Do I really have to do a disclaimer? Well, nothing's mine. Apart from Mikei, Kiseki, Ruka, and the plot. I'm sorry that the first chapter kinda sucks, I'm bad at introductions and stuff. This is my first story, so I'd really like some critique! Just please don't flame.
Class Crescent Moon Students: 17 years old.
The story follows the anime. This is 3 years after Maka and them killed the Kishin, but let's all pretend that Kid only connected 2 Sanzu Lines alright?
I knew the fight was coming to an end. I also knew that as the fight came to an end, so would I, for I was on the losing side for the very first time. I wondered what death would feel like. Was it the same for a shinigami? More painful? Less? Would I go on to a different afterlife than Liz and Patty, Soul and Maka, Black Star and Tsubaki? I felt the breath get knocked out of me as a witch suddenly striked from behind. I landed hard on the ground, nose bleeding. Liz and Patty transformed back into human form and knelt next to me.
"Kid! Kid!" Liz sobbed, snot running down.
I tried not to look at her, for snot was only coming down one of her nostrils. If she had to be disgusting, why couldn't she do it symmetrically?
"AHAHAH KID IS BLEEDING FROM HIS NOSE AGAIN!" Patty laughed, poking me repeatedly in the side.
Couldn't they at least let me die in peace? Liz and Patty suddenly collapsed as exhaustion got to the better of them. The pain overwhelmed me as I watched the battle go on. Only father was still fighting, I had been the last one down. My friend's unconscious bodies lay around me. Were they dead? Father finally noticed that I was lying down and sighed.
"I should bring out my secret weapon now, don't you think, Kid-kun? I didn't think it would come to this, but…eh."
I leapt to my feet in anger and frustration. I respected Father, but he was being really stupid.
"YOU SHOULD HAVE BROUGHT OUT THIS SECRET WEAPON AGES AGO BEFORE HALF OF US DIED DAD!" I yelled before I felt an excruciating pain from one of my wounds and fell down again.
"I'm sorry Kid-kun, but our association with this weapon is very frowned upon by our people and I didn't want to upset anyone. But I guess that hardly matters now, does it?" Father winked.
I groaned in frustration as Father took out his small mirror and connected to another mirror. I could only slightly hear their quiet conversation. Was there really anyone powerful enough to bring down all these witches and end Witch War III on their own?
"Please, everyone's half dead, no one will care. You'll be able to live with us again, because everyone will be eternally grateful if you show up. Come on now. YAAY!" Father talked to the mirror, casually flicking witches away. He was slowing them down, but even he couldn't hold them off forever.
"I wonder how long it will take her…?" Father sat down on the ground, still flinging witches off his back.
"Father, who is this lady you speak of?" My curiosity wouldn't hold off much longer.
"She's an old student of mine. We found out she was a witch, and I didn't want to, but I was losing a lot of students, so we expelled her. She was a very skilled meister. I was sad to see her go." Father replied.
"But what about her weapon?" I wondered aloud.
"They went with her." They?
But she was just another witch, either way. I didn't see how she could help, but I trusted Father. After all, what could we lose?
I closed my eyes and waited for our savior. The pain was overwhelming my head.
"AH! Mikei-chan~!" I heard Father yell.
I open my eyes in time to see Father glomp a rather small girl. This tiny girl was our secret weapon…?
"Shinigami-sama, I'd appreciate it if you let go of me." The small girl's voice rang out.
Father reluctantly let go, and they looked at each other before he leaned in and whispered something in her ear. She looked surprised. They both glanced over at me, and I saw the girl's face full on for the first time. The first thing I noticed were her eyes. The were a very bright green, and her irises were slits, resembling a feline of some sort. The second thing I noticed was that she was perfectly symmetrical, blond hair parted perfectly in the middle, two skull shaped clips holding up some hair on both sides of her head. Perfectly symmetrical, which meant she was obviously beautiful to me. She also didn't look as young as her size suggested. She wore a pair of black ballet shoes which had wings on the side. Her white strapless dress was hemmed with laces and a big black bow adorned the front of her white number, which accentuated the soft curves on her young looking body. I blushed when I realized I was staring.
