Just to state what everybody already knows: I DO NOT own Soul Eater or any other references and or song lyrics used in this FANfiction. And for future references I NEVER will (Crys) oh well. Enjoy.

Run little one

Cling to your fear

As it consumes you to your core

As it burns what's left of your very soul

To lose your light

Forget your name

To become Lost.

Chapter 1 Lucky Unlucky

*~^~* Lucky -

This was not Lucky's day.

Tripping over her own shoe laces, realizing she left her wallet in her room when she had already walked a block from her apartment, going back to said apartment and realizing she had locked her keys INSIDE and having to shimmy up a drain pipe and climb through the window, her TWO story apartment window, then running too fast to try and save time resulting in knocking over a little old lady...

Accident prone? Pffft NAH. Who, Lucky? Never. Its kind of Ironic when you think about it. Lucky was unlucky.

'More like a sick joke.'

The young woman in question shook her head to clear the thought as she walked down one of the alleys of Death City on autopilot, she didn't even have to look where she was going to know she was heading in the right direction, it had become second nature to her now.

There weren't that many people out that early in the morning so it was a relatively peaceful walk.

Lucky re-adjusted her bag strap on her shoulder as she blew a few wayward strands out of her eyes. Her hair was dyed sky blue with the tips red and gold, though her roots were beginning to show an Ash brown color. It usually reached the center of her back but was currently tied up in a messy bun at the back of her head, not at the top of her head but just behind it, but not low on her head…She was very specific, or it just didn't sit right.

'Note to self: Bye hair dye..'

The moon yawned over the city as the sun awoke for the day. It never ceased to amuse how the sun and the moon tried to fight off the inevitable.

Each morning the sun would rise.

Each night the moon would take its place.

Though it seemed neither of them cared much for the cycle as they tried to stay awake every time anyway. It was funny to watch, especially when they started to drool in their I'm-trying-to-act-like-I'm-not-tired-but-I-so-am state. It reminded her of a small child that hated bed time.

She had lived in Death city for a little over 7 months now, as one of the school medics under Deaths employ. An interesting thought that. Working for Death…

Lucky tilted her head towards the sun as she tried to judge the remaining time till she was due at the academy. Or more importantly if she would make it on time.

Lucky lived in a small apartment across town, so it was a bit of a walk from her apartment to the DWMA, though having some distance between her and the workplace was an advantage. There was constantly some kind of ruckus going on at the DWMA so some distance was a blessing. Not to mention the little book shop that was just around the corner. Yes, she was a bookworm, but so what? Books are awesome.

SERIOUSLY. You could travel the whole world and then some inside your own head. Be anyone. Live without limits.

"I'm overthinking things again." Sighing in frustration she roughly pulled down the old handle to one of the secret staff entries of the DWMA, nudging it with her hip till it swung open. Yes. The staff got their own entry and it was a pain in the ss to open without a wrentch. Ignore that last comment. Please.

Heading down a hallway into an open path in the main corridor Lucky paused as she heard noises coming from one of the supply rooms. It sounded like, giggling? Putting her ear to the door her suspicions were confirmed. She knew that high pitched shrill anywhere.

"Oh god is she serious?"

Vanessa was at it again.

Vanessa was one of the other nurses employed in the DWMA. The loose witch (Not a literal witch) had barely worked there for a week before she started to check out the 'Local cuisine' as she had put it. Lucky shook her head in disgust before continuing on to the medical wing.

Honestly.

"Ah Lucky! How are you this morning?" An overly bubbly voice brought her attention to a figure sitting behind the medical information desk. Greta.

Greta was one of those old grandma types aged around the 70 mark. Constantly in the loop with the latest gossip and the type of person that could substitute for your grandmother with a big bubbly smile and squinty eyes. She even had those little glasses on the end of her nose!

"Just a little tired. You got stuck working the desk again I see." Lucky replied with a small smile.

"Yes well, someone has to and I'll be dammed before I let one of those ditsy klutzes handle anything that requires more than a handful of brain cells to accomplish!" That may seem harsh, but you had to be there to understand, there was a SERIOUSE mix up.

About a month ago some of the other nurses had been left to attend the desk while Greta had a cold, and that just happened to be when Dr Stein (Serious nutcase) took class Crescent Moon out on a little...trip. At least half the class had ended up in the infirmary. For whatever reason (That escaped her completely) the nurses sent reports to each persons family telling them their kids had died in a freak field experiment. When Greta came back the next day she spent 9 hours refiling and sending out apology letters to various families explaining that their children were not infact DEAD, like they had been told. Though to be fair, the death tole cards where right next to the report letters...To be honest Lucky thought it was more than a little concerning they even HAD death tole cards in the first place. Mhe.

