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Enter: Death's Angel

"Do you remember when we first met?"

"Hn."

A dark hall. A lone spotlight over a figure hunched over a grand piano.

"Is that a yes?"

Another lone figure watching from a distance, drawn in by the haunting melody, frustrations by her overwhelming life forgotten.

"Hn."

An insane smile reflecting the insanity within him. The insanity she envied, wanted, needed. He offered it to her, for a price.

"Will you say something else besides 'hn'?"

And she took it without a thought; without regret.

"Sure. You were as flat as a board back then."

"MAKA-CHOP!"

"And you didn't hit that hard either."

She never regretted it and neither did he because even back then, even before they became partners, they understood each others and they knew…that they needed the other just as much as the other needed them.

"Do you want to say anything else?"

"Yeah. You were lucky that a cool guy like me picked a scrawny bookworm like you."

"MAKA-CHOP! You're so impossible sometimes!" Her partner rubbed his abused head as he watched her walk angrily to her room.

"I'm lucky that you picked a demented soul like me to be your partner," he murmured to the empty room. "But that's not cool to say," he smirked returning his attention back to the T.V.

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Two figures strolled down the empty lamp lighted streets of a beautiful and historic city, their fingers interwoven in each others in a normal lovey-dovey couple fashion.

"I had a great time, Derrick," the young woman said as a light blush dusted her delicate features.

"I'm glad," the dark hair man, Derrick, grinned as he tucked her hair behind her ear, fingers brushing longer then was needed against the pale skin of her cheek. "There's one more thing I would like to show you my dear before the night is over, that is, if you don't mind. I would understand with all of those mysterious killings of young women going around."

The woman smiled, locking her arm with his before leaning her head against his shoulder. "I would love to go with you."

The man smirked as he guided his date in a direction away from her home. They walked silently through the streets until the man stopped them in front of an abandon boarded up building.

"Follow me," the man instructed as he moved a loose board away from a door to allow them entrance. "The surprise is right inside."

The young woman stepped inside, stepping foot into the dusty building. The floorboards squeaked underneath her feet as she took in their surroundings. The room was very large seeming even larger since nothing but her petite figure and the ancient dust filled the space and….the body of an unmoving girl.

The blonde gasped taking a step back until she hit a solid object. She spun around to see the handsome face of the dark hair man she was with twist into a demonic smile. "W-wh-what's going on Derrick?" she stuttered taking a fearful step back from him.

"Why my dear, girl, it's the surprise I promised," the man chuckled. "Or at least part of it. It'll be complete, actually, when you stop breathing."

The girl's eyes widened further as she turned to run but was stopped when she felt her back collide against the wall. Her slender frame slid down the wall until she landed in a crumble heap on the dusty floor.

Blood trickled down the corner of her mouth as she shakily pushed her self up onto her hands and knees as the man walked towards him, his right arm transformed into a large spiky bat.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Why?" the man chuckled. "Because I relish the feeling of a woman's terrified soul filling my belly," he said as he picked her up by the neck. She struggled against his hold but to no avail before he tossed her to the other side of the room.

"S-so," she managed to wheeze out from the floor, "You're the murder behind the killings of all those young women?"

"Yes," the man said giving her a fake bow. "Derrick, the Damsel Slayer, here, but I doubt that information will be helpful to you at this point. This is the end."

The blonde hair young woman grinned, pushing herself off the floor, kicking off the heels that she wore. "You have no idea how right you are."

"What are you talking about?" Derrick growled annoyed.

The grin on the woman's face grew; a slight hint of insanity in it. "Soul Resonance," she whispered, the two words seeming to fill in the empty room. A figure jumped down from the beams above, turning into a long deadly scythe that the woman caught skillfully in her hands. She twirled the scythe around her frame nimbly, before repositioning it in front of herself. "Demon Hunter." The blade of the scythe glowed as it grew many times its original size.

The Damsel Slayer gulped, fear instilled in him as he saw the menacing size of the blade. "D-death Scythe," he stuttered in shock before regaining his composure with another one of his twisted smiles. "Do you really think that just because you're a death scythe that you can frighten me?" he asked swinging his spiky bat arm around. "I fear nothing, especially not a small little girl like you."

The blonde chuckled causing the man to once again pause in uncertainty. "Don't you know? It isn't the form or shape. It's the soul." A howling wind seemed to pick up around the scythe wielding female pushing the demon weapon back against the wall as he shielded his face with his arm. When he peeked through them he gasped at what he saw.

The woman standing before him had not changed physically in appearance, but something about her did change. Before, it was barely noticeable but now he could feel it…now he could see it; An orb surrounded the woman, large and pulsing with great power. Expanding out from the orb were two fearsome yet hauntingly beautiful wings about half the length of the room. At the moment she appeared like a celestial being. An angel. An angel of death.

