"42-42-564 whenever you want to knock on deaths door." Maka said while writing on the fogged up window. The glass rippled and a dialing sound could be heard. As the window began to clear up a man came into view. He was very tall, and wore all black. A cartoonish skull mask covered his face.

"Hey hey hello. How's it going?" Lord Death asked in a funny voice that would make anyone laugh the first time they heard it.

"Scythe meister Maka Albarn reporting in sir." a small blonde girl said. She wore a red plaid mini skirt along with a white long sleeved dress shirt, and a yellow sweater vest. Next to her was a shorter boy. He had white hair and red eyes.

"Oh Maka, Soul hello. How's the mission going?" Lord death asked, waving one of his large white hands at the two.

"Just fine sir." Maka said, a small smile on her face. "We just collected our ninety ninth soul!"

"Congratulations you two, but your fight is far from over. That last soul is always the hardest."

"Yeah well we'll get it. Then I'll be a Death Scythe. I'll be the coolest guy in the academy." Soul smirked at the thought. Maka gave him a death glare.

"It's not all about being cool! Being a death Scythe is a great responsibility and should not be taken lightly!" she huffed.

"Yeah yeah. Whatever tiny-tits." he said, while shoving his hands into the pockets of his yellow and black jacket.

"Maka Chop!" At that moment, a large hardback book slammed down on Souls head, leaving a large crater that was now spurting blood.

"Why the hell'd you do that for?! Soul yelled while gently cradling his now very tender head.

"Hey you two, stop that right now or I'll reaper chop you both." Lord Death said, holding up one of his hands.

"Sorry sir." Maka said, turning her gaze back to the window.

"As I was saying, the last soul you need is a witches soul, but remember, this will be your hardest mission yet. Witches are very powerful beings, and many meisters have died trying to obtain one." Lord death said. Although his mask hid any sign of emotion that may have been on his face, his voice portrayed complete seriousness. Maka was not used to this side of Lord death, and it made her rethink about weather or not Soul really needed to be a death Scythe. The answer was yes, of coarse, but it still made her worry a little.

Maka was about to say something when she noticed a man walk into view behind Lord death. He had shoulder length red hair, and piercing blue eyes. The suit he was wearing was a dark grey. His jacket was unbuttoned to reveal a green dress shirt, and a tie that very much resembled an upside down cross. He slowly walked up next to Lord death with his hands placed deep in his pant pockets. The man glared at Soul for a moment, but soon his expression softened as his eyes shifted to the pigtailed meister. He smiled warmly at her, and then turned his gaze back to the white haired boy.

"Yeah, so don't go screwing up, and getting my Maka killed. You got it octopus head? Because if you do, as a Death Scythe, no, as her father I will freaking kill you!" Spirit practically yelled into the mirror.

"Calm down old man." Pointing to himself, Soul said, "Cool guys don't let their meisters die."

Maka was slightly taken back by Souls statement. Knowing he worried for her safety made a feeling of warmth spread through her body. She cared for Soul, and knowing the feeling was mutual made her happy. She smiled to herself as the warmth she felt began to creep up into her cheeks. Soul noticed her new shade of pink, but decided to ignore it.

Spirit leaned into the mirror just enough that his head came out slightly on the other side. He looked at his daughter with adoring eyes.

"Maka, Papa loves you."
"Oh please." She said, turning away from the man in the window. "I barely consider you my father." Soul laughed at his meisters fathers face. When it came to Spirit and Maka, things were never good.

"Maka~! Why wont you accept Papas love?" Spirit yelled, large tears streaming from his eyes.

"Reaper Chop!" Spirit crumbled to the floor unconscious from the blow. "How about you shut-up for a while." Lord Death stated. "Anyways." he said, turning back the meister weapon duo. "Good luck, and remember. If you slip up on this one, all ninety nine souls you have collected thus far will be confiscated.

"Got it. Thank you sir." Maka said. The window rippled once again, and then faded to black.

Well, that was the first chapter! please review. I want to know if I should continue writing this. I know it is not much at the moment, but i will be posting chapter two soon. (thats when stuff starts to happen) so please review and help me get better. Thanks! ~Sky