"Yeah I feel you Greta. I'll head up to the infirmary; it's been a while since I took over up there. Are there any patients and has Vanessa been up to check on them?" Lucky asked as she tied the issued nurse's apron around her waist over her clothes. She knew she looked rather odd in her loose black and white long sleeved shirt and light washed jeans matched with her sneakers and Nurses apron (Very professional). To each his own. There was a uniform to go with the apron but it was so…Ruffles…Short...yeah. NO. Not even worth describing. It was so unfair, the doctors got lab coats.

"Only the one Hun and last I saw she was chasing after the delivery boy that came to drop off the new bandages, "Greta paused to look up from her filing "and... I'll take it you didn't hear what happened to Mortise. I'm afraid he got caught up in a cave in down in B block last week. I only got the news last night. Poor thing, he didn't make it ." The older woman frowned and waved her hand in a dismissive manner.

Okay. Time to leave..

Lucky trekked up the stairs towards the infirmary with the news of Mortis' early demise fresh on her mind. She barely knew Mortis. Just one of those pass by workers. If she wasn't mistaking he was in charge of restocking the inventory. Was.

It's weird. She didn't know him well enough to grieve over, yet she still felt…SOMETHING. Like this nagging that she should at least feel a little sad.

Lucky sighed "No use thinking about it now. Its not like I-whoa!"

"-Sorry!"

"-Ha-ha Whoopsie!"

Lucky blinked a few times to process what just happened. She was on the floor. Lucky blinked.

'When did that happen?'

Lucky turned her head as she saw two blonde girls in almost matching red and denim outfits turn the corner at high speed. Weird…

"Geeze what's the rush." Lucky groaned as she noticed the contents of her bag on the floor, making haste in retrieving her scattered items before dusting herself off and continuing to the infirmary.

What's with all the detours, maybe the universe didn't want her to work today…Maybe it was a sign…

"Yeah sure and you sneeze when someone is talking about you." Lucky rolled her eyes as she glanced behind her one more time before shaking her head. Lucky was never one to be told what to do. Even by freaky acts of superstitious nature.

Kid stood in front of his father in the Death Room after giving a brief on his last mission. This particular mission had been quite strenuous for the meister and his weapon partners, so much in fact that he was a little worse for ware. Nothing serious, well not on the outside that is, though internally and mentally he was under strain.

"Hmmm that is most disconcerting, though I take it the threat has been sufficiently neutralized?" Lord Death bounced up and down on the spot as he waited for his sons reply.

"Yes and the remaining tainted souls were successfully salvaged." Death the Kid nodded as he looked off the side at his surroundings. He was doing that more often lately, tuning out.

"Good, good. Now Kid, this is your fifth mission in the span of a week! It looks like its starting to take its toll on you. It is to my understanding that both your weapon partners are nearing the requirements to become Death Scythes," Death paused as he tilted his head to the side "a great achievement, especially for having to reach double the required souls and lets not forget 2 witch's souls..."

Death observed his son closely as he came to his decision.

"I'm giving you a break for the next few days, two at the least, to recuperate. Which I expect you to utilize for that exact reason, I would prefer to extend that time period to at least a week, though I will not force this upon you at this time. Well, I'll stop with the lecturing now, right now I want you to report to the infirmary, you are to stay there for the remainder of the day. No compromises."

Kid, too tired to argue nodded and turned towards the pathway to the exit.

"...This break isn't just for you, you need to think of your partners as well."

Kid paused mid step before silently making his way towards the door to meet up with said partners. Then off to the infirmary.

'Uhhh why does this school have so many stairs..'

Lucky stretched her legs as she reached the infirmary, the door to the infirmary was slightly ajar. Odd. Had the patient already left, or maybe it was those girls from earlier?

Lucky poked her head through the gap in the door, trying to catch a glimpse of whoever was inside, one of the beds had the curtains pulled around it, obscuring it from view. So someone was still in there after all.

Wait…

"Why am I creeping around? Geeze," Lucky rolled her eyes at her own stupidity, walking over to the drawn curtain. The young woman scanned the room and to her surprise, the entire room was…Neat (Not that it wasn't usually, but this was extreme). Oddly enough the medicine cabinet was in a strange mirror effect, completely…What was the word?

The word for a mirror image…

"…Symmetrical?"

Yeah, that was it.

Drawing the curtain back Lucky froze for a moment…

It was a young man.

He was so still, to a point where it almost looked unnatural. No. It WAS unnatural. Lucky studied his profile a little closer. He had pure black hair with three white stripes on his left side, and pale skin. His clothing consisted of a full black suit with a white dress shirt and shoes a Death City signature mask in the form of a tie at the top of his collar. That combined with the hollowed out complection he was sporting from obvious fatigue...

Creepy.

She was staring.

