Author's Note: It's been a very long time since I wrote fan fiction, the inspiration just wasn't there and I've been plenty busy with other events in my life (i.e. Work, School, etc.) Just l a few nights ago as I lay awake in bed, I was thinking of an anime that I haven't seen for a while "Soul Eater" and this story just suddenly popped into my head. So I thought that while it was still fresh in my mind to go on ahead and make it happen. I'm sure there have been many versions of this story already, but honestly, who's really tracking them? Anyway, here's my take of an already familiar concept, so I do hope that it's decent. Reviews are welcome, but let's use CONSTRUCTIVE criticism and no "going off the rails" with mindless and troll-ish rants. Everyone on this website is an amateur writer and we're not trying to go on "New York's Times Best Seller's lists". This is all done in good fun. Also, this story acts as a pseudo extension of the Soul Eater Anime and not the Soul Eater Manga, which tells and orchestrates a totally different story (Just putting that out there so there is no confusion whatsoever.)
DISCLAIMER: This is a fan-made story, the anime and manga "Soul Eater" is the licensed property of Atsushi Okubo, Gangan Comics Madman Entertainment, Funimation, and Manga UK. Please support the official release!
Now then with all of THAT said...Let's get started!
Those turquoise eyes, so defiant and determined; the charisma and perseverance exploded from t his soul in a tranquil fury, with an aura as bright as Sirius. There was no mistaking it, the young man's mind had been made up and nothing the all power Grim Reaper himself could say or do to wave him from this chosen path, but still there had to be some wiggle room in there.
"Hiro, are you sure about this? Do you honestly want to withdraw from DWMA? I understand that you are behind your peers, but that doesn't mean you can get better.
"Come on Crossbones" said Hiro. "I've been here for practically a year and while everyone has advanced, I'm still a stick in the mud. You and I both know that my place isn't here, I'm just too shabby"
"Did Maka saying that affect you that much? I mean most of time, it's just pure rhetoric" said Spirit. "I swear, that girl is just like her mother"
Hiro turned to the suited down death scythe and redhead. "You're half right; your daughter is a stubborn lady. But what she said about me is true" He pushed his hands into his pockets. "I'm no weapon meister"
"You're your own biggest critic" said the Grim Reaper. "You may not see it, but there's a potential within you that far outweighs any weapon or meister"
"Part of me believes that, but at the same time, another side of me finds it laughable" said Hiro. "I just need time to analyze both sides of the coin and then, just maybe, I might return here" The young man added, smiling wryly.
The Grim Reaper let out a sigh. "Very well then, it seems that neither Spirit nor I can dissuade you. If this is that path that you've chosen for yourself, then we won't deter you. There's always a place for you here, Hiro"
Hiro undid his tie and stuffed it into his back pocket, letting it hand out like a flag. "Well, I guess I'll be seeing you"
The Grim Reaper gave a nod of approval and Hiro bowed his head and took his leave of the Death Room. As he left, Spirit moved aside his meister.
"So that's it, huh?"
"I'm afraid so and it saddens me a little, however, I do remain optimistic! He'll be back, and although this is a bit cliché, he'll be stronger and better than ever!" said The Grim Reaper and he added. "I'm excited"
"And what if he betrays us?" said Spirit. "I don't mean to be a pessimist, but it needs to be said, the kid has gone through a lot here at DWMA, there were times that even I felt sorry for him"
"He won't do that, I can guarantee that!" The Grim Reaper twirled around and added. "And if he does, we'll deal with him just like the rest of our enemies. But it won't come to that"
"I hope you're right...Crossbones. Ha-ha, that's a brilliant name!" Spirit said. "I'm going to use that!"
"SHINGAMI CHOP!"
In a flash, Spirit was laying on the ground with a blood sprout spilling from his head.
"He's a student; you on the other hand are an adult and a Death Scythe!"
Spirit groaned.