"S-s-sorry, I didn't mean to stare…" I stammered.
She smiled at me.
"It's quite alright, considering that I don't exactly look like that much of a secret weapon." She laughed at herself. "You're shinigami-sama's son Death the Kid aren't you? I don't believe we've met. I'm Ayane Mikei. Meister and Witch." She kneeled next to me and we shook hands. It was then I realized that no one was attacking us. All the witches had backed off, glaring at Ayane-san. She seemed to notice this, and smiled. I thought I saw her eyes glow eerily for a second.
"We should back off." Father dragged all the people lying around a safe distance away.
"Sisters! How is everyone?" Ayane-san smiled pleasantly.
They hissed in unison.
"How unpleasant. I'll fix that by shutting you all up." She smirked, and held out her hands. For the first time I saw two skull shaped rings on both her middle fingers. Half the bodies of two identical teenage boys popped out.
"This many? Just sing, can't you?" The boy on the left said.
"We should give them a little scare first, Kiseki." Mikei grinned.
I unconsciously shivered. She was quite the sadist. Kiseki looked over at his twin.
"Let's go, Ruka."
They both stretched out into spears, still connected to her fingers, and she lunged forward, slashing. I couldn't see anything by the speed she was going, but I watched as purple witch souls floated up one by one into the air, and I knew she was winning. She abruptly stopped.
"This is so tiring." She commented, leaping up into the air.
Pure white wings sprouted from her back and she hovered for a second. Her spears retracted back into rings, and then the most beautiful sound came out of her mouth. It was too beautiful to be called music, and it sounded so pure I felt all my sins literally dissolving. All the bad things and feelings suddenly came out of my mouth, and I looked around in shock to see that everyone was suddenly conscious, eye wide and staring as black wisped out of their mouths. The witches keeled and shrieked, exploding into black smoke. The black wisps all trailed upwards, curling into a small black ball as Ayane-san cradled it gently in her arms, her huge wings enveloping her petite body. Her wings slowly tinged with black, and the black spread upward until her wings were pitch black. The wings unfolded, and she looked at everyone for a second.
"Shit." She said.
Then she started falling, wings furling into her back. Father floated forward calmly and caught her. She had done it. She had saved us all. Before I could stand up and thank our savior, everyone had gotten up and surrounded Father, leaving me nothing to do but stand there and stare.
"Who is she?" Maka stood next to me.
"Some powerful Angel babe?" Soul snickered. Maka glared at him.
I looked at Soul in slight shock. I didn't know that he of all people would appreciate symmetrical beauty.
"No matter how cool and big she is, she will never surpass me! YAHOO!" Black Star yelled.
"Black Star, you should still thank her for saving us." Tsubaki tried to reason with him. No such luck.
"Hey Kid, Kid, that girl was cool. BUT THEN SHE FELL. HAHAHAH!" Patty cackled.
"Kid, do you think she'll be okay?" Liz asked.
There was nothing I could say and I couldn't answer any of their questions. All I wanted to do was to see that she was fine. Then came the moment I was waiting for.
"Death the Kid and Elite Team A! Come over here. Everyone else, please evacuate so we can prepare the reconstruction of our city! I will answer all of your questions tomorrow at a school assembly everyone is welcome to attend!" Father said.
The crowd dissolved, and soon there were only the dead Shibusen students lying around and people walking around and putting things back in order. I looked around to see if anyone I knew had died. Not yet, I couldn't see.
"Everyone, this is Ayane Mikei." Father said, and I turned around to look at him again.
"Kid, please hold our guest for a second." He ordered me.
"It's fine really I can stand-" Ayane-san protested as Father dropped her into my arms. I held her tight, surprised by her lightness. She felt very soft and delicate, even though I knew she was anything but.
"Thank you." She looked up at me.
"It's fine." I smiled at her.
She turned red and shifted slightly so she wasn't looking at me. Was I being too familiar?
"Now, I have called you all here because Mikei-chan has requested something. In return for her saving Death City, she had one condition. And that condition was to let her go to Shibusen again."
