Hey hey so this is the first chapter there will be others and it will be finished. Oh and if your an author who writes a story and than abandons it I hate you. So ya please enjoy note it's my first so if it's sucks ass... Tuff shit get over it.
Class was going along very slowly. Instead of listening to professor Stein people were doodling, fiddling or tapping, any thing to pass the time. Truth be told no one really payed attention when Stein was teaching about dissections but today was particularly dreadful.
Patty of course never actually payed attention in the first place. She was defiantly one to dismiss any thought that proved to challenging for her head to process
"when dissecting something it its imperative that you blah blah blah giraffe blah blah blah".
"Ugh. I'm bored".
Patty glanced over to the left and focused on her sister who was doing her makeup in her hand mirror. On her right was her mister Death The Kid who was trying to fix his tape measurer which had broken the night prior. Boring boring boring. She banged her head on the table hoping a concussion would bring some excitement. "Im so bored!"
Finally Liz slid her hat wear patty was baying her head to cussion her sister head. slowly she lifted her head and saw Maka reading a book in the row In Front of her. She scooted closer to her and leaned over her should to see what she was reading. Robert frost? Is that a snow man? Boring!"Ugh" Patty dramatically fell onto her sisters lap. "Sis... I'm dying of Boredom. I'm ganna die. Please...help me".
"Shh, patty I have to get this eye liner wing just right".
"Kid, you care about my boredom right".
"shh patty, please I need to fix this or else I'll have no way to fix the symmetry at home".
"Alright class listen up"! Stein yelled loud enough for everyone to here." You're going to be doing a report on your partner". Have your partner tell you about there life write a report on it turn it in". Stein grabbed a cigarette and lit it blowing a puff and putting his liter away. Then taking another puff. " this project is due in 3 weeks. This project is to help you resonate with you partner better. The more you know about your partner the better you resonate. Weapons with the same Meister can work together".
That last sentence directed at Kilik and Kid.
Kid set down his tape measurer and shifted in his seat. Liz and Patty weren't good with... stuff like that. They weren't ashamed of there old life... But having there meister do a report on how they were basically slutty, alcoholic criminals might make them allittle unhappy.
Maka however found this incredibly exciting! Soul was so anal about his past. Maka didn't now anything about Soul before they became partners. Like who his parents were? or did he have any siblings? This is perfect!
"HaHaHa"! Your lucky Tsubaki! Your going to get an A on this project when the topic is all about me! Blackstar shouted.
"Hmm your right Blackstar I'm really lucky"! Tsubaki grinned.
Ox stood up and turned around to face black star. "do you think maybe you can keep it down Blackstar I'm trying to focus".
"SHUTUP OX! My words are to good for you"!
"Poor tsubaki with Blackstar as her partner she'll probably sit for hours listening to all his bull shit". Soul said while he grabbed his headband and pulled it over his eyes so he could nap.
"Hey sis does this mean we have to do different papers or can we just do one together sense we have the same Meister"? Liz groaned digging her mascara out of her pocket." Patty he already answered that question". Liz answered. "And no we can do the same report". Patty nodded "Ohhhhh... So Kid does this mean you have to write two reports"?
The bell rang and everyone in the class made there way out the door.
"Hey soul! Let's go let's get to work"! Maka grabbed her scythe's sleeve and getting ready to drag him out the door.
"Why? We have 3 weeks to do it can't we wait"? Soul said as he groaned through his teeth." No! If we wait your just going to push it off until the night before so come on"! Maka said enthusiastically.
"Puff..." Stein blew out and tapped his cigarette on the ash tray.
Xxx
Maka sat on the couch her and Souls shared apartment, Pen and paper in hand waiting for Soul to finish the dishes. Blair sat in her lap softly purring her pumpkin song. Blair was interested in this little project, or mostly listening to Soul's life story.
Maka sat there petting Blair humming her own song while waiting for Soul. She was excited to learn about her partner, after all she wanted to make the best death scythe ever and maybe knowing her scythe's real last name might help.
