Maka Albarn ran across the roof of a building. She swung her weapon at the keishin in front of her, who screamed, then disappeared. In its place was a keishin egg. The scythe in her hand turned human, walked forward, grabbed the egg, and gulped it down.
"That's another one, Soul." Maka said. Soul turned to her, grinning. "Now let's quickly report to Lord Death. I want to go home." They hopped down and turned to a glass window. It was already fogged.
Maka dragged her fingers across, writing numbers.
"42-42-564." She said outloud. The glass started to ripple, then showed a face.
"Oh, Hello Maka!" Lord Death said. "I see you completed your mission?" Maka nodded. "Alrighty! Good job! I'll see you tomorrow!"
Maka and Soul turned to leave. Soul got on his bike. Maka was about to get on behind him when...
"Oh, Maka," Maka turned back to Lord Death, still in the mirror. "There's been unusual activity around your house. If you see or hear anything, please report it." Maka nodded and got on Soul's bike as he took off. Lord Death hung up.
After a bit they finally got to their house. Soul parked the bike then followed Maka to the house. They unlocked the door and walked in. They both quickly fell asleep, exhausted.
Maka awoke to the sound of whistling. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, then looked out the window. A door closed, bell trilling as someone walked into the store.
She quickly got up and ready for school, gulping down some orange juice, then running out the door.
"Come on Soul!" She yelled. Soul appeared in the doorway.
"I'm coming," he replied, pulling on his jacket. He pulled out the keys to his motercycle and reved the engine. Maka got on behind him. She turned her head as she heard a bell ring.
A girl around their age walked around the corner of the door to the store across the street from them. She was carrying a bag full of... Something. She suddenly had a look of realization on her face as she turned back to the store.
"Thank you!" She said, closing the door. She started on her way, whistling.
"Do you know who she is?" Maka asked Soul. Soul shook his head.
"Nope." Suddenly, the girl stopped whistling.
"Well, sorry. I like it." She said, turning into an alleyway. Soul and Maka looked at each other, then Soul turned off the motercycle as he and her followed the strange, silver/blonde haired girl.
