Hola. I'm sure you're wondering who I am, and what sort of weapon or meister I am.
Well guess what, chumps. I'm neither. I do, however, live in Death City, but I'm not a student of your precious Shibusen.
Sorry. I sound like a dick. Actually, I did go to Shibusen when I was younger, but I could never muster the physical energy to be a meister, and I couldn't transform into a weapon. So, here I am, working at a local record store, because really that's all I'm good at.
"Teddy, could you deliver these records to a customer's house? I have to do inventory." My manager, Ned, had thick glasses and a combover, but he was so funny. And he gave me a job, so he's pretty much a boss. No pun intended. He placed a box full of records with an address and name written on the flap on the counter. I nodded, grabbed the box, and pushed open the glass door with a tinkle.
I looked at the address, and my eyes widened. The customer lived in that big mansion near Shibusen... Death the Kid was his name, I think. Not like it was hard to remember, he was Death's son. Death the Kid? Death's son. See the connection?
My thoughts didn't stop throughout my journey to Death the Kid's mansion. I was thinking about going to an aquarium somewhere, and petting all the manta rays and starfish, until I came to a stop in front of a gate. I pushed it open with my back and walked to the door to ring the doorbell.
"Yes? How may I help you?" A boy my age in a full-on suit answered, his yellow eyes curious.
"Ah, I'm here to deliver a package you ordered from the record store. Would you like help carrying it in?"
"Kid, who's this?" A girl with bright pink hair and huge boobs- I mean, eyes walked up the path to Kid's house. She was dressed in a rather short skirt, and a sweater that needed to acquire a few more buttons, if you know what I mean. She glared at me, to which I responded with a blank stare. "I'm Teddy Fatale. Nice to meet you both. So do you need help with this package?"
"I'm Death-" "He's Death the Kid, and I'm Victoria Sakura Yuki Nicholson. We're really busy planning a party, so you can just leave the stuff on the doorstep and we'll get them when we need them."
"You want them to warp in this heat? Just put it inside the doorway. I was offering help, but I have a job to get to if you don't mind." My patience ran out, I thrust the package in Kid's hands(Did that sound dirty to you? Bah, teenagers.), and I dusted my apron off. "I'm sorry if you're mad, but please don't slam the gate! I don't want it to be crooked, or asymmetrical!"
"Whatever, you can just take that out of my paycheck too!" I glared at the ground, kicked a rock, and went back to work.
"Ned, you really need to pay me more. People are ridiculous." I had gotten back to the store with a grimace on my face.
"I'll pay you more when you actually start working," Ned shot back. The fan was blowing his combover every which way, and I cracked a smile at the ridiculousness of my boss. I walked around the store, which was empty, and put records that were taken out of their place back in their crates.
There was the tinkling of a bell, and I looked towards the door to find a white-haired boy with red eyes. "Welcome to For the Record, is there anything I can help you with?" I set down a record and smiled.
"Hello, do you have the new Tower of Power album? I think it came out last week."
"Ah, that one. Hold on a sec." Yes, that one. I was going to save a copy in the back for myself, but it sold out and Ned would kill me if he found out that I hid a requested album. I brought it out, still wrapped in plastic, and sadly handed it to him. My breath came out in a sigh.
"That will be... sigh, $12.87." This was not my day.
"Sure. Are you okay?" The boy's eyebrow was raised warily.
"I'll be okay. Just take good care of her, alright? I'll miss you baby," I said to the record in his hand, as I dropped change into his other. "Have a nice day."
"Thanks. You must have pretty good taste in music. Do you have a large collection?"
"In my pants," I said automatically. "I mean, uh, it's pretty big. There's plenty of obscure old bands sitting around my house, but I get good deals here, so it's good."
"Wanna hook me up?"
"I'm down with that homes, if you mean you're getting a job here. Though you'll be working under me."
"I meant with a discount, cool people like me don't get jobs."
"Cool? As in lazy and useless? Then I must be a huge geek." With my lighting fast wit, I probably made two enemies in one day. The boy shrugged it off though, and waved goodbye before exiting the shop. I watched him for a few seconds before this weird Asian girl tackled him.
"Soul! When are you going to play the piano for me?" I tried not to eavesdrop, but this random person who I did not know was yelling, right outside my workplace.
"Who are you?" That Soul guy obviously didn't know her. DENIED, haha.
"I'm Knives Chau! But I know you because I'm so obsessed with music and all, hahaha." Knives Chau? Like that chick from Scott Pilgrim? They were actually kind of similar, like obsessed, and... Asian. And probably underage, too. Soul looked back at me pleadingly, and I sighed.
"Miss? I'm sorry, but you're causing a scene. Please release the white-haired-" My eyes traveled to the record and I gasped. It was on the ground, covered in dust. I picked it up carefully and heard the sound of shattered vinyl scraping together. Tears sprung to my eyes.
