A/N: Hey, this is Shicol with my first story on here. I wrote the first 4 chapters with a friend in school and I wanted to publish it. So, here goes, if you like it, READ AND REVIEW‼
Prologue
There was once a world where there was only one institution to defend it, the Death Weapon Meister Academy. This is the story of just a few of the weapon and meister teams at the school. But, first you need to know why the DWMA was founded in the first place. There was once a Kishin by the name of Asura. He ate his weapon and spread his madness throughout the world until Shinigami-sama defeated him and sealed Asura in his own skin. The school was created to train meisters & weapons to combat those who have strayed from the path of humanity before their Kishin souls can be completed and so that an incident like this never happens again.
The story starts when a girl comes back to Death City. Her father & sister live here, twins to be exact, & the reunion isn't the happiest…
"Soul-kun, I'm here. I finally feel that we have accomplished something by leaving that God-forsaken place." I say to myself as I climb up the steps of the DWMA for the first time. As I walk up the steps, I begin to think about when I first found out I was a meister. I was walking down the street when I found a knife on the ground. I picked it up and I started to feel a connection to the knife, as if it was just another part of me or something like that. Then the knife flashed white and I threw it down. I saw it turn into a person and I freaked out and ran back to my house, where the worst parents and brother ever lived with us.
Soul & I basically raised each other. Why you ask? It was because out douchebag of an older brother, Wes was always paid more attention to than us. Our parents didn't like us, so if we ever did anything wrong, it was responded to with verbal abuse on how Wes could always do better than us. Yeah, they abused us while they treated Wes like he was the 2nd coming of Jesus or something. It affected Soul much more than if affected me. He was the main target of our parents, and he grew up with an inferiority complex because of it. I couldn't stand to see Soul like that, so when we turned 11, we left the torture chamber and went to Death City to join the DWMA. That is where we met our best friends…and the loves of our lives, Liz Thompson for me, and his love, my best friend, Cella Albarn, twin sister of Maka Albarn.
But, the divorce of her parents took Cella away from him before Soul could tell her how he felt. Her mom left town taking her with her, leaving her dad & her sister. Maka & Soul became partners, and I was left to do my studies and was also forced to be a substitute meister, unable to go on missions unless Maka was injured. I was never able to match wavelengths with anyone so I remained weaponless. It wasn't until 4 years later, the process of things were able to progress. When SHE came back home…
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