In Death City when the sky was as dark as coal, only the smiling face of the moon could be seen up the sky. No one dared to go out of their homes during this time. The crime rates were too high; and the rate of the murders were even higher.

But one small black clad figure was brave enough with eyes like amber and hair like crow feathers. His black hood concealed his face only his black and white hair spilling out of his hood could be seen. On his milky pale hand was a small pouch that made sounds of metal bouncing as he tossed the pouch in the air and caught it again.

Kid tightened his grip on the pouch; the asymmetrical road (he was walking on) made his mind shake in anger. Piles of garbage were messily thrown everywhere. The street lamps were lined up in the wrong places. Kid bit his tongue from screaming and breaking down. Usually this much imperfections would be something he couldn't control his rage from, but he had got quite use to it now.

It wasn't his first time to be strolling and walking on this certain road; in fact, he had been here many times. He would remember those old distant memories, when he would only come once a month. But then soon those months turn to weeks, and those weeks turn to days.

Kid paused his footsteps, and stared at the familiar space between the two stone gray buildings. It was a very dark alleyway. Surprisingly it was the only place that barely had any trash. It looked very abandoned with no sound, light, or shadows. But Kid knew someone was in there.

He entered in that certain silent alleyway with guilt and regret flooding in him but something in him was stronger than that flood. His fingers wrapping the pouch got tighter as he went forward through the alleyway. The gray withering walls were growing narrower as he walked forward.

His breaths grew louder as he continued to walk. He was always claustrophobic, and the walls almost touching his shoulders made him shudder and breathless. His nails started to claw the leather of the pouch, almost ripping the fabric. His eyes started to wander around the place trying to find more space, more air, but all he saw was darkness. Nothing but a blank veil of darkness.

'Stop being a coward.' He scolded himself. 'What would father-'

Father. Kid took his eyes away from his surroundings and looked up the sky where the only light was. The smiling face of the moon made him slightly relax; any source of light right now was satisfying. It was just so dark.

He would remember when his father use to hold him tight at night, and whisper loving words of comfort in his ear every time he was afraid. At least that's what his father use to do. Now he was just very distant and quiet; too focus on his work rather than his own son.

'But even if he is distant that doesn't mean you have to go behind his back and betray his trust.' Kid told himself. 'But father never even gave me his trust.'

'Isn't that why you want to know the truth he's been hiding from you? Because he won't tell-' A voice in his head whispered.

Kid bit his tongue to concentrate on his task. He started to move again from his spot, and brought his eyes back on his surroundings. He continue to move ignoring his fears and lack of air. Struggling through the alley, he finally made it to the dead end where a figure sat.

"Peter." Kid said to the figure in a high serious voice.

The figure rose his face from his knees, to look at Kid with his beady black eyes. His long white hair almost glowing in the darkness with a face so calm and vicious. But even if his long thin face was calm, his body was shaking in fear. Peter's hands were even shaking around his long thin sword's handle like he was trying to defend himself.

"Go away." Peter said in a surprisingly calm voice unlike his state. He rose his head even more showing his long neck, where several scars and red lines could be seen. "I always knew you were trouble in the first place."

Kid sighed thinking 'not again'. "This isn't about your brother, Mifune..."

"You don't deserve to say his name."

"Just because BlackStar killed him; that doesn't mean you can blame me."

Peter sighed and lowered his head. "Just go away or I'll..."

A glimpse of the long silver blade of Peter's sword shot in front of Kid's eye, but Kid didn't flinch or gasp. Instead Kid only sighed in irritation and tiredness, he was quite use to Peter's indecisive attitude. One night Peter would accept his payment and tell him the information, he needed , but in another night Kid needed to do some convincing because of Peter's grief over his brother.

Clang!

The sound of the smooth metal of the sword falling on the stone ground rang continuously in Kid's ear. Kid gasped in shock at the fallen sword on the ground. Peter had never let go of his sword ever. Kid took his eyes away from the sword and look at Peter's face.

His face looked so unfamiliar to Kid. It was no longer that stone statue face of Peter but a scared shaking one. Peter's hands were shaking, and his finger were flexed in weird positions like someone broke his hand.

"Just go away!" Peter pleaded.

Kid almost dropped the pouch in his hand by the sound of Peter's plead. Peter pleaded. That sentence took a lot to take in. Peter never had pleaded or even show any weakness or emotion.

And this fear on Peter's face made Kid shiver down his spine. That fear was too much, so much that it even made a strong man like Peter break. Kid's mind started to screamed at him to leave now, but something stopped him from moving his feet and running.

'This obsession of yours is killing you.' A voice reminded in Kid's head, but Kid didn't listen.

Something fogged up in Kid's mind. Kid looked at the pouch in his hand and a smirk formed in his lips.

"Maybe you'll change your mind." Kid showed the pouch.

