The Hourglass

Prologue

Waiting and Admiring

I swiftly open the wooden door and into the grayish green room. The curtain was drawn around a bed and there was another one beside it. A group of people sat around the bed a girl occupied. Her face was bloodied, cut, and bruised and her expression was twisted into one of pain. She had a gregori soul, and that intrigued me. Didn't my father say something about those kind of people and shinigami's? A man with a screw in his head walked into the room. He was smoking a cigarette, his hair a mess, and stitches covering his whole being (soul included). I watched the boy who seemed it be her weapon partner lean over the girl, talking to her and urging her to wake up. For some strange reason, I felt upset by the fact he was so close to her. People were talking but I didn't hear them, instead focusing all my attention on her. I watched her soul and her petite body for any sign of consciousness.

I hesitantly walked to her. I am rather thankful no one can see me. That boy was still by her attempting to wake her up himself. Another boy, one with spiky blue hair, pulled him away and hushed him. "Soul, get some rest. Your god will watch over Maka! She is my loyal subject after all!" he yelled which irritated me. 'That arrogant prick' I thought 'she is mine and mine alone.' I didn't understand what made me think so possessively of her, but that's all I could think. That marked the day that I started checking in with her and her well-being. I swore that day that she would be mine forever.

~FOUR YEAR TIME SKIP~

The time has finally come. I sit in the darkened room waiting, and wanting for the grains in the hourglass to stop. I want to throw it on the ground and watch the glass shatter. I want to see the crystal grains of white sand all over the floor in front of me. I won't though simply because if I break it, I'll never meet that strange girl I've had my eye on for four long years. I stand up and turn to look at my throne, and noted the wear and tear. The wood needed a new coat of stain, and the cushion was not as plush as it used to be. I walk at the center of the room, and my black dress shoes click against the white marble floor. The center of the room was my mirror. I write the girl's name onto the reflective glass, and an image appeared of a pig-tailed girl. I see her emerald green eyes flash as she wields her scythe, hitting the demon she was fighting with full force. Her partner yells for her to stay in control of herself and to calm down, but she tells him to shut up.

I smile at her stubbornness, and need to do things her way. She slashed the demon in half, and spun around. Another kishin showed itself, and I was disgusted by its looks. Its flesh was dark and kind-of rotten, and its eyes showed hunger. It raised its huge clawed hand and took a swipe at her. She jumped and flipped mid-air, making a slash at the beast. I grinned as the hand fell to the ground and the kishin screamed. She and her scythe were covered in blood, and those emerald eyes never lost their flame. I decided to have a little fun with her and screwed with her partner's wavelength, making him unusable.

She cursed and tossed him to the side. He transformed and I saw the albino boy I envied so much. He was so close to her, and yet all he did was make fun of her! I clench my fists, and wished glares would kill. He'd be dead from day one of when I started… admiring her. She and the kishin continued to fight, and both sides were losing. It cut her in the stomach while she about broke its neck. I knew that interfering with her life was wrong, but I didn't care much at this point. Besides, the only one who might have a guess that I did this was my father. Lord Death is what everyone in the realm of the living called him. Even my precious called him that, and showed the utmost respect. That disgusted me too. He is not truly the lord of death, I am! However, he kept his son away. He locked me up in the Nether, never to be seen again. I had taken his place here in this hell, and because of that I never met her.

I start grinning like a madman as I hide her injuries and watch her kill the ugly thing. She starts smiling and Soul, I think his name was, ran up to her for a victory bro-fist. She returned the gesture and they used a mud puddle to call my father. She did her little report, and they jumped through the puddle. They landed in the Death Room and my mirror changed location. I now see her land beautifully, with her black jacket flying gracefully behind her. Soul looks to his meister and I wave my hand over my beauty. Her wounds appeared like they never left. My 'father' looked at her, and then right at where my mirror gave me a viewpoint.

"Soul, go find Stein. I'll try to help Maka as best as I can, but we need him." he said and holds MY Maka. HOW DARE HE HOLD HER! I watch as she breathes her last and her chest fall. I sigh in relief, and shut off the mirror. She was here now, and all she had to do was walk to me. My dear Maka, you are finally home.

AN: Hello! Here's a new story and I'm hoping you all enjoy it! I'm going to diverse myself and write the rest of story in Maka's POV! Maybe I'll switch back to Kid's for a few scenes. Also, I'm kind-of stuck with my other story. I hope to have it done soon, but I'm also writing one-shots and this. Um, so that's it. Bye-bye and thanks for reading!