Lady Death Scythe P.O.V. She is my OC, and Mifune's sister.
"Ahh! Welcome back! It's good to see you again!" Shinigami-sama was beamingly happy, more so than normal, but then again it has been some years since I stepped foot into Death City. I bow to the God of Death,
"Thank you, Shinigami-sama. It is nice to be back in Death City."
"Please, no need to be so formal! Sit down and have some tea! What brings you here? Palace life too much for you again?" I chuckle at the sarcastic way Lord Death likes to tell his jokes, so I play along.
"Yes, yes, so much stress in being one of the only females in the royal family, on top of being the Queen of a very rich nation, and then my own responsibilities as a Death Scythe, and it goes on and on, so I came here to relax." The old spirit hands me a cup of tea, a soft white, floral tea, one of my favorites. I feel the tension leave my body as I sip at the beverage. Hell the general tension around melts away.
"Feel better?" His cheery voice calms and rejuvenates me.
"Yes, much, thank you Lord Death"
"No, problem, Lady Death Scythe" I smirk and give a small, soft laugh,
"Please don't call me that. In fact, please don't make any reference to my royal status. I came here to get away not only from the courts, but from the paparazzi."
"So you came into my city without telling anyone in your royal court. Nobody knows you're here, and you are asking me for protection while you stay, for however long that may be huh?"
"Well that's a blunt way of looking at it, but yes for the most part." The old spirit looked at me his mask tilted toward one side. I sit across from him, sipping at my tea.
"Alright fine, I will try my hardest to keep outsiders away from you. But on two conditions!" I set my tea down and look at him with a skeptical eye, " Number one, what is the real reason you are here? I know you, I taught you, when you want to get away, you go to your condo in Sicily or Hawaii. You only come here for own agenda, or when I call my Death Scythes around." I smirk, and finish my tea,
"You are a very smart man, Lord Death. While a part of me is here to relax and get away from my royal duties, I am here because my personal grapevine told me my brother is here, teaching class." The Shinigami spoke up,
"You mean Mifune?"
"Is that was he is calling himself now? Then yes. But the other reason I am here is because Spirit Albarn's 35th birthday is coming up, and it had been a long time since I've seen that man." Lord Death nodded his demeanor comforting, soft, and reassuring.
"You miss both of them don't you?" I sigh, my mask of stoic, polite, features falling,
"Yes. I thought my brother, Mifune, was dead for many years." I gather myself before speaking, "And Spirit-kun is going to be 35. You know what happens to a Death Scythe, who are actual scythes, once they hit that age, Lord Death." The ancient spirit became solemn,
"Yes, yes. Spirit-kun accepted that fate when he asked me be about becoming a Death Scythe." There was an uncomfortable stillness in the air during a pause that seemed to last forever, "Anyway, the other condition that I ask of you is that you teach a class, for however long you wish to stay."
"Deal. But can I choose what I want to teach, because I have something that I feel that all weapons and meisters need to know." He became interested,
"Ohh? Pushing your personal Philosophy onto my students?" I actually laugh and smirk at that one,
"Kind of. But just answer my question. You know I won't do anything crazy." It was hard to tell if the old God was smirking, but his voice told me otherwise,
"Alright, you have your wish, teach what you want, but if I may pry, what is it you wish to teach?"
"I want to teach about the stereotypes of weapons."
"You-wha?" Lord Death was cut short by a tall man with a screw in his head,
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Stein spoke after exhaling the smoke from his cigarette, "It has been quite awhile since I have seen you, Lady Death Scythe." Although arrogant, the scientist was polite enough to get down on one knee, bowing his head.
"Please, Stein, there is no need to for such fanfare. I am here on vacation." The man stood up, taking another puff of the cancer stick,
"Oh? Don't you normally go to the Mediterranean for that?" Shinigami-sama snickered at Steins' remark. I give the old spirit a glance that silences him immediately. Stein cocks an eyebrow, but his face returns to normal in a millisecond. I sigh, and give my explanation, again,
"I am here for my brother, and Spirit-kun." Stein's face became very serious, and his glasses no longer had the glare to them. His jade eyes have anger and sorrow in them.
"I see." I try to lighten the mood, standing up from the tea table, giving a smirk to the both of them.
"But, if you will be so kind as to excuse me, I have a lesson to plan." I leave the men to themselves, Stein, looking shocked, and Shinigami-sama, well, being himself