Author's Notes:

I don't own Soul eater or any of its character's, no copyright is intended.

Italics - Means the person is thinking.

This story is an AU (Alternate Universe) so things that happened in the Anime/Manga have no relation to this story, and this story will be completely different from both the Anime and the Manga just so you know.

Please enjoy, :D

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Writer's P.O.V:

It was late in the night as the grinning moon of Death City was high in the star speckled sky, heavy rain poured down upon the empty streets, thunder roared loudly above, and due to the raging storm all the inhabitants of the City were cooped up in their warm houses, however amongst the very few cars driving on the road, a young man with long fiery-red hair was running quickly through the streets hooping to reach his destination soon.

The man was soaked from head to toe, as his heavy clothing was beginning to fall from his body, however the man did not seem to care as he seemed to have something much more worrying on his mind at the moment.

'What do I do? I can't go to Stein's, she wouldn't be safe there, and everyone else lives out of the City. Just where am I meant to go?' the man wondered as he desperately ran through the streets, trying to find someplace to go. But as he looked around, all the blurred buildings looked exactly the same, and none of them seemed familiar in the slightest. Running past each one in a flash, hoping to soon find one that he would recognize.

Suddenly a bright strike of lighting startled the man, as he skidded to a halt and looked up at the could-filled sky. A second later the sky lit up again with another bright lighting strike, causing the man's eyes to widen as an old looking mansion was illuminated by the bright light.

"Death," the man whispered as he recognized the large building almost instantly, gazing up at it in great awe.

A small form wrapped up in a pink blanket was shivering, and making slight whimpering sounds, as it was held tightly in the red-haired man's arms. The man looked down at the small shivering form in his arms, as he was trying his best to shelter it from the pouring rain. The thin pink blanket hung loosely around the small form, causing it to shiver even more, while it slept in the man's arms.

The man smiled to the small form as he gently stroked its short, blonde hair, and lay a small kiss on its forehead, "I'm sorry baby girl, I can't take care of you anymore, but don't worry, you'll be safe here, okay?"

The man opened the large rusty gates of the mansion, and quickly walked through the front garden, and upto the front steps, quickly making his way up them, and came to a stop as he now stood at the big front double doors of the mansion.

The man looked to the double doors for a moment, before he took a deep breath, and only hoped that someone would be home as he knocked on the door loudly, and then waited for a response.

Within a minute or two the man sighed in relief as the sound of the double doors being unlocked from the inside was music to his ears, and a second later the doors opened to reveal a slightly older looking man with jet black hair, which had three white lines going all the way around it.

The man's shinning deep green eyes widened as he was obviously very surprised to see the younger man standing at his door at this time of night.

"Death, thank goodness," the red-haired man sighed in great relief again.

"Spirit? What are you doing here at this time of night?" the man referred to as, 'Death' asked, "You're soaked, come inside,"

Death quickly dragged Spirit inside his home as a worried look was on his face, he closed the door behind him as to not let any of the heat from inside the mansion get out.

"Thank you, but I can't stay long," Spirit stated as he looked to Death gratefully, but soon turned away from him.

"What happened?" Death asked as he now seemed awfully worried for his friend.

"I-I don't know, I-I thought…I thought I could do it on my own, but I….but I just can't," Spirit stuttered as he spoke in almost a whisper, while he tightened his hold on the (no-longer shivering or whimpering) sleeping form in his arms, "She just looks too much like her, Death,"

Death looked to the sleeping form in Spirit's arms, his green eyes widening, as he only now seemed to notice the little one sleeping in the red-haired man's arms, "Why did you bring her here?"

"Please take her!" Spirit cried in reply.

"WHAT? I can't," Death denied immediately.

"Please, I've got no other choice here. Be the Dad that she rightly deserves, I owe that much to her and her Mother," Spirit pleaded on with begging eyes, as he handed the sleeping form to Death.

Death looked at the sleeping form that was now in his arms for a moment, before he took a deep breath and looked back to his friend, "Listen Spirit, I know the divorce hasn't been all that easy on you, and I know you've been struggling since Kami left the City, but you just can't leave little Maka alone like this,"

"I know, that's why I'm asking you to take her in, let her be your daughter," Spirit explained as he pushed on and on, hoping to persuade his friend.

"I can't, I have-

"I know you have Kid, but please, just give her a home she can be happy in, please," Spirit cut his friend off, as he looked back to the sleeping form in Death's arms, and stroked her short hair again, "She deserves better than me,"

"I don't know Spirit, where are you going to go?" Death asked, still not agreeing with this for a second.

"That doesn't matter right now, all that matters is keeping her safe, please Death you're her only hope of having a good and meaningful life," Spirit went on as he let his hand drop back down to his side, as he looked to his friend again.

"But giving away your own daughter?" Death questioned.

"Please, there nothing for her, with me as her Dad," Spirit replied, still with that pleading look in his eyes.

Death sighed as he looked back down to the sleeping form in his arms, she stirred a little before slightly sighing, and coughing in her sleep a little.

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Maka's P.O.V:

I felt a strong strain on my eyes as I slowly opened them, blinking a few times as I got used to the brightly lit room that I had just woken up in.