"Y-you bitch... for all this talk about knowing a bunch of stuff about music, you have no respect. How dare you harm the Tower of Power... you basically just spit in God's face." The girl just kept tugging on Soul, who watched the scene with wide eyes. I stood from my crouched position, and glared at the girl. "YOU'RE GOING TO HELL FOR THIS." She looked at me finally, surprised.
"And who the hell are you? You don't even know Soul like I do."
"Not cool, let go." Soul pulled himself from her grip and stood behind me. "And you broke the album I just bought." She broke out into tears.
"I... I just wanted you to like meeeee!" She cried before running off.
I just held the record in my hands and looked at Soul sadly. "I'm sorry, it's broken... I'll let you know when another copy gets shipped in, and you can get it free of charge. This wasn't your fault. Nobody could have seen that coming."
"Wait, what's your name?" He put his hand on my shoulder.
"Teddy Fatale?"
"I'm Soul. Don't worry about it."
"Who was that chick?"
"Knives Chau, apparently. Never seen her before."
"Well played, sir. That name is probably fake, though, unless somebody went back in time and told her mom to name her that. She stole that name from a comic character."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. That bitch. So what kind of name is Soul?"
"I could ask the same, Teddy Fatale. You sound like a comic book character yourself."
"Sorry my dad was such a huge nerd. At least it's not like, Alice Cooper or Gene Simmons or something."
"Your mom was okay with that?"
"My mom didn't plan on sticking around, so she was cool with anything."
"Oh, sorry."
"It's cool. Listen, I have to close up shop, or my boss will kill Bill- I mean, me. I appreciate the consolations though."
"See you around, Fatale."
"Peace out brother." I walked back to the shop, hung up my apron, threw the shattered pieces of Soul's album in the trash, and locked the front door. I stuffed my keys into my bag, and turned around to see that girl with five names. "Oh, hey."
Her pink hair was pulled into a ponytail now, and she glared at me. "It's all your fault! Now Kid's mad at me!"
"What did I do?" Seriously, I'm just the delivery person from the record store.
"He thinks I'm some sort of bitch or something, now, and he says that he was going to invite you to his party but never got the chance!" What's up with all the italics? Shit.
"Invite me? I don't even know you people. Please leave me alone." I turned in the direction of my house, and walked off.
"It's all your fault, bitch!" I ignored her, because I couldn't remember her name (which was really really long).
I walked down the street a couple blocks before running into Death the Kid again. He was with three girls, and seemed a little frazzled. I was going to try to pretend I didn't know him, but one of his little girlfriends bumped shoulders with me really really hard. She fell to the ground dramatically.
"Oh, sorry," I said and held out my hand for her. She frowned and her eyes filled up with tears. I looked for a second at her face, which was covered in peircings. Her hair was also jet black, with purple streaks in it.
"Kid! Did you see that? She pushed me down for no reason!" I held my hands up defensively.
"What? I didn't do anything! You people are crazy!"
"Haha! I like this girl!" A girl with short blonde hair walked up to me. "I'm Patty!"
Another girl that looked related to Patty walked up too. "I'm Liz."
"And I'm-"
"This is Death the Kid, and I am Marylin Friday!" The girl stood and interrupted Kid. Poor Kid. Hey. Why were all these girls hanging out with this rich kid? Did I miss something?
Liz and Patty glared at Marylin. Okay, so it wasn't just me. Phew.
"Teddy, I was wondering if you would come to my party? I feel bad for what happened-"
"Oh, that girl with ten names told me. I'll talk to my boss, but seriously... you don't have to invite me, if it's just for what happened today. I know it wasn't your fault."
"Um, how about I walk you home then?"
"Cheesy, but easy. Come, my child." I beckoned him to follow. Liz and Patty walked off, and dragged that Friday girl with them.
"So, what is this party for?"
"It's just something that I do once in a while." Oh yeah, he's rich.
"Okay. So why do all these girls follow you around? Like, are you their sugar daddy?"
"Liz and Patty are my weapons. Those other two girls are my friends, I guess. They drive me crazy, but as long as they don't ruin my symmetry, they can stick around."
"You don't sound too sure about the friend part. P.S. Symmetry? What's up with that?"
"It's my aesthetic, and the center of my being! I feel off-balance without it!" I decided not to mention the stripes in his hair. I'm sure I wasn't the only one who noticed.
"Well, thanks for walking me home. I'll see you around, Kid."
"Wait! Will you tell me whether you're going to my party or not? I need one more person to reach 88... the perfect number." I sighed.
"I will talk to my boss about it, but no promises. Music is a risky business." I waved, unlocked the door to my house, and went inside.