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So I see you people want more right? Fine, because I'm a nice person(yeah right), here you go~! Enjoy if you can. WARNING!: This chapter contains a graphic murder scene. And, Maka may seem a bit out of character, but it will make sense. Do not read at night if unless you want nightmares XD
Thanks again to my awesome editor/buddy Dennou Writer. I should start paying you in cookies(hence my username XD) from now on. I hope you keep enjoying this fanfic and it doesn't bore you. And now without further or do, on with the show~.


Intro Image:Kid is wearing his cloak, and is starting at Maka. Maka's face is covered by her bangs, but is covered in blood. Maka is wearing a bloodstained angel outfit, and has a red glow around her. She looks upset, and one tear is seen leaving the fallen angel's face


Kid and Patty were still taking in Stein's words, as if trying to force their brains to accept truth. Sid was checking the time.

"Stein, we're needed." He snapped. "Especially you and Nygus. I have to hurry back. Spirit's still under restraints."

Stein lit a cigarette. "Right, I'm sorry students, but Spartoi's angel has fallen." He said, quite coldly, turning around to face the door, which was still open. "There won't be any funeral until after the autopsy. Good nig-"

"No... You're wrong." Kid muttered shakily. "Maka's not one to be killed easily!" He then yelled as he grabbed his cloak and dashed out the door. He summoned Beelzebub, and made course to the training woods. He heard his mabuki and teachers yelling from behind him, demanding him to come back o not do anything he would regret afterwards, but he wouldn't listen.

"She can't be dead. She just can't!"

~o0o~

There were quite a few people in the place. All of them wanting to push past the 'Keep out' yellow tape. Kid flew over them, over-hearing their words of concern over the situation in the process.

"Is she all right?"

"I never thought I'd see the day that poor girl ended up like this."

"Such a shame."

"Was she raped?"

"Nah, I think she was just molested."

"Shut up." Kid muttered through gritted teeth. He wanted to cover his ears and shout, but was able to suppress it. Right now, getting to Maka was top priority.

Finally, he reached the investigation's base. The skate landed as the shinigami began to look around. From the distance, two of the death scythes in charge of the place noticed him. The asian woman and the south american man didn't think a second time before coming to apprehend him.

"What are you doing here, Kid?" Yumi asked, slightly adjusting her glasses. "This is not something for you to see. Plus, you should know we're in the middle of a delicate process here, which you could very well ruin if you meddle. So, please, go home."

"Excuse me, sensei," The golden-eyed young man said ironically. "but this 'delicate process' is being held by chichi-ue, which means I can step in whenever I want. So, please, mind your attitude."

Yumi sighed. "Come on, we've been over this. We know very well who you are."

Kid began to get irrigated. "Then, explain to me why you refuse to let me through? !"

"Its not that we're denying you." Tezca argued. "There are some things in this world that are not meant to be seen."

That still wasn't enough to make him give in. "Tezca-san, someone very important to me has just been killed! I promised myself, as a Shinigami, that I would never grant anyone the right to kill."

Yumi looked back up at him. "And that is why we refuse to let you in. We understand your duty as a Shinigami, but there's no greater pain than losing someone very dear to you. In your case, you'd be better off not seeing this terrifying scene."

Kid almost thought about taking their words, but if he did, he would feel like a coward. So he remained his ground. "No... I need to see what happened. Let me through." He held a stern look. It was one that even Yumi Azusa and Tezca Tlipoca, who didn't have that much contact with him, where able to see right through. They sighed, understanding that no other argument would make him change his mind, and let him do as he wanted.

The shinigami walked deeper into the dark woods, leaving behind some more 'keep out' tapes. It didn't take long for him to pick up the smell of blood, along with other unpleasant ones he didn't want to think about. Soon enough, he found out that below his feet was a trail of blood. It was somewhat random, with some stains of feet along the way, as if showing she had tried to run, but failed. He gluped, trying to keep his eyes on the ground, his whole body starting to shake.

