"...The beast, knowing how important Belle's father is to her, releases her so she can go out and save him-

"why would he do that mommy?" a little girl tugs at her mother's sleeve, looking up at her, her green eyes wide. "Doesn't he need her to turn back to a person?"

"yes, but the beast loves her." the women smiles sweetly at her daughter. "When you love someone you do what's best for them, even if you have to give up something in return. The beast's love makes him care for belle more then himself."

"Does belle love him back?" the little girl tightens her grip, her eyes looking up at her mother in concern. "What's going to happen? Will she come back?"

"Well lets see, even though I know you know what happens baby." she chuckles while she turns the page. "I know how much you like the ending but you must be patient maka."

"Being patient is hard." she pouts.

"Of course it is." her mother playful pokes her stomach which gets a squeal out of the young girl. "...now where were we?" she looks back down at the story, her eyes scanning the words. "Ah,...so belle leaves in a hurry to save her father, leaving the beast alone with his wilting flower...her father rejoices at seeing his beautiful daughter again and he asks her if the beast had hurt her. Belle then tells everyone of how kind the beast actually is and how nicely he treated her but a young man who had his eye on her didn't want to let this go. He gathered a mob of anger towns people-

"don't tell me they hurt the beast!" Maka cries her eyes wide. "He isn't a bad guy! Bad guys are suppose to get hurt!"

"Well the towns people think he is a bad guy because of the way he looks." she flips the page and smiles at her. "People are like that, they lose sight of what's really important in a person and just judge them on how they look."

"Well those peoples are jerks!" Little maka crosses her arms, the cutest pout on her face. "I don't want to hear about the mob...skip to the end."

"Ok baby." she chuckles a little at her daughter. "...Belle comes back and she finally realizes she loves him even if he is a beast. She kisses him and at that moment the beast changes into a handsome prince! She broke the witch's spell with her love, all the servants changed back to normal and shouted for joy. Belle and the beast lived happily ever after, their love never dying."

"I love this story!" maka cheers.

"I can tell, this is the 3rd time you have gotten me to read it to you today." she pokes her daughter on the nose lovingly.

"I can't help it!" maka giggles looking at her mother with sparkly eyes. "Belle reminds me of you!"

"How's that?"

'Your both beautiful, nice and strong!" Maka grabs on her arm, looking at her with pure admiration.

"If she's belle then I must be the beast! Roar!" a young spirit jumps out from behind the couch, making fake growling sounds as he jumps on his daughter, playfully tickling her tummy. Maka kicks out in laughter trying to get her father away but to no avail.

"Spirit don't torture are daughter." her mother giggles at the two.

"Yeah papa! You are a beast!" little maka says between laughs.

"Yes I am! A beast with the cutest baby girl in the world!" spirit finally calms down his tickling, little maka taking gasp of air to catch her breath though she is still giggling.

"I love you papa!" she squeals before jumping up and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I love you too sweety." he smiles as he holds his baby girl close.

"If your beast and your belle..." Maka lets go to look at her two parents. "...does that mean you love each other?"

"Of course." spirit leans over and gives his wife a soft kiss on the cheek.

"And we both love you." her mother smiles warmly at maka who is looking at them with sparkling eyes.

"So...will we live happily ever after together like belle and the beast?" maka looks at them excitedly.

"Yes nothing could ever come between us baby." her mother is then hugged roughly by her young daughter.

"Good...I never want us to be separated...or sad." Maka smiles at her parents. "I want it always to be like this!"

"And it will." spirit joins in on the hug nuzzling his daughter on the top of her head.

"We will always be together?" Maka grips both of her parents arms.

"Always." spirit and Kami smile at there daughter as she nuzzles into her parents, a warmth of love flowing through her tiny body, a warmth of sincerity.

"Good!"