"Way to go Lucky, checking out the unconscious dude. No nothing creepy about that." Lucky groaned, and she really had to stop talking to herself. She walked around to the end of his bed trying to locate his information and paused after reading his chart. That couldn't be right.

This boy. Kid…

Who names their kid, Kid?

What, didn't his parents like him?

…Her eyebrows drew together as she looked over his chart further. Okay there was definitely something screwy going on here. Apart from his name and gender his chart was completely blank and it doesn't take a genius to spot his injuries, no matter how minor.

Damn lazy flirty newbie nurses. Lucky shook her head recalling the giggling coming from the supply room. God it was like she didn't even care. Kids came in there everyday with all sorts of injuries, granted this was a minor case but some of the people that dragged themselves in there were severely injured, sometimes fatally.

She got to work on further assessing his injuries. They were only minor as she had said, a few cuts and bruises but he mostly seemed to be suffering from fatigue.

And someone still needed to fill out his chart.

"Kill two birds with one stone." Lucky pressed her lips together in thought as she collected the necessary ointments and bandages. Okay, so he was a little banged up, but it was nothing that a kid wouldn't get from climbing trees and seeing as it was mainly fatigue wouldn't it have been better if he slept at home? So far she has dabbed ointment on his cuts and applied a bandage to his left hand.

Though he was just so STILL and pale, there HAD to be something wrong, right?

Lucky rolled a trolley over to his bed side, she had to give him the mandatory shots to even out his blood levels and expel any potential poisons. THEN she had to take a blood test and yadayadayada. You get the jest.

'He probably won't even feel it .' Lucky mused as she measured the correct dose.

You see this is one of those moments when the universe says 'Screw you' and throws you to the wolves for its amusement.

His hand shot out and seized her wrist.

Lucky's eyes widened as she jolted forward.

"Mind elaborating?" An unfamiliar voice demanded. Lucky froze as she traced the hand around her wrist back up to the owner. Calm emerald eyes were met with fierce amber and gold.

Wasn't he just unconscious?

Was he acting or maybe he was just a light sleeper?

Oh yeah, he was expecting her to answer. He he Whoops?

'Come on Lucky answer the hasty weirdo.' Lucky fidgeted as she tugged her wrist in his grip, he tugged back in return.

He seemed to be assessing her every movement.

'Running is definitely out of the question...Not that I would need to. I could totally take this guy.'

...

Lucky stopped fidgeting letting a frustrated sigh pass through her lips before tilting her head to the side and looking back to meet his steady gaze. How could someone be so patient yet obviously impatient at the same time?

...

"Nice to meet you too..."

Lucky raised an eyebrow, making a point to shake their connected limbs in a sort of makeshift handshake.

"Who are you, what are you doing in here?" He narrowed his eyes.

'Who cares? Your the freak who thinks restraint is necessary for introductions.' Lucky thought with a small tick to her wavering tolerance sighing at her continuous bad luck.

He was staring at her now.

"Holy crap did I say that out loud?"

"Yes."

The bluenette groaned "I've got to stop doing that...Okay I know this is difficult because im so easy to get attached to, but could you let go? This is kind of awkward."

She could have sworn she saw him roll his eyes. He sat up on the edge of the bed facing her before releasing her.

"Well?"

Lucky smiled brightly, "Canada."

"That's a place." He countered. Great. Now this punk was talking to her as if she was a small child.

"Hey, its a name too!"

"Its not Your name."

"Could be.."

"Its not."

"How would you know?

"Why are you so resistant to tell me your name? I will find out one way or another." He said looking- no- Scanning the room. Like he was looking for something.

Huh?

"Why do you want to know anyway? Geeze the worlds not going to end if you don't know!" Lucky frowned, a small part of her seemed a little turfed at that. He seemed so sure he would get what he wanted. It was very convincing, especially if you projected as much confidence as this bozo did.

"Who do you think you are, the Grim Reaper?" He looked surprised. Hu. Must not have been expecting retaliation. Huh suck on that you bleached haired yahoo.

He tilted his head ever so slightly towards the ceiling as if in thought, "I would assume you were one of the nurses, though I have my doubts, your too young, and I've never seen you before."

'Don't slap him, don't slap him, DON'T'

Lucky narrowed her eyes at him, "What do you mean too young? I'm 17 that's old enough not all nurses have to be in their thirties, and F.Y.I I AM a nurse here, though we prefer medics and seeing as you're not going to let it go, my name is Lucky."

He raised an eyebrow. Here we go. She was gonna slap him after all.

'Oh for the LOVE OF-'

"I'm SERIOUSE this time. Lucky, JUST Lucky. No last name. Don't look at me like that I'm not kidding. I don't have a last name, not that I know of anyway."

"I'm-"

"Kid. I know, I read it off the chart."