"Y-you can't be!" Derrick yelled trying to get to his feet but the force of the woman's soul held him down as she calmly walked towards him. "No! No! Get away!"

"I thought you didn't fear anything," she spoke cocking her head to the side. "Surely you shouldn't fear Death, let alone me."

"You freakin' bitch! Stay away from me!" the man yelled frantically swinging his transformed arm at her, but she merely blocked and knocked his arm away from him with her weapon before kneeing him in the gut. He easily fell to the floor, curling in on himself as she stood above him, her face an emotionless mask.

"Derrick the Damsel Slayer, for your punishment of not only murdering numerous female civilians but of also going against your supreme master, Shinigami-sama himself, by killing your meister and eating the souls of the innocent it has been decided that you be executed without trial. Any last words?"

"Yeah," the man chuckled grimly. "You think of me as the bad guy, but I'm actually the hero. If it weren't for me, what would you be doing now? Sitting at home becoming useless? The war is over and you must admit that what your fear is not being needed."

"I think I heard enough from you," the woman muttered angrily. But Derrick continued he was going to die anyway. There was no way around it but he might as well go down bruising the female's ego.

"What good are a meister and their weapon when there is nothing to fight? Remember this: this cycle will not end. You out of anyone should know that insanity is the one of the few things that even Death himself cannot kill. It's always there and sooner or later you'll be in my position staring up into the face of your grim reaper; your angel of death and you'll be saying the same words that I'm saying to you now to them. All in all-"

The demon weapon was cut off as the blade of the scythe ripped through him, cutting him in half before his body disappeared leaving behind a pulsing red orb of tainted soul.

"Sorry," a gruff voice said coming from the scythe before it jerked from the woman's grasp reappearing next to her as a tall young man with white hair and demonic red eyes. He stuffed his hands in his pockets slouching forward slightly. "But this was dragging on for too long. Cool guys don't ramble." He looked up at his partner. "You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," she nodded shivering slightly as she looked down at the floating orb, harmless in this form yet still slightly menacing all the same. She looked up at her partner as she felt a weight on her shoulders: his jacket. "Thanks," she murmured wrapping the warm material around her suddenly cold body. "Do you want to eat it?" she asked motioning towards the soul.

"It'll only leave a bad taste in my mouth," the man snorted. "We'll bring it to Shinigami-sama for him to figure out."

"Then home?" the woman questioned feeling extremely tired.

"Yeah. Then we'll go home. I can't have my partner falling asleep on me again."

"Again? What is that supposed to mean?" the blonde asked annoyed.

"I'm just saying that this fight went on a little bit too long for someone as weak as him," he said wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth. "I could sense you drifting off," the red eye male shrugged. "I really don't want to have to look for a new partner. It was troublesome enough finding you and it still is."

"Is that your way of saying that you appreciate me as your partner?"

"No, it's my way of saying that it would be really un-cool if I got stuck with another tiny tits bookworm."

"MAKA-CHOP!"

"WHERE THE HELL DO YOU PULL OUT THOSE FREAKIN' BOOKS FROM?" the weapon growled as he rubbed his head. "So not cool."

The blonde rolled her eyes as she walked towards her discarded shoes and picked them up. She cursed softly when she noticed one of the heels were broken. "Ugh, Liz is going to be mad once she sees what I've done to her favorite heels."

"She should have known they end up like that with you," her partner murmured lowly. "You have no grace."

"MAKA-"

The offending attack was stopped as the white hair man grabbed her wrist, stopping her from using the freakishly large tome to make another indent in his skull. "Let's just go home," he said releasing his hold on her. "It's late Maka."

The woman looked at her partner before smiling. "Okay Soul," she agreed forgetting their little quarrel. He nodded, his sharp teeth grin looking inviting to her as he held out his arm towards her. She took it, like she did only a few hours ago with Derrick, but unlike before when she felt only dread and nausea at the close proximity of their souls, this time she felt only a familiar comfort as he led her towards his bike that was hidden behind the building, their souls perfectly in tune after years of working together.

But somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, her soul, Derrick's words played, taunting her. He was right about one thing. She, Maka Alban, the proclaimed Angel of Death, was afraid of being useless.

So this is my second Soul Eater fic. So far only the bad guy was killed so I guess that was definently a major improvement from the first one. Anyway, this idea has been kind of running through my head for a while now and it was partly insipired by one of the Soul Eater forums.

I think next up will be Black Star and Tsubaki. But not tottally sure.

This is a future fic guys so...yeah. My intake on the gangs future, but like I said everyone will not die like in my first fic...I hope...

Nothing more to say so...PLEASE REVIEW!!