Hallway
It had been a long time since Hiro felt like this; it was like heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He walked with swag unlike anything before, a pep in his step, head up, eyes wide as if they were looking off into some far reaching horizon that was radiant with opportunity, purpose and a fresh start. The only other time that compared to this feeling was the time he acquired Excalibur for the first time and managed to beat three of the top meisters out the castle. It did not particularly end well, but at least it was high point, now long gone. The moment he turned the corner, he was immediate walled by three meisters and their weapon partners. One of them, a teen boy, no older than Hiro himself stepped forward, garbed in a simple black beanie, red jacket and black pants and sneakers. He grinned.
"Hiro my man!" He said as he laid his hand upon the teen's shoulder and asked the sarcasm evident. "What ya up to? Looking to become that ridiculous "hero of justice" you so boldly claim?
"Yeah, a pipe dream" joked one of the teen's friends, which garnered laughter.
Hiro clenched his fists and took a deep breath before calmly removing the teen's hand from his shoulder. "What I do...Is none of your business asshole. Get out of my way!"
He shoved through the wall of bodies and stormed away, leaving the group incredulous and shell-shocked to do anything but gawk at Hiro's sudden defiance.
"Did Hiro just grow a pair?" The tallest of the trio asked.
"You're asking me, I have no damn clue"
A rough patch, but Hiro got through and soon reached extra curriculum "Activity Board" which Hiro and the inhabitants of DWMA knew was nothing more than a glorified hit list, sugarcoated to seem more "School" friendly. About a cool twenty percent of the "Activities" were blacked out, by meister and weapon teams that were on the prowl for the magical 100 kishin egg number, which was required for the miester's weapon partners to become full-fledged "Death Scythes" even though most of the weapons could not even be classified as a true Scythe.
"A pissing contest" said Hiro, looking at the board and he smirked. "Something that I wish I was adequate enough to participate in, ha-ha."
"Window shopping I see?"
Hiro turned around a fairly short, pigtailed blonde with green eyes approached him. She wore a long black coat, white gloves and was followed closely behind by a white haired companion.
"I wish" said Hiro as the girl approached him. "You're wearing the coat, I guess things are about to get serious"
"Yeah, the battle never ends" said Maka.
"So true" said Hiro.
"You've never even faced a demon before, what battle are YOU taking about" said Soul.
"Soul Eater Evans, you're a sight for sore eyes" said Hiro and he added. "Everyone has their own battles, even if you're not going mano y mano with a monster and an absurdly sharp blade"
Soul fired off, defiant and edgy. "Is that supposed be an insult?!" If you want can give that pretty boy face of yours a "cut" up"
Maka shook her head. "That was lame"
"Whatever, he gets the idea!" Soul protested.
"Nah, he's right" said Hiro and he turned to the board. "I don't stand a chance, never had and never will"
"Geez dude, I was just messing around. I didn't know you would take it that seriously" said Soul, oblivious. Suddenly, Maka threw an elbow to Soul's exposed midsection and he keeled. "Ow! That hurt!"
"My god, you really ARE stupid!" said Maka. "What's wrong, Hiro?"
"I'm leaving DWMA" Hiro answered as he faced his peer.
"You're leaving? Why?"
"Come on Maka, you know that I don't belong here. It's clear as day. That's what part of me is saying, but another part is saying that I do belong. Do I or Don't I? I need to figure this out and I need time. I'm sorry Maka, I didn't mean to vent like that, it's just been on my mind for a while" said Hiro. "I sort of needed an outlet"
He dropped his head and Maka laid a hand upon his shoulder. "Well, I hope you find your answer. And when you find that answer, know it with your soul"
Hiro lifted his head and wiped his water eyes."Thank you. I've got to go, see you later. I guess"
The boy wiped his face and walked on, Soul now fully recovered, moved next to Maka. "What's wrong with Hiro?"
"He's just at a crossroads right now" Maka answered.
Soul paused for a moment, and took one last glance a Hiro's back, cracking a small smile. "Well Maka, I believe that we have a prior engagement to tend to. Let's go"
"Sure Soul, I'm right behind you"
In the foyer of DWMA, near the entrance Hiro started to push his way through, but not before taking one last glance at the place that he once happily called a "Home away from home" once before, and now he was about to leave it in the rearview mirror and not look back, ever again.