Come to think of it, even though that shokunin and mabuki take up all kinds of dangers everyday, the thought of having such an important friend dying like that had never crossed his mind. Lost in those thoughts, he snapped back to reality, then stopped as he caught the sight of a puddle of blood in front of him, the smell almost unbearable now.

It must have been there that she was killed. He needed to look at her... But he had no strength to do it. Now that he stopped to think better, it could certainly be too much for him. They were right after all, it was too horrifying.

Kid suddenly felt something wet land on his right cheek. He slightly flicked it with his shaking index and took a look, just to confirm what he had been fearing:

Blood.

There was a dark drop of her blood on him. He swallowed hard, slowly looking up.

Sure enough, there she was. Maka's neck was caught in a rope, and she was still swaying with the desert's cold wind. She was wearing what appeared to be her old Spartoi uniform trench coat, along with the violet-colored dress she wore the night Asura had awoken, on Shibusen's foundation party. Her pupils were dilated, not a hint of glow in her eyes anymore. Bruises, dirt, black eyes, and patches of blood decorated her whole body. Her clothes were ripped in the parts of her stomach, shoulders, and arms. Her tights were outstretched and contained blood-stained holes. No pigtails were in sight, and her expression looked as if she tried to scream for help, but her death had beaten her to it.

It was the total opposite of her. Completely different from the happy, sweet person she had been. Her perfection was all destroyed. It was over.

She was over.

Kid's eyes widened at the size of plates. He had never seen something so gross and heart-breaking. His knees started to weaken, but he held himself firmly, not daring to fall down into the pool of blood. He felt like throwing up, but was able to cover his mouth and suppress it.

"This has to be a nightmare. It's not real, it just can't be!" He mentally panicked, panting on the outside. Then it came to him: he had to make sure it wasn't real. He then used his tamashii kachi, extending it to the whole city. And yet he saw...nothing. Where was it? Where was that angelic soul?

Tezca came up from behind Kid, giving him some support by holding his shoulders. Kid suddenly felt the urge to recompose himself. He couldn't let people see him that way. But yet, he wasn't able to even stay still on his feet.

As if reading his mind, Azusa put a on his shoulder. "It's all right Kid, I know you want to honor your title, but this is inhuman. You're still a child, no one your age should have to see this."

Kid lifted his head, the look of thrill and horror still stamped on his face. "W-What happened...? ! Pl-ease t-tell me everything you k-now."

Azusa cleared her throat, then gestured for the young kami to follow, which he hesitantly did. He forcingly tore his gaze away from Maka. Two men began to take pictures and the progress to set her body down.

~o0o~

"Here's the report." Yumi explained, setting a mountain of papers on the table. "Maka had just arrived to Death City by five pm. She checked in and gave a report of the last mission. By five-thirty, she went home. At six-fifteen, she was reported to meeting her father. We haven't spoken to him yet, so right now it's unknown what happened between six-thirty and nine pm. The time now is ten-fifty six. We got a call from one of the students walking by."

He glared slightly. "Who?"

"At the moment, I've been ordered by Shinigami-sama to not reveal the name. But I can say this, it's someone you know, you may not remember this person, or think lightly of them, but you do know this person."

Kid gritted his teeth. Probably his father was thinking he would cause some ruckus at the school if he found out who was it. "Fine. When was Maka's body discovered?" Azusa looked at the papers laying on a nearby table. "Roughly around nine-fifteen pm."

The black-haired man narrowed his eyes. "So... her body was discovered shortly after her death." He looked off to the ground. Who could have found Maka? The chances of Maka being discovered so quickly were slim. The person who found Maka is about fifty percent likely to be the murdered or be the murder himself. Maybe someone followed Maka? No, that theory is not likely, but he'd have to leave it open until he could narrow things down.

"Do you have any hypothesis on this case?"