Kid knew Peter was always a greedy man; in fact, that was the reason why Peter agreed to do errands for Kid in the first place. All Kid had to do was show coins, gold, or cash and Peter's grief of his brother would disappear.

Peter's fear then disappeared and gave a disappointed scoff. "You have given me bigger sacks than that."

Slowly, Kid pulled the brown string, and the pouch bloomed open showing the shining shimmering small jewels inside. They were pointed with a transparent color and clear cuts on it.

Diamonds.

Peter's eyes widened at the small pouch, very tempted to grab that pouch of diamonds and tell Kid the information he wanted. Usually Kid would give him a large sack of coins or gold but a small pouch of diamonds would be worth more than that.

"You're going to have to do better than that." Peter resisted.

Kid only smiled and sunk his fingers in the pool of diamonds. The diamonds were very sharp making slightly painful lines on his skin. Kid winced in pain as he continue to dig deeper in the pool. The small cuts were starting to bleed making small tints of red on the glass like surface of the jewels.

But even if his hand stung, the feeling in his heart was worse. The guilt and regret was drowning him in a deep sea with no air, but his hand still continued to wander in the pool struggling to look for a small piece of paper.

'I'm sorry.' Kid thought feeling his eyes turn wet.

His fingers immediately wrapped around the small piece of paper, once he felt the smooth papery texture. He pulled the small parchment out of the pull and showed the note with a clean writing and a signature.

"A small note." Peter said unimpressed.

"Not just any note." Kid said with shaking fingers. He was hesitant. He was very tempted to rip the note in pieces, but he didn't. "It's a contract saying that you are allowed to get your revenge."

Only silence came from Peter's mouth.

"It means you can kill or do anything with BlackStar." Kid explained. "Legally."

'I'm really sorry, BlackStar.' Kid thought. 'But this addiction is too much.'

"This obsession of yours has gone too far." Peter said. His mouth in his usual thin line. "You'll even betray your friends."

"So you don't want my payment." Kid crumpled the small contract like it was trash, and threw it at the pouch like it was a trash can. " I suppose I'll leave then."

The half-shinigami gave a knowing smile as he sarcastically turned around.

"Wait!" Peter shouted. Kid turned to face him again.

"Yes."

Peter gave a surrendering sighed and signaled Kid to give him the pouch. Kid smirked in satisfaction and threw the pouch at the white haired man's direction. Peter caught it with ace.

"Now tell me everything." Kid demanded.

"Let's just say I met someone, who knows 'everything'." Peter's eyes turned dark and hesitant. His mouth turned from a quiet line to a serious frown. "That's all I can tell you.."

"Tell me." Kid growled with a fire in his eyes.

"I can't tell you..."

"Why?!"

"Because that certain someone wants you two to have a 'special reunion'."

That simple statement of 'special reunion' gave Kid shivers through his spine but he wasn't going to give up. "At least tell me who that person is?!"

"It's-"

Then everything went so fast for Kid's eyes like the instant fast breeze blowing through him. Kid only stared at Peter's fallen body, how the blood on the side of his head nearly glowed on his white hair. The shock on his widened coal like eyes and his gaped mouth. His long fingers loosen around the now opened pouch spilling the shining stones on the cement ground. The once clean gray ground was now stained with red. A long sharp metal arrow was on the pool of blood of the side of his head.

Kid suddenly felt his fingers shake over his palm almost slicing his own skin. The horror and shock overwhelmed him making him shake physically and loose his breath. His eyes were eyes wide, and his knees felt weak from his fear.

His palm lowered down on Peter's now red hair, to make sure this situation was real. He stroked the rough thread out of Peter's face, and touched Peter's ice cold forehead no longer feeling any pulse or life. His hand then found the arrow and wrapped his fingers around the hard wooden stick. He proceed to pull the arrow out but it wouldn't budge, like the arrow was thrown by a very strong force.

The half-Shinigami then gave a sighed. His hands were starting to swell and go red from the splinters of the wood. His eyes scanned over the wood and saw a small note wrapped around the feathers of the arrow. He quickly got the paper, and read it.

Then his fingers dug in the parchment harder, almost crumpling the paper. He started to shake once he saw the clean writing made of crimson blood.

I know you. I see you. I've been watching you. Now I'm ready to meet you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater

Information: In the anime version Mifune is alive, but in the manga version Mifune was killed by BlackStar.

Author's note: Hey guys! Thanks for all the support. Please comment and tell me if I'm good or what should I improve. Hopefully you like this chapter. Also I'm pretty sure you know that 'person' (It's a bit obvious), but if you don't I ain't spoiling. Sorry if my last part is a bit lazy, I was in a hurry. Sorry for the long wait. Also sorry for bad grammar.

I promise I'll update soon after finishing another chapter of my Mortal Instruments fanfic. Also I might make a oneshot for the PJO series. But I promise I'll update soon. Thanks for reading :)