"There you are!" shouted a voice, big a loud.
It didn't take long for Hiro to recognize that voice, in fact it only took half a second or less begrudgingly, the young man turned around and young, cyan-haired boy dressed in black and white approached him. The huge star tattoo on his shoulder pretty much defined his character, bold, self centered and arrogant.
"BlackStar, you're the last person I thought I would run into today" said Hiro.
"Of course, I'm the biggest man around here. How can you NOT run into me" said BlackStar and he suddenly grabbed Hiro's arm. "I need to try something, would you mine?"
"Hey, wait a..." Before he could finish his protest, he was taken to the floor and put through a gauntlet of painful stretches and strangleholds that purported his slender frame in very unnatural ways and shouted. "Get the shit off, BlackStar!" And he broke free of the boy's clutches and threw him off.
At Tsubaki's feet, BlackStar perched himself upon his knees and looked at Hiro, who panted as he stood up and dusted off.
"I wasn't finished!" Black Star Protested. "I still had five more things I wanted to try! Get back-
"Screw you!" Hiro shouted he sighed, running his fingers through his mid length blonde hair. His eyes fell in shadow, appearing as if they didn't exist. "I'm done with this place"
And quietly walked out, leaving both Tsubaki and Black Star, dumbfounded by Hiro's sudden outburst. They were more use to the passive and somewhat nice Hiro, but this, this was in left field.
"What's wrong with him?" Black Star asked, incredulous.
"No one can say for sure, but whatever that answer is, Hiro knows and only him" said Tsubaki.
"Tch, whatever" said Black Star, playing down the incident. He linked his arms behind his head and said. "What a buzz-kill"
Death the Kid and his partners, Liz and Patty Thompson reached the top of the stairs, late as usual.
"We should've stayed at home" said Liz. "The day's practically over. Walking here was a waste of time"
"It's better to show up late than never!" chimed in Patty.
"Indeed" added Kid.
Liz smirked. "Well Kid, did you know half the day's gone? Break coherence doesn't it?"
Kid stopped and watery tears formed in his eyes. "You're right! How could I break continuity like that!" he fell to his knees balled. "I'm useless! Incompetent! A loser!"
"No, no, no! You're fine! I'm sure that we'll make it up tomorrow!" said Liz, kneeling beside him. "Everything's fine!"
Kid looked up and sniffed. "Are you sure?"
"Positive!" said Liz, with a smile. "Now come on, let's just finish up what we have left"
Patty patted Kid on his shoulders. "Indeed!"
She looked up and watched, with big blue eyes as Hiro walked silently by and down the stairs.
Kid took notice and stood up. "That was Hiro; I wonder where he's going?"
"Well, it's not really our business" said Liz.
"Should we go talk to him?" asked Patty.
No, Liz is right" said Death the Kid. "It's not our place to immerse ourselves in the lives and affairs of others"
Hiro reached the bottom of DWMA's stairs and continued on, whatever his feet took him, he was going to follow and accept. A new genesis had begun, and what would happen next? At this moment, Hiro wasn't exactly sure, but he was going to damn well find out.
Ten months later, Canadian Wilderness
There was no way out, he was surrounded on all sides by a horde of monsters, their eyes were red and each one bare razor sharp fangs and claws and had brown nut skin and fur. The moon grinned with sadistic delight as it cast its slivery gaze upon the long warrior. A sheet of chilly wind blew through the sparse forest and long strands of silky blonde hair wisped in the night like tendrils, covering his face. With the coat billowing, the young man grinned and crouched down, twisting his body slightly and called out.
"Tsukuyomi!"
At that moment, from the trees and cloaked in shadow; a humanoid figure leaped across the night, morphing into ribbons of indigo light. As he twirled into the air, a clawed, white gold battle gauntlet, lined with three, gleaming amethyst stones encased his left arm. A katana, sleek, sharp and bathed in a majestic indigo sheen appeared in his right hand. He gripped the handle and dropped from the sky, head down. His breathing slowed and turquoise eyes snapped up.
"Let's go!"
