A/N: Originally a tumblr prompt drabble, this song fits. Past Lives is Kesha's-Soul Eater Ohkubo's- but this story is entirely my brain child.

There's just somethin' 'bout you I know,
Started centuries ago though,
You see your kiss is like a lost ghost,
Only I would know.

"Are you sure about this, Mara? It's supposed to be haunted," the little boy said, clearly nervous, as his companion slipped through a gap in the wrought iron fence.

She whirled on him, fists clenched, ash blond pigtails whipping around her fierce green eyes. "Of course I'm sure! My Daddy told me those are just silly stories! Besides, you do wanna play Weapon and Meister, right?"

"Right," he said quietly, cautiously, brushing white blond strands away to reveal his own mahogany eyes. They were filled with doubt as he squeezed the rest of the way through the fence to stand just inside the grounds.

"Oh come on, Sam! Remember when that Spirit guy and his Meister visited our class and told us about the DWMA 'cause Jenny was a Weapon and she was gonna go there? It'll be fun. It'll be… cool! Weapons and Meisters, they fight monsters, they fight Kishin! They're awesome! This is no big deal. How many stupid stories do they tell at school you know aren't real? Like the nurse being Witch in disguise or the Mr. Barrett being a zombie? People will believe anything."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Sam kicked the dirt, sullen. "Alright, let's go see what's here. I mean, you're right, it'll be cool."

"Yep! And we can play without getting in trouble, 'cause no one ever comes here."

"Probably a reason for that," he grumbled back, but the girl ignored him as she skipped ahead towards the large, dilapidated house that had long inhabited the far side of their small town. He followed after without further protest, and as she made it to the front door she, whirled around again, excited.

"It's unlocked! Alright, so I'm the Meister, and you're my Weapon, and we're gonna look for the Kishin hiding in this house, okay?"

"Cool. Can I be a Scythe like that Spirit guy?" His grin was contagious and she grinned back.

"Yeah! You can be my Deathscythe and that makes me a Scythemeister! Alright, let's go defeat the Kishin, Sam!" She tugged on his hand and pulled him through the door and into the house, which was dark and dusty and empty. "When I pull your hand, you have to run around me like I'm swinging you, okay?"

He made a face at her, but nodded. "Uh huh. Look out, Mara! Kishin!" He yelled suddenly, emphatically. She screeched and spun about, wide eyed, to see nothing but a beam of faint sunlight through a boarded window and yet more dust.

"Sam, you jerk!" she yelled and punched his arm.

"Ow, ow, hey! You're the one that said we shouldn't be scared, stupid bookworm. Plus, you shoulda seen your face." She punched his arm again. "Ow, okay, okay!" He backed up, holding his arms out in surrender. "We gonna play or what? If I don't get home by dinner, my Mom is gonna flip. She's having another stupid dinner party and wants me to play." He rolled his eyes.

"Alright, let's go, then. We'll find the Kishin upstairs and get it!" She grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the stairs. "You should feel lucky your Mom cares, though. All my Mommy and Daddy do is fight anymore. They don't even notice when I come in late." She made a face and he looked contrite for once as she took the first step.

"You know," he said quietly, and it made her pause on the step to look back at him. "Ever since that Scythe guy and his Meister visited class, I've wished I really was a Weapon like Jenny so I could go to the DWMA. You know, get away from my Mom and Dad-and, I don't know-do something important."

"Yeah, me too," she said just as softly. "I wish-I wish I really was a Meister, and you really were my Weapon, and we could fight monsters together. That would be-wait, did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" he looked at her skeptically.

"There was a-"

"Aw, come off it, Mara! Just 'cause I-"

And then there was a crash.

The roof collapsed to the left of them and they scrambled back to avoid debris. Blinking through the dust and faint light, the shadow of a large, vicious once-human filled their field of vision.

The two children screamed and screamed and, hand in hand, they tried to run because they really weren't a Weapon or a Meister, but what stood before them, snarling, really was a Kishin.

They never stood a chance.

Their parents never stopped looking for them when they went missing, and no bodies were found, no funerals had.

Fourteen years later, Scythemeister Maka Albarn and her Demonscythe Soul Eater would come to town, just twelve years old, just four years older than the two children who had disappeared so long ago. After years of such disappearances, the DWMA had deduced that there was a kishin somewhere in town. Upon their arrival, both Weapon and Meister were immediately drawn to the old mansion, almost as if they knew the place, and there they found the monster who had killed countless children, Mara and Sam included. There they sliced that monster in two.

They informed the authorities what had been going on, and police unearthed countless skeletons, among them Mara and Sam.

They were buried on a Sunday, their parents finally finding closure.

Maka and Soul spent that same day celebrating the defeat of their first Kishin soul.