Full Summery:
Marilyn Death is the daughter of Lord Death himself, unknown twin of Death the Kid, but never accepted it and ran away at a young age, meeting her lifetime weapon partner, Jaden.
Jaden is cursed one day to be forever asleep in his weapon form. Resenting her father for not telling her who did it, Mari had moved out of Death City for seven years, but now Lord Death is willing to tell her who it was on the condition she returns to Death City. What will happen to our protagonist as she slowly learns the awful truth about hers and Jaden's past, and what will happen to the peace that the DWMA had finally felt now that the threat of Ashura is gone, now that Mari has returned?
"Jaden, I'm home," Mari called, walking through the door and into the seemingly empty house. She sighed and set the groceries down on the table. Her small, two story house was messy and the television had been left on from when she left to go shopping. She walked into the bathroom and checked her hair. She nodded, seeing it was still securely fastened in it's mousy brown up-do. She adjusted her large spectacles and then went back into the living room. She turned off the television and grabbed a book from her shelf.
As she was sitting down, the sound of something hitting the ground came to her. She slowly set down her book and glanced over at the door to the dining room, and small sounds of foot steps resounded through the room, growing louder with each passing moment. She straightened up and casually went into the hallway and towards the back room. She opened the door and went into the small bedroom. There were old posters of rock bands and women in bathing suits littering the walls, and dust was collecting on the unmade bed and shelves with CD's and CD Players. The only thing that was clean and well polishes in the room was a long scythe with a thin red line of metal going across its sharp edge as well as a second small blade jutting out of the other side of the handle with a similar red band. It almost looked like there was blood on it's blade. It was perched on two hooks screwed into the wall, leaving it hanging horizontally by it's handle. On the top of it, carved into the metal was the name "Jaden".
Mari stared at the scythe for a few moments before going over to it and pulling it down from it's perch like it weighed nothing. "I promise, I'll change you back somehow Jaden," she whispered. A loud crash came from the living room, and she went out into the hall. Three men walked into the hall, two armed with guns. Mari glared down at them, and looked at their souls. "Kishin Eggs, huh? How did you three get in here?" she asked.
"Enough talk little girl, and we promise to make your death quick and painless," the unarmed one sneered. Mari rolled her eyes at him.
"Give me a break will ya? I swear something must be wrong with the barrier if you losers can get in here," she scoffed. The two men raised their guns and fired. Mari ran at them, using the scythe to block the bullets. She swiftly cut down the gunmen and dodged past the third and into the living room. The man smiled at her.
"You can fight even in tight quarters I see. You are no ordinary meister," the man said to her. Mari simply spun her scythe in one slow motion to change her grip, so as to adjust to the more open area. The man punched the floor and his shape changed. His torso grew out of his shirt and he grew about three feet taller, towering over her and touching the ceiling. His eyes turned red and slitted, and his grin widened until it literally went from ear to ear. "You are a good candidate for my 50th soul," he spoke loudly, his voice low and guttural.
Mari lunged out and sliced down in one smooth motion, cutting straight through him without a speck of blood on her. "You talk to much," she muttered. The Kishin guy stood there for a second before his halves split apart and hit the ground with a loud thunk. She sighed and flicked the scythe quickly, the traces of blood left on it flicking off onto the floor. She gathered the three Kishin souls and held them up. "Konso," she muttered. A light flashed and the souls were gone. "That makes you three my 123rd souls. 49 souls? You were barely worth the time." she thought for a second and then sighed. "123. The numbers are in perfect order. That's just great," she said sarcastically.
She sighed again and walked up the stairs to the mirror room. She only went into this room on important occasions, and this was one of them. Mirrors of all kinds littered the room. Some sat on the ground and held up by empty boxes. Some mirrors were hung on the wall, bent and hung in no particular order. She leaned her scythe against the door and went up the largest mirror on the far wall. It was a full-body mirror with gold surrounding it's reflective surface. A white skull carving sat on the top with it's edged teeth pointing into the mirror a bit. It was held up to the wall, but clawed feet like what you see on one of those gigantic bathtubs were on the bottom of it and lodged into the wood flooring. She set her finger on the mirrors surface and began tracing numbers.
42-42-564 whenever you want to knock on Death's door.
Bing... Bing... Bing...
"Hi, hiya, wassup wassup!" Lord Death greeted cheerfully through the mirror. Mari stared blankly at Lord Death, and then after a moment recognition went over him. "Ah, Mari my dear, good to see ya! I didn't recognize you with your disguise on! How's it going, how have you been? "
"Cut the act Death," she said to him. "You know I'm not interested in formalities. Not with you."
