Very few have ever managed to become death scythes, and even fewer manage to complete their years at the school without tragedy. There weren't many rules to follow at the school aside from the few, large ones that were there to protect students. But, there was one rule that was held above all others:

A meister and a weapon could never, under any circumstances, become lovers.

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A soft sigh exited the lips of the young, eighteen year old blonde who had just exited one of the cafes in Death City. She placed her cup against her lips, allowing the warm liquid to pour into her mouth and refresh her senses. She felt several cold, icy objects hit against her nose, and she giggled as she wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck. She loved the winter. She loved the snow, the way the stars seemed to shine brighter; she loved it all.

She was about to take another sip of her drink when she heard an ear-piercing scream echo throughout the streets of the city. She glanced around, and felt the presence of a rather large kishin nearby. She would take it on, of course, aside from her one problem. Her weapon had stayed back at their apartment while she went to the café.

She hurriedly ran down the street, until she came across the area in which the soul emanated the strongest. On the ground in front of her were the bodies of two now deceased victims of the kishin she had sensed; a young woman, and a young man. She heard a quiet whine from somewhere in the shadows, and upon closer examination, she saw a small baby carriage. This peaked her interest, and she slowly walked over beside it.

She was met by the large eyes of a baby girl, and was greeted by a happy squeal of delight when the child saw her. Maka smiled softly, her hands grabbing the small child and pulling her against her chest. "Come here, little one. I won't let you get hurt…" she breathed as she kissed the head of the small child. She looked around cautiously before beginning to make her way back to her apartment. The soul emanation had grown weaker, so she knew the kishin had most likely fled the scene.

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The white-haired teen was jolted awake by the sound of a loud slam, and he groaned. "Dammit… Maka, are you alright?" he mumbled as he ran his palms across the skin of his eyes. When he received no answer, he grumbled to himself and rose to his feet. His left hand reached behind him and tugged on the back of his bottoms, and he tucked his shirt into his pants with his right.

"Maka, come on… now isn't the time to be screwing arou-" He stopped when he opened the door into her room, and his eyes widened when he saw her feeding… a baby? He padded into the room and took his place on the couch, his eyes not once wandering from the small child Maka held within her arms. "Hey, Maka… what's that thing doing here?" he asked as he reached over, his forefinger very softly pressing against the cheek of the young baby.

"Soul, she's not a 'thing.' She's a baby. Her parents were killed by a kishin when I was going to come home from the café. If I had left it out there, it certainly wouldn't have made it…" Maka replied as she watched the child suck on the nipple of the bottle she held in her hand. Soul tilted his head, his eyebrow raising slightly. "But, what about Lord Death? I'm sure he doesn't approve of-" "I already talked to him about it."

This surprised Soul, seeing as how Lord Death usually wouldn't allow a baby to live under the care of two students going to his school. "He said that as long as our grades remain high, and we don't get distracted in any sort of way, we may keep the baby and raise her. Since he found out his mother and father were the only living relatives the child had, there was no one else he could possibly give her to," Maka said as she gently kissed the baby's forehead.

Soul scoffed, and he folded his arms across his chest. "Maka, come on. We're eighteen. I'm sure Lord Death can trust us to take care of a baby. Besides, we're only one witch away from turning me into a Death Scythe. And this time, we aren't gonna screw it up." This earned a small laugh and smile from his blonde partner, and she gave a quick nod of her head. "Of course. No more magic cats this time."

Soul rubbed the back of his neck, and then looked at the small baby, now asleep in Maka's arms. "Hey, does she have a name?" Maka sighed, and slowly shook her head. "No. There was no way of telling since the mother and father both got killed… but I like the name Madeline." Soul grinned a toothy smile, and nodded his head in agreement. "Little squirt. I'm gonna call you Maddie for short." Maka smiled softly at her partner, and watched him gently poke at Madeline's cheek once more.

"Soul… did you ever plan to have children one day?" This took her partner aback for a moment, and then he nodded. "Yeah. I did. I wanted to have at least three kids when I got older. But, I'm certain the person who I wish to have them with wouldn't ever take me anyway," he mumbled as he laid his head back against the couch. "Oh? You know who you want to have them with? Who is it, Soul?" she asked with a curious smile. This made Soul's cheeks flush red, and he quickly rose to his feet. "It's none of your damn business, Maka…" he hissed as he hastily made his way back into his room and shut the door.

Maka laughed quietly, and she rose to her feet before carrying the small child into her room and laying her down on the soft fabric of her bed. She threw off her jacket and changed into a more comfortable sleep shirt, along with some pants, and then laid down beside the young girl. Maka's fingers brushed aside some hair from the sleeping child's face, and she sighed softly.

"Oh Soul… if only you knew that she would take you if you gave her the chance…"