-SILENCE-

….Neither of them said anything for at least 40 seconds…

Lucky sweat dropped. 'Well, this is awkward…"

"So," She drawled out the syllable, "what's with the fashion statement?"

"What?"

"Your hair. The STRIPES." Duh.

Kid's eye twitched…

'Was it something I said?' Lucky wondered internally as he seemed to have a moment in his own head also.

"Your quite rude, has anyone ever told you that? Though that aside, you really don't know who I am, do you?" Kid looked her dead in the eye as he asked.

'What was it with this guy and eye contact, its like he's sucking out my soul...God he's creepy.'

"I know your name, what's more to know?"

"I thought everyone knew OF me."

Lucky snorted, "Well sorry to burst your bubble but I think I would have remembered you. But I assume you're about to tell me, though personally I don't see why its any of my business."

"I'm not the Grim Reaper," He paused to look her in the eye.

No Shit Sherlock.

"I'm his son. Death The Kid."

Crap.

She should have stayed home.

If only you could bitch slap the universe.

"I'm his son. Death The Kid,"

She blinked repeatedly, her face remained frozen in a blank expression as she seemed to process everything he had said.

"I'm sorry, would you mind repeating that?"

So she really didn't know who he was. Interesting. That was not the only interesting thing to happen that day. Kid realized it had been quite some time since she had spoken, though she didn't need to, it was written all over her face. Shock, confusion, annoyance.

"I'm Death The-"

"No seriously."

"What?"

She crossed her arms glaring before she wandered across the room to one of the many cabinets, bending forward as she slid a small key into one of the drawers, easing it open. She sighed as she flicked through various folders, glancing at him every few seconds out of the corner of her eye.

Lucky frowned before turning to face him "Okay, I need you to concentrate, give me your REAL name and I'll call someone up here to get you, maybe your experiencing some form of trauma or it could even be the case that somehow you've been hexed with memory replacement or an extensive internal damage deep inside the Medial Temporal Lobe. Its not unheard of to have students return from missions with psychological damage curtsy of a witch, though you would have had to severally pissed her off. Have you been experiencing any pressure at the base of your skull, nausea or pulsing of the temple?" She raised an eyebrow, expecting an answer.

It was safe to say he now believed her when she said she was a nurse.

"The former. Though I assure you there is nothing wrong with my state of mind." Kid stood and straightened himself out before reaching into his back pocket for his student pass, crossing the room to stand before her, though she looked at him wearily as if he were a predator poising to strike. He held out the pass.

She hesitated.

"Go on, it wont bite." Kid said in a coaxing voice.

"I know that!" She snapped before swiftly taking it from his outstretched hand, oddly careful not to make contact with him once again.

Lucky read over the small card three times before looking at the 3 star meister in front of her. (A/N Remember he was only a 1 star in the anime? OF COURSE he Leveled up!)

"Impressive, 3 stars. But that proves nothing besides you've got high clearance," Lucky shook her head and shrugged. "your not the only meister I've seen with a high rank."

Kid smirked.

"Turn it over."

She did.

"That brats going to get it, I swear next time I see him I'LL be the one to put him in the infirmary." Lucky puffed up her cheeks as she stomped back down the hallway towards administration.

He was the son of The Grim Reaper. THAT was his SON. Since when did Lord Death have a son? Was it even possible? Well, Apparently it was more than just possible.

Lucky paused at the end of the hallway. Why was she so worked up about this? Granted Lucky wasn't know for her sweet words and charming temperament, but she usually wasn't so easily riled up.

Maybe it was because she was more than just a little intimidated, she didn't have to know him- or even know of him to know he had some serious power up his sleeve. Though in truth that wasn't the only reason he had her so worked up. It was the air around him, it demanded attention, cooperation, formality and much to her annoyance, control.

Definite control freak.

Lucky caught her breath as a thought occurred to her.

That guy was going to become lord Death...

When that happened she might need to get her travel papers sorted. Especially if THAT guy was going to be taking over someday...

*Flashback to Infirmary*

"Uh, why are you staring at me like that?"

"Because," He paused, "your clothes are completely uncoordinated! Your left sleeve is rolled up to your elbow while your right is slipping and you have a wrist band on only ONE arm! How could you possibly walk around when your so asymmetrical?!"

Say WHAT!?

"What the hell is wrong with you? Wow maybe you do need to be in here. Or an asylum! Maybe that's why your in here! What about YOU. What's with ya hair? Hate to break it to ya Stripes but that aint symmetrical either!" Lucky glared clutching her left sleeve as he kept on tugging it. It was official this guy was nuts.

"Just let me fix it!"

"NO! STOP TOUCHING ME!"

*End of Flashback*

Lucky ran a hand through her hair, 'That Brat is so going to get it.'