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"Wow… those are a lot of steps…." I said in awe. It had to be the biggest staircase I had ever seen. My future is up those steps, the DWMA. I realized I had been holding my breath and let out a gust of air. "Well… Mace walked them, so I can too." I said, attempting to convince my self that it would be less of a drag then I was predicting. I took in a breath and began to climb in a jogging speed. "Just think of something else." I told my self. The past is something too painful to try to remember… so maybe the future. The DWMA, where I will collect souls of monsters before they become a kishin, where with each soul I collect, I will be a step closer to making Mace a death scythe.
I would think about Mace, but how I met him was in the past, right now all I want to think about is the fu-, I looked up to find my self falling forward. "UGH!" I cried as I fell flat on my face. "Not a step there!" Mace chuckled, not looking up from his fixed gaze. He was sitting cross legged, sipping a juice box watching what seemed to be a fight. I sat up, leaning my head on his shoulder. I soon realized that there was a juice box in front of me. I picked it up and placed my lips to my straw, taking each sip like I had not drank for weeks.
The taste of apple juice filled my mouth, dancing on my taste buds. I stood up giving a slight stretch. "Come on we need to get to class." I said as I began to walk to the entrance. Mace gave a dazed nod before standing up, and following behind me, not taking his eyes off the fight. We walked around them to find 3 people at the entrance, 2 girls and one man; he looked like he could be a teacher. I walked towards them; none of them looked at me. As I was about to walk in, I over heard the man say to the girl with pig tails next to the girl with the long pony tail say "look at their souls. What do you see?" I stopped. I wonder what they look like…
Mace smacked into my back and apologized. "It looks like they have a close bound, almost a respect for one and other." she replied but that was not the answer he wanted, what he wanted was "Usually it's extremely difficult to match wavelengths, but these three are different, they all have a stable wavelength. They have almost an admiration for each other." I butted in, walking towards them. The man did not look up "Correct, he is Lord Deaths son, Death the Kid. His weapons were criminals he found off the street, so they have that admiration for him because he choose them, and gave them a place to live. Also their laid back personality is helps Kid be less neurotic."
I soon realized that both boys were on the ground. One boy with white hair I could tell from his soul he was a laid back person, while the one with the blue hair was all about being…. In the spotlight you could say. Both boys were on the ground, the boy they were calling "Kid" looming over them, about to shoot them. I couldn't help myself, I wanted to help.