N: hey people! Due to a request from one of my reviewers I will be making speedier updates but I won't lie, my life is a bit hectic right now so sometimes I won't be able to make my desired deadlines. But I will try my hardest!

thanks for all your reviews! I'm so glad you guys like this! Here's the next chap!

Warnings: yaoi! Yes, I think Crona is a boy. Hints of D/s, confusion, angst, and hurt/comfort.

Maybe some more as I go along.

This is AU so don't hate.

'thoughts'

"talking"

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater.


Chapter four: the prophecy


Death sighed as the transmission cut off and turned to his Death scythe who looked at him compilation.

"are you sure that you should let them go on their own? I realize Kid is very skilled but that witch has more years on her than him." Death turned to him and said in a cheerful manner.

" yes, yes I know. But he has something Medusa does not nor will ever understand." sprit blinked at him then questioned his meaning.

"you know of the seven don't you?"

"no, not really"

"well, the seven in a clan of which a whole manner of beings co-exist. They have seven leaders who represent their individual race,- " Death stopped when he saw the confused look on sprit's face and tried a different approach.

"do know of paix sept (1)?" realization filtered over sprit's face and the red head smiled.

"oh the story of the cat, the witch, the warlock, the human, the shinigami, and the balance in-between? I used to read that to Maka all the time when she was younger"

"yes, well it is great truth in the fable. Such a clan exists and they will guide my son."

"but they separated themselves from the world didn't they? Something about a prophecy with um. Um" sprit trickled off trying to remember the word of the fairy tale. Death rolled his eyes under his mask and went on.

"the prophecy your trying so hard to remember is coming true as we speak."

"huh? How do know?"

"because they told me."

"really?" Death nodded remembering that day.


Flashback


801 years ago

Death scowled underneath his mask as he looked upon the warlock not 7 feet away from him. He didn't know what a witch, a male witch at that was doing in Death city at this crucial time but he wasn't going to let the being linger to any damage.

The effeminate looking man stood his ground in front of Death firmly clutching a scroll in his pale hand. Big blue almost child-like eyes stared at the shinigami and smiled softly.

"now, now my dear Lord Death please be calm, I do not wish to fight you." the man's voice was so light and airy but had an obvious flirting tone to it that made Death bristle internally. The man smiled and put up a defensive hand to make his point that he meant no harm. Death lowered his claws a fraction but did not put down his guard, the man was still a witch.

"state your business witch." the warlock nodded and tucked a strand of his long black hair from his face and slowly held out the scroll for the shinigami to see, making sure the seal was clearly visible.

Death's eyes widened comically under his mask when recognized the seal. He couldn't believe his eyes.

The seal of seven.

The hidden clan of peace. And if this witch was carrying the seal he must be…

"I-I apologize greatly Milord, I didn't-"

"oh hush. I am well aware of my kind's reputation and I do not fault you for being on the defensive." he walked up to Death and gave him the scroll.

"this will hopefully prepare you for things to come and help to protect you and yours…" he trailed off and raised both hands to Death's skull mask and moved it to the side to reveal bone white skin and a startled red tinted gold eye. Reaching up with the grace of a dancer, he laid a kiss upon Death's cheek and whispered a soft prayer.

"may Kami shine her loving light on you, peu de mort, a laisse` l'aide de la vie vous.(2)" Death grunted when he felt the male witches magic hum gently beneath his skin and then the warlock was gone. Without a trace except for the warmth left on Death's cold cheek and the scroll in his hand.

Death readjusted his mask and shook his head in astonishment. The warlock was a strange creature indeed. Death turned on his heel and disappeared back to his home to read the message from the seven in private.


"when Death and life are imperfectly aligned,

The beast hidden in the shadows will rise,

Only those of clear minds and hearts will see,

The imbalance of the masters of the beast,

Taken in the form of number three,

Defeated will the beasts be,

With the balance of another three,

Mixture of tainted and pure blood,

Put together through love not hate

Will bring life and Death for worlds sake…." Death's brow furrowed. What did this mean? A gurgle not far from him shook him from his musing and he smiled. Taking off his mask and robe, the very tall well built man walked over to a stone crib in the corner of his room. The crib was covered in protective cravings for Death's precious little Kid.

