A/N:
Hey! I am new here and this is my first story! I asked a few people if I should start and anime fan fiction story and they all said "Yeah! Go for it!" So, I took their advice and wrote this! I love Death The Kid and wanted to do a Death The Kid love story and then my friend wanted to be in the story and she loves Soul so now it is a Soul love story too! I hope you guys enjoy this!
~Mad
Prologue
Being New
To start this story out right I have to tell you that I, Akane, am going to Death Weapon Meister Academy. I, being the weapon, am not noticed as much as my meister, Akira. Intelligent as can be. Head always stuck in a book. She normally thinks about what to do before doing anything. Me? I dive right in. Head first. Act on impulse. I guess I get that from my dad. He was just crazy enough to fight for what he loved and do so without thinking. That was what made him reckless though. And that got him killed.
My parents were both weapons. Their meisters were their best friends. They were all sent out on a mission for Lord Death. My mother was injured when fighting. My father abandoned his post to protect her. He loved her so much that it got all four of them killed. I admire how much my father loved his friends and family, but sometimes love can be a dangerous thing.
Back to the real story here. I don't want to bore you to death with sappy stories. I walked all the way up to the Death room to see Lord Death. I walked in with Akira, "Hiya. Hey. How's it going?" boomed Lord Death flashing a peace sign.
"Hi Lord Death," Akira and I said in unison. We laughed like we were sitting in my bedroom at a sleepover. Just like old times.
"I'm sorry Akane. Your uncle is on his way here right now. He has a class he is to be teaching right now," Lord Death said through the mirror wearing his fashionable grin.
Just before I was about to say something a dark figure rolled in on a stitched chair. Before he could roll in front of us he tipped right over the chair, "Can I do that again? I really need to perfect my entrance."
I coughed. You know. The way you do when you want someone's attention. The man's eyes and patched face shifted over towards me, "Hi Uncle Stein! Good to your as mad as ever!"