Maka's eyes slowly open her cheeks wet with the tears that are still falling down her face. Why...why would she dream that?...that memory that she thought was long forgotten. Since she fell asleep she has had many dreams, most nightmares of her being trapped in a coffin or of her mother's tears but this...this was different...this hurt her the most. Maka stares up at the ceiling that is covered in crosses blankly silent tears still steaming down her face...that memory reminded her of what she lost...of how things use to be. It reminded her that there was a time that her family was happy, it reminded her that there was a time she didn't hate spirit...a time she actually loved him and he wasn't a cheating bastard...or maybe he still was and she was to young to understand. The memory is so ironic...the promise of always being together and being happy has long been broken...illness destroyed her happiness and Death has separated her from her mother. Happily ever after doesn't exist. Not in this world, only in fairy tales. Life is no fairy tale, her life definably isn't. Maka sniffles as she slowly sits up from the bed. She doesn't want to think about the memory anymore, it hurts to bad, to think of the happiness her family once had that is now no more. Maka holds her face in her hands and lets out a groan...she doesn't want to be here, she wants to be with her mother, she wants to be away from here.

"Finally your up!"

Maka jumps from the loud voice whipping her head in the direction of the agitated voice. The beautiful angle Liz stands by her bed side with her arms crossed, glaring at her and tapping her foot on the floor. "Do you know how boring you are when your asleep? I've had to stand her for god knows how long and watch you scream and cry. Do you know how much of a head ache I have right now? I mean seriously? And another thing, your dead! Why do you even need sleep? Or are you just that lazy?" Maka can just stare at her wide eyed not even sure how to react to this. She was not expecting her to be here at all, and it confused her. Shouldn't the reaper be here?... and I thought I locked the door.. Maka just watches her go off speechless by the angel's beauty and by how confused she is.

"Well? Can you not talk?" the angel huffs looking at her more agitated.

"Um...w-why didn't you just wake me up? And why are you even here?" Maka manages to say even though she stuttered a little.

"Believe me! If I could have I would have woken you up a long time ago but I was ordered not to." Liz sighs readjusting her golden crown that has gotten lopsided from her rambling. "Come on get up, I wasted enough time on you. We have things to do."

"W-we do?" Maka pushes the covers off of her and gets off the bed looking at the angel with her eye brow raised.

"Ugh! What happen to you? Your even more disgusting the then last time I saw you!" Liz's nose wrinkles as she takes a step back from maka looking down at her with disgust.

"What- She looks down and stops. She does look worse then before. The dirty dress is almost black now, some sploshes in it being blacker then other parts like some one pelted her with mud. The dress, if you could even call it that now, is ripped badly showing her translucent body. She is literally wearing rags and it's barely covering her. Maka looks up with her face red from embarrassment, the angel's look of disgust just makes her feel even more dirty, even more ashamed. It makes her feel like shit. "I...I don't know what happen I-

"Just stop." Liz puts a hand up and shakes her head. "Just...EW." she looks at her one last time in disgust before turning away and sighing. "Just come on...lets get this over with." Liz starts walking towards the red doors of the room.

"Where are we going?" Maka watches her rubbing her arm nervously, the dress is really making her self cautious.

"To do some work hurry up." Liz growls as she holds open the red door taping her foot.

"...but...where's the reaper?...he said we had work to do."

"That jerk is off doing who knows what." she huffs her tone becoming agitated again. "I don't know what he's thinking, assigning you to me for the day! He knows you disgust me but he does it any way! If I wasn't scared of him I wouldn't be doing this I'll tell you that right now!"

"He assigned you to me?...why?" maka raises an eye brow, her insults still sting a little but she's getting use to them.

"I don't know, he said he didn't want to see you, you must have made him mad or something but really me? A arch angel having to baby sit a mortal? Just...ugh this totally sucks!"

"Well that makes two of us, I'm glad. I don't want to see him either." Maka crosses her arms the anger for the reaper coming back at remembering how he had snatched her from her mother right when they were about to talk, about to communicate. She remembers his cold eyes and how he judged her. She's really glad he's not here.

"..." Liz pauses in her rambling to look at maka with an unreadable expression a moment before it turns back agitated. "Come on, were wasting time."

Ok." Maka takes a step forward just to freeze, a realization hitting her...didn't the reaper tell her to never leave this room with out him? Would he be all serious then just to change his mind? Don't the angels want to hurt her? And her only protection is the reaper but he's not here...what if this is a trap? She doesn't want to believe such a beautiful creature as Liz would deceive her even though she knows the angel doesn't like her but at the same time she cant rule out the possibility. What if she's lying and all the other angels are waiting for her to come out to hurt her? Why would the reaper assign a angel that doesn't like her anyway?...is he trying to get rid of her?