The lycan jumped and the young man clenched his hand into a left fist and threw a punch, sending a wavy of energy that annihilated them and yielded Kishin eggs. A lycan pounced from above and the young man leaped towards him and clashed, slicing the beast in half. Three more charged in and he swung the sword forward and yelled.
"Lunar Fang!"
The indigo energy projection, shaped like a fang, crushed the trio of beasts into oblivion. The meister dropped from the sky and turned around, facing five more. The meister sharpened his eyes and they flared in a whitish purple glow.
"Lunar Stream!"
He whipped the sword forward, unleashing a heavy trail of gleaming indigo light that swamped the pack under. A lycan appeared from the darkness and bit down on his left arm and gauntlet, but was quickly thrown away. A split second later, the meister was using his sword as a make shift shield, taking a punch that sent him sliding along the ground. He quickly recovered and lycan went to all fours, charged in and pounced.
"Screw you!"
The meister swung his sword forward and decapitated the beast and with each slash, punch and kick, the kishin eggs piled up and then there was a loud roar. The underlings retreated as seven foot beast leaped in from the trees, confronting the young meister. A bulging creature, his eyes were sharp and gold and a huge scar crossed his chest.
The young meister grinned. "So you must be the leader. I take you out and this fight's over"
The beast let out a deafening roar and charged in, swinging a fist down to the young meister, who stood his ground and threw the gauntlet up.
"BOOM!"
A dust cloud filled the area, with debris flying all over the place. The trees bowed out as if a giant had bowled its way through them. The moon let out a snicker through its blood stained teeth and then, with one swing of a blade, the dust cloud dispersed revealing a stalemate. The young meister was in a stable position and wide base, though a crater had formed beneath his boots.
The meister looked at the creature in it golden eyes and asked, flippant. "Is that ALL you have?" The creature snarled and the meister bared his teeth. "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing!"
He spun the katana around to a reverse grip, it gleamed brightly and the aura around him flared up. As his eyes glowed in violet fury, the meister leaped up and sliced the beast's arm clean off. The creature howled and staggered back and the aura around the young man expanded even more.
"Tsukuyomi, it's time, Soul Resonance!"
The output of energy was so large that it was like a purple sun, illuminating the darkness. The sheen on the white gold gauntlet glimmered and the sapphire jewels burned like new stars. He placed both hands on the sword, and lifted it above his head, reciting.
Lunar...WAVE!"
He swung the sword down and stream of raging, indigo energy, shot out and blanketed the creature, and his pack, flooding the arboretum in a pool of glorious light. And then, just as fast as it was conjured, was just as fast as it died out. Nothing was left but aimlessly floating kishin eggs and swaying trees.
The meister let out a sigh and the gauntlet and katana disappeared from his arm and hand respectively, conjuring into a fairly tall, lean built and slightly muscular young man with pale skin and long, waist length white hair. A single bang hung in front of his icy blue eyes, clear as glass. He wore a medium length, blue purple coat with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of dark blue pants, tucked into a pair of black colored shin and ankle foot guards.
He spun around and faced his meister. "Whew, I haven't cut loose like that in a long time. Nice work, Hiro"
The meister stepped forward into the moonlight, garbed in a high collared long and black one sleeved coat that was closed at the chest, while the sleeve was rolled up on his right arm. He wore a fingerless glove on his right hand, while his left hand and arm lay bare and naked. The loose fitting pants stayed tucked into his combat boots and his long, shoulder length blonde hair laid slightly tousled.
He smiled. "Well, it's my duty as you meister to unlock your true potential, if I can't do that, then what kind of partner am I?
Tsukuyomi smiled. "There you go being all cynical again, lighten up man. I thought we discussed this?"
"We did, sorry" said Hiro. He looked around. "All of these kishin eggs, there has to be at least twenty"
"Twenty three" said Tsukuyomi. "I counted and with the ones I already have, that makes the whopping total of...39, not even at the halfway point"
"Still have a long way to go" said Hiro, stepping forward. He plucked a kishin egg from the air. "I wonder how these things taste, doesn't look too delectable"
Tsukuyomi snatch it away. "Says you, you're the one who doesn't have to eat them"
Hiro folded his arms. "Well, it was you who said you wanted to become Death Scythe after I told you about it. I even said that it wasn't going to be easy"'
"I know that. But these odd job's we've been taking have been few and in between. To date this is our biggest job and it's a measly twenty three" said Tsukuyomi. "There has to be another way"
"You have to crawl before you can walk" said Hiro.