"I don't see why you insist on not calling me 'Dad' or 'Father' or something like that," Lord Death said to her.
"Calling you that would show that I hold respect for you, which I don't. You are no father to me," she said through clenched teeth, saying the word 'father' like saying the word meant tearing off a limb.
"Ah yes well, time can change people," Lord Death sighed. Mari rolled her eyes. "So what is it you need?"
"Pre-Kishin got into my house... Again," she said. Lord Death gave her a look of confusion.
"I see, don't know how it could be happening," he said.
"Bull, you know how they are getting in you liar," she snapped at him.
"Well, I don't see why you continue to demand living outside of Death City," Lord Death said sadly.
"You know why. I refuse to live under your jurisdiction. When Jaden was cursed, I came to you for help. I know you know how to change him back, but you refuse to help him," she yelled.
"I haven't told you anything because it is what is best for you-."
"What's best for me? What about what is best for Jaden? He had been frozen in his weapon form for almost seven years! You know how to fix him, and you won't even tell me who it was that cursed him!"
Lord Death was silent, a hand to his mask in thought. Then he nodded. "I think you are right. I have been keeping to much from you. Very well, I'll admit it. I know who cursed your weapon partner-"
"His name is Jaden," she corrected.
"Who cursed Jaden, and I'm going to tell you how to lift the curse," Lord Death said. Mari's eyes lit up. "To lift the curse, you have to soak Jaden's entire blade in the blood of the one who cursed him."
"You have seen how large Jaden's blade is right? I would have to kill the guy to do it."
"Exactly why I didn't want to tell you who cursed him. I didn't think you could handle it."
"I'm a grim reaper! I can handle killing someone. I've just taken out three evil humans," Mari said to him.
"Yes, but the one who cursed Jaden isn't a evil human," Lord Death said to her.
"Then who and where is this person?" she asked. "Don't skip around the question this time. I can handle it."
Lord Death sighed, as if he was regretting telling her the truth. "Alright then, he lives here in Death City, and he's a grim reaper. His name is Death the Kid."
Mari raised an eyebrow at Lord Death. She never heard of Death the Kid before, nor ever heard of there being more than one grim reaper than him and, some day, her. It didn't matter though, all that mattered was the fact that he was the one who cursed Jaden.
"So he lives in Death City, then that's where I'll go," Mari said.
"Hold up, you are in Missouri right now. How are you going to travel half way across the country," Lord Death asked.
"The mirror of course. That's how I got here, it's how I'll come back," she answered him.
"Whoa now, I have some conditions before I let you use the mirror transport," Lord Death said, putting his over-sized hands up in defense. Mari stared at him, waiting patiently for him to spit it out. "You have to stay in Death City for here on out, and you need to enroll into the DWMA."
Mari glared at him. It's bad enough I'm just going back to Death City, now I have to stay there? Is it worth it? She looked over at Jaden and her mind was set. It's worth it.
"Fine," she said. "I'll come through when I'm all packed up.
Mari wrote the number onto the mirror again and waited for Lord Death to answer. Once he appeared in the mirror, she pulled her two travel cases to the mirror."I'll help you," Lord Death offered, his hands about to penetrate the mirror. Without wasting a second, Mari had Jaden's blade in front of her bags and ready to cut off a finger.
"Don't come through the mirror or I'll cut off whatever does comes through," Mari threatened, glaring coldly at him. Lord Death just sighed and pulled away from the mirror some. She knew he wasn't intimidated by her, but she didn't care. The more hatred she showed him the more she felt he would understand how much she detested the sight of him.
She leaned Jaden against the wall and lifted up her first bag, which held all her clothes. She hefted it up with little difficulty and threw it through the mirror. In the reflection she watched the bag hit the white ground and skid to a stop a foot or two away from the mirror. Then she grabbed her smaller bag with all her necessities in it and threw it out too, watching it bounce loudly over to where Lord Death stood.
She grabbed Jaden and looked back at the room. She wasn't sure, but she didn't think she would be seeing this little house she considered home for a long time. She sighed and turned back. She let Jaden's blade go into the mirror first, the surface rippling like water. Then she took a step into the mirror, closed her eyes and went through, the only sign to her that she went through was the momentary flash of cold that went over her as she passed through the mirror.
"Mari, you're looking well," Death Scythe greeted. Mari actually liked Death Scythe, he was quirky and made her laugh when he goofed up. The only problem he had was his love for women, but he was married last she saw him, so things had been going good for him.
"Nice to see you D.S.," she greeted, smiling for the first time since she had called Lord Death. "How's married life been treating you?"
Death Scythe's face turned sad. "Well, we had a divorce," he said. Mari shook her head in disappointment.