Yumi fixed her glasses again. "Maka Albarn did not commit suicide, but because we do not have a solid evidence, we have to keep that as a possibility." She then began to lead Kid back to where Maka was. "That's a bit illogical. Maka's not one that would give into death so easily. We all know that."

While they made their way, Kid was a little lost in his own mind again. He wanted nothing more than for all this to be a nightmare. To just wake up and run to her apartment, burst through the door, to find her singing while cooking, as always. She would obviously be astonished, but not like he would care. Then he'd ask her if she was okay, and so she'd most likely stare at him as if he just escaped a mental hospital. He'd then give her the biggest hug he could, never let her go, and confess.

He shook his head, he had to focus on this now. "So you have no leads as to whom may have done this?"

Yumi glanced behind Kid. "Yes... I'm afraid that's rig–" She trailed herself off. They stopped in the tracks as a gray-haired man suddenly appeared from the shadows of the woods beside both of them. Not that he hadn't been noticed before, anyways. "Stein... What is it? Have you found anything? Or are you here to 'dissect' Maka?" The pale woman asked, the quick flash on her glasses momentarily matching the scientist's.

"In a way, yes, since I'm in charge of the autopsy." He answered, quite seriously. It was then when Kid finally noticed Stein had been acting colder than normal that night. "Sorry to break it to you, Azusa, but I'll be taking Maka back with me." The way how the sadistic man said it sent chills up the younger one's spine. As much as he wanted to protest, it couldn't be helped.

"How long will it take?" That was all he could ask at the moment, and it was clear he was trying to keep his emotions under control, yet the struggle was getting him. That was something someone as observant as the stitched-up doctor could easily tell, but decided not to call on it.

"About a day or two. I promise that I'll have Maka cleaned up by her funeral." Stein then turned away but not before saying: "Oh, by the way, Kid, Shinigami-sama requests you to go home."

"Wait, what?"

Stein's patience tonight was beyond low, and so far, Kid had been walking on thin ice. "You are to go home and stay there."

The heir's stubbornness for knowledge kicked in deeper. "But why?"

Stein was starting to get pissed, but this wasn't the first time he and Kid had little disagreements. He took out a cigarette and let out a stressed sigh, as if saying 'this is going to be a long night'.

"Kid, listen. Maka had been targeted by many enemies. Justin Law, the Gorgon sisters, the Noahs, consequently Gopher, the Kishin Ashura, and even Chrona. Not to mention the other kishins you've killed along the way to defeat those. You're already a complete shinigami. Understand that you are the most likely to be next. You've been captured before, meanwhile Maka was targeted to be killed. We can't let it happen again. Go home, I promise that we will find her murderer." And with that, Stein ordered the men to move Maka's body to his lab. Kid watched as they prepared the process. They were finishing taking notes, and one last set of pictures of her wounds.

In fact, he wanted to ask one last question, until he heard Stein, Yumi, Nygus, and Tezca talking. Kid took the time to use the new technique he learned from Maka. He dimmed his soul down so it would appear as if he wasn't there. In the process, the memory flashed through his mind.

It was a calm day. They were training in Shibusen's library, which was the best place where they could do it, since it was quiet and people didn't go there very often.

"Hey Kid, how are you doing with the new 'soul cover technique'?"

"Oh, fine I suppose." He stated absently. From Maka's experience with Soul and her compulsive liar of a father, came natural for her to catch on lies, even though she was a terrible liar herself. And her response came in the form of a pout.

"Don't hide it. You're having problems aren't you?"

Kid looked up at her. The way she looked bothered over something so trivial was quite cute, but he kept his inner emotions under-wraps. "I just can't quite grasp it as well as Stein preformed it. He can make it to where his soul has disappeared into thin air."

Maka smiled and gave him a small pat on the back. "Don't worry Kid. It's easy if you're calm." She then grabbed his hand. "Come on, we've got time."

Kid tried to pull away, but she was quite a bit stronger than she looked. "No its fine, really, I can get it on my own."

