"It's still human, isn't it?" a dark figure asked, looking up to another. The person next to her nodded slowly.
"Yeah. I still recognize him," the second person replied, giving a shudder. "Allen Johnson. Former student at the DWMA."
"This is going to be tough, but he's nearly kishin. You ready, Renee?" The second figure held out her hand in response.
"Ready, Miku." The smaller first figure emitted a glow as her body began to change- into a battle axe. Wrapping her fingers around the handle, a look of determination set in Renee's face. She jumped from atop the building and down in front of the evil human spirit. Her light brown hair blew behind her as a gust of wind passed by. The deformed monster turned around to face her. "He's not human anymore," she whispered to herself. The monster, with claws for hands and slippery skin, grinned at the sight- a new meal. Renee twirled Miku in her battle axe form around her head, and prepared a battle stance. The former DWMA student looked nothing like he did before he consumed the innocent souls of humans. He was now thin, heavily bandaged, and had clawed hands, as well as an eye out and an eerily wide smile. His hair had grown a few inches longer, and was matted and dirty. He growled at the young girl, who in turn ran at him. He dodged, and she grabbed a lamppost as she passed him, spinning around it and taking a swing. The evil spirit screeched as a severed arm fell to the ground. In retaliation, it began to swing its remaining arm around wildly. Renee blocked with Miku, spinning the weapon around. As the monster stopped for a breath, Renee took her chance. A clean cut split the human in half horizontally, causing its body to dissolve into thin air and leave a glowing red orb in its place. The axe emitted yet another glow, and Miku was back in human form.
"Sweet," Miku grinned, her dark green eyes twinkling as she took the evil soul in her hands. She swallowed it whole. "Number sixty-five," she said, looking proud. Miku and Renee had just recently started to keep track of their soul collections that would pave the way to making Miku a death scythe. Renee yawned.
"We should call it a night," she suggested as she stretched. Her partner nodded. They walked together down the sidewalk, all the way back to their apartment near the academy. Renee opened the door, and Miku trudged in, falling down on the couch. Renee flung the keys on the counter, leaving Miku as she went into her bedroom. Miku went into her own and closed her eyes, ready for sleep.
"Miku!" Renee shouted at the sleeping girl, who only rolled over. "Turn off your goddamned alarm!" she screamed. Miku groaned in reply.
"Nnngh…" she muttered, slamming her hand on the clock. Yawning, she stood up. "Five thirty? That means it's my turn to make breakfast…" she mumbled. Renee left the room to go back to sleep for a while, while Miku trudged to the bathroom to take a shower. Looking in the mirror, she saw the purple bags under her eyes and remembered the late-night fight. Slowly, she began to brush her teeth. Fifteen minutes later, she was ready to go to school in her normal uniform and hairstyle. She left the apartment to check the mail as Renee woke up, taking Miku's old spot in the bathroom. When she came out, she was greeted by a traditional Japanese breakfast. "Ohayō!" she grinned. "Traditional Japanese breakfast is served!" This would be a long morning for Renee.
After all of the foreign food was consumed, the two left for school. They walked, chatting along the way. "So this Saturday… at the school party…" Miku winked at her partner.
"You're going to ask…"
"Yep!" she grinned. Renee frowned, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks. Miku constantly teased her about a certain ginger- Jason Bender, a top-notch meister whose life was dedicated to music.
"Look, Miku, I just don't know. I mean, I really like him, but I'm not sure-" She stopped mid-sentence, a maniacal grin appearing on her face. "You're one to talk," Renee spoke coolly. Miku's face turned to a pale white. "Oh yeah, I know. It's kind of hard to ignore, what with the way you stare at him all the time." The chalk-colored face of Miku turned to a fire engine red, set ablaze with embarrassment.
"Hey!" she exclaimed. Renee was right, however; Miku felt happy for her, though, as she knew that the certain someone in Renee's life ending up with her was more likely than that of her own. Miku would never end up with the person she liked.
"I'd bet that even his weapons know," Renee smirked, enjoying the flustered look of her partner.
"Of course not! I mean, we're friends, but I haven't said… they haven't seen…" Miku stuttered, at a loss for words. Irritated with herself, with her face red, she stared at her shoes and muttered "baka", a derogatory term in her normal language, the rest of the way to school.
When the two girls entered the school, the first thing they heard was Black Star, a student in their class, shouting about something. "Nyahaha!" he laughed. "I'll surpass god with my tuxedo tomorrow at the Foundation Day Eve party! Yahoo!" It was then that the girls saw him sliding down the rail of one of the main staircases. His partner was running behind him, her face pink with embarrassment. Rolling their eyes, Renee and Miku averted their gaze from him and made their way into the classroom. Renee was greeted by a glob of red and black that appeared right in front of her.
"Boo!" Jason shouted, making Renee jump. She landed with her face as red as his hat, which was on backwards. He wore the opposite color as Renee. Renee wore a navy blue skirt that matched the collar of her white sailor fuku sweatshirt that included a lighter blue ribbon around the collar. She also wore short brown boots and brown leather fingerless gloves. Jason on the other hand, had a much more relaxed attire. He donned a white sweatshirt with a black pocket and black stripes and burgundy jeans. His shoes were red and white boots, and he had a red hat on backwards.
