The sound of the knob clicked as the wooden door creaked open slowly. Soon, a boy with black hair and three white stripes across the left side of his head showed up. He looked stunned as he looked at the two people before him. Soul and Maka didn't move an inch as the boy who looked to be their age took in their appearance. After he finished, he coughed and tightened his grip on the knob.

"May I help you?"

"We're looking for Kami and Spirit Albarn." Soul answered. The black-haired teenager glanced at Maka then back at Soul. He breathed in slowly, in and out.

"You have the wrong address."

Maka's eyes widened. "No, that can't be right—Soul, give him the device." She urged him while nudging him in the arm.

Soul gave the device to the guy. "What's your name?"

"Death The Kid. But you can call me Kid," He responded as he searched through the device. "Yours?"

"Soul. Did you find the proof yet?"

Kid looked at Maka for five seconds then back at the device. "I'm guessing you are Maka. Soul, I see that this is the address on here, but the people you are looking for aren't in this household." He handed the gadget to Soul.

"Do you know if they lived here before you?"

Kid stared at Maka with solid eyes, causing her to furrow her brows.

"What's going on, Kid?" She insisted.

"...Come inside," He opened the door wide enough to let the two in. They entered and Kid closed the door. He led them through wide hallways to the living room. They all sat in individual living chairs, facing each other. A fire-place was near them and a small coffee table stood in front of the three. The ceiling was very high up and the lights were dim. Kid adjusted in his seat before speaking. "What I'm about to tell you may not be relevant to your parents, Maka. Do you still want to know?"

"Of course." She answered, hesitantly. Soul looked at her to make sure she was telling the truth. She saw him and gave off a slight smile.

"Alright then. I moved here with the two of my...close friends...over five years ago. The reason we moved here was because of a mess we had to clean up. Well, as you can see by the dirtiness outside, we haven't exactly finished the job. But we've cleaned up more than you think. Anyway, the mess is my way of replacing it with massacre. Well, it wasn't exactly a group of a people who died; some sort of...enemy, you would call it, died along with two special humans. They died battling enemies that could have affected the way us people live now. Now, those two people who fought against the bad side, are gone...but are honored greatly in one place."

"What place?"

"Someplace secret." Kid grinned. Soul thought about this for a second and processed it.

Back in Death City we honor two people like that. Maybe it's them. I need to talk to him about it.

"Kid, can I speak to you for a minute?" He nodded and Soul walked three hallways away from Maka. "Are the two people you're talking about a weapon and meister pair?"

"Yes...are you from Death City?"

"Yeah, are you?"

"I'm Lord Death's son."

"...I never knew he had a son. What are you doing here?"

"I told you and Maka, to clean up a mess; a bloody one. I'm guessing the weapon and meister pair are her parents, right? Her mother resembles Maka a lot."

Soul clenched his fists. Her parents are dead?

"Soul!" A voice called, causing the two boys to turn around and run to it. When they got there, Maka was still sitting down and expecting a response from either of them. "Is everything alright?"

"Everything's fine," Kid assured. He turned to Soul and whispered: "Does she know about weapons and meisters?"

"No, she doesn't." Soul answered a bit too loudly, causing Maka to whip her head to them and look at the two in confusion. "She will, though...soon."

"You're breaking the rules, you know that? My father could get you expelled from the DWMA if you tell her anything."

"I'm willing to sacrifice that. Besides, I already made a deal with her. But, now I'm not sure if she'll go along with it anymore..." Soul looked down worriedly.

Kid raised a brow. "What deal?"

"Nothing you should be concerned about."

Before Kid could respond, Maka spoke. "So the massacre took place outside?"

"Yes." Kid said.

"What do my parents have to do with that?"

"Maka -"

"Kid, shut up," Soul told him. He tossed him the device. "Tell your dad to fix that; make sure it's valid enough to tell if someone is dead or not."

Kid put it in his pocket.

"Soul, Kid, tell me what's going on. You guys are talking secretly or something and I don't get it." Maka pleaded. Kid and Soul exchanged looks and sighed. Soul held Maka's hand and lifted her from the chair so she stood up.

"Kid, tell her."

"Maka, your parents are those two people who died in the battle."

"...N-No. I'm sorry, but, there's no reason they would be battling against 'enemies'." Maka quoted with her fingers, while trying to hold in the nervousness in her voice.

"Soul, I'll explain to Maka about Death City, now. She won't be convinced unless she knows."

"Go ahead. At least she'll understand what I mean by 'finding a partner' after you tell her."

Kid frowned at his statement. He shook it off then began to talk to Maka. "There's something called 'weapons' and 'meisters'. Weapons can take the form of a human and meisters are humans that have the ability to wield the weapon. Your parents were partners, otherwise known as a weapon and meister pair. There's more than one pair in a place called Death City; that's pretty much where there's an academy that teaches students to fight against a certain source of madness as they grow older. The school is called 'Death Weapon Meister Academy' and the source of madness is called the 'kishin'. There can be multiple, but sometimes there's only one powerful kishin that can unfortunately take people's soul's. Meisters, weapons, and kishins don't only exist in Death City; they can exist anywhere in the real world. Your parents defeated enemies that were kishin eggs to prevent them from turning into full kishins. Your parents' deaths aren't in vain, they died fighting for a good cause."

Maka took in all the information Kid told her—it was enough to convince her. Now she was left to process everything else; she just put Kid and Soul in a spot that could cost them consequences in school—or possibly worse. Her foster parents are probably worried sick about her, calling the cops and going ballistic for her safety. Now she knows that her birth parents are dead. Gone. No longer in existence. She never got to meet them, talk to them, or hug them. Maka is left with questions whirling in her head. Is she a weapon or meister, too? Are there kishins out there who are after the people around her?

"Maka, if I could mention something else just so you know, the kishin eggs who killed your mother and father aren't dead."

One last question: Who killed her parents?