"Wait, again? But she looks our age?" Soul said.
"Are you an idiot Soul? She's a witch, didn't you see what she could do? She probably stopped aging years and years ago. My guess is that she got kicked out of Shibusen exactly for that reason. Because she was a witch. The authorities would never have put up with it." Maka said.
"Very good Maka, now I don't have to explain anything. Yes, that is exactly what happened. Mikei-chan here, she's approximately," Father turned to her, "How old are you again?"
"I stopped aging at 16 years old. But I'm 135." Ayane-san said.
"Yes yes that's it! I want you all to look after her, because she'll be in Class Crescent Moon. There are going to be people who judge her because she's a witch, and I want you all to be there for her. Anyways, Mikei-chan is very powerful, as you all saw. But there is a curse to her power. Whenever Mikei sings, she takes all the negative things out of those who hear it. Hence most the witches dying, because all witches are almost entirely contained with negative energy. Now, the negative energy comes out, and there is no place for them to go, am I right? So they go to whoever took them out. Mikei. She absorbs them into her body, and it makes her weak and colors her wings black. If not done properly, she could become insane. So her body needs to rest every time her wings are completely black. When her body starts healing and purifying itself, her wings will slowly neutralize in color and the second they are pure white again she will be able to fully function. So she doesn't sing very often, because it does take a long time for her to heal."
We all took some time to think about it. Even Black Star was silent.
The bodies popped out of Ayane-san's rings again, startling me.
"Hey hey you forgot to tell our story!" Kiseki? Was that Kiseki? Said.
"Yeah, about our heroic sacrifices and stuff!" I think this was Ruka.
"What story? The story about how you guys pretend to be gay and pull on girl's heartstrings so you can have your way?" Mikei rolled her eyes.
"Hey, it can be useful when we're trying to get information for you." Ruka, I think it was Ruka, commented.
"Oh true, I forgot to mention them!" Father exclaimed.
"These two, Ruka and Kiseki, are Mikei-chan's twin spears! They're both normal demon weapons, but they wanted to stay with Mikei forever, so Mikei cast their souls into these rings. As long as the rings or their souls don't get damaged too horribly, they're in there for as long as they want." Father explained.
"There's a spell for that?" I asked.
"Yes." Ayane-san replied, still not looking at me.
"So are you going to enroll into Shibusen as a meister or a weapon?" Maka asked.
"She's not a weapon though." Soul looked at Maka.
"She is. I was conscious the whole time, actually, and just before she stopped fighting her ring, Kiseki I think, fell off her finger. A witch was attacking for the side and she was fighting another, and I saw her arm stretch out into a scythe blade." Maka said, looking at Ayane-san straight in the eye. I think I say Ayane-san look at Maka with some new respect in her eyes.
"Good observation, Miss. Albarn. That is correct. My father was some kind of scythe, he left when I was a baby. I chose to be a meister, because I like to be moving all the time. I will re-enroll as a meister." Ayane-san answered.
Wow. What else could she do?
"Please call me Maka." Maka randomly said.
We all turned to look at her. And then everyone said it too.
"Call me Tsubaki."
"BLACK STAR! I REFUSE TO BE CALLED ANYTHING ELSE! ALTHOUGH GOD AND MR. BIG IS FINE TOO! AHAHAHAHA!"
"Soul is my name. It's cool that way."
"We're Liz and Patty."
"Just call me Kid."
She looked up at me, and then turned to smile at everyone.
"Then please, call me Mikei."
That was the last thing she said before she went limp in my arms.
'Oh she's healing. Kid, take her to Gallows Mansion, that's where she'll be staying. Everyone else, go and get some rest. I expect you all at school tomorrow." Father said before floating away.
When we got home, I put her down onto the bed in one of our guest rooms and Liz and Patty went in to change her.
"I'm going to sleep!" I called out.
And I did, after folding the toilet paper, of course.
And here we start Mikei's journey! I have a lot of things planned out, but I'm not sure if you want to read it. Review and tell me alright?