Sorry, this is my first fanfic, so I'm not sure if I've done well or not :/ But, of course, if you could give me advice and pointers in any reviews, I'd be extremely grateful :)
Chapter One
The first meeting happens only once. The brief moment when you first lay eyes on someone is the moment when your first impression sets in. The moment when you decide whether or not you want to know them.
The brief moment when I first laid eyes on Soul Eater, seemed to last a life time. That day, my first day at DWMA, after finally climbing up all those stairs and sitting at the top admiring the view, he appeared. Pure white hair, coloured by the yellows, oranges and reds given out by the drowsy setting sun, like a canvas coloured with watercolours. Deep red eyes, which reminded me of the rich red of a Ruby. They were beautiful, those eyes. The thing I remember most of that first meeting.
That moment, when I first laid eyes on him, felt like an eternity.
Ebony's POV
"I really need to train more..." I thought to myself as I climbed up the stairs heading for DWMA. I, Ebony Flair, am not a weakling. However, this was a real workout... Although it was past noon, and the laughing sun had just started to go down, it was still incredibly hot, here in the Nevada desert. As I climbed the stairs, I wondered how long it had been since I'd actually walked so much. "Well, I suppose I'm not the athletic one..." I said to myself, since I was on my own. I put my hand in my pocket, and pulled out my I-pod, flicking through the playlist to find a song, and then put my earphones in. As I walked up the remainder of the stairs, I listened to my I-pod.
When I eventually got to the top of the stairs, I'd got a small sweat on. It's a good job my hair's short, otherwise I'd have a seriously unpleasant back... I sighed as I took my earphones out of my ears, then turned around, my eyes widening at the amazing view of Death City from the top of those stairs. "Uwaahh..." I breathed, looking over the city. The buildings had been dyed reds and oranges from the setting sun, which had begun to look rather tired and, slightly undignified. I chuckled at it. I stood for a moment, gazing out, and then decided to sit down for a rest before heading to DWMA.
As I sat and zoned out, taking in the scenery, a cool, welcomed breeze blew, lifting my hair slightly. I smiled.
"...Oi." A deep, rich voice said to the right of me. I glanced up, the breeze still lifting my hair. The person who looked down at me was a boy, roughly the same age as me.
Except, he had pure white hair. It reflected the yellows, reds and oranges from the setting sun, which made it look as though it was a canvas filled with watercolours. His skin was tanned, and he was in a slouching position, his hands in his pockets, his eyes half closed. They were a deep red, reminding me of the red of a Ruby.
The moment when our eyes locked seemed to last a lifetime. I felt lost in his eyes. They were beautiful... "What are you doing?" he asked me. I snapped out of my trance, slightly embarrassed about staring, and twisted my head back to the view.
"Admiring the view." I replied.
"...Huh..." He muttered. I sat in silence, aware that he was still standing, staring at me. "...Okay, why are you sat there?" he said, rephrasing his question.
"I thought I'd have a rest, after climbing up those stairs." I said, pointing at the stairs I'd climbed up around ten minutes ago.
"...Huh..." he said again. "Are you heading for DWMA?" he asked suddenly. I blinked, then looked back up at him. He just looked back, seemingly bored.
"I am" I said, nodding. "You go there?" I asked. He nodded. "...Huh..." This conversation was going nowhere. I was getting irritated by this point. Standing up, I nodded to the white haired, red eyed boy. "I'll be going on ahead then." I said, picking my bag up and turning to leave.
"Ah!" The boy called, stopping me in my tracks. I turned to look at him again.
"Yes?" I asked, growing tired.
"You a weapon or Meister?" he asked, his tone showing his interest, yet his expression still that bored one. That kinda annoyed me.
"Weapon." I said, imitating his bored expression.
"I see. I'm a weapon, too. I'll show you round." He said, pulling a hand out of his pocket and thrusting his thumb at himself, a lopsided, shark-toothy grin spread on his face. Huh. So he could show other facial expressions. Well.
"Cool." I said, smiling. "That'd be great, thanks." I said, closing my eyes in a wide smile. When I opened my eyes again, he looked shocked, then quickly turned his head away, holding the back of his hand up to his mouth.
"Yea..." He mumbled. I tilted my head, confused, and he rushed past me. "Come on." He said hurriedly. Bewildered, I followed behind him.
After a little bit of silence before we got to the school, the boy twisted his head slightly to me. "So, uh, what's ya name?" He asked. I glanced at him from looking around.
"Ebony. Ebony Flair." I said, James Bond style. Almost. "You?" I asked. I couldn't always keep referring to him as 'White Haired Boy' in my head, could I?
"Soul Eater." He said.
