I was late, extremely and horribly late. Orientation for freshman had started almost twenty minutes ago, I would be lucky if I hadn't missed it completely! Everything was mapped out, I would arrive in Death City at 7:00 A.M., from there I would drop my luggage at the girls' dorm around 7:30 A.M. depending upon how fast I walked, and next grab breakfast from a nearby fast food place and eat on the go. I would arrive at Death Weapon and Meister Academy, or DWMA, twenty minutes early to wait for orientation that was scheduled to start at 8:30 A.M. But no, my curiosity got the best of me so I started looking around the school, effectively throwing all plans of appearing to be a model student into a fiery pit of death.
I was now running at dangerous speeds around corners in attempt to find room 142 so I could at least catch the end of orientation if I was lucky. Swinging around the last corner I saw that the door was still closed, I had made it! Kinda! I stood in front of the door catching my breath and fixing my outfit but just as I was about to open it the door swung out and students started pouring into the hallway. I had a look I can only assume to have been that of extreme embarrassment as I stepped out of the way to let the non-tardy students through.
Once the others had stopped coming out I stepped forward to address the teacher "Hello my name is Elizabeth Ekler, I'm sorry for being late it won't happen again!" I was afraid not because I was late but because of the teacher who I had to apologize to, she had blonde hair, green eyes and a business like attitude, enforced by the black suit and white blouse she was wearing.
My fear quickly disappeared as she smiled at me "My name is Mrs. Evans, I teach first year meisters how to handle weapons. I would tell you what you missed at orientation but I have to run so please ask one of your classmates." I nodded my head and watched as she left, a silver haired man I didn't see before following after her. I smiled to myself and started looking around for someone who seemed friendly. I was helped by being able to see a little more than normal about them.
They all seemed average enough, except for one detail, no matter how kind the soul I could tell most were accustomed to fighting. It was a terrifying and depressing realization that I was the only person here who had never seen a real fight. I took solace in knowing that I some capability, but it was obvious these people were at a different level. Shaking my head I reinforced myself, it didn't matter, I wasn't here to be a meister, I had to train, that was all. With that justicfication in mind, I started walking toward a kinder looking soul.
Unfortunately, another person slammed into me. I hit the floor just before the unknown individual landed on me. It was weird that in that moment I felt an utter calm as if everything had fallen into place, like I had a straight path outlined in front of me with no off-shoots or obstacles. Little did I know the boy that fell into me had felt it too. He turned to me with a look of shock and confusion as if the world just dropped on his head. His golden eyes, just barely concealed below his unruly black hair, met my own blue ones. I don't know why I did it but I held out my hand and he took it. He began to glow, a pure black that seemed to suck in light while also giving it off. I don't know how but I suddenly knew who he was and why this had happened, but only a general idea.
His name was Jasper Nimo, he came to DWMA to look for a partner, and it had to be a specific. The story made little sense in that one second, but I had no option, I picked up the scythe and someone else started yelling.
It was the person who had knocked Jasper into me, his blonde hair was short, face contorted in rage. "THE HELL DID YOU SAY TO ME! AND NOW YOU EVEN HAVE A MEISTER BECAUSE YOU CAN'T FIGHT ME YOURSELF! Will a weapon who wants us to have a fair fight please transform for me?!" It was more of a command than a request. "You!" he pointed to a meek looking girl who had a tag that said weapon on it. She went to step forward, looking somewhat annoyed, before an arm stopped her. I looked to the boy, he was deathly pale, and his hair was snow white. He was wearing black shirt and jeans that really made his skin stand out. The boy silently stepped forward and transformed forming a one edged sword like weapon. Not a katana, it was smaller and straight but bigger than a Nin-to.
Our opponent took his stance and I started to analyze the situation. He rear-wields a blade which means a style with a mix up off stabs and slashes, the weapon is meant for extremely close combat and swift kills, if kept at a distance I had an extreme advantage. Steeling my grip on Jasper I rushed forward slashing out at the very edge of my range. He easily dodged it by taking a step backwards but that was the goal, with him now off balance I turned the swing back following the reverse action while moving in an attempt to strike his side. He blocked with his weapon but was still sent sliding back a few feet. I couldn't let up now, we were too close, I couldn't let him have an advantage. Acting on that I swung up and to the right with the blunt of my scythe catching his jaw. He was sent into the wall he looked up stunned as I held my blade to his throat.
The blonde guy's weapon returned to his human form in a flash of green light, I took that as a sign that the battle was over and spun my scythe back to a resting position. I felt amazing, better than I ever had, then I realized I had enjoyed that battle. It was exciting, thrilling even, and that scared me. That I took such joy in fighting was frightnening but I didn't care, not then, not ever.
