The gun, first and foremost, never worries about what powder they have yet to leave behind. And when powder has been left behind, they leave it there. The moment is everything.
But there was truly one thingthis guncould not leave behind.
Feet shuffled through the hallway of the school known as the DWMA, or 'Death Weapon Meister Academy'. Another year, Another lot of new students pouring into the NOT class.
One boy seemed to stand out from the rest. Loosely-styled honey blonde hair and piercing baby blue irises. This boy had already been in the NOT class for a year, and within that year he was capable of finding his faith.
His eyes trailed down to the rosary around his neck, and with one hand reaching up, he grasped it. The Sun radiating upon his face was enough to force a small smile.
He had yet to find his partner. He didn'tneeda partner. Shinigami-Sama, his lord and saviour, was his partner. His faith. And whilst he stood there, pondering, thanking, absorbing the suns rays from the top of the steps, the entrance to the DWMA, he noticed the shadow of a figure in which clambered up the steps.
Once at the top the figure was revealed to be a young girl. Her long, light brown hair swayed slightly in the breeze, her bright green irises undoubtedly exhausted as the rest of her body portrayed, yet she didn't collapse. Her breathing was heavy, yet she didn't faultier in step or movement. She was strong.
Those eyes of hers strayed from the ground and was immediately met with the baby blue's of the male. She was surprised, no one was out here except for him.
After a moment of staring the male was first to make his move, striding towards the female who stood tall, yet alone with her luggage. A new student no doubt.
"Here, you must be tired." He spoke rather softly, extending his hand to take the bag the female hoisted on her shoulder. With hesitation, she handed it over to him with a small 'thank you'.
The blonde simply gave a nod. Though, how was he able to hear her with his earphones in. She could hear the rhythm so clearly from here and yet he could understand her.
"...I'm sorry if I sound rude...but I never did catch your name." She spoke rather meekly.
"Ah. Forgive me..." He trailed off slightly.
"My name is Justin. Justin Law."