First of all I would like to thank Catz-Soul, Sarah Urashima, psychochickie, Catatonic Inspiration, and GigiandMad for their OCs. =D

Anyway, this story is going to have OCs, and some of the cannons in it might be kind of OOC at times. So just saying, I warned you. I have no idea how to start this story.

She loved him, and he loved her. Or at least that's how it started. Now, she couldn't tell. She used to be able to read him like a book. He didn't care if she was perfect and he didn't care how she looked. He loved her for her, but now she couldn't tell. She felt distant from him, and sometimes she barely even saw him. She wished desperately for things to go back to the way they used to be, but it never happened. Several times she wanted to give up, but her will would not let her. She still loved him, but she wasn't entirely sure. She couldn't tell. To everyone else their relationship seemed flawless. People compared it to a diamond, just like she had to be. She had to be a diamond for him. Everything about her had to be perfect, but she knew that a diamond was fake unless it had flaws. She had several flaws, but she wasn't a diamond. She didn't see herself that way. Did he? She couldn't tell. She just wanted to please him. She didn't know what her old self was, she had forgot. She also didn't know her purpose, so she decided to abide by his rules, and do whatever she could to please him. It wasn't that hard considering that it seemed like he barely even noticed her anymore. Or did he? She really couldn't tell.

Dokuro woke up. She looked around the room adorned in black, white, and red. She missed waking up to golden eyes and white strips, but she got used to waking up alone in a half empty bed. Dokuro tiredly got out of bed, and got ready for the day. Everyday was the same. Boring and unproductive. Everyday she wished for something, anything to happen, but nothing did. Dokuro yawned after stepping out of the shower then she changed her clothes. She walked back into the master bedroom from the master bathroom and looked at the messy bed wondering if she should fix it or not. She didn't want to do it wrong. Just as she was about to fix it, she heard a knock at the bedroom door. She walked over to answer it.

"Good morning Mrs. Mary Cade," she said. The maid giggled a little making her brown eyes shine. She walked in wearing a simple maid outfit with the signature Death City skull on it.

"Please, I'm one year younger than you. You don't have to call me Mrs.," she said tugging at one of her own short black curls. Dokuro smiled a bit.

"Sorry, but I just feel obligated to," She said. Mary smiled as she started fixing the bed. "No, you don't have to do that, I was just about to."

"It's my job," Mary said. Dokuro smiled at her and nodded. She decided to leave the room. She walked out into the hallway and noticed that all of the pictures were neat and symmetrically balanced with each other. She sighed. There was probably more time in her husband fixing one of those picture than there was of their last conversation. She wondered what he saw her as. She could remember a time where she woke up happy every morning to a beautiful face and a warm body. She remembered actually helping making things symmetrical. She remembered going to Shibusen and times when her husband would go visit her during the day. She missed the days when they would spend most of their time just laying in bed. She also missed him just staying home with her. She missed when he would call her to tell her that he was going on missions that would take longer than they were suppose to. But now she just stays home by herself with Mary and a few other workers. Sometimes it felt like they didn't even live in the same house, because he started doing a lot more missions than normal, and end up staying at one of their vaction homes with his weapons. She knew for a fact that there was no affair going on, or that's what she hoped at least. Most of the time it seemed as if she was his daughter with the way he treated her. Dokuro wanted it all to end. She was going to try to push herself on him more the next chance she got. Dokuro felt herself getting lost in her thoughts.

"Mrs. Death?" Mary Cade said. Dokuro snapped out of it realizing that she had just been standing there the whole time.

"Yes?" she said looked at the maid. Mary smiled.

"I'm just wondering if you were alright," she said, Dokuro nodded.

"Thank you, and please don't call me Mrs. Death," she said.

Ashton walked through Death City feeling rather bored. Her father was working. He never really had much time for her, and her mother died while giving birth to her, so she was all alone most of the time. She barely got attention from her father, and he rarely ever paid any attention to the things that she did. So it really didn't matter what she did. That was one of the reasons why she was able to walk around the city alone and not have to worry about getting in trouble. Right now, she was looking for a way to occupy her time, but since she was just nine, there wasn't much that she could do. She walked into Death Robbins. Being a child her age, ice cram always helped her boredom. She stood behind a mother with long sandy blond hair and green eyes wearing jeans and a button up blouse with her toddler who had white hair and green eyes. The mother was conversing with someone on her phone. Being as curious as she was, Ashton listened in on her conversation.

"...No, we're at Death Robbins," the mother said "...Well, tell Lord Death I said thank you and time off would be great...but his wife's home all day why would he need another maid?" Ashton perked up at that. A job as a maid would be fun and easy! "Well, tell him I don't know anyone...whatever Soul, bye," the mother said hanging up. Ashton tapped her on the back. The mother turned around and smiled at her.

"Why, hello there," she said.