Maka had already dragged him outside of the library. "Come on, we're wasting time. And I don't want to be late for class."

"Maka, if this is so important to you, I can ask chichi-ue to excuse us."

The sandy blonde just shook her head. "Sorry Kid, but I'm not using you for your title. I respect you as a shinigami, but I like you for being Kid."

The amber orbs went wide. Besides Liz and Patty, no one else seemed to just accept Kid for 'himself'. They did like him a lot, and he knew it, but there were only a few people that would put up with the 'other side' of his personality. The thought made him want to grip her hand tighter.

~o0o~

"Hm, not bad. You almost got it." After pratically twenty minutes practicing with no success, that was the only thing Maka was able to say to him.

"Alright. Maybe we should call it a day, at this rat–" Kid was trailed off by a waving book in front of him. He got the warning and shut his mouth.

"Here, you're putting too much pressure on your left, and you need to loosen your shoulders." She gently pushed his tense shoulders down. "Now, just relax. It's not that difficult." He tried his best not to blush or feel uncomfortable, but the space between them was too thin. Still, she didn't seem to care at all. "Now try it again. I promise to drop it after this." The white-striped boy decided to do as she demanded, took a deep breath and relaxed. He let himself feel more at ease.

Kid began to dim down his soul at a slow pace. Then his thoughts came blowing into his mind. About the duties of a shinigami, what everyone expected from him, to honor his chichi-ue. But he felt like he didn't deserve to be his son. In his point of view, he was still not good enough, and couldn't take Shinigami-sama's place, no matter how much he looked like he was already right behind him. The weight of the world began to take down on him.

But what he hadn't known at the time, was Maka had been watching his soul. "It's okay Kid, you don't have to prove anything to me. I know you can do it." She walked up behind him. "I know you can." She then hugged him. He felt all those negative thoughts disappear. The light from Maka began to course its way into him. He felt himself at peace.

Kid took in all of the light's energy and thought what would've it been like. To be a normal human, to not have to worry about the world. To just...disappear.

The grigori smiled and slowly let go. "You did it, Kid. With eight minutes to spare."

He finally opened his eyes. "Amazing."

"Come on now, we gotta head back." Maka started stretching, making him snap out of his trance.

"Oh, and I didn't hurt you right? I mean, did I do something to your soul?" He asked. It was Maka's light that help give him the push he needed. Leaving his guard down, for all he knows, he could have absorbed a piece of her soul.

Maka looked at him confused. "No, all I did was let my anti-demon wavelength help you. Normally I won't lend it out like it's some party favor. But your soul felt kinda sad and lonely."

They stood there for a moment. Kid was freaking out inside, but kept his emotionless expression.

"I don't know what's bothering you, and it's probably none of my business, but..." Maka looked at Kid with a shy yet bold look that held courage. "I want you to know you can come to me for anything. Regardless that I'm not your partner. I promise, I'll never abandon you."

With that assurance, Kid finally smiled. Maka gave a nod before turning away. "Guess we gotta head back. Kid, are you coming with me now or you want to stay a bit m... huh?" Gone. He was nowhere in sight. But as she turned around, she ran right into his chest.

"You never showed me how to turn it off." The young shinigami sweat-dropped.

Maka gave him a light punch. "Don't do that! Oh, but, well... I guess that was my fault. Uh, I'll have to show you after class. Now, let's go."

"You can go on, I want to enjoy this moment of peace."

Maka raised her eyebrows at his unusual zen state. Perhaps that was her fault too. "'Kay... later then, Kid."

"Maka."

She stopped, and turned her body halfway at the call. "Yeah?"

Kid struggled. He wanted to say it, knowing he might not get another chance with her alone again. Hell, the mood even called for it. "I... I just wanted to say..." But, sadly, he wans't able to do it. He was still a little timorous about it. "Thank you."

Maka smiled cheekily, making him feel like melting from the inside. "Hehehe... You're weird, but I like you." And with that, she took off running.

