Okay, again and again, I will say this: Don't own Soul Eater or Bleach at all or I'd make my own arc where the two worlds meet or something weird like that. So, if you haven't seen anything like that, it's probably because my ideas have been rejected. Again, a big shout-out to Zaru for the encouragement! ^.^ Now, on with the show, people!

First Beat: 1,000 Years Later...

"Ah, there you are, Maka and Soul..."

"Oh, Maka, my dear, baby and beautiful Maka, I do hope that he's not..."

Reaper Chop!

Maka couldn't help but roll her eyes at her pervert of a dad as he lay there, blood spurting in all sorts of directions in the Death Room. Lord Death, the giver of the Reaper chop, glared at him before giving an apologetic look to her and Soul. Then, he coughed out loud as he looked at them, the mask being readjusted before he addressed to the two of them. He was standing there, just behind the mirror, the white clouds and the crucifixes planted firmly on the ground as though they were at a graveyard of some sort. Well, it was Lord Death's sort of thing, being a Reaper and ruler of Death City and all.

"Now, you two know why you're here. Again, you two are that close into being expelled from the school since you have... well, collected zero souls," Lord Death began in a pretty blunt manner as the two of them felt despondent. It was true, they almost had it the first time (but Blair had to confess afterwards that she was a cat, not a witch), and now... they failed the second time. Oh, they had the ninety-nine kishin souls, but they accidentally got a rabbit's soul in the process. As a result, it was confiscated. Yet again. Black*Star wouldn't have minded to fail twice in a row, but with these two... they mind.

Soul was muttering about something not being cool in this position whilst Maka felt like... well... she had fallen into the depths of despair. Metaphorically. So far, they couldn't get a soul after the first and second attempt of turning Soul into a Deathscythe. Even with Kid's help, they still didn't get Soul into a Deathscythe. Oh, dear. With a sigh, Lord Death continued, ignoring the pale, depressed expressions on their faces. Spirit managed to get up again, trying to restrain himself from crying or showing any sort of emotion for his daughter that was on a fine line to be kicked out of Shibusen for not trying.

"So, I decided to make a remedial lesson for the two of you. This time, without Black*Star, he seemed to be on his way... well, almost," Lord Death cringed at the thought of him before he put it at the back of his mind. Then, he cleared his throat as he explained the mission, in detail. The mission was, according to Lord Death, was to collect a box in the middle of the Nevada desert, a box that Archane and Medusa wanted so desperately. It seemed that the box had some value to it and their objective at Shibusen was to get that box before they did. It also had kishins that were probably a little higher than their level, but Lord Death had faith in them. Well, almost. As soon as Lord Death finished explaining, Maka had put up her hand, a little pale. Not only they were about to be expelled, but the mission was near impossible to be accomplished, only Kid would be able to comfortably be able to complete it... to his perfection.

"But... er... Lord Death... wouldn't Kid be doing this sort of thing, if Medusa and Archane really wanted it?" Maka asked as Lord Death sighed. By this time, Spirit was about to say something to Maka about not to worry about it and be brave (and something nonsensical) before Lord Death decided to Reaper Chop him the second time, and a third time to make sure that he stayed down for the count. Soul couldn't help but smirk. Two to Soul, none to him. Thank God for that.

"As for Kid, he's out on a mission. On... a secret-secret mission," Lord Death finished off quickly as he chuckled nervously. "Now, run along, I'd imagine that their minions are on their way there," he shooed them gently as the two of them out of the Death Room. And somehow, in their minds, they were so screwed that they had no idea what to do if the possibility of failure arises. No, they even don't want to think like that. Not now. So, as silent as ever, they head out to the desert. As for Spirit, back at that Death Room...

"Be careful, Maka! Don't let that boy hurt you! Don't..." Spirit wailed out loudly as Lord Death did it again. For the fourth time. He was probably lying there, maybe dead from blood loss from the previous chops. Oh, well... at least he didn't have to see his personal weapon streaming into tears and whatnot. Whatever it might be. At least he didn't dote on his son that often.

Reaper Chop!

"Sometimes, I think you have to stop clinging onto her... it's no wonder she doesn't bond well with you..." Lord Death muttered under his breath as he shook his head. Really, his personal weapon needs to stop worrying about Maka so much...

Meanwhile, a hooded woman of child-like proportions gazed into her crystal ball, frowning as she watched the Mizune sisters, Free and Eureka making their way to the caves of that resting place known as Ulquiorra. She grinned as she readjusted her clothes to make herself more comfortable.

"I just hope that they will reach there in time. I think they're in the way. I should deal with those two first, I think they might have heard it through my sister. How interesting in how the boat leaks, it was luck that they got the wrong set of information from me," Medusa chuckled as she sat there in that quiet castle of hers, the blocks suiting her well. She was planning, planning for her next move. If she was able to get his alliance, then... things would get a lot more interesting from there onwards. Not only one threat was established quite clearly, but a second one was looming over them.

The fourth Espada they call Ulquiorra.

The dust from the sand blew at a fast rate as Soul and Maka rode their way to the caves as Lord Death described. It was nothing but clifface and the entrance was dark. Not to mention the 'caution' sign dangling across the entrance. Great. Not only they were about to die by kishins that were beyond their levels, but there were possibilities that the caves might be their own doing as well. Just great.

"Man, this is so not cool," Soul sighed loudly as Maka waved it aside, not bothered to bring out her infamous Maka chop on Soul again. She was too worried about her expulsion from Shibusen and she didn't want to let her mother down. She adjusted her black coat and motioned for Soul to come along.

