A.N: This is my first story I actually like the day after I write it. I've wrote a lot of stories, then read it the next day and cringed. Therefore, this is the story I choose to show to the public. It happened around 3:00 in the morning, after 6 hours of watching Soul Eater and reading fanfics. Unable to sleep, this popped into my mind. I think it turned out well enough, but feel free to yell at all my mistakes and how bad it is in a review (but put it in a way I can improve from). I won't take offence, unless it's like "oh this was so bad I puked", because I have no idea how to improve off of that. I fact, my writing is normally so bad it makes kittens cry…so read and review please!
Rating: K+
Based in the Soul Eater universe during current timeline
Summery: A girl enrolls in theDeath Weapon Meister Academy (DWMA), but she's not exactly your everyday weapon. In fact, Kota is half witch, half weapon, raised on the streets to trust no one. When a young energetic boy becomes her partner, the trouble begins!
Chapter 1
I look up at the huge building with its sharp red spikes and flaming candles. I hear a shout and look up to one of the spikes. I gasp as I see a blue haired kid yelling something to the crowd, though no one listens. No one is screaming about suicide or a maniac, so I keep walking. I stop at the entrance and take a deep breath. I smile to myself and step inside my new home.
But I don't belong here.
My dad was a weapon, so naturally I am one. However, my mom… my mom was a witch. Naturally I am too. I am a freak, unwanted by everyone. My mom was nice, or at least my dad said so. She hated being a witch, sought out to be killed just because of her title. She never did any magic besides Soul Protect, but somehow someone found out and a weapon and meister came and killed her. She never had a chance to fight back. She never did anything wrong, and I try to fallow in her footsteps. My dad killed himself when I was eight, unable to bear the guilt from not protecting her better. Only five years after she died.
I'm not going to take out my anger at the DWMA for something only two people did. If I did, I would be no better than the people who killed my mom. I'm 16 now, able to enroll. I never put much thought into it, just the fact I was a weapon.
I start making my way towards Lord Death's room, ignoring the horrified faces of people I pass. I'm used to it. I look hideous. I have nearly white pale skin with waist length jet black hair. But that's where the normal stops. I have patches of short, purple fur scattered across my skin, the largest patch covering half of my face. My nose is flat and points up at the end, like a cat's. Large pointed purple ears sprout out of the top of my head, and whiskers emerge from my cheeks. My eyes are neon green narrow slits with sharp, arrow-like pupils. A furry tail hides under my dirty dress, brushing my long skinny legs and long feet that automatically tip-toe when I walk. My skinny arms lead to hands with long razor sharp eyes.
I am Kotai, and I am a monster.
Well, I hope I delivered it well enough for at least somebody to come back for the next chapter. It was a bit short, but that's because I can't cram that much information into the introduction.