"Are you coming?" Liz growls impatiently.

"..." Maka closes her eyes. "You must never leave this room with out me" "that is not my problem...we have rules and this was your decision."

Fuck him, fuck him and his rules.

Maka opens her eyes a fire burning in them. "I'm coming." she walks over to Liz, her bangs covering her eyes. If the reaper wants to get rid of her, so be it. She doesn't want to be here with him any longer...but where else would she go?

Liz watches as maka walks past her out of the room before closing the door behind them. Maka looks around a little surprised...the large room with the plat form she was first introduced on is completely empty, no one but the two is in here. Well...maybe this isn't a trap... "where is everyone?" she follows after Liz, there reflections off the polished floors following them.

"Working or on break." Liz sighs. "I should be on break right now, but death loves to over work me."

"...is he like the boss or something?" Maka looks over at the angel.

"Pretty much...he's one of the oldest and strongest angels here and he's creepy as hell." Liz shutters. "God gave him authority over us all which makes him dangerous..."

"..." Maka looks down thinking about the reaper and his cold eyes.

"You must have guts." Maka looks at Liz surprised at the sudden comment. Liz scratches her cheek. "Your disgusting but...I've never know anyone who would willingly accept the fate that you have...I don't know if your really brave or just really stupid."

"...I had my reasons for it." Maka averts her gaze looking down at her reflection.

"Yes, I know your mother"Liz suddenly stops looking over at her with a blank expression as maka just looks at her wide eyed...how did she know? "Death told me." Liz states as if she just read her mind. "...that is something I can respect, family ties. I have a sister you know? And I would do anything for her so I understand where your coming from...but." she wrinkles her nose at the sight of her dress. "I know what happen at the funeral and what you saw but that is no reason to let hate and anger rot your soul, you have got to get it together girl, you have seen hell haven't you?"

"I can't help it!" Maka shouts not meaning to but she is tired of being judged. "Tell me, you said you have a sister right? Well what if someone hurt her? What if someone abandon her when she needed them? what if you saw your sister cry? Could you still sit there and say it's wrong to get angry?"

"..." this actually shuts the arch angel up, she looks at her wide eyed, her eyes slowly return to normal...a smirk forming on her face. "Huh...never thought of it that way...you are pretty gutsy girl, do you talk this way to death?"

"Sometimes." Maka looks up at her surprised at the change of attitude, she was expecting her to get really angry.

"Well I'd watch it with him because unlike me he can cast you and that tongue of yours into hell. He isn't a forgiving being and he won't pity you."

"...So your sister...is she here?" Maka changes the subject not wanting to talk about the reaper's power over her, or the boy in general

"oh no! I made sure she didn't get stuck in this dump." Liz's expression softens at speaking of her sister. "She has a job in heaven...I have a picture of her I think." she starts feeling around her dress, a pocket seemly appears out of no where on it that she brings out a small card, she holds it out to maka smiling proudly at her. Maka looks over and can't help but to gasp. The angel's sister looks nothing like her but she's just as beautiful, with bright short blonde hair and bubbly blue eyes. She can tell this girl is just full of energy and cheerfulness, almost a complete opposite of her sister who seems stressed and more serious . "...she's beautiful."

"Yes she is...I miss her so much." Liz pulls back the picture smiling at it sadly.

"Is she a arch angel like you?" Maka smiles enjoying the fact this conversation is nice.

"No but she's close. There is so much crap you have to do to become a arch angel it would take me forever to explain to you." Liz puts the picture back in the pocket and it disappears. She looks at maka a moment before smirking. "You know your not as gross as I first thought, but your still disgusting."

"Thanks...I guess?" Maka will take that as the closest thing she would get to a complement from the arch angel.

"Your welcome, now lets get you working. We have a lot to do sadly." Liz sighs before leading her over to a large green door she hasn't seen before.

"What are we doing?"

