A/N- Okay folks! This is where I'm deviating from the manga. I don't feel like writing the Book of Eibon ark, since I'm already doing that and in honor of the #8 I'm starting with Death the Kid. My friend wasn't happy with 3rd person. Should I keep it in first?

Btw~15 days left of school and I have my play on Monday and a band concert on Wednesday so wish me luck!

Death the Kid

I felt blind. My eyes were glued shut and I had no intention of jeopardizing the delicate balance that was my sight. I couldn't make out anything through the hazy darkness that was my eyelids, but even though I was internally freaking out because of my Achluophobia I still felt it was better this way. I knew that the second I opened my eyes it would be the same as before, if not worse.

The first rule of being a prisoner: Never give out any information. Not on your comrades, or weapons, or anything else for that matter. Even yourself…which I totally failed. I'm supposed to be willing to die before letting them get any tidings out of me, which I was prepared to do, but what I wasn't prepared for was…was…HIM! He could hit me all he wanted, beat me to a pulp and I wouldn't even complain but why-OH! Why! -did he have to do it so vulgarly? I had bruises on my right cheek that weren't on my left and various other asymmetrically done wounds. I hadn't seen myself in a mirror but I could tell that my clothes and hair were in shambles. I truly wanted to cry.

The second rule of being a prisoner: Don't reveal your weakness, because if it's a person they'll probably wind up dead and if it's literally yours…good luck. I hadn't even made it through a whole day without blowing my cover. The injuries and clothes were one thing but it was too much to bear when the poor chair was thrown across the room. I burst into my usual fit and it was all downhill from there. My formerly symmetrical room was defiled and now looked as filthy and asymmetrical as Black Star's gravity defying hair. As soon as "The Great Gopher, server of Noah" left the room I'd rushed to clean it, but when he figured out what had happened Gopher chained me to the wall. All I could do now was watch from a distance as he did what he pleased.

I've been here for about a week or so give or take a few days. Time has a way of slipping by here and I am slowly beginning to find that my grip on reality is loosening. If this is what happens after a week, imagine what would happen over months or years? I don't like not knowing what's going to happen the next day, or what is going on back home. Only one thing was for sure- I'm not going to be able to get out of here myself. Just this one time, I was going to have to rely on my comrades. If only I had been more attentive that day. More careful!

What kind of a meister lets down their guard so easily? A bad one that's who. A filthy, worthless, dirty, unbalanced, scum of a meister!

*Flashback*

"Perfect!" I sighed in relief. I was right in coming back home. One of the candles was burning at a different rate than the other. By the time I got there it was two whole inches shorter! Imagine if I had waited till I got home! I set my measuring tape back in the drawer and then turned toward the front door. Liz had said to hurry back since we had some kind of big meeting today, so I forced myself not to check the house again. I'd do it when we got back home.

My foot was halfway out the door when a loud crash emerged from the direction of the kitchen. "My symmetry!" I squeaked, running to the scene of the crime.

My jaw dropped. I almost broke down right then and there. If it weren't for the two bickering strangers in my demolished kitchen I'd be sobbing on the floor by now.

"What the hell, Justin! You just blew our cover!"

"There was no way I was going to ring the doorbell, Gopher"

"Well that's better than smashing a giant whole in the wall!"

I just sat there in silence, watching them quarrel. After a minute or so I got over the shock and my rational mind caught up with me. Why were they here? Who were they? Why was there a giant whole in the wall where the mirror used to be?

Giant whole in the wall…hole in wall…..asymmetrical.

A red film tinted my vision. In a flash I was at the taller one's neck, holding him by the collar. The blonde man's headphones, which had been blasting some type of alternative music, clattered to the floor before falling silent.

"Which one of you two did that?" I gestured toward the GIANT HOLE in my wall. They both remained silent. I took that second to analyze them and my situation. The guy I assumed was Gopher seemed really guarded like a puppy that had been scolded too many times. The man I was gripping had on a complete monastery garb (cross and all) and had a full head of blonde hair. He actually looked really familiar somehow, like I'd seen him before…

"Justin Law!" I said in realization. The youngest Death Scythe. That would explain why he looked so familiar. I'd seen him around Father a few times, but what was he doing here with him?

"Ahh! He remembered. Don't I feel special?" I looked at him funny. (for lack of a better word to describe it) What came next was pretty shocking, but not completely unexpected. I ducked, just barely avoiding the sure-fire punch to my head. After that an all out brawl broke out in the Shinigami household. Many things were broken, and with that the symmetry was gone, his only haven in a world of unsymmetrical cretins. (Minus Maka of course. Bless her ponytails)

"Why are you here?" I gave a roundhouse kick which he nimbly avoided.

"For you of course! Noah needs you for that stupid collection of his, and I'm too lazy to argue with him. Besides, this is fun! I get to fight with a mini-Shinigami!" He was silenced by my punch to his jaw. Take that jackass.

