I slowly walked down the empty streets of Death City. My feet ached. I was soaked to the bone. I couldn't even remember how long I had been walking, or where exactly, but I knew that I had to reach Death City, home of the Death Weapon Meister Academy. I tilted my head up to the sky, feeling the big, fat raindrops plop onto my face. I smiled, closing my eyes. I loved the rain. It meant so much to me; represented so much of my life…
Sadness. Pain. That was what it feels like now. I stood still, letting my tears mingle with the rainwater running down my cheeks. There was so much that I hated about myself, too many moments I wish I could erase, but these things were impossible to get rid of…
But they will get better, I told myself. I had to come to Death Weapon Meister Academy to stay with my cousin, Mathias. He was a meister there, and he needed a weapon. Me. My caretaker, a mysterious, rich man who would only make one of his workers (or whoever they were) contact me through telephone, letting me have an entire mansion to myself, recommended that I go there with my cousin. I assumed he was a teacher or something, because he apparently knew Mathias well enough to think our souls would resonate well together. He gave me a map, along with a sheet of paper with extra directions and some money, and I left the next day. Not once did I ever see his face or know his name, but during the time I lived in that house, he suggested that I could call him L.D.
Suddenly, I thought I heard someone crying quietly. I opened my eyes and looked around for someone that wasn't inside already, hiding from the pouring rain.
There he was. A skinny boy with pink hair and dark clothes. He was sitting on a bench, face in his hands, crying.
I stared at him in shock. I had the ability to read people's emotions, and his right now was misery and depression. Much like mine most of the time…
I walked past him slowly, and he looked up at me with sad grey puppy dog eyes, sniffing. I wanted to reach out to him, or perhaps simply ask why he was out here crying, but my shyness got the best of me, and I turned away, blushing. Still, I couldn't help but feel sympathetic for him…No one should feel like this…