"The question is what are you doing." Liz opens the door, the sound of many people chatting comes through right after and a delightful smell that maka can't even describe. Maka walks in after her looking at the large room in awe. Angels sit at long tables, chatting amongst themselfs, all with a plate full of food that maka has never see before. The smells from this room is amazing and her mouth actually feels like it's watering. "Don't even think about it, food is for angels only." Liz grunts shutting the door behind them. At the sound of the doors closing all the angels look towards them, the talking ceased. They all glare at Maka, a deep tension immediately filling the room, making such a huge place to feel small from all the pressure. Some angels push there plates away in disgusts.

"Um Liz..." Maka looks at all the angry looking angels nervously.

"Here you go." she completely ignores the looks and hands maka a broom/ mop thing. "Clean the floors, I'll be back to get you later I have things to do." Liz starts to leave but maka grabs her wrist looking at her with panicked eyes.

"Are you crazy?! You can't just leave me with all these angels! They want to hurt me!"

"They do but they won't. They know you belong to death, they wouldn't dare hurt you. If any angel causes you to much trouble just show them death's symbol on your palm, that would scare them off." Liz takes her hand off her and walks out of the room leaving her with more then a hundred angry angels. "Have fun~"

"shit..." Maka slowly turns around gripping the broom close to her as she looks at all the angels. They start to whisper among themselves before all of them look at her, smirking. This can't end well. All of them, and she means all of them suddenly push there full plates of food onto the floor, the plates shattering and everything. Maka can just stare in disbelief, her mouth wide open...angels are ass holes. They all start to laugh at her as another round of food appears in front of them all but this time they eat it. Maka grips the broom tighter setting her jaw. She would not give them the satisfaction of her reaction. She looks ahead blankly as she starts to sweep the food and glass up. She walks straight pushing and dragging the food and stuff as she walks.

"That girl can't clean, she can't even clean herself!"

"EW do you see her dress? That's disgraceful."

"That girl must be a glutton, look at the size of her thighs."

"I just lost my appetite."

Maka keeps her face blank as she continues to sweep, after awhile once her broom has accumulated enough she brushes the trash into a garbage bag she found on the wall where the broom was. She would not let there words get to her. A angel sticks out her foot when she isn't looking and she trips over it but by using the broom for leveraged she doesn't fall, that doesn't stop the angels to bust out laughing like she did. Maka sends the grinning angel a glare before continuing her work. I mean why do I have to do this?...this isn't my job the reaper was talking about is it?

Maka stops when her eyes fall on a certain blonde angel who is sitting at a table alone reading a bible, his plate empty. She looks under his table...no food...so he didn't dump his on the floor? She studies the arch angel for a moment, maka noting his glossy eyes...he looks so lonely. "Hey Justin sir." she stops at his table and smiles at him who is still reading the bible. "Do you want me to get that plate for you?"

"You remembered my name?" he closes the book and looks up at her blankly, his huge blue eyes almost having her hypnotized.

"I-

"don't ever say my name again, hearing my name come out of your lips made me puke in my mouth" he looks away from her. "Begone, I can clean after my self"...ow?

"Ok..." Just ow? She looks down and continues to clean, that kinda hurt...I was just trying to be friendly. The angles continue to talk about her as she cleans the large mess that they had made. Maka groans...this isn't going to be fun, not at all.


"Finally!" Maka collapses when she gets the last of the food in a overly stuffed garbage bag. She lays on the floor she just cleaned so happy it's finally over. It took forever to clean and at the same time she had to deal with the angel's jeers and them trying to trip her a long the way. How can such beautiful creatures be so mean? There looking at her now as she pants in exhaustion but she doesn't care. She's finally done and there finally leaving. Lunch break or what ever must be over for every one is starting to get up with there empty plates. Good. She's sick of those ass holes with wings.

"Last one. What's wrong? Let me guess you can't deal with it?" she hears an angel chuckle.

" U-Um I ..."

Maka lifts her head up realizing this jeer isn't being directed towards her. Her eyes widen. She can't see who but someone is holding a huge stack of dirty plates, who ever it is must holding all the plates from the angel's it's so high! The stack is so high that it blocks the person's face and most of the body. This person must have amazing balance skills to be holding so many plates with out them tumbling but as she studies more closely she sees the plates are shaking a little. A male angle is grinning at the poor soul carrying the heavy load.