"Huh?" I said, baffled. Surely 'Soul Eater' isn't a name?
"My name. Soul Eater." He said, turning to look at me quizzically.
"Ah, right, sorry." I said. What a name... He shook his head, chuckling slightly, then slowed his pace and began to walk next to me.
"So, Ebony, how old are you?" he asked, looking at me, a slight smile on his face. Why was that so attractive? I mentally shook myself.
"Seventeen." I said, smiling back. His smile grew wider, showing his shark-teeth.
"Same!" He said, triumphantly. This made me laugh a little, which earned slightly confused look from Soul, then him chuckling lightly. I felt light-headed. All of a sudden, Soul seemed so much friendlier than earlier, with his bored expression. Now, with a smile on his face, laughing and chatting, I felt... I don't know how I felt. I felt... Alive. It was fun! I'd not had this much fun for a while. Well, that didn't come as too much of a shock, considering the home I'd left... But that's a different story. Right now, I was having fun, and that was all that mattered.
Soul's POV
This girl, she was just sat there. Just sat, at the top of the stairs, looking out over Death City. As the breeze blew, lifting her short, ink black hair from her face and the top of her neck, she smiled. That smile was, by far, the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen, and I couldn't stop myself from speaking to her. "...Oi." I called out to her. Not cool. She looked up at me, the breeze still blowing her hair. I could feel my own moving, but my mind wouldn't register it. As soon as those eyes of her locked onto mine, time seemed to stop.
Those eyes were gentle, kind, compassionate, strong, yet seemingly distant. Empty, even. They were the colour of the sky, that gentle blue that held the sun up midday, and her pupils... One a sun, the other a moon. They sucked me in, and I gladly went. An age felt like it had passed before I finally spoke up. "What are you doing?" I asked. Damn it! It sounded like I was interrogating her. So not cool. She quickly moved her gaze from my eyes back to the view of the city. Her face was slightly pink, but I had no idea if it was because of the setting sun or not.
"Admiring the view." She replied back in a smooth, gentle voice. I could listen to that voice all day.
"...Huh..." I muttered. Seriously, why couldn't I speak properly! After a couple minutes of silence, her still gazing out at the view, and me still staring at her, I spoke again, rephrasing my question. "...Okay, why are you sat there?" She pointed to the stairs.
"I thought I'd have a rest, after climbing up those stairs." She answered, never looking at me.
"...Huh..." I said again. Come on! Can I say something other than that? Please? "Are you heading for DWMA?" I asked probably a little too quick. How un-cool was I today? Finally, she looked at me. I tried to give a nonchalant, cool expression, but it was hard. Those eyes... It felt like they were boring a hole right through me.
"I am." She replied, nodding. "You go there?" She asked. A question! She asked a question! Okay, make your answer cool! I nodded. What! Is that seriously all I could come up with!
"...Huh..." She muttered. This was going nowhere. I was getting frustrated with myself. Why can't I do this? I'm a cool guy, I talk to loads of girls all the time! So... why couldn't I with this girl? She stood up, looking slightly irritated, then nodded towards me.
"I'll be going ahead then." She said, bending to pick her bag up. She turned to leave.
"Ah!" I called. She stopped and turned to look at me, clearly tired. Damn it, I was just making her annoyed. I replaced my cool expression on my face.
"Yes?" She asked me. Quick! Think of something!
"You a weapon or a Meister?" I asked, my voice not quite under control, clearly showing my curiosity. Well... It was something?
"Weapon." She said. She had a bored expression on her face now. Crap. Calm down. Be cool.
"I see. I'm a weapon, too. I'll show you round." I said, grinning my signature grin and thrusting my thumb at myself. Perhaps not one of my coolest moments, but it'll do.
"Cool." She said, smiling. At last, a smile! "That'd be great, thanks." This time, she showed the best smile ever, her eyes closed and her mouth spread wide. Damn it! When she looked at me, I had to turn away. She'd see me blushing, which is so not cool. I held the back of my hand up to my face to cover up the blush.
"Yea..." I mumbled as a reply to her thanks. She looked confused, tilting her head slightly. Damn it! That was too cute! I rushed past her "Come on." I said, hurriedly. I knew she was following, because I heard her steps behind me. My heart couldn't take much more of her sudden smiles. I needed to calm down...
I need to know her name. It's too quiet. We'd walked in silence for a bit, me slightly in front. I twisted round slightly. "So, uh, what's ya name?" I asked, trying to sound casual. She must have been looking around, because there was a slight pause before I heard her speak.
"Ebony. Ebony Flair." She said. Ebony... That's a nice name. "You?" She asked me.