I sat up and rubbed my tired eyes, before yawning and looking around the room, at that moment I realized that I wasn't in my own bed, and I wasn't in my own room, instead I was in some old looking cot, in a small bedroom that didn't have anything in it, beside the cot I was sitting in, and a few old looking baby things.

"Papa?" I called out to the empty room, hoping my Papa would come and explain to me what's going on, but I didn't get an answer, "Papa!" I called out louder, but again there was no answer.

"PAPA! PAPA! PAPA!" I was now starting to get worried as I screamed for my Papa, wishing for him to come running through the door, but he didn't, I felt like crying as tears started to well up in my eyes, "Papa," I whispered out as I sobbed slightly.

"Hey!" I froze as I heard someone call to me, it didn't sound like a very familiar voice. I turned slightly, and jumped back a little in surprise upon seeing a young boy (who looked like he was only a few years older than me) who was looking at me through the wooden bars of the cot that I was sitting in, I was quite taken aback to see this boy by my cot since I hadn't even realised that he had come into the room. The boy had short black hair, which had three strange looking white lines going half-way around it, and as I looked to him with a confused/wondering look, I noticed that his golden eyes seemed to glow brightly as he stood smiling to me.

"Who are you?" the boy asked.

I didn't answer him at first, instead I just sniffed slightly, and looked away from him nervously, not really wanting to talk to a stranger right now, I just wanted my Papa.

"Can't you speak, come on, what's your name?" the boy asked as he tilted his head to the side slightly.

"M-Maka," I finally answered, while I was still looking away from the boy.

"I'm Death the Kid, nice to meet you Maka," the boy's smile seemed to grow bigger as I looked back to him, noticing how he seemed to sparkle, while he looked to me.

"Kid?" I questioned, with a confused look on my face, it was quite a weird name to be honest.

"That's it," the boy nodded happily.

I wasn't sure why, but while this boy was here with me I didn't feel alone anymore, and I also kinda forgot about my Papa for a moment. I was slowly getting lost in those golden glowing eyes of Kid's, and I soon could feel heat rising up into my cheeks, as I slightly smiled back to him.

"Wait here, okay?" Kid said as he turned and walked away from the cot that I was sitting in, looking like he was heading for the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked, worrying when I realized that he was going to leave me alone, as I held on to the wooden bars of the cot and sat up on my knees, not wanting to be left all on my own.

"Don't worry Maka, I'll be back in a second, alright?" was all he said, before he walked out the door and left the room, disappearing down the hall-way somewhere.

I sighed heavily, as I sat when my knees now hugged upto my chest, while I looked to the open door, hoping that Kid would come back soon. His cheerful, and gentleman-like smile stuck in my mind, along with those golden glowing eyes of his, and the way he seemed to sparkle brightly, when he looked to me. I winced a little as I felt a tight feeling in my chest, and tightly held onto my T-shirt, as I could feel tears welling up in my eyes again, 'Why does my chest hurt so much?'

….

Writer' P.O.V:

Death sighed heavily as he sat back in his chair, and looked up at the ceiling, while he sat in the lounge, wondering just how he was going to handle the responsibility that had suddenly been thrust upon him, without any warning.

"Father," he heard a familiar little voice call out to him, as he turned and looked to his four year old son standing in the doorway, while he looked back to him with a nervous expression.

"Kid, what are you doing up? You know you should still be in your bed now," Death stated as he seemed concerned, while he looked to his young son.

"I know, it's just…that baby girl, Maka, well…she's awake," Kid explained in a nervous tone, knowing his Dad didn't like it when he was still awake at this time of night, since he wasn't really the healthiest boy, and he needed his rest.

"She's not a baby Kid, she's only about two years younger than you," Death stated as he stood up from his chair, and came walking over to his son, "Poor girl, she's going to be so confused," Death thought out-loud, before he smiled to his son slightly.

"Come on, Kiddo," he called to his son, before Kid smiled back to him, and they both walked out of the lounge, and made their way back to the room that little Maka was in.

Maka's P.O.V:

I sobbed slightly, as I thought of my Papa again, wondering where he was, what had happened to him, why he didn't come when I called for him like he normally does, and what exactly was going on here. Why was I in this room? And why did that boy (who introduced himself as, 'Kid') come in here? Did he live here? Was this his room?

I had so many questions, and I couldn't answer any of them, I just wished that someone would come and help me understand what was going on right now, I wanted someone to just come and make sense of this all.

Just then I lifted my head up as I heard footsteps approaching the room, I was a little scared of who it could be, but when I saw the familiar smiling face of Kid again, all my worries went away, as he (and some man that I thought looked familiar as well) walked into the room.

"Hey Maka, see I told you I'd come back," I smiled happily, as Kid smiled back to me, while he walked upto my cot, and looked through the wooden bars again.

I looked to the man that had walked into the room with Kid, and recognised him almost instantly, "Death!" I called out happily, as I smiled to the friend of my Papa.

"Hey Maka," Death smiled to me as he walked upto my cot, and lifted me out of it.

"Where's Papa?" I asked as I looked to Death with a wondering expression, while he sat me down beside where Kid was standing on the floor.