"Cut the crap Hiro" said Tsukuyomi. "You know there's another way and don't act like you don't know I'm talking about"
Hiro dropped his head. "Death Weapon Meister Academy...Shibusen"
"It's the only way" said Tsukuyomi, holding a Kishin egg.
"Tsukuyomi, we discussed this and I told you..."
"You need to stop running" Tsukuyomi interrupted. "I know that place gave you hell in the past, but that's more of the reason for you to return. You're not the same as before and this time, you won't be alone"
Eight months, it had been eight full months since that day when he went down those stairs and left his past life behind to start on this new journey. That was his truth, but the real truth was that he never really truly left DWMA, it had always been sitting there, lurking in shadows and he had been running from it the whole time. But now, it was time to come from beneath DWMA and truly begin his genesis. He looked the sky and made the decision
"So what do you say?" Tsukuyomi prodded
Hiro let out a sigh and looked over his shoulder. "I don't think a wardrobe change and a fancy weapon isn't going change everything I left"
Tsukuyomi smirked. "True, but that doesn't mean we can try!"
Hiro shrugged. "What hell? It's not like I'm losing anything. Tomorrow, we head to DWMA"
"Nice"
Two Days later...
VROOOM!
A sleek and dark gray pony car roared down the expressway with a dust cloud trailing behind it. The money both Hiro and Tsukuyomi received from their latest job (I.e. the Lycans) was more than enough to fund a one way flight from Canada to Nevada and to commander a reliable and used car that was paid in full. Tsukuyomi stepped on the clutch and shifted the transmission; the engine roared on, even more fluid. He glanced at his meister partner, laid back in the seat with his foot on the dash and sunglasses. He smiled.
"You've came a long way from that hopeless kid I met ten months ago" said Tsukuyomi.
"Times change and People change, Tsukuyomi" replied Hiro.
"And just be glad that for you, it was for the better" said Tsukuyomi, he stomp the clutch once more and shifted the gear, the engine was purring now. "Haha, I love this thing!"
"For 2500, it better be loved" said Hiro, He pulled the sunglasses from his face and sat forward. "Back in the day, I was a pawn of my own game. Playing to the joys of others, being passive, I thought that if I could at least fit in, everything would be fine. But all I really did was isolate myself, putting me in position far worse than before. And then that Excalibur thing, heh, worse mistake in my life. I was nothing, and left with nothing, but now I return, gaining everything" He looked out the window; Death City was on the horizon and he grinned. "Floor it!"
"I was hoping you would say that!" exclaimed Tsukuyomi and he proudly mash the clutch and shifted gears, the car hopped forward and roared into the distance.
The pony car sat one street over from the position of Hiro and Tsukuyomi, who twirled the car keys around his finger. Death City, with its narrow side streets and Victorian England aesthetic was a daunting maze of continuity, if one did not know where he or she was going; they would no doubt get lost.
"Well, this is a bit gloomy" said Tsukuyomi.
"The Grim Reaper himself stays here, what do you expect?" Hiro countered.
"Is that it?" Tsukuyomi asked as the approached a bridge and looked ahead. DWMA was huge; no doubt the single largest and tallest establishment of Death City.
"Yes, that's Shibusen" said Hiro, coat flapping silently behind him. "Come on, we're wasting time"
Many times before he had climbed these gargantuan stairs, it was like second nature. But this had to be his most difficult, not from a physical standpoint, but from a mental standpoint. Though he oozed confidence in return to DWMA, there was still a small part of him that was little bit hesitant and unsure. He silently glanced at Tsukuyomi, boldly holding his head high; he was embracing this.
"You okay?" asked Tsukuyomi, turning to his meister.
