Disclaimer: Do I really have to tell you guys I don't own Soul Eater? Am I speaking Japanese right now/ I think not. But still, I don't own Soul Eater
Beginning
Well, here I am in Death City. It was a long flight to get here, but here I am. Kind of weird looking to be honest. Oh shit, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Brandon Pazzo, a 14-year-old boy. I'm 5'6" and 120 lbs. I moved to Death City after my parents learned I was a meister. Little did I know, my parents were meisters back when they were my age. After they graduated the academy, they moved to America and decided to never talk about it again. Of course, as soon as I started showing the traits of a meister, they sent me off to the DWMA. So, here I am.
The taxi dropped me off at an apartment I presumed to be mine. The place is pretty spacious actually, despite the looks from the outside. It had a cooking area, a couch, a TV, and 2 bedrooms. I immediately unpacked all of my clothes (not that much), and flipped on the TV. After watching stand-up comedies until 11, I realized I had to go to school the next day. Well, crap.
Wake up at 6, shower, brush my teeth, dress, eat breakfast, and I'm out the door. I'm not that noticeable, but I do have one unique thing about me. I wear an open plaid shirt with a graphic-T underneath it, jeans, and sneakers, no matter the weather.
So I start walking up to the academy, and there's this black, ameba-almost looking thing wearing a skull mask shouting around "Hi-ya" and "Hey-ya". I'm guessing this is Shinigami-sama. Weird. So, I'm walking along, and realize "Oh crap, I don't have a weapon." As soon as I thought that, a girl walked up to me. She was a brunette, wearing a sleeveless tank top and a short dress with stripes on it. "Who are you?" I ask. "Clair, I'm a weapon" she responds. 'Ok…what kind of weapon are you?" I ask. "A revolver". In my mind: "OH FUCK YEA!" In reality: "Oh really? That's cool". "So…"she starts, and I end "…Do I want to be your meister? Sure." 'REALLY?" She screams. "Yeah, just keep it down a bit, would ya?" "Oh, sure." Just my luck, I get stuck with a wack-job. Luck of the Italian and that much of Luck o' The Irish, eh?
So I walk into class, and realize, "CRAP. I forgot my books at home." And of course, my teacher is none other than the acclaimed Dr. Stein, who I've already been hearing rumors about. I really hope they aren't true. I take my seat, and he asks, "Pazzo, where are your books?" Oh Shit. "I left them at home, sir." TWANG! I look to my left, there is a FUCKING SCAPLE buried about 2 inches into the wood-work. Stein says "Next time, I won't miss." Fuck. Note to self, if I want to live, remember my books.
We were all going through class when I keep seeing this blondish chick with a black coat and a tie keeps staring at me. Bell rings, and I find my way to her asking "Why did you keep staring at me in class?" She responds, "No reason, I was just confused about something," and she walks away. Well, great. It's only my first day, and I already have a stalker. Fuck. I was on my way out, when Stein appears out of no where. "What are you?" he asks. "What do you mean?" in response. "I mean, what are you? Your soul is very….intriguing," with the last word giving a kind of "I-want-to-dissect-you tone." "What do you mean?" "I mean, your soul is completely split in two. One side is cool, calm, and analyzing, appearing white, while the other half seems depressed, aggressive, and destructive, appearing black." Well, Shit. It's only my first day and someone knows my secret. "Truth be told, I'm half insane. I was driven to the brink half-way, and then brought back." "Ah" and he walks away. What the hell is with this school and everyone walking away? I meet up with Clair, and it looks like she was almost waiting for me. "Oh, there you are!" running to me, waving. "Uh…hi." Why was she waiting for me? 'Why were you waiting for me?" She says with a kinda nervous tone "I…kinda…don't have any other friends." Bombshell. Boom. "Why don't you have any other friends?" I asked, now intrigued. "I don't have friends because nearly everyone else is a sword of scythe or something, aside from those bitchy Thompson Sisters.
I know I'm gonna get hate mail, but I kind of need this for plot development
"Really? People don't like you only because you're a gun?" "Well…yea…" Fucking cruel world ain't it. "That really sucks. Hey, how about you transform, and I can see what type of revolver you are?" "Okay." She puts her hand in mine, and I was about to say "Whoa, a little fast, eh?", but she started glowing and turned into a fucking .44 magnum with a custom carving/paint job on the entire gun. I was expecting it to be at least a little heavy, but it was as light as a feather. The gun had alternating Black and white stripes every inch or so, including the chamber and grip. I decided to shoot it (her?), and instead of a bullet coming out, a compressed black/white ball came out. 'What the hell?" I wondered out loud, when (guess who) Stein came up behind me. I wheel around, and I'm facing him face to face, with the barrel nearly up his nose. "I bet your wondering how that works." He says. "Well, yea," I said. "It shoots an incredibly compressed amount of your soul when you fire Clair." "But then, doesn't that mean I'm draining my soul?" in response. "No, because the parts of your soul fired regenerate, given the right amount of time afterward." Well. Now I feel retarded. "You may not think of yourself much now, but soon enough, you will do something big." Great. Now he's fuckin Dr. Seuss.
I get home, and apparently Clair's parents are away (for good), so now she has to live with me in the other bedroom. Crap. I was kinda looking forward to having this place to myself. Well, whatever. Guess I might as well move my books to the table so I don't forget them tomorrow. I do NOT want to become a shish kabob because of Stein.
Well, first chapter is done. I'm kind of new at this so IM me any ideas, or comment. It always means a lot to me. Plus, please no hate , people may say I'm going insane. I say they don't know me, because I've been insane for a while now.