A/N: Hey you people, (and/or other... you never know.) chapter nine! I know this story might seem a little long, but I have a problem with writing short stories so deal. ^.^

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater. If I did then the T.V. show would've continued for more than 51 episodes. -_-


I pace outside of Death's door, which under normal circumstances is a bad thing, but right now it was a terrible and aggravating thing. I stop at the door and glare at it.

"Give him a minute Evy, he's probably a busy man."

"Doesn't matter. This is important, Dad! This could mean- Heck, it could mean the destruction of everything people have rebuilt over the year! What is taking him so long." I start pounding on the door, staring furiously at the floor. Suddenly the hard surface of the door disappears and I'm hitting something that seems slightly hallow. When I look up I feel the blood flow out of my face when I see that I was knocking on Lord Death, also known as punching him in the mask. "I-I... I-I'm s-s-so s-sorry... I-I d-didn't mean t-to..." I hide my face in my hands, feeling my face heat up.

"I must say, I don't think I've ever seen someone change colour so quickly, Ever."

"Don't even, Dad. Don't. Even." I flip my hair, take a deep breath and try to stop mentally kicking myself. "Um, L-Lord Death I have, um, someth-thing important to tell you." Death rubs his hand over his mask, so his next words sound slightly muffled.

"Well, I should have guessed that one." I wince, and I know that I probably look like a tomato. "Why don't the two of you come in, no one's here at the moment." He jump-steps aside and we walk past him and into the death room, me with my head kept down and my dad with a goofy smile that tells me he's never going to let me live this one down. We reach the stage and I cough nervously.

"So, the reason I'm here is that my father here," Dad waves, "brought me the news that Drakar- The man I told you about before? Yes, well, he's planning to revive the Kishin..." I look up at Death and the room is silent for a moment. Then Death breaks out in almost obnoxious laughter.

"Oh, my dear girl... That's not going to happen. Ashura is dead! As a doorknob! There's no way to bring him back. So I thank you for the warning, but it's really not necessary." I gape at him and then turn to my father.

"Tell him what you told me."

"What?"

"Tell him!"

"Tell him what?" I stare at my dad for a moment. "Oh! Right. Sir, Lord Drakar has found a way to put unclaimed souls back into a body. It's the technique that he used to bring back Medusa and he plans to do the same with the Kishin's soul. I do believe it hasn't been disposed of in any way?" Lord Death shrugs.

"I buried it. That should be enough." I smack my head. What was it with this guy and not taking anything seriously. I admit that the idea of reviving a Kishin is pretty far-fetched, but someone found out a way to do it before. The fact that he actually died this time is just another variable.

"It's still possible to get at it, Sir. I know you probably don't want to even think of the likelihood of it happening, but-"

"It's not even a possibility Mr. Hunter. There is no way he can get at the soul since it's in the death room and I'm guarding it at all times. Now, thank you for coming, but you really must be going now." He starts pushing us out the door with his disarmingly large hands.

"But... Sir! What about tomorrow? When you're at the-" He shuts the door behind us. "-party. Great. Just great." I kick a wall dejectedly, not liking the feeling of failure spreading through my chest like a plague.

"Hey, don't you get all gloomy now, okay? Keep an ear and an eye out for suspicious activity or people and don't let yourself be caught unawares. Just because Lord Death doesn't think he needs it doesn't mean you can't give him a hand, right?" I puff out my cheeks and nod, picking myself up and out from my self-pity party. "That's my girl. Now, I've got to go- these visits take a lot out of me, but I'll be back in a heartbeat if you need me, alright?" He bends down to kiss my forehead, but all I feel is mist. Then he's gone.

"I love you Daddy."


When I get back home I finish the homework that makes no sense to me and lounge on the couch for an hour. I'm about to doze off when the doorbell rings, so it takes a moment for me to get up and answer it.

"Hey! How's it going?" I smile at Maka, Liz and Patty as they wave at me.

"Not bad. What's up?"

"Weeeeell," Maka rocks back on her heels while holding her hands behind her back "When we were shopping we forgot to get you a dress for the party tomorrow and the three of us haven't got anything either, so we thought we could all go together!" She grins and I can't help but return it.

"Big Sis has a killer fashion sense! She said so herself!" Says Patty.

"And you haven't shopped until you've shopped with Patty. Trust me, you don't want to miss it." Adds Liz.

"You had me at 'get you a dress'. Lets go!" I grab my shoes and my bag and rush outside, almost forgetting to shut and lock the door behind me. We laugh and walk as if we were drunk as we bump hips and dodge each others feet. Maybe Death is right, I think as Liz grabs a dress off a hook and holds it up to herself, spinning so it flairs out. Maybe there's nothing to worry about. Maybe Drakar's not that big of a threat. I let out a silent chuckle. Ya, and poison is a wonderful addition to any meal.


A/N: Two chapters in (almost) one day! I think that deserves a review don't you?