When she felt the couch dip she snapped up and faced her partner.
"Alright, let's just get this over with".soul muttered. "Ok"! Maka looked at her partner, pen on paper. She sat there for a moment. Soul gave loud yawn and stared at her. Maka's enthusiasm died when soul looked at her like he was waiting for something. "Well...?" Make questioned.
"Well what?"
"Start talking"! She yelled while throwing the pillow she was leaning on at her partners head.
"I'm not going to tell you my life story just start asking me questions". He said while cupping his face in his cheek obviously bored. He really wanted this to be done with.
"Ugh...! You are so frustrating Soul". She took a deep breath and muttered a couples curses before she took and other long breath. With one eye she looked up at her partner who was still sitting there. I should just start with something simple.
"Where did you grow up"?
"I grew up in Bridgeport Connecticut.
Bridgeport! That's one of the most expensive towns in America . She scribbled that down. "Any siblings"?
"Ya".
She stared at him for a moment. Seriously? She pressed so hard with her pen it snapped in half. She was close to Maka chopping the whole book case on him.
"Could you please elaborate on that"?she asked. He shrugged loosely." I have older brother". She smiled and wrote it Down. He sat there for a moment his stubborn reposition replaced with one that was sad "Wes..." He muttered softly.
The low murmer pulled her from her writing ." What was that"?
"Nothing"! He suddenly realized Maka was still there "just hurry up"!
Soul waited for her to ask the question but all he got was a soft tap tap form her pen.
"Ok um... Who got you into playing piano"?
Soul closed his eyes to think for a minute. He played piano for as long as he could remember. "My parents started me playing piano before I could walk". He spoke slowly and quietly. Slurring his words aMe rubbing his eyes impatiently.
Finally we're getting somewhere. "Ok...do you have any other weapons in your family"?
"No, I'm the only one".
He twisted his head to check the time. He was starting to get anxious.
"Ok, so what made you want to become a death scythe, most weapons at the dwma go there because they need to learn how to use the powers without hurting anybody, so what made you want to be the best death scythe ever"?
Soul sat there and but the inside of his cheek before answering.
"I don't want to tell you, don't you have enough for your report already"?
Maka started at him abruptly. "This is important soul you need to stop being a grump and start talking".
"Why should I? This project is stupid! I don't even want to talk about in the first place so having my meister badger me on it so she can put it in a report is 10 times more uncool"!
"I'm not going to fail this project because you don't feel like sharing"!
"your not going to fail Maka, your overreacting it's annoying".
"you don't know what your talking about Soul"!
"And I not going to let my meister bully me into sharing stuff that's not her business"! Those words were her only warning before he shot of the couch, making Blair panic and jump back.
"Soul"!? She yelled, though she didn't move to stop him as he stormed past her.
Maka dropped her pad and pen and ran after her weapon but he had locked the door to his room . She took a deep breath and another long sigh.
Xxx
Soul sat there in his room quietly. Memories scrapping at his mind. Every couple minutes the one memory he hated the most played through his mind making him clench his fists till they were white.
Stupid Wes... Stupid mansion... Stupid criticism... Stupid piano
Stupid Maka... Stupid report... Stupid stein
Soul stood up and trudged to his closet and grabbed the old shoebox on his top shelf. Inside were some old pictures and letters sent by his brother... But soul never replied to them and eventually they stopped coming. The thought of his brother made him emotional and that was not cool. He dug deeper and found some older pictures of him and his family. None were heart warming family pictures, instead they were all wearing suits with perfect posture and a strong demener. His grandmother was the only persoN in his family he that he kept in contact with... But she was gone now.
he glanced at the picture on his desk. Him and the rest of his friends all smiling and grabbing each other. He liked to think of them as his new family, after all they were the best friends anyone could ask for.
He had never been more happy with his new life. A great school, Meister, friends... So Why does he feel so bad about it still. the day he found out he was a weapon was the best day of his life it was a reason the escape from his family and actually live for once.