I saw a flash of black and felt Jasper materialize next to me. I also saw the weapon of my opponent walk toward us. "Jasper Nimo, I, as your cousin, congratulate you on finding your partner." He said with a bow. I turned to see Jasper dumbfounded at his apparent cousin's actions. Rising from his bow his cousin looked from Jasper to me, back to Jasper then, with extreme speed he reared back his fist, punching Jasper straight in the face. "And that is what you get for getting in other people's business! Learn that being overly nice is a thing!" He walked away mumbling about how Jasper was an idiot for several reasons amits bouts of cursing. I stood there shocked letting it all sink in, then I went to Jasper as he was pulling himself off the floor.
"That's more like Aaron." He said wiping away blood from his mouth. Properly standing and not being on the floor, for once, let me get a better look at him. He was wearing a gray shirt and dark blue jeans, not fashionable but they fit him well. He was quite similar to his cousin sharing his paleness and was quite tall standing at what I estimated to be 5'8", four inches taller than me. "I apologize for our rather sudden and eventful meeting, my name is Jasper Nimo, but you already knew that, didn't you, Miss Elizabeth Ekler. Can we talk?" He didn't wait for a response and started walking away. I jogged to catch up to him and fell into step beside him.
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We were sitting at an outside table at a place called Death Bucks Café, I don't know why but it sounded familiar. I discarded those thoughts and focused on the girl sitting in front of me. "So Elizabeth how much do you know about me? All I got about you is that you have an extremely keen ability to see souls and that despite your lack of training came to DWMA looking to control it."
"I know that you come to DWMA looking for a specific meister, but not why."
"Well if you don't mind can I go first? I have a lot to tell you." She nodded her head; I took a deep breath and prepared to explain my history. "2,000 years ago an extremely strong weapon was born, his power was immense, but he was not satisfied. There were two ways for him to increase his power, become a Death Scythe, I assume you know what that is?"
"Collect 99 Kishin eggs made of the corrupted souls of humans and one witch soul then Death will make a weapon more powerful as a reward."
"Correct, but the other option was offered to him by a powerful warlock, collect 200 human souls and he would give him far more power than any Death Scythe. Unfortunately he took the warlocks deal and slaughtered 200 innocent souls. He was then told by the warlock that if he got him the soul of Death he could further his power still. I'm sure you've already guessed but the weapon was an arrogant man and accepted the challenge. He was killed, quickly and effortlessly by Death. He was an impure monster, but he was not the only one. His family did not help him, but neither did they stop him or report his actions. They wanted his promised power. The Warlock, frustrated at the failure, cast a spell on the family, believing that their assistance could have changed the outcome. That day the Nimo clan was born, a cursed bloodline of powerful weapons and meisters. But there was one of the Nimo who would have to bear the families burden, they would be the strongest amongst all the weapons of the Nimo but they would not be able to resonate with most people, all but one. That child would be known as the Omni Weapon and be able to transform into any and all weapons. Sounds great right, like the Nimo clan got off easy? Wrong."
I looked down at the ground with a grimace. Elizabeth already looked sad hearing this tale and the next bit of info would only make it worse but she should know. "I am the only Omni weapon of 10 that have found their partner…" It didn't seem like much until you really thought about it. That meant that nine insanely strong individuals were forced to not use their power, never capable of truly connecting with someone. It was depressing but the truth often is. I looked up and saw tears in Elizabeth's eyes. Grabbing her hand I shot forth a spark of Soul Resonance, showing her how I felt, that same sorrow, but more prominently, joy. I had found her.
"That is my backstory but about what happened today. That guy we fought was a second year who was trying to pressure some girl to be his partner. I told him to lay off and he took it as a personal insult and well you saw the rest. Aaron is my cousin, a fellow weapon and clansmen. That's about all for me how about you?"
"I don't have any dark curse from thousands of years ago or really anything extraordinary. I'm a relatively normal girl, but from a young age I had a knack for seeing souls. I was taught to control it back in New York but recently it flared up and I can't control it anymore. I now see the souls of everyone I meet." She had a look of pain and shame, like she thought I was going to yell and scream at her for being a monster. Probably because someone had. "I know it's really disconcerting bu-"
"It doesn't bother me" I cut her off. "Why would it? It's not like you can control it, it's no different than me not being able to connect with most people despite us being compatible if I were normal." She looked up at me and smiled. Wow was the word that came to mind. I could get used to seeing that. Her light blue eyes, a pretty face framed by dark brown hair. She was beautiful. I forcefully dragged my mind away from that I continued "Before I forget, there is a question I need to ask you. Will you be my partner?"
She looked down at the floor hiding her face. "I'm really sorry Jasper but I don't plan on being a meister for long, I just want to control my ability then I plan to go back to New York."
"And? That doesn't mean we can't be a pair, even the NOT students have to learn to wield weapons, so we can be partners. In fact you can see my soul right now and I'm sure you can tell it is quite powerful, so if you can restrain yourself from seeing mine then you should be fine on a day to day basis. So how about it?"
"You would do that for me? Let me see your soul everyday never being able to lie to me, surprise me, anything?"
"For my one and only? Anything."