"Good luck!" the angel then pushes the person with the plates lightly before leaving cracking up but just because it was no more then a tap doesn't mean it wasn't lethal. The large stack of plates start to wobble as the person tries to regain balance. Maka quickly acts and runs up, grabbing a hold of the stack of plates and the person trying to steady them both. She wouldn't let his poor soul fall, how bad would it be if all of these plates fell? She did not want to have to clean the floors again.

After a little stumbling from them both, the plates finally steady, both letting out a sigh of relief.

"T-Thank you so much..." a soft voice comes from behind the other side of the plates, maka barely hearing the quiet words.

"No problem, here I'll help you put them away. Really what are they thinking making one person carry all of these?! And that angel was a real jerk!" Maka huffs thinking about how the guy had pushed this person as she follows the steps forward as the person goes back wards, both being careful not to stumble.

"I-It's ok, I'm use to it." the soft voice mumbles as they continue to walk together, continue to help each other. They walk into another room that has no door, the stack of plates are almost touching the ceiling now.

"You shouldn't be use to it! Your doing them a service by cleaning all there dirty plates and there going to push you around? That's straight up ignorant."

"I-It's my fault I'm here..." they both lift up and place the large stack of plates on a golden counter, the plates shake a little but they don't fall. Maka sighs of relief how they were able to carry all these with out them falling is beyond her.

"I-I don't know how to repay you." the person is finally visible but as his eyes fall on her, they widen looking at her with surprise. This angel isn't like the others. This angel has short choppy, uneven pink hair with huge dark eyes that droop. They hold a sadness in them that turns her stomach, they look as if they are silently begging for something, something he doesn't have but desperately wants. This angel wears a white robe but it looks worn out unlike how all the other angels wear perfect robes and dresses. Since this angel is wearing a robe she guesses he's a boy...but at the same time the angel's body is very curvy for one, the baggy robe not being able to hide it. He looks so fail...so tiny. Dark bags are under his eyes and maka can't help to wonder why they are there. "Y-You're the m-mortal..." his eyes start to shift right to left nervously as he grips his arm tightly. Maka frowns and grips her fist waiting for him to insult her or to look at her in disgust. "You...h-helped me... and..." his dark eyes finally fall on her, his cheeks tinted the faintest pink. "Y-Your not g-gross..." he mumbles studying her.

"W-What?" Maka's eyes get wide surprised at those words. At seeing her face his gaze scats away again, his face becoming darker.

"I-I mean!" he squeaks, the grip on his arm tightens. " I-I didn't know...the o-other angels said you w-were horrible and g-gross...but y-you helped me and you..." he shifts his feet obviously uncomfortable as he looks at her every couple of seconds. "...look nice.."

"...that is the nicest thing anyone has said to me since I've been here." she smiles brightly at the boy, a hope filling her heart. "It's nice to finally meet an angel who isn't an asshole."

The boy chuckles slightly but he then looks down and frowns. "I-I'm not really an angel...not yet anyway."

"What do you mean?" maka frowns at how the boy's face falls, she feels like she's met a kindred spirit.

"..." the boy looks at her every couple of seconds before he shuts his eyes tightly and turns to the side...he has wings...but there tiny, the smallest ones she's seen. They flap a little every couple of seconds eve though it's obvious the boy can not fly with the size of them being that of a small bird's wings. Instead of having pure white feathers he has dull grey ones...the boy trembles badly at her gaze, the grip on his arm tightening. "...I-It's pathetic isn't it?...g-go ahead and laugh..." his eyes are closed so tightly.

"Are you joking? I wouldn't laugh at you...I mean look at me." Maka gestures to her dress when the boy opens his eyes looking at her with wide eyes. "Besides..." she smiles at him. "I like your wings...there different yes, but that doesn't make them any less beautiful."

"Y-You..." he just stares at her, his mouth slightly open. "You...think my wings are...b-b-beautiful?" his cheeks get red and he looks down at the floor fidgeting. "N-No one has ever called t-them anything nice before..."

