Hello, readers! Please enjoy my first fanfic! (*angel choir sings*) Yes! Exciting! So let's begin our journey into Pretty is Pain.
Also, I apologize for I am going to take a long time to get into the real story's plot, but hopefully it's a fun ride along the way. I will try to update often, because I love you all!
Chapter One: For Dairy Queen!
"Ikiru! What the hell are we doing?"
"I'm not even sure, but we can't just let that thing get away! Change into weapon form!"
"But-"
"Hurry!"
"Fine!"
Kage had never really been good under pressure… or any kind of danger. I felt kind of bad, possibly putting him at risk like this, but I would have felt worse letting whatever that monster is get away with killing that woman and go off to possibly kill more.
It was terrible. A lanky, eight-foot-tall creature with jet-black skin and these white spikes protruding down its spine. It also had these two, long white blades on its wrists that Kage and I saw it use to slice off a woman's head as she was walking in the mall parking lot.
It was ten PM when we arrived with a Massive Dairy Queen craving and left a half hour later at closing. That's when we saw this creature literally jump out of the shadows and cut off that poor lady's head, which he attached to this large metal chain hanging around his neck that possessed an array of other decapitated women's heads. If that wasn't disturbing enough, he swallowed this odd blue orb that appeared over her shortly after her death.
Insane, I know. I didn't really believe it yet either.
When he ran off, Kage and I just looked at each other in a sort of dumbstruck horror and walked over to the body. It was then that I noticed the Dairy Queen uniform she was wearing and realized that she was the one who had served us our ice cream. That's when I knew this bastard had to be stopped. By us.
I sprinted after him and Kage followed, unaware of what the hell I had in mind.
Okay, now that you're caught up in how it all came to this, let's get back to the present.
A dark green light engulfed Kage's body when he began changing form and fell into my hand as he became the handle of a spiky ball on a chain known as a flial. He looked heavy, but still astounded me by how light he felt as I swung him around a few times as practice. Then I remembered that he'd only changed like this with me three times before.
I followed the monster into a dark alley that I knew had a dead end. Good. He will have to fight, I won't let him get away.
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I don't own Soul Eater, though I do own some fish, a bed, a television, and an evil version of myself (her name is acissej. Creative, I know). Just not Soul Eater *whimper* . Well, see you soon for the next installment and be sure to praise/flame/or simply PM me to start up a random conversation about anything, as I am always open to those! (it may be awhile before I reply though, so patience is appreciated) Bye!