Prologue
I seem to be endlessly plagued with wobbly tables.
And this is certainly no exception; I thought as I eyed the table I was sitting at ruefully. I sat back in my chair and crossed my arms. My first day back at this school, and now look. Wobbly tables have never boded well for me.
"So Ink, do you think life hates me, or should I disregard what is obviously fate sending me a message?"
His dark eyes flicked over to me for a second and then down. "Another wobbly table," he asked.
"Right in one. You know, I always said coming back to the DWMA was a bad idea," I closed my book with a little more force than was strictly necessary, and it let off a half-hearted little poof of dust. "See? Even the books are pathetic."
"It's not that bad and you know it," he said.
I shot him a skeptical look. "We'll just have to wait and see about that. We should get going though; I promised I'd go see Lord Death right when I arrived."
"Yeah, I know, I was there when you called him. Way to blow him off for the library though. That's really classy," he smirked.
"Oh shut up, you know this was important."
Still bickering we stood up. I hadn't seen Lord Death face-to-face for quite some time, so I was curious to see how this meeting would go. I always got the feeling he was trying to set me up with his son, but I've never even met the kid, and I don't know his name either. When I asked, all Death told me was that he was called Death the Kid, so I just assumed it was some dumb nickname. It didn't help that I hadn't been anywhere near the Academy for about three years. Needless to say, I was not looking forward to our chat.
I know this one was short, but it's just the prologue, so don't eat me! This is my first fanfic, but I don't mind a few flames now and then! Sometimes they're even quite useful :P
-Raven