"Well there all jerks." she crosses her arms. "You have wings, so why do you say your not an angel?"

"I-I have wings but...I-I haven't proven my self to be an angel." the pink-haired boy tightens the grip on his arm, his grey wings seem to be flapping a little more.

"Prove your self?" maka raises an eye brow. "I thought angels are already angels."

"No you have to prove yourself to m-move up a rank and to earn bigger w-wings..." his gaze shifts back and forth. "I-I've tried to p-prove myself but I always mess up...I-I get to nervous a-and I freeze up." he looks down shamefully. "I-I'm the only angel who hasn't earned the tittle of being an angel...so I-I'm stuck here to clean dishes because I'm not allowed to do any other job..."

"That's horrible." Maka frowns looking at the very large stack of plates on the counter.

"I-It's ok..." he looks up at the plates blankly "I-It's my own fault...I can't do anything right." his voice turns even softer. "Sometimes it's hard to believe I will ever get my wings...that I'll be more then this...s-sometimes I think It would be best if I just disappeared..."

"Your wrong." Maka looks at him sternly as she grabs the boy by the shoulders, his eyes wide. "Don't you say something like that! You may have small wings but you are the purest angel I have seen! You are more of an angel to me then all of them, the size of there wings mean nothing to me, it's the size of the heart that matters and you have that!" the boy's eyes just keep getting wider, his breath catching. "You will get your wings!" Maka's grip tightens on his shoulders.

"H-How?.." he averts his gaze from her but his face is a dark red. "...I'll just mess up again."

"No, I believe you can do it!" maka smiles at him. "And I'm going to help you."

"Y-you would do that for me?" his eyes slightly shake, his breath becoming uneven. "W-why are you being so nice to me?...I don't know how to deal with such kindness." he trembles a little his bangs covering his eyes.

"You're the first person who didn't judge me...I know this dress is horrible but you didn't even look at me in disgust when you saw it..." Maka lets go of him and averts her gaze. "And...I don't know... I was kinda hoping to be friends." she smiles sheepishly at him, her cheeks tinted a little in embarrassment. It sounds totally lame but it would be nice to have someone who she could talk to here, someone to help ease the hurt in her heart.

"Y-You want to b-be f-f-friends with me?" his eyes are the size of dinner plates.

"Of course." she holds out her hand towards the boy and smiles. "My name is maka, what's you name?"

"C-Crona." his dark eyes shine as he reaches out his hand and lightly touches hers. "I-I've never had a friend before..." his cheeks tint and he smiles his eyes lighting up as he looks at the hand he is touching. "W-what does it mean?"

"It means I like you and I'm going to help you out because that's what friends do." maka smiles at him, a real smile. She likes being there for this angel and the way he reacts to everything she says is adorable.

"Y-You..." his eyes suddenly get watery and he turns his back to her. The boy sniffling every couple of seconds as he rubs his eyes. "I-I'm sorry...your so nice...to me...N-No one has ever liked me before...N-No one has liked my wings before and now I'm- he sniffles, his face a dark red.

"It's ok." Maka walks closer to him and smiles. "It's ok to cry no need to be ashamed...I cry too."

"Y-you do?" he looks at her with tears falling down his cheeks. "W-why?...a-are you sad?"

"..." Looking at how crona is looking at her with those eyes of innocence she can't bring herself to explain her fucked up life to him. She smiles reassuringly. "No...now lets get you those wings."

"I-I have to clean the dishes." he wipes his cheeks, the tears stopping as he looks at the large pile of dishes a frown on his face.

"I'll help you." she takes a step forward.

"N-No." he lightly touches her shoulder to stop her. "I-I can do this." Crona closes his eyes as a grey out lines his body. The dishes suddenly float in the air by them selves, the water starts running in the sinks and all the dishes fly over washing them selves. Maka watches in awe as the dishes wash them selves and put them selves away in golden cabinets. Crona's eyes stay closed till the last one is washed and put away. His eyes open and the grey out lining of his body disappears.

"That...was amazing!" Maka looks at him wide eyed.

"T-Thanks." crona blushes darkly at how she is looking at him but he's smiling.