"Excuse me, but I couldn't help but hear, does Lord Death need a maid?" she asked. The mother nodded.

"Yes," she said still smiling. Ashton smirked.

"Thank you!" she said turning around and walking out the store. Maka turned her attention back to her daughter wondering why the little girl wanted to know that.

Dokuro tiredly sat down on the couch in the living room. Mary Cade started dusting in there, but she sneezed continuously because she's allergic to dust. She was thinking about arranging the plates and silverware in the kitchen, but she had decided against it. Even though she was a great maid, she was very clumsy. She looked at Dokuro with a hint of sorrow in her eyes. She did feel sorry for the girl, but she didn't feel sorry at the fact that she wasn't aggressive enough. She did see her try to make things better, but she needed to assert herself more. She thought that Dokuro needed to get mad and angry. Her husband won't take her seriously otherwise. Thinking about him, even though she thinks badly of him sometimes, Mary knew that she had to thank him. A while back, he and his two weapons had saved her from a pre-kishin. He took her in and she was a student at DWMA. She learned to be a great meister and control her wavelength. Now she works for him as a maid, and he had changed a lot. Mary Cade sighed and sat next to Dokuro.

"So, how has everything been lately?" she asked. Dokuro shrugged.

"It's been the same...you know you really shouldn't be dusting," she said with concern in her voice. Mary Cade stood up, knowing that Dokuro needed to get out of the Manor. She left the living room, and returned with some envelops.

"Can you do me a favor?" she asked. Dokuro nodded.

"Sure," she said.

"Can you bring these letters to Lord Death?" she asked. Dokuro hesitantly nodded.

"Okay?" she said a little unsure, grabbing the envelops from Mary and then getting her car keys. Halfway out of the living room she turned back around.

"Do you think I'll be interrupting anything?" she asked. Mary Cade smiled.

"Trust me, you won't," she said. Dokuro turned back around and stared walking. She walked to her car and got in. Dokuro was very very lucky to have Mary Cade. She felt that she just might go mad without her. Mary had helped her through several times in the past. She let her vent to her, she listened to her problems, and she was very understanding. Mary Cade was one of the reasons why she aimed to want to make her relationship better, because Mary helped her will decided to never give up.

Ashton fields dropped to the ground as she finally made it up the long stairway to DWMA. After the long trip she hoped that all of it was worth while. Ashton walked through inside of Shibusen. There where students there giving her funny looks. It was too late to have been the start of school, so it was probably a time in between classes. She ignored the looks that she was given and decided to start looking for Lord Death. Where was he? She needed to find someone to ask for directions, but she didn't want to ask a student, she wanted to ask a staff member. Although tired from the long flight of stairs outside, she took another flight of stairs inside. There seemed to be more people on the second floor. She noticed a guy with a stitched up lab coat and a screw through his head. She would have asked him, but she was a little afraid of him. She also noticed a guy that looked like a zombie. Wait, he was a zombie. Seeing that, Ashton ran down the nearest hallway. She sighed and looked down it. At the end of it, she saw a tall women with one dark violet eye visible and dark blue shaggy straight but wavy hair. She was wearing a dark blue jacket over a white t-shirt, a black frilly skirt that went below her knee, black converse, and black fingerless gloves. Ashton approached the women eying her black eye patch with a Death City skull on it over her right eye.

"Excuse me?" Ashton said. The women looked down at her.

"Yes," she said. Ashton felt a little nervous.

"Do you know where Lord Death is?" she asked.

"He's probably in the Death Room. Do you need to see him?" the women asked. Ashton nodded.

"Yes, but I don't know where the Death Room is," she said. The women smiled at her.

"Don't worry, I'll bring you," she said. Ashton sighed in relief and followed the women out of the hallway and up another flight of stairs.

"Thank you so much Miss," she said. The women giggled a bit.

"No problem," she said. Ashton looked around at the school, it was so neat, so...symmetrical. She really did like the design for it, maybe her father would let her go to school there one day. She sighed thinking about it. Her father wanted her to go to Law School to be a lawyer just like him one day, but she really wanted to be a meister. I seemed ten times for fun.

"What's this school like?" she asked the women.

"Well, you learn lots of different things. If you're a meister you learn how to fight and handle a weapon. If you're a weapon you learn how to amplify your meister's wavelength in battle. You also learn the study of souls, and there's also math, science, gym, English, and much more," she said. Ashton smiled.

"That sounds fun," she said. After much walking they made it to the Death Room.

"Thank you so much," Ashton said.

"No problem," the women said. Raven Knightwell watched as the little girl walked into the Death Room after being granted permission to enter, she couldn't have been anymore than ten. She wondered what the little girl could possibly want with Lord Death. From the sounds of it maybe she wants to be a student. Raven smirked at an idea. Eavesdropping was always a possibility.

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