Chapter 1

A Hidden Kishin

My first Ouran and Soul Eater fic. I do not own both. Only my oc, Joy.

Why did I get mixed up in this? Oh yeah. To get me closer to my goal. My dream. To become a Death scythe. Oh. You're probably wondering what's going on. You see…I'm not like normal people. I'm…something else. A Weapon. That's right. A Weapon. A scythe to be accurate.

My name is Joy Cress. Yeah. Great name. Anyway. I go to a very unique school in Nevada. The Death Weapon Meister Academy or DWMA for short. It's sort of your typical school with a few adjustments. You see…the academy wasn't built solely for basic education. No. This is where Weapons and their wielders, the Meisters, come and learn how to focus and increase their power.

There are various Weapons and Meisters, all with one purpose: to hunt and annihilate Kishin. Kishin are a kind of demon that thrives on madness and chaos. They feed on human souls to increase their power. Only Weapons, wielded by their Meisters, can defeat these monsters. There's also an added bonus.

You see…the academy was founded by Lord Death. Yes, that Lord Death. And in order to help protect the world from the Kishin, Lord Death informed the first Weapon/Meister pairs that if a Weapon defeats 99 Kishins and eat their soul eggs, then defeat a witch, who are also our enemies, and eat its soul, then the Weapon would become a Death scythe, a personal Weapon for Lord Death.

Since then, many Weapons and Meisters graduated from the DWMA, but only a few were able to become Death scythes. Each Death scythe is stationed to a continent, which they monitor for and exterminate Kishins in the area. My grandmother was a Death scythe and was considered one of the best. Thus, started the journey towards my dream. Even going as far as taking on missions even though I had no Meister.

However, there was one thing that the DWMA hadn't prepared me for.

It began a couple of weeks ago, when I was called into the Death Room (which is basically the principal's office) for a special assignment. When I arrived, I was greeted by Lord Death.

"Ah. Joy. Welcome. I trust that things are going well." He inquired.

I nodded as I gave a light bow.

"Everything's fine, Lord Death. But what is the reason why you called me here? All I got was that it was Kishin related."

"Straight to the point as always, eh Joy? Very well. As you know, the ultimate Kishin, Asura, has escaped and there has been unusual Kishin-related problems throughout the world. And there has been an even unusual one in Japan that I feel that you are the one to handle it."

I raised my eyebrow at this.

"Lord Death, if it's in Japan, why doesn't Azusa or Garan handle it? I mean, why me?"

Azusa and Garan are two of Lord Death's Death scythes that are in charge of Asia. Japan is in Azusa's territory, which is East Asia. It made more sense for her to handle it then me.

"Normally, that would be true. But Azusa as well as the other Death scythes are hard at work with the Asura situation. Also, this is both an unusual and delicate mission. One that requires stealth and a bit of undercover work. Traits that are your specialty."

Ok. He had me there. I was known as the Weapon with a Thousand Faces because of my ability to disguise myself convincingly. I pretend to be a possible prey to lure Kishin before I strike. Thus also giving me the second nickname "The Hunter."

"So…what are the details of this assignment?" I asked.

He then explained.

"There have been reports of Kishin presences in Tokyo, mainly around an elite private school called Ouran Academy. But the strange thing is that the presence flickers."

"Flickers?"

"Yes. It's if the person who has the Kishin energy is either on the edge or is an intelligent Kishin and can hide their presence. Normally, we'd try to find and defeat the Kishin right away. But with it covering its tracks, we'll need an agent within the place where it has been reported."

"This Ouran Academy?" I asked.

"Yes. I want you to enter the school as a scholarship student and take care of this Kishin. There are some things I need to tell you about the academy though." Lord Death spoke.

"And that is?"

"Ouran is a private school for those with high social status and wealth. It has been only a year since they began to send scholarships applications out to other schools, including those in the middle class. The DWMA will work with the Ouran dean to tend to your living expenses. But the scholarship will take care of your tuition. And there's a time limit."

"Time limit?"

"You will have a year to find and defeat the Kishin without letting the students know of your real objectives. We can't have a panic when there's a Kishin on the loose, now can we?"

"No." I replied.

"So then, will you take up this mission to Ouran?" He asked me.

I gave it some hard thought. I would rather be helping out trying to hunt down Asura with the other students and staff, but I need to up my soul count. I currently have a total of 78 Kishin souls within me. Only 21 more and that witch's soul to become a Death scythe. And it's been a while since I had a challenge. Disguise myself and infiltrate a school for rich kids to find a Kishin that was difficult to track? Sounds right up my alley.

"Where do I sign for a scholarship?"

Two weeks later. At Ouran Academy...

That had been two weeks ago. I had to fill out the application, wait for a response from Ouran, and pack my bags. Now, here I was. In Japan, going to school in one of the most prestigious schools in the world. Since it was the first day and I couldn't afford the uniform (thank God for that. That yellow dress was absolutely hideous. A complete monstrosity.) I went in my casual clothing.

I was dressed in a green camouflage t-shirt and black jeans. I had my long, red hair in a high ponytail and black combat boots on my feet. I was also wearing a set of emerald earrings and a matching emerald pendent to match. I also wore a thick leather band on my right wrist.

I was dressed for combat with a bit of flair added into the mix. I didn't care about my looks, especially when there's a Kishin involved. The first place I went to was the dean's office, where I met the dean: Yuzuru Suoh. The middle-aged man looked up from his desk and at me. He then spoke with a kindly smile.

