Hello again :) here is the second chapter. Please let me know what you think about it and if I should continue. I do not own Soul Eater (if I did Maka and Kid would totally be a thing), only Phoenix and any other OCs that I decided to put in here. Please enjoy AND REVIEW!

Spirits eyes nearly bugged out of his head when the Shinigami after what he had said.

"Your… wife?" He whispered, still not fully grasping the concept of the death god ever being in a committed relationship, much less a marriage.

"Yes," Shinigami-Sama stated with certainty. "She died nearly 800 years ago, but I will explain that another time. Right now, getting her here is important. She is going to be very… cautious when you approach her so I want you to take Stein, just in case. Oh and take Maka with you. This could be a great learning experience for her." (I forgot that Soul was still bed ridden after his and Maka's fight Crona hehe ^/^).

"Yes, sir," Spirit said seriously, standing to his full height. "But wouldn't you prefer to have your son go instead? I mean it is his mother after all."

The tall figure's shoulders slumped and he looked to the ground. Beneath his skull mask you could hear his jaw clenching and his teeth gnashing against each other as he grinded them. As much as he wanted for his son to finally be reunited with his mother, he just couldn't do it. Not yet. The timing had to be precise. Otherwise his beloved would feel unbearable pain. Explaining the situation was the best course of action for his son.

"No…," he stated firmly. "I will explain the situation to him as soon as the four of you leave. Just for now gather everyone and head out. Send Kiddo in here as well."

Spirit nodded and turned to make his leave from the room. And once the death god could no longer feel the scythes soul he pulled off his mask and gloves and shed his long black cloak, revealing a tall and extremely handsome man. The death god's human form was that of an Adonis. He stood at an even six feet, his skin was pale (just like kids), and it was stretched over hard toned muscles, his hair was a pure shaggy ebony color that touched his shoulders. But his most standout-ish feature were his eyes. They were narrowed with intensity as he watched his wife walk aimelessly through the city, the deep violet irises[jg1] (in the anime I have noticed that Shinigamis mask eyes are not completely black but have purple swirls. So in my story he is gonna have purple eyes :3) flashing dangerously when he thought that she would be attacked by a man who had been following her for half a block. But she had easily subdued him with a swift roundhouse, leaving the man unconscious. That action brought a smile to his face.

Dropping his mask and clothes to the floor, he walked up to the mirror and pressed his large calloused hands to his wife's image and pressed his forehead to the cool glass.

"My love," he whispered to the image. "You are as beautiful as the day I met you."

Another soft smile formed on his mouth when a memory of their meeting entered his mind. She had just been reborn again into her life. She looked lost and confused, terrified almost. So to ease her troubled emotions, he had shed his cloak and skull mask and kneeled before the goddess, holding out his hand to her. And when she took it the shinigami did not expect her to full on kiss him. Her lips had been soft and he couldn't help but kiss her back.

"Father?" a voice broke through his mental flashback.

Turning to the voice he came face to face with his son. Kid stood at the bottom of the platform staring at him in complete awe. His jaw was slightly slack and his molten gold eyes, his mother's eyes, held bewilderment. But it was quickly replaced with complete seriousness.

"Uh… father, what is it you wanted to speak with me about?" Kid said, while clearing his throat.

The older shinigami's eyes hardened once again and, with a flick of his wrist, he summoned the white skull table, along with two chairs, a tea pot and two tea cups.

"Sit down, Kiddo," Shinigami-Sama said, his tone now deep, almost menacing. "We have a lot to discuss."

With an eyebrow arched, Kid obeyed his father but asked, "What is this all about, father?"

Shinigami-Sama plunked himself in his seat, crossing one leg over the other, perching his arm on the armrest and resting his chin in the palm of his hand. He and his son stared at each other in complete silence. His brows furrowed in thought, contemplating on how to start explaining the situation.

"Father…?" Kid's voice broke through his thoughts.

Looking directly into Kids golden orbs he decided to just drop the ball, "it's about your mother…"

Thoughts?