Still the face that if betrayal and disappoint his parents made when he told him he wanted to leave made his skin crawl.
he shuddered remembering how his mother's heart broke in half. His father was furious, Not to mention Wes almost cried...
Wes...
Probably the biggest reason he left. Wes was a violinist probably the best in the nation... He had enough rewards to proof it. as a child around 5 or 6 While Wes was making a name for himself, Soul was having trouble getting his feet to reach the Piano pedals.
It had always been that way he was always better at music and everybody could tell that it was true. There was no reason to believe otherwise. Wes was actually a great brother he would play his violin when soul had nightmares to calm him back to sleep or tuck him in when his mother or father were out. He would watch souls wild antics as child while he wasn't in violin practice.
But whenever Soul played Infront of a audience there was always the constant murmurs of dissatisfaction of the adults around him, while Wes brought people to tears.
The day he found out he was a weapon, he was playing the piano, until when he wet to finish the song instead of fingers falling on the keys on perfect synch , a scythe blade slashed the keys along with the piano, Making wood chips fly everywhere.
it took almost an half hour to process what had happened, when he went to show his parents... His mother fainted, while his father gapped like a fish. So did Wes when he found out, his grandmother laughed so hard she fell over, Amazed her grandson practically tore the piano in half. They had taken him to some of the best doctors in the state but they all said the same thing
"Your son is a demon weapon".
They had no other choice but to send there son to Deathcity, Nevada so he could learn how to use his abilities to prevent him from destroying something. But they were all especially shocked when soul had said he wanted to stay there and go there for high more homeschool or piano lessons, he was free and could act anyway he wanted without fear of humiliating his high class family. The first member in the prestigious Evans family to walk away from a life a music.
But the was years ago and he drifted away from that life and found a new one that he made for himself instead of his family doing it for him. Yet every so often his family will invite him home, mostly on holidays or special gatherings in bridgeport. But he still always said the same thing..."I'm busy... Sorry". But he was lying...he was always in his brothers shadow and was damn sure he was going to be the best death scythe ever. He had given up a being a musician and he was sure that he was going to be a weapon strong enough to live up to his family name. If becoming the best death scythe ever was what he had to do prove he wasn't making a mistake he was defiantly going to do it.
"See you later Soul your ganna be a kick ass weapon". Wes said while hugging his little brother.
'thanks Wes but if you don't let go I'm going to miss my flight".
"don't you go causing trouble around that city and don't forget to call" gramma Evans said. from behind while Wes Ruffled souls hair. When it came her turn to hug her grandson she slipped acouple thousand dollars in his pocket. "get yourself that motorcycle you been hunting for. Don't tell your parents". soul gave a sharp toothy smile "thanks grandma". She gave a soft smile. "Oh, don't mention it... Seriously don't mention it to your parents or we will both be in trouble".
"Now boarding the 10:00 flight to death city, Nevada."
"See you later"! He called while waving goodbye. "See you bro, send me a letter when you find a Meister! Not email! A Letter I can keep"!
"ya tell me to so I can show them all your cute baby pictures". Grandma Evans called.
He waved one last time before grabbing his luggage and walking onto the airplane.
He sat down on his first class seat and looked out the window. He took a long breath. He closed his eyes and hugged his stomcah with his arms to keep the nerve racking feeling down.
"no going back now".
That had been so long ago. And now he was with a great meister who had the same goal as him. She wanted to make a death scythe to show up her dad. He wanted to impress is family. He had spoken to his grandmother once before she passed. And now he didn't speak to his family at all. Wes was the only one who supported him and he was so busy making it big that there didn't seem to be a purpose anymore.
soul threw everything into the box and shut it, before tossing it onto the shelf. Then laying in bed and staring at the picture of him and his friends. His new family... After all he had given up his last name when he joined the academy. He might as well have been giving up his family legacy along with it.
So ya first chapter there will be others and it won't to long until the next one so sit tight... Oh and a big FUCK YOU to all the commenters who only comment to talk shit about the story. Constructive criticism is apreciated assholes are not