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I ran my finger along the dusty wood of the bookshelf, drowning myself in the whispers of my fellow students. No matter how many times I had been in this library, the books never caught my attention. Not once had I ever been interested in reading them, and I doubted I ever would be. However, I spent nearly all my free time in the library. Why? I'm not sure. Something about the way it made me feel smart—and the peace and quiet was a plus side as well. Hardly anyone ever decided to piss me off there. Over the years I spent at Death Weapon Sister Academy, the library had become a sort of safe haven to me, the only place I could go to escape.
Until that day when everything changed.
I had spent pretty much the whole day dozing off in all of my classes, so my head wasn't exactly all there at the time. I stood, tucked inside the shadows, my usual stance, watching as the girls sat around the library tables; talking, laughing, and giggling. How sickening.
Suddenly I heard a voice behind me.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Miss Marshal," the all-too-familiar growl of Bernice Brown greeted my ears. I rolled my eyes, and slowly turned to face her. Her plump face was turned down in a condescending sneer, and she cracked her fat manly knuckles as if trying to intimidate me.
"What do you want, Bernybee?" I asked, smirking. I used her old childhood nickname just to piss her off. What can I say? It was fun.
"Don't laugh at me, Melody Marshal; I'll kick your ass." Bernice's tone was gruff and showed seriousness. All in that second I decided I was going to have some fun today.
"Try it." I poked and prodded at her chubby cheeks. "Or are you too chicken, Bernybee?"
In one swift movement she reached up and smacked my hand away, grabbed me around the wrist and twisted me around, holding my arm behind my back. "Ooh, you're a tough girl, aren't you?" I teased some more. I could sense her getting angrier and angrier.
"Don't make me go into weapon form!" she warned loudly. People were beginning to stare. I almost laughed out loud; her threats had no affect on me.
"What are you going to do?" I asked, my arm still locked behind my back. "Stone me to death?" The onlookers burst into laughter.
Bernice roared in anger, and I snickered, deciding this was my time. I transformed partly into my weapon form, so that my arm—the one being held behind my back—suddenly turned into the blade of a scythe. I heard a few of the observers gasp. My blade was gold, and upon transforming, Bernice screeched in pain and quickly let go of me, stumbling backwards with haste. My blade had cut her, victory.
When she finished screeching, she too transformed into part of her weapon form. Bernice's arm turned into a slingshot. Out of nowhere appeared a fairly large sized stone. She placed it in her slingshot, cocked it, aimed, and let go—the stone came flying right towards my face, but at the very last second I raised my blade and deflected it. The students watching our captivating fight cheered, and Bernice opened her mouth to shout some rude comment at me when suddenly, the stone I had deflected went flying back at her and lodged itself right inside her fat loud mouth. The library erupted into wild laughter and whooping and I grinned with satisfaction. Bernice, however, wasn't so satisfied.
She spit out the stone which landed with a thud on the library floor, along with blood and a couple of her teeth. Her slingshot quickly transformed back into her regular meaty hand. The library suddenly got so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Bernice clamped her jaw, cracked her knuckles again, and rolled her head around on her neck so you could hear that crack too.
"Cracking your knuckles is a gross habit," I told her. "You'll grow up to have arthritis."
"Shut your smart ass mouth, Marshal," she said under her breath. She spat again. Then she lunged at me.
I stepped out of the way just in time for her to go rumbling past—but at the last second I flung out my normal arm and caught her. I swear my arm almost sunk in to her fat stomach. I hooked my arm under her armpit so I had her in a strong hold, and then put my blade up against her neck.
"I suggest you not mess with me again, Bernybee," I spat. "Understood?"
"Y-yes Melody," she croaked. I smiled roughly, and was about to let her go when my worst nightmares came true.
"Melody Marshal!" Lady Death shouted. I looked up, panicked, to see none other than our wonderful school's principal standing in the doorway to the library. All the other students suddenly busied themselves with whatever they had been doing before, pretending they had no business with the violence whatsoever.
