The mocking sun laughed on as it rose higher in the cloudy sky, blanketed with wisps of pale gray. It was sure to rain soon as Kid approached the DWMA. He looked up at its incredible structure, the very points of the long spikes perfect. He smiled to himself, his weapon partners walking past him. "What lovely symmetry," he remarked to himself as he studied each detail. With a light-hearted sigh, he continued on his way, following the two in front of him. A loud shout came from above him, and he paused. Looking up, a blue-haired boy came crashing down from the rooftop of the school. Kid gave an annoyed, exaggerated sigh. "One of these days, you will end up breaking your neck, Blackstar." With a wild, proud grin, Blackstar pulled on his black collar. "You only say that cause' you're jealous, Kid!" He stated fearlessly.
Kid gave a frustrated glare. "Last time, I remember winning. Was I wrong? You and Soul were no match for a Shinigami like myself." His golden eyes were fierce, shining in the sunlight. "Perhaps I was wrong to let you off with such a miniscule warning, no?"
"Shut up," BlackStar interrupted. "I'm the only Star here, not you!" He said defiantly. "I won't let you push me around!" He crossed his arms, his eyes shining with arrogance. For a long moment, they glared at one another with equal strength in their eyes. Then, with a sharp turn, Kid turned his back on Blackstar. Without another word spoken, he walked inside. As he entered, he was greeted by his weapon partners, Liz and Patty.
"Where have you been? You never take this long." Liz complained. Kid sighed, adjusting his black and white hair. "I had to deal with something. No worries. Now, let's get to class." He strode past, walking nonchalantly into the classroom. Liz glanced at her sister. "What's gotten into him?" She shook her head, placing a hand on one hip. "Rich kids." She muttered under her breath. Her sister giggled from beside her. "He's just weird, sis!"
Kid had taken his seat, careful to fold his hands symmetrically, as Stein rolled in. His chair squeaked as he leaned forward a bit, his glasses shimmering in the light. "Today, class, we'll be dissecting this bird." He stated in a strange tone, laced with curiosity. A female voice came from nearby. "But Stein, don't we always dissect things?" Kid glanced in the direction of the voice to find Maka, and her weapon partner, Soul. "Why not actually teach us something important for a change?" She continued, her green eyes determined.
Stein sat back a bit with a reluctant sigh. He removed his glasses, cleaning the smudges off the glass. "I don't see why not." He stated grimly, placing his glasses back on. "We'll just have to continue this subject tomorrow." He let out a puff of smoke, a small puff of gray that floated on the air. "Instead, we'll discuss the soul and its wavelength."
Before Stein could continue the subject, he was interrupted by Spirit as he strutted in through the open door. He paused beside Stein, his ocean blue gaze surveying the class before pausing on Maka. Soul's voice whispered faintly, aimed towards Maka. "Why is your idiot father staring at us again?" There was a sharp and frustrated answer from Maka just a heartbeat after his statement. "I don't know! And don't even refer to him as my father!" She whispered scornfully. Kid smiled faintly to himself. He knew Spirit well enough to understand their relationship. Spirit, surprisingly, didn't say anything to his daughter and, instead, turned to Stein. For a moment, they whispered to each other in silence, then Spirit left with the slightest nod. The door shut with a slam. Whispering could be heard around him, asking what they were worried about and what had happened between them.
Stein stood up once more from his seated position. "I'm sorry, but I have some important matters to attend to. For now, please remain in your seats until I return or the bell dismisses you. You may study with each other." With that, he turned and left the room, even abandoning his chair. Kid glanced at Liz, who was sitting beside him. "What do you think that was about?" He asked with genuine curiosity.
"Not the slightest clue," she responded. She was painting her nails a lovely pale pink, with smooth strokes. Kid watched her for a long, silent moment, then he stood. "I think I'll speak to my father," he said with authority. Sure, he was still very young compared to his father, but he took after him already. Liz glanced over at him, pausing in her painting. "Alright. See you later, then."
Kid left the room, walking farther down the hall. He paused at the large door, pondering whether or not to sneak in or casually knock. He shook his head, trying to clear it. He could almost feel the suspense in the air as he knocked on the tall door. For a moment, there was silence. Then a cheery, bright voice answered. "Come in!" Kid opened the door, greeted by the blue and white scenery, and the black stones that pierced the ground. He walked inside, letting the door close behind him. As he walked along the path, he swallowed his fear. I'm a shinigami. He thought. I have as much right to be here as my father. His thoughts were interrupted as he heard an unfamiliar voice. "… I'm very sorry. The book should have been destroyed immediately. This is my fault, not yours." Kid froze stiff. Book? What book? He thought, a tiny flicker of anxiety shooting through him. Could this mean serious trouble for the DWMA..?