"You just have to show them that and you'll get your wings right?" Maka looks at him excitedly.

"N-No...t-to get your wings you have t-to either s-send a mortal on or do some act of courage." Crona tightens the grip on his arm. "All angels can do what I just did..."

"Send a mortal on?"

"Y-yes the chambers..." he shifts his gaze. "B-but I'm not allowed in there...I n-need permission from a arch a-angel...most turn me down now."

"Hey mortal where are you? We still have more work to do!" she hears Liz yell for her and maka can't help but to smirk.

"An arch angel huh?" she grabs crona's hand and pull the boy a long with her out of the room. "I think I know how to get you in!"

"M-Maka..." he blushes darkly as he allows himself to be pulled by her.

"Oh great." Liz sighs once she sees maka and the fail boy. "I know I'm not going to like this..."

"Liz, crona has something to ask you." she looks back at the trembling boy and smiles.

"I-I don't know..." Crona whispers shaking.

"You can do it." she whispers back.

"..." the boy stares at her a moment his eyes shaking before they stop and his body becomes still. He takes a step forward but his gaze is still on the ground, he gets on his knees and bows his head to Liz. "Blessed a-arch angel Liz...I want to ask for permission to enter the c-chambers so that I may be able to prove myself..." the poor boy shakes.

"Permission denied." Liz grunts. "That would just be a waste of my time."

"O-Ok... I understand." crona's shoulders slump more.

"No it's not ok." maka growls and takes a step forward. "Liz grant his permission!"

"M-Maka...d-don't..." he looks up at her with wide eyes.

"Why should I? So he can just fail again? I don't think so." she crosses her arms.

"Crona will do it his time." Maka looks over at the boy who is looking at her his pupils small from shock. "I Believe in him." she looks back at Liz determinably. "It's not fair, your not even giving him a chance!"

"He's had plenty of chances." she rolls her eyes.

"Give him another." Maka takes a step forward. "He will prove himself this time, I'm sure of it."

"..." Liz stares down at the pink haired boy a moment blankly, her blue-eyes judging him. Crona tenses but he forces his back to be straight, his gaze shifts. "Damn it." she puts a hand on her forehead and sighs. "...ok, fine but this is your last chance crona."

"T-Thank you s-so much! I'll do my best!" crona steps up quickly from excitement his eyes sparkling.

"Yeah, yeah whatever." Liz grumbles as she walks out of the room. "How did I get stuck with babysitting two annoying kids?...I'm getting to soft..."

"Lets go and get those wings crona." maka smiles and grabs his hand pulling him a long out of the room.

"Y-You...stood up for me..." he looks down at there joined hands and blushes.

"Of course that's what friends do."

"Friends..." Crona mumbles and smiles to himself. "I-I think I like it."

"Hurry up, I don't have all day." Liz grumbles matching ahead of the two. At this both speed up their walking to keep up with the arch angel. " I mean really, I'm getting way to nice." she leads them across the large room, towards the large black doors in a hurry mumbling things to her self.

"Really thanks for this Liz." maka smiles at the arch angel who answers her with a huff.

"Whatever." she points at the large black doors and they open up, slowly showing all the angels flying around still pushing different soul's into different doors. Maka tries not to look at what there doing, she doesn't want to see this. She tightens her grip on crona's hand at hearing all the different screams from people like her, who just didn't make the cut to heaven.

"A-are you ok m-maka?" he looks over at her with concerned eyes as he notices she's shaking.

"Yeah..." she takes a deep breath trying to calm herself down as she sees another angel shove a struggling soul into a door to a chamber.

"This is the bad part of this place." Liz looks back at her, the irritation in her eyes changing to something else as she looks at maka. "...your about to see the good in this place."

"Good? In something like this?" she glares at the angel.

"Just come on." Liz turns and leads them over to one of the chamber doors, a angel who is guarding the door sees the crown on her head and quickly moves out of the way. She points at the white door and it opens by it's self, she walks through. As maka and crona past the angel he smirks at the boy.

"Your trying again? This should be good. Can't wait to see your disappointed tears humming bird" he jeers.