"Ah. You must be the American who has come to deal with the…problem."

I knew what he meant by problem. Even in this care-free-looking world, the worry for his students about the Kishin was alight in his eyes.

"Yes. I'm Joy Cress. Weapon Class: Scythe. Third-ranking student at the Death Weapon Meister Academy." I introduced myself.

I didn't know how to act toward a wealthy person, much less the Ouran dean. So I introduced myself in a mixture of formal and military style.

Dean Suoh chuckled as he spoke again.

"No need to be so formal, Miss Cress. Now, will you call upon Lord Death for me? I'm afraid I am not accustomed to not talking to him on the telephone."

I nodded and went to a hanging mirror that was hung in the dean's office. I breathed on the mirror, making it foggy, and begin to write on it with my finger.

"42-42-564 whenever you want to knock on Death's door."

When was finished, the mirror began to ripple until it showed the Death Room back at the DWMA. And there, ready to greet us, was Lord Death.

"Weapon Joy reporting in with Dean Suoh, Lord Death."

"Ah, Joy. Long time no see. I see that you made it to Japan ok."

He then looked to the dean.

"Dean Yuzuru Suoh, I presume?"

"You presume correctly, Lord Death. And I must say that it is an honor having one of your students visit Ouran Academy."

"Well technically, Weapon Joy will only be here for a year as a scholarship student. Even though she will be attending classes here, she will still keep an eye out for that mysterious Kishin. Even after she defeats the Kishin, she will finish out her year hear as well as help out with other Kishin incidences that might occur in the future."

"Understood. She will be attending as a 2nd year student and I have asked a classmate of hers to guide her around Ouran."

"Very good."

They then looked to me.

"Joy. I think it's time you should be getting to class. I'll discuss what's going on with Dean Suoh some more."

"Of course." I replied.

Then the Dean spoke to me.

"The student guiding you, Haruhi Fujioka, will give you your class schedule when you meet up. She-he will be here in a few minutes."

"Ok." I said.

"And remember. You must not tell anyone what you really are and the real reason why you're here unless absolutely necessary. Otherwise, tell the dean what it might be." Death told me.

I nodded and headed out the door, leaving the dean and Death alone.

I then sat down on a bench in the hall and pulled out my mp3 player and turned it on to Resonance. (A/N: In case you're wondering, that's the theme for the first opening of Soul Eater.) I waited for what seemed to be ten minutes when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I tensed up, thinking it was the Kishin, but breathed a sigh of relief to find that it was only a student.

To my surprise, the student in front of me was a girl, but she was wearing the boy's uniform. She had short hair and big brown eyes that almost convinced me that she was a boy. Turning off my mp3 player and taking off my headphones, I looked at the student.

"Yes?"

The girl then asked me in English.

"Is your name Joy Cress?" I nodded.

"Yes. And I take that you must be Miss Haruhi Fujioka?"

The girl I correctly assumed was Haruhi jumped back in surprise.

"You-you can tell?"

I raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah~? I can tell by your facial features. High cheekbones, big brown eyes, the works that clearly belong to a girl or an extremely feminine boy."

Getting over her shock, Haruhi then bowed in front of me, shaking like a leaf.

"Please don't tell anyone. It's a long story and I—."

"Ok! Ok! I won't say anything!" I exclaimed, my hands up in defense.

"But tell me. Why are you dressed as a boy? If there's a special condition, I want in."

She looked at me like I had developed a third eye for a moment. Then calmed down and sat down on the bench, explaining her tale.

"You see…one the first day of school a year ago, I was trying to find a quiet place to study when I met this group of guys that call themselves a Host Club. To summarize, I accidentally broke an 8 million yen vase and now I have to pay it back by working as a host in the Host Club. Of course, none of the guys in the club knew at the time that I was a girl, so I'm kinda stuck like this until either graduation or I paid off my debt."

My eyes widened at the tale before I asked a simple question.

"How much in 8 million yen in U.S. dollars? I may have gotten a scholarship, but my math is terrible."

"About $102,406.52."

My jaw dropped at the amount. 103 grand for a single vase? These people are insane with wealth.

"So you're a scholarship student? So am I."

I looked at Haruhi even more surprised.

"You mean…you not one of these rich dopes?"

She laughed at my nickname for these people.

"Nope. My dad doesn't make enough money to send me here. I won the scholarship last year."

We spent the entire day talking in between classes and even lunch. I didn't tell Haruhi about my "occupation" in Death City, but I did open up a little to her and soon enough, I was finding her as a good friend.

At the end of the day after our last class, I bid Haruhi farewell as she headed for the Host Club. But as I was packing my things, I found that Haruhi left her notebook and pencil case behind. Since I had nothing better to do but report to Dean Suoh and Lord Death, I decided to take the time and return Haruhi's belongings.

I asked a couple of the students where I could find Haruhi and they directed me to a seemingly abandoned music room on the third floor of the academy. Had I been smart, I would have waited for one of the future customers to take the stuff in for me. But I went ahead and grabbed the door handle, turned it, and was greeted by a spiral of rose petals and seven silhouettes and a word that would signal of the most interesting adventure of my life.

"Welcome."

Chapter 1-Complete.

Next time: Joy get the shock of her life as she comes face-to-face with the infamous Host Club. But when she breaks a similar vase as was in Haruhi's tale...can Joy survive as a the first ever Host Club Hostess? And will we learn more about this mysterious Kishin?

Stay tuned! ;)

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