"Jason!" she merely chuckled. Miku smiled at the two, and left them alone. She went to her seat, only to be bombarded by the Thompson sisters. Liz opened her mouth, but a teenage Shinigami pushed in between her and her sister, coming face-to-face with Miku.
"Good morning, Miku…" he managed. "Your… bow…" he struggled, and Miku looked up, as if she could see the large black bow that was tied to her ponytail. "May I?" he asked.
"Of course!" she chuckled, and he immediately ran behind her, trying to align the bow to be perfectly vertical. Her bow was the only part of her uniform that became asymmetrical from time to time. It consisted of a dark blue strapless dress that went just above her knees lined with black and white under a small deep magenta and black puffed coat that went only to just above her elbows. Her gloves matched the magenta of her coat, and her earrings matched the color of her dress. Her short boots, however, were deep blue with magenta buttons over black tights. Death the Kid came around to observe his work.
"Absolutely symmetrical!" he mused. Miku slightly blushed before he was bombarded by one of his weapons.
"Hey!" Liz shouted. "We were trying to talk!"
"But the symmetry-"
"Who gives a shit about the goddamned symmetry, you rude little brat!" Liz continued as her sister just watched, a huge grin on her face. Truly, the only reason he focused on Miku's symmetry so much was because she was one of the few people that cared enough to try and help him with his OCPD. He really appreciated it. "I'll have you know-" Liz attempted, but was interrupted by Miku.
"It's fine," she smiled. "What were you going to say, Liz?" Miku asked in a kind tone, trying to please as many people as she could- one of her most positive traits. Liz unintentionally let Kid off the hook.
"Oh, yeah… Patti and I were having a few friends over after the Foundation Day Eve Party. Would you and Renee want to come?" Liz offered.
"Of course!" Miku replied. She looked over at Renee and Jason as Renee let out a laugh.
"Are those two going out yet?" Patti asked. Miku chuckled.
"Not yet, but they're bound to soon enough," she answered. Liz and Patti gave maniacal grins.
"Patti, I know what we're doing at the party…" Liz said, raising her eyebrows. Miku gave a small laugh as she went to sit down, next to Renee. She was occupied in talking to Jason. Miku instead looked to the row above her, to her childhood friend from Russia, Leo Barkov. He looked upset, disappointed with himself. His blond hair was spiked to the side as usual, and his outfit was the same: a black leather jacket over a solid white shirt, jeans, and black and silver boots- but there was something hidden in the electric blue orbs of his eyes today. To his right sat his partner, as well as his love interest as of nearly five years now. She, Ashley Hanson, knew this about him. Leo had longed to be more than friends with her for some time, but she only teased him because of it. Ashley had never been the most mature student. She flipped her long, wavy ginger hair, causing it to cascade onto her large white coat with green trim. It was on over a sleeveless purple dress, which had green lining on the bottom and black in the center and around the neck. She wore black fingerless gloves and tights of the same color, and short purple boots with green soles. Miku watched Ashley avert her gaze to her left, to a boy nearly identical to Leo. Despite the similarity in looks, however, Leo and the other teen, Peter Roberts, had greatly differing personalities and competed with each other constantly. While Leo was brave, kind, and caring, Peter was hateful, rude, and arrogant. The two competed in everything: academics, sports, kishin hunting, and even for the affections of Ashley. And, to Leo's dismay, he knew he was losing Ashley's care and kindness rapidly, as she had begun to hang around with Peter more, and his negative qualities had rubbed off on her. The two had both been childhood friends of Ashley, and both at different time periods. Peter glared at Miku when he saw her staring. He'd been decent to her until he found out that she and Leo were friends, and since then, he'd only taunted her.
"What do you want, Type Two?" Type Two. That was his nickname for Miku, a reference to type two diabetes, as she had a more than slight obsession with sweets. Despite this, she maintained a healthy and fit body while enjoying the sugar she loved.
"Nothing…" she mumbled, turning around and opening up her notebook to take notes. When Stein wheeled in on his chair, the room went silent. Their lesson for the day was… surprise! The dissection of yet another endangered bird.
Miku observed herself in the mirror on the back of her closet. Her dress for the Foundation Day Eve party was a white ruffled party dress that came just to her knees. The sleeves went to the sides, and the top and each ruffle was lined in rainbow. It had a light blue belt that originally had a rose on the left side, but Miku knew that it would bother Kid, so she took it off. Her shoes were clear sandals with a slight heel, which she refrained from wearing the night before the party. Content with her look, she smiled at herself and changed back into her normal clothes. The party would be simply wonderful.
Renee, on the other hand, was having issues with finding an outfit. 'Does he like ruffles?' she wondered, holding up the purple high-low dress in one hand, 'Or does he like ribbons?' she asked herself, looking at the more sophisticated-looking poofy and ribbony dress hanging in her closet. She sighed. It would be a long night for Renee.
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