Maka sends him a glare as they past and she looks at crona, who is looking down now with a frown on his face. "Don't listen to that jerk, he's going to eat his words when he sees you with your new wings." Crona looks at her and nods slightly as they past many cells. The cells look like normal ones you would find in jail, many different souls start to lean out reaching for maka, the bars are the only thing stopping them, they cry out in sorrow as they desperately reach for her.

"Keep walking and don't stop." Liz walks ahead her eyes looking straight ahead. "Don't look at them."

"Save us!

"I want to go home!"

"Please help!"

All the tortured souls call for her and all maka can do is bow her head and listen to there cries for help...this is horrible...what can be good in something like this?...maka keeps her eyes to the floor not wanting to look at them reaching for her, not wanting to see the faces of the tortured.

"Here we are." Liz stops suddenly in front of a cell. Maka looks over and her breath catches. A teenage boy and a little girl soul are the only ones in this cell...the boy looks so tired and worn out and the girl looks just as bad, her eyes hard like that of an adult not a young child. "Good news mortal's it's your time to go to heaven, your sins have been cleansed." at these words the two souls come back to life, there eyes sparkling in new hope and they both grip on the bars of there cells in anticipation. "This is the good of this place.." Liz points at the cell and the bars disappear. Maka watches as the boy and girl step forward nothing but over whelming happiness is shown in there expression. "Who would like to be first?" the boy lightly pushes the small girl forward and Liz smiles. "Come child." the little girl walks up, looking at her with watery eyes. "Your sins have been cleansed, it's time to go home." Liz puts a hand on the girls head and closes her eyes, the little girl lights up in brilliant light. Maka covers her eyes from the brightness but when she looks back the girl is gone. "May you rest in peace." Liz opens her eyes and looks over at crona who is trembling now. "It's your turn."

"O-O-Ok." he looks at the teenage boy as he walks up to him his eyes hopeful. His hand shakes as he slowly reaches out towards the boy but he stops, his eyes trembling.

"You can do it crona,." maka smiles reassuringly at him, causing him to look at her with wide eyes.

"Y-You really think I can?"

"I know you can." she gives him a thumbs up.

"...ok.." crona looks back his eyes set as his hand starts to light up as it gets closer to the young boy. "Your sins have been c-cleansed...it's time to go home." he places his hand on the boys head closing his eyes. The boys body lights up and maka's heart leaps for joy. He's doing it! He's-

"arch angel Liz!" a angel shouts loudly running towards them causing crona to open his eyes, his concentration being destroyed. The light disappears but the boy is still there looking at him confused. Crona's shoulders slump, his bangs covering his eyes.

"What is it? You just messed up that boy's chance." Liz growls looking at the angel dangerously.

"I'm sorry but there has been a breach!" he pants his eyes panicked.

"What?!" Liz's eyes get wide before she suddenly runs towards the entrance leaving them in her dust.

"A breach?" Maka looks around confused at how panicked the two angel's are.

"Were being attacked by a demon!" crona looks at her wide eyed. "It mean's he's gotten through the glass!"

"You two please go up stairs and close the second layer of glass over the ceiling, we can't let the demon get through to earth!" he looks at the teenage boy and puts his hand over him. "I'll handle the boy, go now. The other angels will need all the help they can get."

"C-Come on maka." he looks at her panicked as he starts to pull her out of the chambers, the souls still reaching out for her but she ignores them as she looks at a very tense crona. "W-we need to hurry or the demon may get through."

"We can't let that happen!" Maka remembers what the reaper told her what happens if a demon makes it to earth...

People will die.

She can't let that happen. She allows crona to pull her this time, her body tense as his as a alarm goes off, red flashing every where.

"Danger, danger breach, breach!" the alarm rings loudly

Crona leads her over to an elevator in the room, he quickly types something in, the doors to it opening up.

"Are you ready m-maka?" he looks over at her as they step in.

"Danger, danger!"

"Yeah." she looks over at him determinably.

She's going to have to be.

Soooo cliff hanger...tell me what you guys think:) I'm sorry I had to have crona in this story but this is kid x maka unless I get enough request for a pairing change. Until next time:) this wasn't as sad, gave maka a break.