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A girl glanced up at the peculiar building that she had gotten used to seeing over time. Casting her eyes over the building, and then the long, never-ending stairs that would lead her to it, a grudging smile appeared on her face as she began to climb the stair case.
Abruptly, she stopped as what seemed to be a boy skateboarding through the air zoomed a few metres away from her, and at a quick speed no less. Her hair floated around at the sudden wind as she trailed her eyes over the black-clad figure disappearing in the distance.
Her name was Amaya Caddock. Her dark brown hair was messily pulled into a high ponytail, with the right portion of her bangs sticking out, and a red ribbon that tied her hair was equally sloppy- the slight bow she tied was crooked, and the ribbon was terribly crinkled, though a nice color. When one looked into her eyes, they would be obliged not to talk about the pale blue color, but about the fact that her eyes looked like it would close shut any moment. She wore a black cardigan over the school's given blouse, skirt and tie, but even those looked like a rebellious outfit when she wore them.
In other words... She was probably the sloppiest student who ever entered the EAT class in Death Weapon Meister Academy. Maybe it was lucky of her, given that she did not attract attention, and therefore didn't attract trouble.
(Amaya quite liked the notion of not getting in trouble with other people, she couldn't be bothered to resolve unnecessary conflicts).
However, things wouldn't stay lucky for long, because this was the Death Weapon Meister Academy, where trouble was just begging to be uncovered.
Soul 'Eater' Evans- one of her first ever friends in this strange academy full of meisters and weapons.
It was a miracle that she had made any friends at all, especially somebody like Soul, who was popular with the girls (especially of the younger batch). The way they met was strange as well, while they were climbing the insufferably long staircase in front of the academy.
It was only through Soul that she managed to get even remotely acquainted with several others, Maka Albarn, a hardworking girl in their class with neat ash blonde hair fastened nicely into two thin pigtails, with deep green eyes... Black Star, an overly-loud kid whom she had resolved to avoid, Tsubaki, the poor and kind-hearted demon weapon who had to put up with Black Star's antics...
And of course, the person she found nearly as infuriating as Black Star himself.
Storm Fletcher, a tall boy with dark chocolate brown hair and slate grey eyes. He was rather popular, but apparently, (in her opinion) everyone who was well-known had to be somewhat insufferable as well.
Amaya still found it disappointing that she hadn't paired up with Soul- Both of them got along fairly well, but apparently their laid-back wavelengths wouldn't do any good to each other. Upon further reflection, she decided that Maka and Soul was a better pairing than herself and Soul, Maka's hardworking personality and Soul's laid-back one complimenting each other.
Imagine Amaya's surprise when Storm Fletcher asked her to be his meister, just out of the blue. She found it surprising, considering that they had never interacted in any way before. Not only that, she thought that she was supposed to be the invisible person no one noticed, considering she did nothing but sleep during class.
But boy, did Storm get on her nerves sometimes. Maybe it was the fact that he would be her weapon partner from now on, or maybe it as the fact that his personality was complete opposite of her own, and it just rubbed her the wrong way.
Amaya sighed.
"Hey, Aya, let's go train!"
Shutting her eyes, Amaya promptly ignored her partner as she continued to lie down on the table. Class had ended about 5 minutes ago, and already that boy was bothering her? Furthermore, why was he calling her 'Aya'?
A smack on her back caused her to jolt up as she turned around, glaring daggers at Storm, who had a cheery smile plastered upon his face. A few tables behind and outside the door, she could see his fans just staring at him with wide, heart-filled eyes.
Giving a yawn, she stretched slightly before leaning back in her chair, crossing her arms defiantly.
"I can't be bothered to train right now... Go away, will you?"
The cheery smile on Storm's face widened dangerously as Amaya noted the twitch at the side of his mouth.
Without a word, he yanked her from her chair and hauled her over his shoulder. Growling, she glared at the back of his head before looking around the classroom, where Maka was disinterestedly reading a book and Soul was leaning against the back of his chair, looking remotely amused.
"Oi, put me down, Storm, I don't want to be slaughtered by your fangirls."
She felt him grin widely as he didn't bother, instead only lifting her higher. Amaya sighed in resignment.
"If you're going to kidnap me, at least carry me properly... I don't fancy the thought of you walking down the corridor with my bottom sticking out like that."
A sense of satisfaction struck her when she felt him twitch slightly in irritation, before he switched to carrying her bridal style. Admittedly, it was funny watching him look forward determinedly, pink tinting his face, just to avoid looking her in the face. Shaking her head, she covered her mouth and yawned as she stated.
"If you're so embarrassed about carrying me, then just put me down. It's not like I'm going to bother running away when you've already dragged me all the way out here, you know."
Amaya smiled when Storm abandoned the gentlemanly act and promptly dropped her, stepping over her as he continued to walk hurriedly, as if he had to reach the training area in less than a minute.
Wincing, she climbed up to follow him into the training area, with him poking at her to walk faster all the way there.