"Either way, we have to do it. Come on Soul," Maka sighed as they had no other choice but to enter the caves. They could feel the dust kicking up a storm as the two entered inside, with a flash light. As soon as they were safely inside, Maka and Soul walked forward, not knowing what would happen next. They hoped that they wouldn't meet any kishin as of yet, but if they could defeat them, great.

Unfortunately, Medusa was right. They were the wrong caves that contain Ulquiorra's heart.

However, Fate had to intervene. Ulquiorra's heart was one thing, but his body was another. Rather, his Soul. It was encased in ice, the perfect sphere of ice that was crafted by anyone. Soul and Maka were surprised at this, a Soul that was encased in ice. Even though Soul didn't receive the power of Soul Perception, but he could see this soul, somewhat.

"Why do I get the feeling that we're in the wrong cave? And why this soul here is evil? Not cool at all, we're wasting time here," Soul muttered out loud as Maka found the strength to do this. And this time, it was a very large hardcover of the encyclopedia. The volume was so thick that one could have mistaken it for a large marble stone from the stone quarry.

Maka chop!

"I think this soul might help us locate the box. I think this is what Lord Death was after. It's just that it's in two places. So, we might have a chance," Maka pointed out as Soul rubbed his head, tenderly. He hated that. And he hated the fact that Maka is still stubborn and always is. With that, Soul had to sigh. The weapon hoped that Maka was right. Somehow, he had a feeling that she was going to prove him wrong. Damn the woman.

Meanwhile, Eureka and Free, along with the Mizune sisters, had found the box that Medusa directed to them. They were chuckling with glee as they looked at the box, no keyhole or lock on that box. Free sighed as he looked at the box, disgruntled.

"Why Medusa asked us to get this box is pointless to me. It doesn't tell us what it contain inside," Free sighed as Eureka rolled her eyes and took it from him. She made sure that she kept it safe from harm, making sure that nothing happened to it. She had an idea what it contained, Medusa gave a hint or two to her before they headed out to this desolate place in Nevada to get the item. As for Archane's soldiers, well... let's say that they were nowhere near it.

"Nevertheless, we have to get back to Medusa before..." Eureka began, but she could see Maka lunging at her, the scythe held in her hands as Eureka squeaked. At once, Free had to block between Eureka and Maka, making sure that the box was unharmed. So, it was deemed important after all. Knowing that Medusa had some good intentions for the box in their hands, Free decided to fight whilst Eureka escapes from the caves. It was a good idea at the time.

"Okay, we're going back now!" Free concluded quickly as the Mizune sisters tried their best to distract Maka and Soul from getting that box. The fight was fast and furious, Soul and Maka putting on the pressure on the two opponents and almost pushed them over to the edge. They almost had enough, so they decided to do Soul Resonance.

Note to self, Maka and Soul: not a good idea to do it in the caves. In case if something happened.

"Soul Resonance!" At once, they had Witch Hunter. And much to Soul's horror, Maka aimed it wrongly, hitting it at the weakest part of the cave that caused it to rumble loudly. The floor of the caves were about to collapse. Maka and everyone who were in the caves... they were about to be buried alive. Great. Fate decided to mock just about everyone today. And this was one of Fate's tricks. Metaphorically, of course.

"Maka, you idiot! What have you done?" Soul yelled out loud as his image on the metallic scythe appeared to her, angry. Maka felt idiotic, she slipped again for the second time and this time... it was costly.

"Uh... oops?" Maka chuckled nervously as Eureka knew that she had to hurry. As she ran faster, she accidentally tripped over, the box slipping out of Eureka's hands. The box decided to fly, which caused for Eureka to shriek in horror. She had to catch it, fast!

"No, not that!" Eureka screeched out loud as the box landed on the floor with a sickening thump and a crack. It felt like slow motion, but somehow... for some reason or another, Maka had the box that contained the heart. It was in her hands and the sickening crack was the box opening. The soul that lay in Maka's pocket began to glow, melting the ice around it. Then, the contents inside the box began to float. Inside... was a heart. It was in perfect condition for one thousand years, and the soul slowly began to infuse. And this was probably the time when a large hole appeared from underneath Eureka and her allies and fell through it. Oh, great. They were probably about to be sealed under. As for Soul, who returned to human form...

"Come on... we have to take that gross thing and get out of here! Not cool to hang around like this!" Soul warned her as Maka nodded as she took the thumping and beating of the heartbeat and placed it close to her heart as the two of them made their way out, especially through that zig-zag maze of caves that was created a thousand years ago. And all of this time, human-like limbs slowly began to transform around that heart, holding onto Maka's hands as they made their way to the exit. As soon as Soul and Maka heard a large, thunderous crack as soon as they safely made their way outside, they were rather surprised to see a human appearing before them. Or was it? His unusually pale skin, black hair and emerald eyes were something new to them. Especially the hole in the middle of his chest. In another words... who was he?

Meanwhile, Ulquiorra blinked at them, as though they were new. He hadn't seen them before and wore such odd clothes. Who were they, what do they want from him? Then, after long periods of thinking, he concluded that he was re-born. A second chance? But, why? He didn't deserve a second chance, he was supposed to be evil and supposed to be ruling over Soul Society and all of that... where was Aizen, for a start? The leader that he followed... sort of. Where was he, and why was he going to be tormented all over again? That damn woman... he looked at the two humans in front of them, as though they looked familiar. Or do they? He shook his head. No, he couldn't recognize them, even if he tried. His first words were legendary, though. Very legendary. Not sociable, but legendary.

"Why?"