This part is a super-short one, but it contains super-important information!

Disclaimer: Soul eater is not mine.

Kid's Point Of View

Maka had left for her mission. I knew she needed time away from me, so I didn't try and stop her- if she wanted to rush to battle, let it be so. I was also painfully aware of the dirty trick she pulled, running to Soul to make me jealous. Or maybe she just really wanted the comfort of her old apartment, regardless of him living there. That assumption raised the question of Maka staying here, was she ever comfortable at the huge mansion? Or was she putting an act of comfort for my sake? And if so, will she stay? I don't want her to leave-

'You broke up with her.' The small voice in my head reminded me. 'You did just what she trusted you to not do, you crushed her heart just like she expected at first. Boy, she must hate you so much.' I shook my head in regret. 'And how selfish, for you to come jealous of Soul, not wanting him to help his best friend, and now you're going to play with her? Tell her to stay?' tears filled my eyes, but I shook them off before they spilled out. "I hate you." I whispered. 'You hate yourself, then? Come back to the insanity where you belong, fragment.' I bit my lip. The shell was starting to crack.

"Why must I be a monster? I wish I was born a human, like Maka." I pulled parts of my hair. 'That's right, I have long hair.' I thought suddenly. Maka liked it long. 'Dispose it, forget it, erase all the trails.' I shivered and summoned a pair of scissors. "No, I don't want to get rid of it!" I threw the scissors to the edge of the room. 'You already have. To protect her, remember? For her sake.' I growled. "I don't want to." The voices inside my head laughed. 'Selfish, egoistic, lovesick puppy, you can't protect her from us, you can't even cut your hair! Then come on, take her here, let us kill her, LET US KILL HER!' The tears finally made their way down my face. "I can't, I better die, garbage, garbage and..." 'Yes, Yes!' The voices shouted. "Damn it!" I called and covered my face with my right hand. The sparkle stopped me. I smiled looking at it, the one earthly connection we had, that bounded us together.

"She never returned the ring." I thought. The voices disappeared.

...

It's been two days since they left for the mission. We've been told their mission might take a long time to accomplish since the witch is not familiar to the DWMA, and we don't know how she may act. She might hide from them, attack them right away or just avoid them until she feels like fighting. It hurt a little when none of them answered my calls, but I knew this was only natural for them to be mad.

"Death the Kid to the Death room!"

...

"Father?" I stepped slowly into the death room, where my father had already stood waiting for me to come. It wasn't rare for him to call me here, but somehow today felt... odd. A black aura, as thick as dusk, filled the corridors leading to him. Was he in a bad mood?

"Do you love Maka?" He asked. I was astonished by the lack of silliness in his voice. "Very much so, even after a while. It was expected for me to not forget her so easily." My statement seemed to sadden him. "It may not be so obvious to you, but I understand you more than it seems." I tilted my head, ready to listen to any of his interesting tales. It's rare for him to share those with me. "What do you mean?" I asked, giving him the slight push he needed to start spilling out details.

"I lived for so long, Kid." I glared at my father from across the room. "Do you have any idea how much I miss my wife, The one who brought me Asura... her name, I won't tell you, she wanted to be remembered as a strong godly figure, and not as the human she was at her old life. They called her Death Priestess or Lady Death... I too, followed her and got rid of my name. I am now known as Lord Death, or Shinigami, the first name we gave Asura was Death Knight, he was my right hand for a long time. Finally he changed it to Asura, a mythical monster that fitted him well. Why is that all important? Why am I reminiscing to you about a woman, not even your mother. You don't have a mother, Kid." I frowned and sat in front of him.

"Every Soul is a creation of two souls, two pieces that mixed. Well, after she died and Asura lost his mind, I knew I'll need a successor, but I couldn't fall in love with anyone else, so I made you, artificially- It was hard, but I did it. You are a copy of me; we look the same, only that you developed your own personality. Every baby does that, it's only that you are the son of me and me. Do you follow?" I nodded, a little confused. "I am old. It took me longer than I thought to make you. It could've been simple if she wouldn't have died, but she wasn't as strong as I was. She wanted to see her parents and friends again; she also believed I would follow her shortly. None of us thought that would happen to Asura! He was supposed to become the new Death, but he didn't, what was supposed to be the death of both of us and Asura's promotion became a tragedy. Now you are here! Everything is set; I can finally take my soul. The only thing that stopped me was your young age, but you are almost eighteen. It's time for me to reunite with her-" My eyes widened. How could he be so cheerful? "You can't leave! I'm not ready!" I shouted. "Aren't we supposed to live forever?" I watched him as he sighed.

"As rulers of Death, we can take lives or refuse to take lives. Strong beings refuse to give us their souls, but that's not the point. We all age, Kiddo. If I would take off my cloak you will see a rotten body. I'm a fossil, should've killed myself ages ago, but I couldn't because nobody would succeed me. Usually lords of death die when their successors complete all three sanzu lines. It's tradition, one that I couldn't follow." Tears filled my eyes. "Is that why I never saw your face? You are going to die and I would have no clue what you looked like." Father put his arm around me.

"I told you you are a copy of me, just look in the mirror and you will know my face. Though, I had a much shorter hair. Maka's idea?" I smiled weakly and nodded. "I am not going to die. As horrible as it may sound, the way I'm leaving is more of a suicide. That's how we function." I bit my lip. "I feel so selfish now that I want you to stay." He nodded at my confession. "I wish you to die at your own time, never go through what I went through- never have a Kid when you're supposed to be long dead."

A sudden thought passed through my mind. "Wait, does that mean we have a time to die too? Then Maka-" Death sighed again. "You asked me if Maka will live for as long as we do as a shinigami. That is, for a limitless amount of time, until she decides to kill herself... yes, but she will age normally, you will, too. The only problem is basically if you trust her enough to give her that freedom." My heart stopped. "How stupid, and we thought-" I jumped on my legs. "I must tell her!" I called as I ran out of the death room.

...

"Goodbye, Kiddo, and good luck." Lord death whispered before turning to ash.