Lady Death approached me and Bernice, who I still had under my blade. "Let her go."
I obeyed my orders and let Bernice drop to the ground. I think the floor shook a little. My scythe arm transformed back to normal and I stood, looking into the dark, lifeless eyes of Lady Death.
"In my office. Now."
"Care to explain yourself?" Lady Death's face was shrouded by her cloak, but I could see her dark eyes glinting at me. I told myself not to be such a chicken. She was only the Grim Reaper's ex-wife, after all.
"She was threatening me," I said plainly. I inspected my nails, attempting to look preoccupied.
Lady Death cleared her throat. "As you well know, this academy has a strict no violence policy. But instead of telling one of your authorities, you decided to take the situation into your own hands. Seems like you would have been better off following the rules, right Ms. Marshal?"
I grunted in reply.
She buried her head in her skeleton hands. "What am I going to do with you, Melody?"
Not quite knowing how to answer her question, or even if I should, I turned my attention to my surroundings. The Principal's office. I inspected various framed photos decorating the drab walls. A black and white one showcasing a younger, more carefree Lady Death, standing with the first batch of girls to ever attend Death Weapon Sister Academy. The DWSA is an all-girls academy, has been ever since it's opening. Its purpose is for bringing up proper young girls and teaching them self-control with their weapon abilities. No meisters are allowed at the DWSA, since it is not for the practice of kishin-hunting, like the DWMA—more commonly known as the Death Weapon Meister Academy. "I will not raise young ladies to go around acting like complete savages, like my ex-husband does," Lady Death always answered when asked why her academy was so different from Lord Death's. "My academy is solely for teaching young weapons self-defense and control." Unlike the DWMA, which was placed right smack-dab in the middle of Death City, the DWSA took a more off-the-map approach, settling itself in the mountains, beyond the desert that Death City was located in. Lady Death said it made for a more peaceful existence, that the DWSA got a lot less visitors that way, which more or less meant a lot less kishins slinking around. In my opinion, it just made things a lot less boring. I had snuck out on various occasions and had countless adventures in Death City.
I looked at the next photo, a second black-and-white, of the same younger Lady Death holding a plaque that said "Death Weapon Sister Academy – Established 1890 – Headmaster Lady Death." A third photo, this one in color and looking more recent, of Lady Death with what I was guessing must be her ex-husband Lord Death, and a young boy between them. The boy had black hair with white stripes on one side, and golden eyes. He was little, probably only four or five. Something in the corner of the picture caught my eye. Little gold writing that said: 2002. I squinted, staring at it. Ten years ago. So the boy was my age now. I startled Lady Death when I spoke.
"Who's that boy?" I blurted, jabbing my finger towards the picture. Lady Death looked up quickly, and when she gazed in the direction I was pointing, I sensed apprehension. I studied her as she answered me.
"My son," she said quietly. "He lives with his father. Goes to the Meister academy."
"Name?"
"Death the Kid."
"Boy, you Grim Reapers are really good with names," I said sarcastically.
Something seemed to snap in Lady Death, although I'm not sure but I also thought it might have been something clicking as well. She turned her attention back to me. "Pack up your things, you're leaving."
"What?" I sat up, defiant. "You're expelling me for saying that?"
"No," she corrected, "I was already going to expel you for your conduct, you're past your last warning. That violent outbreak will be your last." I opened my mouth to protest when she continued, "Besides, I know a place much better for you to go. One where you will be able to showcase your talents freely." She picked up her Skullphone and began to dial a number.
"Showcase my talents? What talents?" Anxiously, I clutched the armrests of the chair I was sitting in. I listened and watched closely as she spoke to the person on the phone.
"Ah yes, Lord Death? It's me. How's the academy doing?" She paused for a moment, and then seemed to think better of that last question. "Never mind that, how are you doing student-wise? Because I think I just found you a new one." Under the shadow of her hood, I could see her crack a wide, gleaming, devilish smile.