Welcome to my very first published story! As dessert before the main course, I will tell you that this story is about a gifted martial artist and a talented Samurai bodyguard learning how to get along. So I don't get sued, I do not own the Soul Eater and Soul Eater NOT franchise or anything affiliated with it. I am only using the franchise to illustrate this story. Before I start with the content warning, I have to say that to those who have not watched Soul Eater will not fully understand some scenes and terms in this novel. For you to fully experience this story, please watch the Soul Eater show. Now…
WARNING: there are scenes with cartoon violence, suggestive themes, and some heart-wrenching feels. Without further adjure, ON WITH THE SHOW!
Prologue 1: Enter the Kid Swordsman. Will he make it to breakfast in time?
A nice morning, dew cools the warm air around Death City's forecasted heat wave. The glistening stone staircase leading into the Death Weapon Miester Academy (or the DWMA as most people say). The laughing sun is just over the east horizon, practically signaling the citizens below of the brand new day. This academy hold future powerful Weapons and high-caliber Meisters to defend the world from becoming Kesians; one of the most dangerous creatures which are born out of fear of death, the hunger for power, or both. Many of these future leaders are now walking into their soon-to-be-called home.
Most of these students are wearing standard issued school uniforms; the girls are wearing dark tan knee long skirts and matching blouses, the boys were wearing a suit-and-tie attire in the same matching color, and some students wear their own styles of clothing.
One student stands out from many colorful students this year. His name is Tamachoken Kwachi. He has on a faded purple shirt that looks like it is two sizes too big for his long, medium built torso. His loose fit yellow jeans with a stich of Shinigami-sama mask on his left knee flaps to the cool gentle breeze. The young man has sky blue fingerless gloves with a grassy green O on the back of his hand, and with a burning red purple X on his left handed glove. He has jet black locks with a large curl in front of his face, a large dimple on his left cheek and an oval birthmark in the center of his forehead.
One of his most notable features of his entire outfit was a significantly large, skinny, long black case he swings like it was a small paper bag. The entire outside of the case was glued with an uncoordinated pattern of Stack-Em connect bricks, drawings of kittens and dogs on top of a cloud, and other child-like drawings in all the spaces the blocks wasn't covering. As the final touch, there is a stuffed kangaroo keychain attached to the zipper.
With a big grin, Tama skips and dances the stone steps like hopscotch.
The staircase is buzzing with multiple simultaneous conversations; mostly about what weapon and their partner will be like.
"Look at him! Isn't he the strangest boy you ever seen?" one student remarked
"I hope he's my partner…he is soooo cute!" A female student spoke affectionately about another guy.
"Dudes, Dudes! Check out the statue in front of the school! It's like…lifelike dude"
Many of these teens are excited and nervous on what to expect for the years to come. Many ready to face enemies out of their worst nightmares, ready for mountains of homework, and the lifelong friends to gain.
His stomach growled, reminding him what he forgot to do.
"…aww I knew I forgot to do something this morning…." Tama moaned childishly.
He forgot to eat the most important meal of the day; Breakfast. He can get so forgetful that he'll lose his head if it wasn't attached to his body.
"I should have eaten some cereal at home…." Stomach growled in agreement.
Apart from being a 5'11'' 15 year old boy, he has a mind of a 5 year-old. (Hence his "creative" decoration on his large suitcase.)
"I know! I just go to the kitchen and get something to eat. If I go now, then I should have enough time to play with someone!" He thought to himself.
The next instant, Tama became a purple and yellow streak in the air, leaving a strong gust of wind in its wake; followed by girls shrieking and the 'lucky' boys falling over the staircase with bloody noses. The blurry streak made an abrupt stop when he slammed into a green statue in front of him and made him fall, butt first, to the concrete floor. When he stopped seeing double, he noticed he didn't hit an oddly placed statue; rather a young girl, wearing a green jumpsuit, half his height and staring with stone cold focused eyes.
"Oh-oh! I think she's mad! I better apologize now!" he thought in a panic.