Hiro laughed, incredulously. I'm really am a hypocrite. I swore to myself that I would never return to this place, and here I am, climbing the stairs of that very establishment"
"That was just the heat of the moment; believe it or not, you're standing firm on you principals in doing this. You're no hypocrite" said Tsukuyomi.
The duo reached the top of the stairs and paused, together, they stood in the vast shadow of the single most important building in the world, Death Weapon Meister Academy. The bright red cone tops pierced the sky and the gargantuan candles, sticking out in four ordinal directions burned eternally bright and fiery. The black stone and the various sized skulls around the entrance and building set the mood for doom and gloom, but at the same time there was strange "Home" feeling to it.
Hiro and Tsukuyomi began their approached to the skull entrance; Hiro glanced at his watch and said. "It's a two o'clock; everyone should at least be in class or out doing extracurricular activities"
Tsukuyomi looked at Hiro in disbelief. "And what does all of that have to do with anything? Getting cold feet? I mean you're the one who had the rousing speech on the way here"
"Shut up, I was just assessing the situation, that's all" Hiro countered.
"What situation? All we are doing is retuning, no need to overanalyze everything. Come on, Hiro you're better than that. Get your head out the ass man, or I'll be looking for a new meister soon" said Tsukuyomi.
Hiro, brandishing a wry smile, replied. "I'm blowing this thing way out of proportion am I? Don't worry, it won't come to that, the new me is here, one hundred percent"
"Better be" said Tsukuyomi. "Emo Hiro is not my meister"
"I'm hearing you Tsukuyomi, no need to pile it on. I'm good now, everything's-stop!"
"What's up? Tsukuyomi asked.
"We have company"
At that moment, a girl, not much older than fourteen stepped from the entrance, confronting the meister and his weapon partner. She was slim, and lanky with tan skin. Her eyes were rosy red eyes were clear and sharp. Her hair, long, straight and black fell to her waist in strands. And she wore a yellow vest, with a crisp white shirt underneath and a camel brown skirt with long white socks and combat boots.
"Who are you?" she asked. "We don't take kindly to outsiders around here"
"And what makes you think we're outsiders?" Hiro asked, standing straight. "How can you be for sure?"
"Don't screw with me Blondie" said the girl. "I know an enemy when I see one, and you will NOT pass through these doors! Saito!
"Ho, showtime!"
At that moment, a humanoid figure dropped from the sky and landed next to the girl, knee down and he stood up. He was a fairly short, lean and muscular young man with medium brown skin. His short hair, a dark blonde, stood on end with three tiny bangs hanging down the center of his forehead and his eyes were a citrine and sharp, with a distinct epicanthic fold. And he wore a simple red and sleeveless muscle shirt with a baggy, dark gray pants and clean white tape around his bare ankles and feet.
He crossed his arms and galled "We're fighting these guys Katori? They look like mercenary rejects"
"Well aren't you a smartass" said Tsukuyomi. He stepped forward, but Hiro stuck his arm out and stopped him.
"There's no need for that" said Hiro; he turned to the battle ready duo. "Look, we don't want any trouble. Just let us through"
"I don't think so" said Katori, she held out her right arm. "Saito, it's time"
The boy smirked and morphed into two; golden trimmed and sliver pronged sai that appeared in the girl's hands. She swirled them around and crossed them out and declared. "I'll end this, in an instant!"
"So much for the welcoming committee" said Tsukuyomi, looking at Hiro.
"Just another day at DWMA" said Hiro and he opened his eyes placed his steely, turquoise gaze upon the girl, primed and ready for battle. "You really want to do this, don't you?"
Katori aimed her sai. "Positive, now cut the small talk. We're fighting!"
"If that is what you want, then I won't deny you-Tsukuyomi..." Hiro beckoned.
Tsukuyomi smirked. "With pleasure"
Immediately, Tsukuyomi's humanoid form manifest into streams of indigo light, which swirled around Hiro's left arm, fashioning the bejeweled and clawed battle gauntlet and gathered into a swirling vortex in Hiro's right hand, manifesting the katana and all its majestic sheen and steel. Hiro whipped the sword across his face and to his side, ready for battle.
