((NOTE TO ALL: This is not a shounen ai or Yaoi fic. Um I put "Soul" and "Death the Kid" as main characters for reasons that will become more obvious in chapter two. But they will not be one of the pairings in this fic!! XDD *dies* I dont mean any disrespect, I just wanted to make that clear. *nodnod*
My goodness… I'm not sure why I'm writing this. It's rather silly, though I do think that it will have something to offer in terms of entertainment! This first chapter is pretty weak though. The next one will get to the point! LOL))
The desert sun was high above. It looked rather pleased with itself as it beat down on the long expanses of hard-baked clay and the few spiky, anemic-looking desert plants. Anyone unlucky enough to be caught wandering in such a place might have imagined themselves to have finally lost every ounce of sanity as they looked upon the tall and strange-looking city that rose out of the barren and hellish landscape. "Oh so I've finally died and gone to symmetrical hell." They might have thought, though arguably, in different words.
Actually, one such person was doing exactly that as they were dragged savagely through the dust. The a fore mentioned comment was indeed in her own personal words as her stiletto heels created two very neat grooves in the parched ground. She gave the person who was dragging her a dubious look. "That", she said with vague distaste, "Is where we're going? I told you already, I don't do deserts and you're tweaking my elbow so stop pulling it like that." there was a decided silence on the other end as the dragger had to focus very hard on not killing her own weapon. After a while the smalish girl spoke evenly,
"Well, if someone were walking under her own power we wouldn't be having this issue."
"Well if someone else hadn't decided that were were just going to walk instead of maybe something more civilized, like this thing called a car, you should try it sometime."
"Neither of us are driving age you idiot."
"Ah, Chisa, you know very well that age is merely a state of mind."
"No, Heart, it isn't. It's a number. The number of years you've been on this earth to be exact."
"Who cares? Can't you fly or something anyway?"
"...", Chisa was silent for a long moment and Heart began to snigger.
"Ha! You can can't you!"
"Not with your fat ass." The younger girl said sharply, hiding her own embarrassment at such an obvious oversight.
"Oh sure~" The other girl said sarcastically and then switched back to a much more important subject, "And you're still tweaking my elbow. Can you stop?"
"No." Chisa started to walk a bit faster.
"Ow~ That's just malicious."
"No kidding."
..........
A little farther on from where our "dynamic duo" was trudging through the dessert, class was in session. It was a reasonably big class, big enough to fit into a lecture hall. The age of the students ranged between about 14 and 17 years of age, the majority of which being about 15. Everyone looked a bit grim as they watched the man in a white lab coat at the front gesture towards a large cube-shaped thing that was covered in a cloth. He didn't stand from his rolling office chair.
"Today, class," He started in a monotone but it took on a more psychotic tone as the sentence went on, "I have huge treat for you!"
Everyone collectively groaned. "We're not dissecting some poor endangered species again are we?" A girl with pigtails asked from the middle row.
"......Well you're no fun." The his posture looked put out as the light on his glasses obscured the eyes behind them. However his mood rapidly recovered as he unexpectedly yanked the cloth off the cage. "Today its the Sumatran White Tiger!!"
There was yet another collective groan.
............
"Hmm~ This is interesting~", Deep in the heart of the school, a tall and mysterious individual was examining a piece of paper. He stroked the bottom of his mask as if it was his real chin. Though that action came off as a bit akward since hands were bigger than dinner plates and the mask came down into three cartoonish teeth, instead of a chin.
"What is it? Shinigami-sama?" Asked the man at the death god's side. He had red hair and wore a stylish, if slightly wrinkled, black suit. He man came off as young because he was rather handsome, but the signs of middle age were beginning to show around his eyes.
"Hmm~" He didn't answer. As always, it was unclear whether shinigami was thinking about something, or merely messing with his deathscythe's head. There was long pause as both parties stood in complete silence.
"..." it was obvious that the silence was getting to someone. It wasn't long until it was broken, "What IS IT?"
"Huh?" Shinigami said as if he himself didn't remember what had been interesting, though, he still help the slip of paper in his hand. "Oh nothing much, Spirit-kun!" He waved a huge white had as if to diffuse the tension, "All will reveal itself in time!"
"..." Spirit looked at Shinigami just a bit sullenly, no one told him anything, not even his own daughter! Tears came to his eyes at this thought. Sure, he had not been the best father, but he loved his little girl more than all the stars in the sky, all the fish in the sea, and more than his own life a thousand times! Yes, that was the perfect speech; somewhere inside he gave himself a pat on the back for being so eloquent. He had to tell her right now!! "M-m-m-m----" he began.
"Ah so Spirit~," Shinigami also began, " If you could--"
"MAKA~!!!!!!" Sprit yelled as he began to run for the door, big, cheesy tears running down his cheeks.
.............
"Uhg! I suddenly feel like something annoying is coming.", suddenly remarked the girl with pigtails to the boy who sat beside her.
"That sucks." He replied a bit apathetically. There were a lot of things that his partner found annoying so it really could have been anything. "Are you sure it isn't this class?", he pointed with his thumb down to where the professor was shaving down a very unhappy-looking tiger.
"No," The girl laughed a bit, "But wasn't there some rule about no more class dissections..."
"Probably, who knows... Ah-- There's youre annoyance." He nodded towards the doorway where a sweaty and breathless Spirit Albarn had appeared.
"Maka~" he said laboriously as he took a few zombie-like steps in to the room. "My dear daughter~"
"I'm not your daughter!!" She said angrily and threw a book at the idiotic man. "My father isn't some stupid womanizing low-life!!"
"But-butbut--" Spirit scrambled for those eloquent works he had just thought of, but sadly they seemed to have been knocked away by the book.
"Why don't you go do your job or something?" The girl said without looking at him.
"But-but Of course Daddy was doing his job!" He coughed and regained a little exposure, "Ah--", He looked around the class for something to yell at. Without noticing the obvious offenders, (the girl unabashedly painting her nails, or the many people that were fast asleep, or, of course, Professor Stein himself, now demonstrating sterile technique for preparing an incision site) he settled on the white-haired boy sitting next to Maka, "SOUL EATER EVANS!", He yelled angrily.
"What!?" He replied confrontationally, it seemed that this had happened before.
"STOP SLOUCHING AND GET AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER!!"
"I'm not DOING ANYTHING!!"
"YEAH!" The deathscythe said threateningly, "You KEEP IT THAT WAY!" Then he nodded as if he had gotten something truly important done. He was about to leave when someone behind him spoke up.
"Hey Spirit. Could you keep it down?" A shiver of fear went up his spine at the sound, "I'm teaching a class."
"GAH!" Spirit jumped a few feet backward, "Stein!!" He looked at his old partner a bit fearfully; it was no secret that the deeply disturbed yet gifted meister had preformed experiments on his weapon while he slept. Spirit cleared his throat awkwardly and looked over at the operating table nervously where the tiger still awaited its doom, "What exactly are you covering today?" He asked.
"I was thinking I might show the class what a deathscythe looks like on the inside..." Stein rubbed his hands together in anticipation and gave spirit a creepy look.
"Eep!-- Well, uh, l-let that animal go and uh, class-dissections are not allowed! I'm telling Shinigami!!" He said fearfully and left the room rather quickly.
There was a long pause after he left.
"..." Stein sighed and rested his head on his chair, he gave the tiger a look that said "I'll get you another day" and turned back to the class, "Well, I didn't have anything else planned today..." the disappointment in his voice was very apparent, "So I guess you can go home." He waved a hand at them.