Disclaimer. I don't own anything related to Soul Eater, which includes characters, locations, terminology used relating to, and the Meister/Weapon concept. All were thought up and originally created by Atsushi Okubo. Writers note : This is doubled space because somewhere along the way the font size got smaller. Without the spacing between paragraphs it looks messy. If you enjoyed reading this let me know with a review? Oh yes, thanks to NyxNightmare for betaing this. Plus thanks to Zoids Fanatic for suggesting I get a beta reader to begin with. Please enjoy.

I glanced nervously at the intimidating building ahead of me. Death Weapon Meister Academy. Just the name made my stomach churn. I glanced down at the pavement. This wasn't even my first time here. I had come here four other times before to try and find a weapon partner; I couldn't start training until I managed to find one. Sadly, the only effective way to get a weapon partner was to walk up and talk to them; to try and get to know them on a personal level before you checked your soul wavelengths to see if you were compatible. Then, you had to make it official by talking with Lord Death. I never got past step one.

I felt a reassuring hand on my shoulder and I turned, even though I already knew whose it was. Dad smiled down at me softly, "You know, if you don't want to go, nobody is making you." He said in his slow voice; the one that calmed my stomach and momentarily cleared my head. Part of me wondered why he kept telling me this every time I froze up at this part.

"No daddy. I need to become a powerful Meister so mom can be proud of me." I said softly before beginning the walk inside the building. Father waited a while before running to catch up with me.

Once inside the building, we followed the rather bright signs to the great hall, which was already full of people. I cringed at the sight of them all; so many. All so different. How was someone supposed to tell the nice ones from the bad if they all looked the same? What if they were all bad? What if one of them was out to kill me? What if he played nice, but then deserted me in the middle of a fight? I shook my head; that was just getting out of hand there. Most of these people were kids, not assassins. Then again, sometimes kids were crueler than adults.

"Hey sweetheart, don't get stressed, alright? All you need to do is stick close to me. I can do all the mingling for you." My father reassured in his soft voice, placing a hand on my shoulder and steering me through the crowd. My father was well known apparently, for several people stopped him just to talk. A few of them had children, but they all looked mean; just the way they looked at me standing behind my father, like I wasn't supposed to be doing that. Once I told dad, he left to find another adult to mingle with.

It felt like we, he, had talked to everyone in the room and none of the kids looked nice. Father was getting nervous, I could tell. He was trying to hide it, but he couldn't do it very well. I followed closely behind him, not looking up from the ground till he stopped. Then I looked up, my eyes on the man my father was conversing with. He was well built and obviously proud of his power for he was not trying to hide it. His face was covered in scars and just the thought of what he had been through sent chills down my spine.

To distract myself from these thoughts, I glanced at who must've been his son, lounging in one of the many chairs this room had to offer. He was older than me by at least 3 years. I could tell he was the man's son only because they had the same eyes. Golden; not a golden brown color, but golden. Like yellow. I doubted many people had golden eyes here. His hair was slicked back, probably with hair gel or something. Few people could manage that look, but he was one of those lucky few who could. He was barely wearing a shirt; only a loose fitting white vest. Part of me wondered if I should be grateful he was wearing pants, black jeans were better than nothing, right?

On his shoulder was a detailed tattoo of what was either the sun, complete with smile, or some kind of lion. I was considering going closer to get a better look when suddenly he turned and looked at me. My heart jumped to my throat and for a second I thought I was going to choke on it. "You need something kid?" He asked in a bored tone, looking me up and down, unimpressed with what he saw.
"Um no I, I was just wondering if um. I could sit, in that chair. Next to you, well not next to you. Across from you really. Yeah, that is it." I stammered quickly. He raised an eyebrow, considering what I had just said.

"You really have to ask to take a seat? If you really want to sit, I have no right to say no." He said blandly before turning to look off in the distance again. I blushed, quickly assessing my situation. I should have said something else, anything else. Now I was stuck in a dead end situation of either leaving and looking like a fool and a coward, or sitting in the chair and possibly attracting his attention again. I didn't want to look like a coward though. So I sat in the chair.

After what felt like forever of twiddling my thumbs, I sensed I was being watched. My heart rate quickened, and for some unknown reason, I looked. He was looking at me again, his eyes looking me up and down again. Then our eyes met and I looked down quickly. What was so interesting about me? I hadn't said anything impressive; I certainly didn't look impressive.

"You're very odd. One would think after making such a big deal out of sitting down across from someone, that person would at least attempt conversation." He said slowly, as if processing it. I didn't look up in fear of meeting his eyes again. Meeting eyes was supposed to do weird stuff to a person. Especially with another person.

"I am not good at talking to people or starting conversations. I just don't know how to do it." I finally said, not looking up.
"Not know how to have a conversation? What twisted abnormal kind of teenage girl are you? I will teach you. I will say something, and then you say something relating to what I said. Ready? Hello." He said. I glanced upwards to see an amused grin on his face.

"Hi." I said slowly. He was obviously going to make a fool out of me soon. That much was certain.

"My name is Leo. What is your name?"

"Lana. I am here looking for a weapon so I can begin my training as a Meister." I was slightly shocked by this. For the first time with a stranger, I was truly contributing to a conversation.

"Really? Well I am a weapon looking for a Meister so I can start my training. Well, training at the academy at least; dad already taught me some moves." He said with a grin. What the grin was for, I couldn't be sure, but for some reason I felt a small smile split my lips. We talked about various things ranging from our skills in a fight to pets to our families. He was from a noble family sorta like me, though he lived in a mansion instead of an apartment.

"Lana! Time to get going!" I heard my father call, causing me to jump. I was shocked to see that almost everyone else had left. Time had literally flown right by me. I started to get up and then remembered I had been talking to someone.

"Um, I gotta go Leo. I had a great time talking to you though." I said with a small smile. He returned it, though his was much bigger.
"I actually had a good time talking to you too Lana. Have a good night." He said and then he surprised me. He got up and bowed. It was a small bow yes, but a bow nonetheless. I blushed slightly, unsure of what to do now. I heard my father call me and I turned and left. Maybe too fast?

"You were talking to someone." He said, obviously shocked by this. "A boy. Is this something I should be worried about?" He suddenly asked, eying me suspiciously.

"No dad. He is just a nice guy who started talking to me. Chances are we will never meet again, and if we do, he won't remember, but either way he made my night much better then I possibly could have spent it by myself." I said with a smile.
My father then grinned oddly, almost like a smirk. I gave him an odd look, but then the look was gone from his face, replaced by a calm and content expression. "Let's go home."