"This is your last chance, walk away" said Hiro, snapping his eyes open.
Katori flinched and she reset battle stance. "Like hell I am!"
"Hmph, stubborn girl"
Katori rushed him, full speed and they clashed, steel to steel. Each one struggled for leverage, and Katori pushed off, kicking Hiro in the chest. The boy slid back and looked up, Katori pounced from above, pushed her left sai in stabbing motion, which pierced Hiro's battle gauntlet. Hiro twisted his outside foot and bridged up, shoving the girl into the air. She twirled around and landed on her toes. She twirled the Sai once more and unleashed an onslaught of stabs upon Hiro, who effectively rebutted them and Katori took her hands from the prongs to the mahogany grips of the Sai, holding them as swords that crossed with Hiro's Katana and battle gauntlet.
"You're holding back!" shouted Katori. "Fight me!" She threw a knee into Hiro's midsection and roundhouse kicked him away. "Don't tell me you're one of those prissy idealists who believe in a sense of fairness and refuse to fight a woman! Nature isn't fair!"
Hiro wiped his mouth and stood straight. "Lucky for you, I don't believe in a pipe dream like that. I know all too well the law of this jungle; I just find this fight pointless"
"Pointless! I'll show you!" shouted Katori. "Ha!"
Return to the default grip, both Katori and Hiro clashed and twirled around, bouncing off of each other's momentum.
Hiro swiped the sword to his side and said. "This fight is over!"
"Says you!" shouted Katori.
The two meisters jumped at one another, clashing low. Steel grinded steel as the weapon meisters drag their respective weapons to the front of their faces in struggle. Hiro smirked, Katori blinked and two sai was blasted in the air, leaving her unarmed. In desperation, Katori shaped an open hand into a fist and punched forward, Hiro calmly moved to the right and nudged her in back of the head, knocking her to the ground and scraping her knee. She disregarded the injury and attempted to bounce back up, but stopped, just inches away from the point of Hiro's katana.
"Are you cool yet?!" Hiro asked, taking a few breaths, as if he was winded.
"Damn you" said Katori.
At that moment, the sai, which had been blasted in a random direction manifested back into humanoid form and Saito started to rush Hiro from his blind side, only to be stopped when the latter pointed an open gauntlet hand in his direction, ready to fire a blast.
Hiro snapped his attention into Saito's direction. "Take another step and you're gone" Saito clenched his brown hands into fists and Hiro narrowed his eyes. "Try me" And the open palm began to glow.
A voice suddenly blared out. "Enough!"
Everyone's attention went to default, and with one glance, Hiro quickly looked away, bowing his face into shadow. A beacon of courage, Maka Albarn stepped forward and commanded.
"Let her and the boy go"
Silently, Hiro lowered his katana and powered down his palm, dropping the gauntlet to his side.
"Katori, come here" Maka ordered.
"Yes big sis" said Katori and she stood up, walking to Maka's side as the latter beckoned Saito with her finger.
However, Saito stood his ground, with his fists still clenched and never taking his eyes off of Hiro, who stood like a brooding statue as the tails of his coat flapped with the wind.
"I'm not going to do anything, just go" said Hiro.
Saito slid off and ran over to Katori's side, Maka fronted the two and stepped towards the boy in black and stopped, just a mere three feet from him and said. "Why?"
"Why what?" asked the boy.
"Why is it that we've never met before, but I feel like our paths have crossed before? Who are you?" Maka asked there was no answer, the boy in black remained silent and Maka continued to prod. "Don't make me ask again, who are you?"
The boy took a deep breath and exhaled. "He can sure be popular if he transferred to another school, but here, he's just too shabby? That is what you said, right?
He turned fully around, and Maka's eyes grew wide in disbelief, she never saw this coming.
"Hiro?"
And that brings the end to the first chapter! Not bad for a "comeback", right? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it and it didn't disappoint. We have one more chapter to go and I hope you guys stick around for it! There might be more after that, but it depends on the feedback of you guys and if it's positive enough, an extended story will happen, but again, it's up to you guys. So review, review (Don't be shy, it's fine!) So take care, and I'll see you next chapter.