Golden eyes looked up happily at his father and he reached up with his chubby little arms to try and grab at the smirking man above.

"ah little Death! You are awake hm? Maybe time for a midnight snack?" Kid gurgled again in reply and Death lifted him from his crib and down to his private kitchens where he would make his child and himself something to eat. He'd figure out the scroll at a later date.

….


(1) seven peace

(2)little Death, let life aid you


Kid flew speedily over a grassy plane with Patty and Liz in their holsters. On his back was his black back pack with a skull on the front and the map Blair had given them was clutched in his hand.

After they left Kid's home they traveled on the recommended path suggested by the map to Crona's home. In the silence of his flying Kid wondered how he was gong to convince Crona to come with him to his home in Death city. From their first meeting it was kind of obvious that Crona seemed enthralled with him but according to Blair's description of the woman Crona was with he wasn't very well treated. His excitement towards Kid could be to the trill of meeting someone new.

'but what about Maka and soul? They where there before you and they didn't get such a "reaction".' a voice rang out in Kid's head that sounded suspiciously like Liz. Kid sighed slowed to a stop and checked his map to make sure he was on the right path. He was and went to roll it back up but Crona's flashing pink dot caught his attention and he resisted the urge to click on it.

It was as Blair said a still picture. At the rate he was going he'd see the real thing soon.

Eruka stared at the shinigami and watched as he flew off toward the forest that surrounded medusa's home. This was bad! So bad! Eruka sweated and bit her lip to keep her whimpers inside. That boy was getting closer and closer to her unwanted master's home. Medusa was playing a dangerous game with those around her and she was going to drag Eruka down with her!

Eruka groaned pitifully as she reverted to her frog form. She could feel it her magic that something big was going to happen and it wasn't good. Hopping away Eruka went back to her master feeling nauseous as the snakes wriggled in her gut. She was needed.

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Crona sat in the corner of his room clutching his pillow to his chest. He wondered if his mother could actually hear his thoughts. Every time that boy filtered across his thoughts she glared at him in a way that made him very nervous, not to mention scared.

He thought about the boy often so it was a good thing he wasn't in his mother's presence very much while they were at home. Crona scratched his arm and thumped his head lightly on the wall. He wanted to fall asleep but knew he couldn't due to his nightmares. But he started to lightly doze off anyway.

Suddenly a sharp shock behind his ear made him wake right up and grab his left ear. Feeling something odd and definitely not part of him back there. He pulled it off and blinked when he saw it was a pumpkin. A very, very small pumpkin. Electricity sparked around it and Crona threw it away from him in fear and watched with wide eyes as it blew up with a small cloud. Out from the bottom of the of the small cloud a piece of paper.

When the cloud disappeared Crona shakily got up and went closer to see what it was, from a reasonable distance of course.

"hah, o-oh my." Crona gasped and clutched at his heart. It was a very well done illustration of his shinigami. He knelt in front of it and peered down into the so very life like gold eyes of his mystery boy with the warm soul. He hesitated for a moment before picking up what he perceived was a drawing. He turned it over to examine it more and saw a name written on the back of it.

"Death the Kid…" Crona breathed. What a nice name. Crona's mouth twitched and he gave in to the urge to smile. Briefly though his mother seemed to always know when does that too.

Crona scooted back to Mr. Corner and traced his fingers over the 'drawing'. that feeling of happiness bubbled up in his chest and he had the strangest urge to laugh. This night has been the second best night of his life. His first being the night he met 'Death the Kid'.

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N: little short I now but I'm babysitting right now and my niece kicked my nephew in what he calls his 'binky' coloring is serious business apparently

Err, thanks for reading. Special shout out to Dino Kid!

Much love,

N.