"Sorry Maka, but your Papa has to go away for a while," Death stated as he kneeled down to my eye-level.

"Where's he gone?" I asked, while I looked around the room again, hoping that my Papa would show up at any moment.

"It's a secret, but don't worry, you'll be staying with me until he comes back okay?"

I couldn't believe it, had Papa gone running off somewhere again? He's done this before, many times in fact, he would just leave me alone at home, while he went running off somewhere, I remember waking up in the middle of the night a few times, to find him gone, at least this time he hadn't left me all alone like he normally does.

My guess was that he would be coming back for me soon, after all he always came back, no matter what he would be there in the morning, smiling to me happily, as he would come to wake me up. He'd give me a big hug, and kiss me over and over again, making me giggle, and he wouldn't stop until I told him to.

I loved my Papa with all my heart, but I always did wonder why he would keep leaving me, and where exactly he would go after he left the house, I knew Papa loved me as well, otherwise he wouldn't keep coming back to me right? And if he was going somewhere for a bit, he would just leave me on my own, and not with one of his most trusted friends, right?

"And Kid?" I asked as I pointed to Kid happily.

"Yes, Kid will be here too, he is my son after all," Death nodded to me with a smile.

I was quite surprised to hear that Kid was Death's son, but when I looked at him again, he did look an awful lot like him (bar his golden glowing eyes). My Papa had told me from time to time that Death had a son, back when Mama was still living with us, but I never met him, because he was actually a very frail and weak boy. As I turned to look at Kid again he didn't seem like the sick and frail boy that my Papa had told me about, as he smiled to me happily.

"You can stay in my room tonight if you want," Kid stated happily.

I looked to Death for approvement, and smiled happily when he nodded to me, I turned and nodded to Kid happily, as I felt like all my worries about my Papa were now all gone.

I kinda felt like my Papa had left me with Death like this, because he was maybe going to be away for a little longer this time, but I was glad that I wasn't left alone, like I was all the other times.

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Writer's P.O.V:

That night Maka stayed in Kid's room as the two spent most of the night, talking to each other happily, and looking at the stary night sky outside through Kid's bedroom window, along with the grinning moon of Death City.

"Maka, have you ever heard about a shooting star?" Kid asked as the two were sitting on Kid's bed, looking out the window at the night sky.

"No," Maka shook her head in reply.

"My Mother told me that if you see one, you can make a wish on it, and if you believe enough, your wish will come true," Kid explained as he smiled to Maka.

"Where is your Mama?" Maka asked, only now realizing that she had never heard about Death's wife before.

"She died, about a year ago," Kid stated, looking a little low in mood now.

"Oh…sorry," Maka apologized nervously as she now seemed a little low in mood as well.

"It's okay, what about your Mother, where's she?" Kid asked as a smiled returned to his face.

"She stopped living with us a while ago, I hardly ever see her now," Maka stated as she looked back out of the window, gazing at the stars.

"When do you think your Father will be coming back?" Kid asked after a short silence, wanting to lighten the mood between the two a little, since the subject of Mothers was a little touchy it would seem.

"Don't know, but he never leaves me for very long," Maka stated, now seeming a little distracted.

"Has he left you before now?" Kid asked.

Maka just nodded, "He always leaves me, I'm just happy that he didn't leave me alone this time," she stated with a slight smile, to Kid.

"Wow, my Father would never leave me alone, he worries about me too much," Kid stated as he was quite amazed by how Maka's Dad would often leave her all on her own.

"But he always comes back though, so I'm never alone for that long," Maka explained nervously.

"Hey I've got an idea," Kid stated as he thought of something.

"What is it?" Maka asked, looking to Kid with a confused expression now.

"What if I made you a promise? I promise that I'll stay by your side, and protect you until your Father comes back," Kid suggested with a smile to Maka.

"Really?" Maka asked, not really knowing what it was like to have someone to really look after her, and be by her side for very long.

"Yep, don't you worry Maka, I'll always be here for you, and I won't ever leave you, okay?"

"Okay," Maka nodded happily as she smiled back to Kid, before she gave him a tight hug.

"Besides, why would I leave a cute girl like you all on her own, Maka-chan?" Kid smiled as he teased the younger girl.

"Don't call me cute," Maka frowned to Kid as she let go of him, while he just chuckled to her slightly.

"Hey look, a shooting star," Kid stated, as he pointed to the window, looking to the night sky.

Maka looked to the window, as her eyes widened as she saw a bright star shoot across the night sky, she had never seen one before this, but she could see just how beautiful one looked now.

"Make a wish Maka," Maka heard Kid whisper to her, as she looked back to him.

Maka's P.O.V:

As I looked at that shooting star that night, I made a wish, a wish that Kid would keep his promise, and that he would always be by my side, no matter what. After all I felt like he was the only person, which I could really count on to always be there for me, whether I needed him or not. I didn't know him all that well right now, but already I could tell that we would be close friends, for a long, long time.

I smiled as I looked back to the stary night sky, hoping that my wish would come true, and I would finally have someone who would always be by my side, and never ever leave me on my own again, no matter what.