ChiChi-O- XD Death is kinda cute in that last chapter, huh? Thank you for gushing, too, lol

Guest- And here's another chapter ^^

GigiandMad- You're welcome and thank you for reviewing!

8888Dearie8888- Lol Yes, you may have more :3

Imaginefun- I know! I wish they'd just show his face already .

I'm on a roll tonight; two updates in one day! I'll probably update sometime tomorrow, too, but if I don't please don't be mad at me ^^"

Also, my physical description of Death is in no way how he may look like to the creators of Soul Eater. If they happen to reveal his face, I'll update this accordingly. Now onto the story!

"You agreed to it; you can't go back on it now!"

"Stop trying to yank it off my face! Don't make me chop your head!"

"I'd stop trying to grab it off if you would just bloody get on with it already! Stop being such a baby!"

Death kept one hand firmly over his mask while the other kept the now twenty-six year old woman at bay. She was straining on the tips of her toes, attempting to reach for his precious mask. Her fingers brushed his maxilla and he grumbled with annoyance.

"That's it- Reaper Chop!" He brought his hand crashing own on her skull, hard enough to make her flinch away.

"Ow! That really hurt!" Ophelia whined, massaging her throbbing skull while glaring at him.

"Be patient!" He removed his other hand from his mask and poked his fingers together. "I haven't seen my face in so long, I guess I'm a little...nervous."

She looked at him, considering his words. She smiled encouragingly. "I promise I won't go running out the door screaming. You can't be that bad looking...I think."

He withheld a sigh. She still didn't know what she was asking of him and he didn't have the heart to tell her.

As though sensing his reluctance, she put her hand on his arm and reminded him, "Hey, you promised we would spend the day together, but you wouldn't wear your mask."

"I know. I suppose I can't tarry any longer." He took a deep breath and reached for his mask. Ophelia watched with bated breath as he removed the mask. Her eyes widened.

His porcelain white skin appeared translucent, a stark contrast to his black robes. His eyes were shut tightly as though he didn't want to see her reaction. He had inky black hair with two peculiar white lines that circled his head all the way around. The only flaw she could see was a faded scar. It started at the bridge of his nose, tapering off at the edge of his jaw on his right cheek.

Ophelia frowned when she noticed his eyes were still shut. "Death, open your eyes."

With obvious hesitation, he opened his eyes, revealing he had heterochromia. The right eye was a brilliant shade of red, no pupil, and the left was smoldering gold. Her hand flew to her mouth. He backed away from her, looking almost timid.

"I-I'm sorry." He apologized, cursing his stutter. He reached for his mask.

"NO!" She startled both of them by her loud outburst. His hand froze and he looked at her with wide eyes. She blushed and said softer, "I like your face. Don't hide it."

Death was confused. Why was she not going mad? He thought seeing his face would have made her fall into madness immediately rather than gradually. He must have been staring at her with a peculiar expression because she turned her back, looking sheepish.

"Um, what's with the white lines?"

He furrowed his brow. He had white lines? "White lines...Oh, you must mean the Lines of Sanzu? I'm not entirely certain why they are there, only that they are a physical characteristic adherent solely to Shinigami."

Death then added rather shyly, "I don't suppose you have a mirror in which I can look at myself?"

Shakily, Ophelia nodded and disappeared into a room adjacent to the kitchen. While she was gone, he decided to remove his robes, wearing a suit beneath it. He recalled her telling him she wanted to see him completely out of his typical garb. He fiddled with the tie nervously when he heard her return to the sitting room. She looked surprised when she saw his different outfit, but grinned and handed him a portable mirror. He gaped at his reflection, poking his cheek. It was rough with stubble.

"Do Shinigami always have only two Lines of Sanzu?" She queried, sitting across from him.

He shook his head, setting the mirror atop his robes. "No, we typically have three. The reason why I have two is because I have a sibling. She initially three Lines, but when I was born, two faded and appeared on me."

Ophelia nodded, looking truly interested. "Do the Lines have anything to do with power?"

"Yes. Though she was older, I became the successor to our Honorable Father, Shi. I am more powerful than she." He grabbed the cup of tea he had forgotten about and took a sip. It was still warm.

"Why don't you walk around like that?"

Death looked at his human hands and clenched them. "Humans go mad when they lay eyes on the face of a Shinigami. The fact you have not gone mad is remarkable. Besides, Shinigami are supposed to be scary; we don't look to intimidating like this."

"There's one thing I don't understand, though; why are you so tall?" He smiled at this.

"I just told you you may go mad from looking at my face and all you can focus on is how tall I am?" She scowled and he chuckled, choosing to answer her. "Genetics, I suppose. Most Shinigami are tall."

She crossed her arms across her chest. "While I'm not exactly looking to go mad or anything, but I wouldn't mind it so much if it was because I got to see your face. You're quite handsome, you know."

Death sputtered, visibly discomfited. "Handsome? I wouldn't go that far."

She giggled. "No, really. I bet all the ladies would be over you."

"Shinigami only show their face to someone they hold precious."

Ophelia immediately turned serious. "If I had known then I wouldn't have-"

"Ophelia, you are a precious person to me. If I did not think so, I would have refused the moment you made the request." He replied seriously.

She looked surprised by his words before she smiled happily. "You're special to me, too, Death."

He returned the smile, revealing pearly white teeth, his eyes crinkling. He then cleared his throat and reached for his robe, rummaging through it.

"Since it is not polite to attend a birthday party without a gift, I got you something alongside with revealing my face to you." He muttered, pulling out a black box.

He handed it to her and watched her open it, her face alighting. She pulled out the choker. The ribbon was black satin and in the center of the ribbon was an ivory version of Death's skull mask. She tied it around her neck, beaming, and got up. He watched in bewilderment as she bent down and hugged him around his neck.

"Thank you, I love it!" She kissed his cheek as she pulled back.

Death scratched his head, smiling awkwardly. "I'm glad you like it. I asked the Jeweler to make it after I gave him the materials. I thought about getting you Camilla Japonica but decided that would be what you would expect."

"'Unpretending excellence.' That's a great choice; you have my stamp of approval." She grinned.

He returned his grin and she got up. "I made a cake, would you like some?"

She had never seen him eat and he figured she was milking this experience for all it was worth. He decided to humor her. "Yes, cake would be nice."

Ophelia went into the kitchen, returning a couple minutes later with two pieces of lemon cake. He took his plate from her and cut a piece. He noticed she wasn't digging into her own piece. Instead, she was staring at him rather intently. Death forked the piece he had cut off and purposefully stuck it in his mouth, chewing slowly. He had never had lemon cake before and found he rather liked it. It wasn't sour like he had been expecting, but instead, was rather sweet, the vanilla icing going well with it. He looked up and saw she was gaping at him.

"What? Do I have some on my face?" He subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth.

"N-no. I just didn't think-"

"Did you expect me to burst into flame? I can eat, but I don't need to in order to sustain myself." He took another bite.

She sighed. "I guess I have a lot to learn about Shinigami. It's a shame I don't have much time. I'm already middle aged."

Death cursed silently when he bit his tongue, his mouth flooding with the metallic taste of his own blood. He had a strong, sinking feeling she was going to live a lot longer if what Eibon had told him was correct.

"Death? Are you alright?" She was looking at him worriedly now.

He almost told her right then his fears. That she wouldn't grow old. That she would watch those she cared about die while she remained the same. He reminded himself she didn't seem to have anyone. So, he lied.

"No. Everything's fine."