Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.


"Guys... This really isn't necessary..." Miki said, adjusting herself into a more comfortable postion on her hospital bed. Patti, Tsubaki, Liz, Abby, and – shockingly – Kidd, all huddled around her bedside, fiddling with strands of her dark blue hair. Jasper stood, pacing the length of the room, Lance glared at nothing in particular, Maka was scolding Soul and Black*Star for being stupid (the usual), and Miki was about ready to explode in fury, unbeknownst to her visitors.

"But, Miki, Stein said-" Miki sent her piercing indigo glare in his direction.

"Stein said I was fine." She interrupted. "I was clear to go home hours ago!" She screeched, throwing up her arms in anguish. The girls – and Kidd – who were braiding Miki's hair jumped slightly, and Tsubaki went to console her daughter.

"Deep breaths..." She whispered, rubbing her daughter's back.

"Where is she!" A voice sounded from outside the door. Miki perked up, she knew that voice. The door suddenly swung open, revealing... no one? Black*Star and Miki seemed to notice something the others didn't.

"Angie-Nee-chan!" Miki shouted, waving her arms aorund wildly. A figure appeared in an instant. She looked around twenty one(1), brown hair reaching just below her chin, with bangs just brushing past her eyebrows. Her eyes were an amethyst color, bordering on red and purple. She wore a pale green skirt, and a blouse of a much deeper shade of green, a tie the color of her eyes tied in a bow around the collar.

"Angela Leon." Kidd remarked, in awe. "Haven't seen you in years." Jasper and Lance stood in shock, both pointing at the figure, their mouths opening and closing. Tsubaki stood quickly, sweeping her adopted daughter into her arms, Black*Star following.

"Oi! Oi! Don't I get a hug too?!" Miki exclaimed, crossing her arms defiantly, puffing her cheeks out, her lips forming a pout. Angela laughed, pushing past her adoptive parents, hugging the petite girl on the bed.

"It's good to see you, Miki." She said, a smile gracing her lips. Abby stared in confusion. A loud gunshot jarred all of them, making them turn their heads to the source. Image Abby held her weapon form, a confused scowl on her face.

"Abby-chan, is that the best way to get attention...?" Miki asked, clutching her chest, in hopes of calming her thundering heart.

"Who's this? I feel mana radiating off her." Abby said, turning back into her human form. Angela smiled, flicking a piece of stray hair from her eyes.

"I'm Angela Leon. Chameleon witch. You must be a witch as well. They are the only ones who sense mana." Abby's personality suddenly turned a 180. She grinned widely, jumping across the room to hug her.

"I'm Abby Borealis! Ice witch!" She exclaimed, squeezing the life out of the fellow witch. Angela's eyes almost bulged out from her head, her face turning purple from lack of oxygen.

"Nice to... Meet you..." Angela managed to squeak out, Lance prying the gun from the chameleon witch. "Anyway," She began, brushing off her skirt. "I heard Miki was injured, so I came to check up on her." Maka smiled.

"Well, it's wonderful to see you again." Angela nodded, before turning serious.

"Yea, but I came here for another reason as well. It's not as wonderful." Miki looked up, staring at the brunette.

"Is something wrong?" Angela directed her gaze to the blue-haired girl.

"That's just an understatement."


A/N: Wow. I haven't updated this story in forever. Sorry :3

(1) I didn't know how many years this is into the future, so I just guessed on Angela's age.