Shinigami Witch

by Little Bookwyrm

A student comes to Shibusen; she's returning with her two Weapons, but she is far from being normal. She is smart and, according to Kid, perfectly Symmetrical, so just who is she? The answer will shake Shibusen and turn it upside-down.

Prologue: The Masked Witched

It was nighttime in Death City, the heat of the day sun having given way to the cold of the night. The moon was high up, almost as if was watching the activities of the nighttime inhabitants.

Everyone had long retired to bed, after a long day of Kishin-egg hunting, all thinking—and stressing—about the upcoming day.

That is, except one.

On the top of a lone power-line pole, a shadowy figure stood; she was garbed in what appeared to be a red maid's uniform with the absence of the apron and lace head set. Instead, a large, red, brimmed hat sat atop a head of black hair fashioned into a bob, red elbow-length gloves on the arms, and high-heeled boots of matching color that reached to her shins with what looked like small, silver bat wings on the heels.

Around the neck was a red ascot with a clasp that was shaped like a dragon head, and on her face was a white, masquerade mask that hid her upper face from prying eyes.

"Death City," the girl muttered to herself, almost with relief and joy.

"It's good to be home."