Author's Note: I will most likely be updating Lucy Sohma and another new story today. But for now, enjoy the first chapter of Angel Singer!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the title and plot.

Angel Singer

Chapter 1

Maka POV

I can't believe that jerk! He seriously left me for a new meister! We were dating! I didn't know that there was a problem with us, but if there was, he should have just come to me instead of cheating on me.

So, I decided to leave my life in Death City and become a singer. I bet Soul doesn't even remember me. That's good for me, because if he ever sees me again, he won't realize most of my songs are about him. Right now, I'm getting ready for my next concert. My fake name here is Kami Soul. Kami for my mother and Soul for, well, Soul. "Ms. Soul, you need to be onstage in 10 seconds!" My manager called. I smiled. Today was my revenge concert. "Alright!" I called back, and stood up, brushing off my outfit. I looked down at it, a black tank top, a black leather jacket, and black skinny jeans. I picked up my baseball bat and walked out onto stage. "Hey! Are you ready to rock?" I shouted. Everyone shouted back, "Yeah!" "Alright! Let's get this party started!" I started singing right away.

(Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood)

Right now, he's probably slow-dancing

With a bleached-blonde tramp

And she's probably getting frisky

Right now, he's probably buying her

Some fruity little drink

'Cause she can't shoot whiskey

Right now, he's probably up behind her

With a pool-stick showing her

How to shoot a combo

Oh, and he don't know


I dug my key into the side

Of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive

Carved my name into his leather seats

I took a Louisville Slugger to both headlights

Slashed a hole in all four tires

And maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

Right now, she's probably up singing some

White-trash version of Shania karaoke

Right now, she's probably saying, "I'm drunk,"

And he's a thinking that he's gonna get lucky

Right now, he's probably dabbing on three dollars' worth of that bathroom polo,

Oh and he don't know


I mighta saved a little trouble for the next girl

'Cause the next time that he cheats

Oh, you know it won't be on me

No, not on me


The audience applauded really loudly, and I smirked. "Y'all ready for the next one?" "Yeah!" "Alright! This one goes out to my friend Black Star!"

(You're Gonna Go Far, Kid by The Offspring)

Show me how to lie; you're getting better all the time

And turning all against the one is an art that's hard to teach

Another clever word sets off an unsuspecting herd

And as you step back in the line a mob jumps to their feet


Now, dance, f**ker, dance, man he never had a chance

And no one even knew it was really only you

And now you steal away

Take him out today

Nice work you did

You're gonna go far, kid

With a thousand lies and a good disguise

Hit 'em right between the eyes, hit 'em right between the eyes

When you walk away, nothin' more to say

See the lightning in your eyes; see 'em running for their lives

Slowly outta line and drifting closer in your sights

So play it out I'm wide awake, it's a scene about me

There's something in your way and now someone is gonna pay

And if you can't get what you want, well, it's all because of me

(I'm too lazy to type the rest of the lyrics, so just listen to the song on YouTube)

I sang a few more songs, and then finished up the concert. Little did I know, however, that a certain white-haired scythe was sitting on the sofa, watching my concert live.