For a while that went on. The guy named Gopher popped in every once in a while but every time he did we would beat him up and yell "Stay out of this!" before picking up where we left off. The whole thing was like an interrogation session too. He asked me about everyday things while I tried to get more information out of him.

"Why did you betray my father?"

"How do you like that school of yours?"

"Who is Noah?"

"Never did like that place. Awfully boring."

"Would you stop prattling on and on!"

"Got any girls you like?" I toppled to the floor. One moment's hesitation was all it took for him to floor me. Hit after hit was landed till I couldn't even get up, let alone fight back. My eyes were half open, and were struggling to stay that way by the time he walked over to me.

"Guess Shinigami's son wasn't as tough as I thought." My vision blurred before I blacked out, his triumphant face the last thing I saw.

*Flashback End*

If only I had held out a little longer. Maybe someone, anyone would have come by that day. Then I wouldn't be in this mess. Relying on others to play prince while I was the damsel in distress…pitiful…And the worst part was that all I could do was wait and hope from my little asymmetrical room. Time was of the essence and there wasn't much of it left before I would be sucked into their little mind games.

#####################BLACK STAR

"Where is he? I shouted as the door burst open in front of me. What a perfect entrance if I do say so myself. I scanned the room. It was fairly dark, the walls and floor were a deep gray and hardly any light illuminated it, and hardly furnished. The only thing I could see from my position in the far corner of the room was a large black chair suited for the fairest of queens in the center, most shaded area. On it was a little girl who looked no older than eight, but from experience I knew that as innocent as she looked that was no little girl and she was anything but innocent. "Medusa!"

"I see you got past my guards." She said in a nonchalant voice. I laughed jubilantly.

"They didn't stand a chance against the Great Black Star! And neither do you!" I ran full speed at her, dodging vector arrows as I did. I'd fallen for those too many times to make that mistake again… "Oomph!" I smashed into the wall. Guess I should'a been watching for those vector plates too, huh?

"Slow down boy! I don't feel the need to waste my precious time fighting you so state your business and leave." Medusa stated in an irritated voice. I climbed out of the hole I had made in the wall and walked over to her slowly. My spirits were considerably lower. I came all this way and I didn't even get to fight anyone? What a waste…

"Where's Kid?" She seemed confused but I was tired of her and just wanted to leave. "He's been captured by some group led by Noah. Know where he is?" She seemed to think about it for a moment before answering, albeit slowly.

"I believe I heard something about them from my sister before she…passed…but even if I did know something why in the world would I tell you?" I didn't even bat an eye.

"Because you're a sadistic bitch who doesn't have anything better to do with her time or that information." Her expression didn't change.

"Hmmm, you've got me there. I believe Arachne said something along the lines of "I hate that Noah! Taking all the good meals for that book of his! I might go to Europe myself just to kick his ass!" I think that book was called something Eibon but that's all I know. If you come by here again and I'm in a bad mood I'll probably kill you. Just to let you know. Goodbye."

I didn't need to be told twice. I was halfway out the door by the time she was done talking. Usually I would be a little more keyed up in this type of situation but I had to remind myself that this wasn't about me. At least until we got all this mess with Kid all sorted out, things weren't about me anymore. I would let him borrow my stage for just awhile longer. For now, what was important was getting this information to Shinigami-sama so that we could get out and do something about all of this. Besides…I missed my spotlight…

############################MAKA

"Stop complaining Soul!" I scolded him. His pout only became more defined, but he did shut his mouth. (finally!) Or so I thought.

"But I'm hungry!" On and on and on. Would he ever shut up! I knew he was hungry! After stating so a hundred times the whole world probably knew he was hungry. I sighed. Again. I probably seemed like an old lady with how many times I'd found myself doing so today.

"We'll get some food when we go back. I just want to check this out really fast." He opened his mouth to protest but I shot a glare at him, cutting him off. "And if you don't shut up I swear I'll cut off all of your striking white hair!" He looked at me funny before grinning.

"With what? I'm the one with all of the sharp edges here." Oh, I forgot. I hadn't told him about how I was a weapon. I probably should...

Ever since the incident with Gopher I had been experimenting with it. Cutting stuff like papers and large golden envelopes. Yeah, I knew about that. I didn't know what was going on but when I found it with the rest of the mail one day before school I decided to keep it in my drawer. It was still addressed to Soul though so I was partial to opening it. I didn't want it to go that far. I would just bide my time until the I felt I should bring it up. It seemed like we all had our secrets now. Me and my scythe form, him and...and...whatever this was. I just chose to ignore it for the time being.

I felt bad about not telling him but it was worth it. Silence truly was golden.

We walked for a few more minutes across the lush green grass before entering the shady forest. Light danced around us, creating a twilight-zone type of feel. Underneath the canopy of trees it was cool, comforting, in other words the exact opposite of how it was the last time I was here. The memories flooded through me as we trekked. I shook my head, hoping for them to disappear. Focus Maka. Focus.