In that instance, he stood up quickly and respectfully bowed in front of her, said "I am very sorry miss! I didn't see you there!", and ran as far and fast away from the main plaza.
He arrived at the cafeteria's main door panting, stomach growling, and ready to eat.
Prologue 2: Here's the Martial Artist Prodigy. Was that statue always there?
There sits a rare sight. The laughing sun just started to peaked over the horizon and the grinning moon falling asleep on the other, the morning dew is settling unto the concrete floor. In the center of the front plaza is a young girl, 15 years old with bronze-colored skin, glistening from the cool morning air. She is wearing a lime green one-piece martial arts jump suit that fits perfect, a black headband tied loosely but securely around her neck with the words "Discipline is Respect" front and center in bold yellow. She has long hair, in a French braid, and hazel brown in color. Right next to her is a potato burlap sack; half full of clothes and some personal effects. Though barely over 5' she has a well-toned body like he had exercised her entire life.
The young girl is in a middle of an unusual combination workout routine of meditation and spontaneous exercises; one of these exercise routines is to jog up and down the DWMA's long flight of stairs, being careful not to slip on the wet staircase, one finger pushups and fifty laps around the plaza with meditation breaks in between. The Clock tower in the center of Death City rings loudly when the hands passed 7 o'clock; signaling to the townsfolk below the start of another day.
Soon as the grand bell rang, the little girl stopped her routine, walked to the center of the plaza (without a bead of sweat on her), and meditated; moisture from the settling morning dew made her bronze skin shine.
As time flew by students, first years and above started arriving in the front of the school increasing in numbers. Most of them curious of the lifelike statue in the middle of the school's plaza. Some even took their friends to snap pictures and selfies with the statue.
Though the meditating student didn't mind too much of her future classmates, there was one student in particular that caused trouble for this statue/student. This young man was a transfer student that just arrived from America and had quite a string of trouble in his last school. Ever since middle school, John Nikmik had always wanted to be the center of attention, even if it takes picking a fight with anyone bigger and stronger than him. Since discovering what he could do he decided to go to Death City and train his weapon abilities; unfortunately bringing his snarky attitude with him.
Seeing that there was something other than him attracting attention, he marched over to the "statue" in a huff. He crouch on her left side and start poking her cheek. He repeated this until her eyes snapped open with her pupils beaming on her source of annoyance. Everyone, including John, jumped back.
"What do you want?" the young girl asked in a cool monotone voice.
John snickered and exclaimed "Well that was rude of you! You should first introduce yourself. Isn't that what you should do to someone you just met?" exclaimed John
"I'm Nina, so again, what do you want? Can't you see I am in the middle of something?" keeping the monotone voice in check.
Sensing hostility in the air, some of the students stating pacing towards the school's entrance, hoping to avoid getting in the middle of an incoming brawl, while the remaining spectators stared with tense expressions.
"Oh we got ourselves a Tomboy here? I'll have you know I had special training on my weapon transformation before signing up to attend this boring looking school, so be respectful!" he said in a mocking tone.
Fed up to his constant boasting swagger, Nina slowly stands up, with fire in her eyes. Readying for a fight, she felt a sight push coming from her back. Thinking that it was probably one of the snotty kid's friends to help, she turned around with the same rage-eyes to confront him or her. What she see instead is a tall skinny boy about her age, on his butt with a poorly decorated large case right next to him. In the same instant he looked at her, he quickly stood up and apologized respectfully, then disappeared in a purple and yellow blur.
Momentarily confused with what just happened and how fast he ran, she noticed his suitcase was still on the floor by the spot he met the strange boy. While inspecting it noticed a name in one of the stuffed toys attached to it; Tama
"HEY IM TALKING TO YOU!" the snotty boy angrily yelled. "ARE YOU GOING TO DO SOMETHING PUNK?"
"Yeah" Nina said in a distant voice "Yeah, just going to tell you; why can't you be as nice as the boy earlier. Have a good day." She replied with any trace or rage gone.
Then walked calmly to the school's front doors to look for this "Tama" guy.
End of introductions…now the story can begin…