He watched as she left and whispered to himself: "I love you, my angel."

Kid wiped a tear. How much he wanted to bang his head for being so weak. But since he didn't have enough time to think about it yet, he quickly brought his focus back to dimming his soul. Once he was sure, he carefully listened.

"You sure that it was a human? It could have been a witch." Nygus sounded a bit unsure.

"I'm quite sure of it. But in any case, we won't make final decisions until after the autopsy and DNA test." Stein said, the skull-like gray smoke leaving his mouth as he examined a piece of paper sealed up in a plastic zip-lock bag. He sighed, then inhaled the cigarette again. "So, this is what lead to Maka's death. The question now is: who did this brutality?" He murmured, handing the bag to Nygus before walking away. She only looked at it for a second before being called over, then set it down on the table. Kid went over and picked it up cautiously. Luckily enough, being a shinigami gave him the advantage to see well in the dark.

Inside, the note was slightly crooked, and stained with patches of blood.

"Hey, it's me. Look, I'm asking this to you cuz I wanna make things better, and keep our relationship good. Actually, I want to talk to you, alone. Come to see me around the place we met, and I'll be waiting. This is just a suggestion, but you could wear something red or white. Those colors always looked good on you. Plus, I want to make this a night no one will ever forget."

Kid's blood ran cold through his whole body. It took everything he had not to rip the note and scream. He set the note down on the table, but still held it within his tightening grasp. He finally let go after memorizing what it said. He then made his way back out of the forest.

He stopped to see that the investigators had wrapped Maka in a pitch black body bag. For some reason, they had left her alone. How much he wanted this to be nothing more than a hoax.

Suddenly, something caught his eye. He could see blood-stained feet standing next to the body bag. Still, the sticks and bushes in front of him wouldn't let him see the person, so he carefully tried to go closer. His eyes trailed up to find the same outfit Maka had been wearing. When he approached closer, he finally saw the face. The same ashy blond hair stained with blood, and bruised green eyes.

His gaze finally met hers, and her expression had only turned more eerie and dark. Her eyes did not contain the same warmth and affection he longed for. Instead, her eyes looked gloomy, and were as cold as death itself. Her usual neatly tied-up hair was all messy and damaged. That soft, creamy pink skin was now paler than his. But most of all, that sweet, angelic atmosphere that he grew to treasure had been replaced. Rage, hatred, heartlessness, betrayal and revenge had surrounded the girl's aura.

"M-Maka?" He didn't think it was even possible for her to even look like that. She was giving off a demonic-like appearance. It just couldn't be her. "Maka, is that you...? !" She only lowered her head and glared at him. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to move on." He said, but the truth was that he thought she was supposed to be alive, sleeping in peace at the safe and sound comfort of her home, with Blair as her company, sharing the blankets.

She only narrowed her eyes even more. He tried to see if he could feel her soul, but could only find a pale blue blur floating in the air. The blur was surrounded by a red glow, the red was steaming all of the negative emotions she was feeling.

"Maka... I know you're furious and want revenge but you cannot stay like this. I'm here now, and I think I can help you move o–"

In a blurry flash, Maka was right in front of him. Her soul left behind a trail of black smoke. "Liar." She mumbled darkly to him, before flashing directly past his body. As she touched his soul, he felt everything go numb. He faintly heard the adults calling for him as he was being engulfed in darkness, Maka's last words echoing through his mind before he blacked out completely.

"I will never forgive you."


Wow, Maka's mad isn't she? Now keep in mind that things are not going to be what they appeared to be. Here's a question I want to ask you guys. Is it Kid Maka's really mad at? Or is she being one of those confusing angry ghosts who just seem to make no sense because all they want right now is revenge? Don't even bother asking my editor who's the killer. I won't even tell her. XD The killer IS NOT! I repeat, is not a OC. Its not that I hate Ocs, its just I really wanted it to keep within Soul Eater's character list. See you in the next chapter ^-^