I knew immediately when we got to the right place. Scorch marks scarred the now blood stained ground and the trees were in disarray. Feathers marked the borderline from serene haven to warzone. Soul looked like he was taking everything in. It was his first time here. I, however, was on a mission and marched straight up to where I had left Gopher. Ashes sat in a neat pile, exactly as I left them.. From my experiences last time I knew that it was that wierd teleporting note. They used them to escape from a fight like the cowards they were.

I took out a small cup and an equally tiny plastic bag then shoveled all of the remains into it, before replacing them within my backpack.

"We're done. Let's head back." I told Soul, turning toward the direction we came from.

"Hoorah!" Sheesh. Boys were always so dramatic. I thought that was supposed to be a girl thing.

"I think I can do it." Stein said hesitantly. "I'll need to run some tests but I've done harder things…" He went on talking to himself, absently turning the large knob in his head for some unknown reason.

"So you can reproduce it?"

"Yes, but it would need a lot of power to work it. Not electricity either. Some sort of alternate power source…" At that he rolled away, lost in thought. I didn't bother staying and Soul was right behind me.

As we slipped into the hall I felt a sense of accomplishment. If we could find a way to power that note then we'd be that much closer to rescuing Kid and taking down this Noah! Soul seemed pretty excited himself but if my suspicions were correct it probably had something to do with food rather than our MIA friend.

#########################KIM

I nibbled on my salad as I listened to everyone around the table talk.

"Yeah, and if we can find way to power it we might be able to find Kid!" That was good news. Progress was always nice to hear about. I glanced at the person next to me as Maka rambled on about something with Ox. Soul was scarfing down Subway sandwiches like nobody's business. I absently wondered if he'd be able to finish one of those six foot ones…it seemed pretty plausible.

On the other end of the table I could hear bits of pieces of Black Star and Kilik's conversation.

"Yeah she said something about a book named Eibon and Europe." I froze. He knew about the Book of Eibon. A bad feeling boiled up from the pit of my stomach, churning and rolling there until I felt dangerously close to being sick. I pushed my half-finished bowl of salad to the side before quietly excusing myself from the table.

The stark white halls of the DWMA flashed before my eyes, taken in yet unnoticed. I didn't stop until I got to our small apartment. (room 707) I awkwardly took my key from my jacket pocket, fumbling with the lock until I finally managed to open the door. I slipped in hastily, shutting the door behind me. I crossed through the living room into the hall that led to my room.

Even though I wasn't much of a tomboy I had never been very girly either. I never bothered with make-up and I wasn't much of a gossiper, but I wasn't very athletic either and books were not my thing. But since I was a witch it sort of made up for my shortcomings. I could slide by, somewhere in the middle. Never taking sides, just fitting into the background, but sometimes witches would try to contact me. Through dreams and what not. It was annoying, sometimes troubling, but mostly annoying. They'd say things like "Join our side Kim! We need you!" and I would feel nothing but disgust toward them for even voicing such blasphemy.

A few nights ago one had snuck into my head and whispered; just like the rest, only she had something different to say. "Get the book. The book will save you're friend Eibon can save us all! Sneak into the forbidden library! You know what to do!"

I have no idea why I decided to listen to that witch. Of all of the notions I had to choose this time to listen. I felt like this was way more complicated than I could comprehend, but I tried not to think about that as I took out the book from within my drawer and set it gently atop my desk.

I had a bad feeling about opening it up. There seemed to be a dark aura about it, which wasn't helping my suspicions. My fingers lightly skimmed the dark cover, tracing the faded golden words that spelled Eibon in elaborately done letters. It was soft beneath my fingers and it was a few moments before I finally worked up the courage to open it, slowly working my way under the cover and pulling upwards, revealing it's contents.

CHAPTER 1: LUST

That's all that was on the page. I moved to turn to the next one, but then a high wind came from within the book and blew the pages. They turned feverishly, wildly, pictures and words flashing momentarily on the pages. I could only catch glimpses of them before they disappeared, lost within the pages of the book.

Death the Kid….Noah….Kishin….Insanity.

When the wind subsided the pages settled on a deep black, as if an ink stain had spread from the inside out and a dark eerie glow began to emit from it. I didn't wait to see what came next. I slammed the book closed and shucked it away from me. I slid slowly to the floor panting like I'd just run a marathon. I couldn't gather my thoughts. This was all way too much for me. This was NOT what I'd signed up for.

A/N- I swear I got like twenty reviews on the last chapter! Thank you sooo much:) It means a lot to know that you guys care whether or not I update. I would have posted yesterday but fanfiction wouldn't let me...***I added quite a bit to this chapter! Maka is officially a weapon too! Plus it's explained now:)***