Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater. If I did, would I be here? Probably.

Prologue

Enemy
Familiar friend
My beginning and my end
Knowing truth
Whispering lies
And it hurts again...

~Fight Inside by Red

He glided - literally the epitome of lingering ghost and mournful souls - across the blood soaked ground. He felt the dying and already dead souls, either reaching towards him or trying effortlessly to get away. A floating orb hovered above him, collecting willing and reluctant souls alike as he continued his survey of the bleak land.

"So much unneeded blood shed", he thought grimly - no pun intended - feeling a rising anger towards his former pupil and comrade.

Raising a hand only of dry bones and black wispy shadows, he summoned the orb back to his hand. It instantly elongated into a scythe. It had no soul of its own, only the souls that had been collected within it. It was a simple thing yet menacing all the same.

He was prepared to leave, seeing enough of the carnage created by one of his biggest mistakes when he heard it. No. Heard was the wrong word. He felt it; a soul tugging on his weary bones with faint but undying persistence.

It was because of this persistence that he found himself a few minutes later cradling the body of a small infant. Alive, he thought, but only faintly.

He decided to give the child a few minutes of his time. It was apparent that it could not survive much longer, its body weak and fragile. The least he could do, he figured, was what he hoped was a comforting presence to this child as the light within slowly extinguished. The lost of such a young soul always seemed to sadden him.

The infant was cold, and its body didn't move at all. So it wasn't because of some movement that the infant had made that made the brow of his bone mask rise; it was the soft humming sound that came from his scythe at the close proximity to the baby. It reminded him greatly of a mother singing a lullaby to her child.

And then suddenly, the child's heart beat slowed, then stopped…

…but his soul hummed strongly along with Death's scythe as three incomplete white lines appeared in the child's hair.

Short, I know. More to come.

This is a branch story for the history of Death the Kidd, if you can't tell. This story goes with my other Soul Eater story "No Matter What" though this story can be read on its own without reading the other one.

Well, it's not much but I would appreciate your thoughts so please review. Thank you.