Maka in italic. Soul in bold. "Others"
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Death Scythe: Forbidden East
The Albarn clan was known for their expert fighters. She was the youngest with deep forest green eyes, small frame and ashy blonde hair. Her dark olive green kimono was loose and hung to her comfertably. She'd just left training, rather embarresed might I add. No matter how much effort and consintration she focused into her skills, she couldn't even come to par with even the weakest fighters of the group. Her precision; perfect and her agility; excelent but weilding a katana felt forign and nearly impossible. However she would never go anywhere without this forign object.
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Everyone was worried for her, not that she wouldn't keep up but that she might be working to hard. She spent every waking moment studying texts, training and practicing. It was no suprise that the head of the house suspended her usage of the training grounds. However not having anything to do left her bored. With nothing better to do, she decides to check out the old rumors of the study in the east wing. The forbidden East Wing.
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After a fire several generations back the entire wing was cut off, never to be spoken of again. She figured the entire study would be burnt to crisps along with the rest of the area, yet she couldn't say for sure until she saw it herself.
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Using the katana that hung along side her hip she sliced through the seals of the large round door. Sliding the sword back into place, she focused on opening the heavy door. It took all her strength to make the door even slightly budge, once it had opened enough to let out a sigh of air it slid back. The breeze like ice water sent shivers down her spine and chilled her bones.
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To her suprise the hallway was well intact for having been through a fire. If it hadn't been abandoned it would look just as good as the rest of the house. Walking barefoot she left footprints in the dust coated floor; like snow. Most of the rooms had been boarded up with seals and some of them were impossible to get open. Was there really a fire? It seemed suspicious and the further she went the increase in the numbers of seals became apparent.
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Turning a corner she gasped. The hallway itself was torn and bashed through at certain spots. Long scratches peirced the woodwork making it look like a wild animal had been set loose. The wood was also scorched, burn marks ran towards a tattered door at the end of the hall. Seals hung low on strings that crisscrossed in odd patterns along the beaten floor. She almost didn't want to go any further but her curiosity had gotten the better of her. This mystery could not be left unsolved.
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Dragging her katana infront of her she sliced through the floors seals. The door was even more ominus now she stood before it. Raising her katana above her head she sliced down through the final seals and burnt rice paper.
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The sun illuminated what was left of the rice paper screens that streached across the walls. Light seeped through cracks in the wall's pannels and seals were no were to be found. It was someone's room. Pictures hung gloomily on the scorched walls and a futon sat falling apart in a bundle of fibers in the corner. It was a lonley, abandoned room. Her eyes slowly shifted towards the ash lines that scared the wood. The ashes lead to a large maple cabinet embetted in the wall.
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Placing her hands on the sturdy sliding doors she took a small gulp. Carefully she pushed aside the doors. The cabinet sighed like the East Wing door except with a warmer air. The breathe tingled her face and she backed up slightly.
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It was a weapon cabinet. The inside it was cushioned with black felt that clung to a large scythe. The metalic black handle ran up into a sharp reflective-less dark blade.
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She put out her hand to touch it, hesitating for a moment before reaching in.
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The velvet backdrop to the cabinet flashed into red. She was pushed back, landing on her butt, she winced. Immediatly staring back up at the scythe she was even more suprised. The weapon changed shape, the metalic handle changed color and sported a blade with a red and black zig-zagged pattern. At the top of the handle a large oval. It opened up, revealing an eye.
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It blinked!
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The scythe looked down at her, the crimson pupil sent a chill down her spine. After a small staring contest, she reached out towards the blade once again. From the floor she leaned foward and touched the end of the handle.
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Glowing the scythe began another transformation. A human fell foward from the cabinet and onto her, knocking her backwards.
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UWAH!
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She stared up into the scythe's lazy eyes. His stark white hair tickled her forehead as he leaned in closer, a slight blush spread across her face at the close distance.
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. . . I'm naked
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Processing.
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W-WHAT?
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She looked down at his bare arms and chest, it was true.
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Idiot. Are you really that interested? His deep voice held mellow sarcasm.
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He lifted her chin up so they were again face to face. Her blush deepend a bit at his question.
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What are you implying, I just didn't notice at first! She tried to look away but he held her in place.
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Uh huh. He smirked showing off a shark toothed smile.
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After a few moments of akward silence, yelling could be heard from down the hall. A few guards broke in the room knocking down the doors, katanas drawn. Their expressions dropped finding the situation. The head of the house then walked in, emotionless he stated.
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"It seems she has awoken the Death Scythe."
This is kinda a one-shot I might add a chapter or two if I get bored. Um.. The original scythe in the cabinet was Spirit. If I continue this I might explain the reason why she carries a katana.