"Sorry to hear that," she said to him. He nodded and went to the other side of the circular platform area to sit and mope about it.
"Well, now that you're here. I've arranged for someone to pick up your luggage and take it to Hollows Manor," Lord Death said. Mari stiffened and turned back to glare at him.
"No," she said, her voice thin and threatening.
"Oh, but Marilyn, you can't expect me to make you stay in the academy's extra rooms," Lord Death said worriedly.
"Don't call me Marilyn," Mari hissed. She could hear Death Scythe shift uneasily behind her. "And I don't need your hospitality. I'm not poor; I can rent an apartment somewhere nearby." Mari picked up her essentials bag and walked over to Death Scythe. "D.S., would you mind escorting me around until I get the hang of Death City again?"
Death Scythe stood up and glance over at Lord Death for confirmation, and he nodded. Death Scythe smiled to her and grabbed her other bag and dragged it along as he followed her out of the Death Room.
There were a few students in the hallways of the DWMA, and most of them stopped and whispered as she and Death Scythe passed them. Mari payed them no mind. "D.C. Do you know where I can get a hold of a news paper? I need to find myself an apartment as soon as possible."
"There's no need for that, I know this great place already that has some apartments available," Death Scythe said to her.
"Oh, that's perfect. Let's go there now," she said. There was silence for a bit, save for the questioning whispers about why Death Scythe was following Mari around. As they began walking down the steps of DWMA, Mari spoke up again. "D.S., Do you know a Death the Kid?"
Death Scythe didn't answer right away, as if he was pondering something.
"I know of him," he said. Mari scowled but didn't turn around to check his expression. His voice was enough to give away that he to had known something about what had happened to Jaden.
"Tell me about him. What does he look like? What is his current weapon? What does he specialize in?" she asked.
"Slow down, would you? I can't answer that all at once. How about we wait until we arrange to get your apartment and then we can sit down with a nice cup of tea and talk about your suicidal plans," Death Scythe said, his voice irritated. Mari went silent, processing what he had just said. He didn't know that he had already gave her information about Death the Kid.
He's obviously strong if Death Scythe says what I'm attempting is suicidal. That doesn't worry me much. He doesn't realize how strong I've grown these past six years. Now I know not to underestimate my enemy, although that should be obvious.
"Now that I'm settled in somewhat," Mari started, setting down two cups of tea and settling herself in the chair opposite of Death Scythe at the small table. The apartment complex had turned out to be quite strange apart from the Missouri buildings she had been used to. It was deformed and had sectioned jutting out from the main part of the building, and it looked like it shouldn't be structurally sound, but Death Scythe and the landlord both assured her it was perfectly safe to live in. The apartment in itself was pretty spacious and neat; a two bedroom upon request and a pretty decent kitchen and living room considering that it was an apartment.
"Ah yes, you still want to know about Death the Kid." Death Scythe took a swig of tea before looking at her seriously. Mari watched him blankly, completely serious and focused on the task at hand. She had to learn about her foe. Since he was a grim reaper like her, he wasn't going to be defeated easily.
Death Scythe leaned over and set a picture down on the table, then slouched back in his chair a little and crossed his arms. Mari took the picture and examined him, and was slightly shocked by it. He had dark black hair and golden eyes, and was dressed orderly and was smirking at the camera like he owned the world. It irritated the hell out of her. The only thing she found interesting about him were the three white streaks in his hair, which lined up horizontally and ran across half his head. This interesting was not a good one.
Mari put down the picture face down, as to not be distracted by it as Death Scythe began to talk to her. "Death the Kid is a grim reaper, as you probably already know. His main weapons of choice are a pair of twin pistols named Elizabeth and Patricia Thompson."
Thompson? Where do I know that name from? They couldn't be those Thompson sisters that I had hung around a little after I had ran away, could they?
"He is also an attending student at the DWMA," Death Scythe added. Mari was thrown out of her musings at that sentence. She stood up in shock. "Don't act so surprised. He's the same age as you after all."
"I have been force to attend classes with that bastard?" she yelled in outrage. She slammed her fist on the table. "Damn that old man. He set me up after all. I outta-." Mari paused, and then though to herself. She stood up straight and paced down to the other side of the apartment and then back again, all the while thinking to herself out loud. "Wait, this may be a good thing. I was already aware he live here in Death City, but I had know idea where I would have to start looking. Now I don't have to worry." A satisfied smile crept across her face. "I start school tomorrow. By tomorrow morning he will have already walked into my grasp."
those who are reading my other stories at the moment, i'm sorry I haven't updated them in forever, but as you can see I AM NOT DEAD. I will try to update them ASAP