"Soul Eater." I replied. There was a pause. Did she hear me?
"Huh?" Yea, she heard. And she was confused. What was she confused about?
"My name. Soul Eater." I said, turning to look at her quizzically.
"Ah, right, sorry." She said, smiling apologetically. I shook my head chuckling. How cute. I slowed my pace to let her catch up, and we began walking next to each other.
"So, Ebony, how old are you?" I asked, attempting to make conversation. I tried a small smile to seem friendly.
"Seventeen." She said, smiling back at me. Yes! That smile. I could look at it all day.
"Same!" I said, feeling great that we were the same age. She laughed a little, which had me slightly worried. Crap! I probably sounded too happy about it. Damn it. But, I couldn't stop myself from chuckling along with her. It was infectious. I felt great. I was finally talking normally with this girl, who actually confused the hell out of me. I wanted her to always smile. I wanted to always make her smile. I wanted to stare into those eyes for as long as possible. I wanted to find out so much about this girl. I wanted to make her happy. Why? Why did I want to do so much for this girl whom I'd only just met? Oh well, who cares. I felt great, and that's all that mattered.
Ebony's POV
After entering the building of DWMA, and seeing all the Meister's and weapons walking about, I began to feel slightly nervous. Only slightly. The-butterflies-in-my-stomach-are-just-stirring kind of nervous. I think that I was more excited than nervous, actually. I looked around, taking in not only the atmosphere, but the surrounding scenery. Skulls. Huh. Made sense. As my eyes wandered from one thing to another, taking it all in, Soul glanced at me and chuckled. I glance at him and pouted. He shook his head still grinning as we walked along the corridor. "I'll take you to Shinigami-sama's room first." He said, leading me down corridor after corridor. Eventually, we made it to the 'Death Room', and stepped through the door.
My eyes widened as I gaped at the many guillotines lined up. "This is the 'Guillotine Hallway'. It leads to Shinigami-sama." He said, walking on ahead. I followed behind him, unsure of whether it was indeed safe to be walking underneath a corridor of guillotines. After a bit of walking, we eventually got to where Shinigami-sama was stood. He was the strangest creature I'd ever seen. A black figure, ragged at the bottom, then coming out into a square shape, with a white, comical skull mask, with black holes where the eyes and nose were supposedly located.
"Yo, yo, yo, Soul-kun~. And, who might you be?" Shinigami-sama asked in a rather high pitched, comical voice.
"Yo," Soul said. "This is Ebony. Said she's a weapon," He said, lightly introducing me.
"I... I'm Ebony Flair. A weapon. Pleasure to meet you, sir." I said, bowing my head slightly to the quizzical figure.
"I see, I see~. I've been expecting you. Well, welcome to DWMA, Ebony-san~. Why don't you sit down and have some tea? It must have been a long journey to get here~" He drawled, turning slightly towards a small coffee table. I glanced over to the table, which sat in front of an upright mirror. I smiled at its quaintness, and followed Soul up to the table, and sat down on one of the cushions, across from Shinigami-sama. True to his word, Shinigami-sama poured three cups of tea, with some rather large, box like hands.
How on earth he managed to manoeuvre that tea cup without breaking it, I will never know. Sipping on our tea, (How Shinigami-sama managed to, I haven't got a clue, considering he had a mask on, with no mouth hole...) we conversed about important things, such as my being able to find adequate housing, school hours, missions, and possibly finding a Meister. Shinigami-sama explained about how to contact him (which you do by writing 42-42-542 on a mirror like surface), and why we do what we do. I nodded, taking it all in. "Well, Ebony-san~ Are you aiming to become a DeathWeapon?" Shinigami-sama asked. I thought for a moment. "I do intend to become a DeathWeapon, but for now, I suppose I just want to be able to settle in and complete assignments and missions." I said, smiling. Shinigami-sama nodded.
"Well, I guess we better get you started then~" He said, bouncing as he sat. "Let's see..." he held up a small piece of paper (Actually, it was A4 sized, but because of his hands...) and began to read it. "Well, it would appear you are in Soul-kun's class. Dr. Stein will be taking attendance soon, so you had better hurry up there!" he said, bouncing again.
"Yes!" Both me and Soul said at the same time. We stood up to go, and Shinigami-sama called after us.
"Have fuuunnn~ b-b-biieeebiieee!" Both me and Soul turned and smiled. I began to giggle as we walked back down the Guillotine Hallway. Soul just grinned.
Well, this is the first chapter, and I'm hoping to update it either everyday, or every other day, depending on whether I actually get to finish a chapter or not (^^)' But, hope you enjoyed this. Please review and give me any pointers you may have :) They'd be extremely appreciated.