Destined for Nothing?
Chapter One:
Maka's emerald eyes scanned the ballroom at the Death Weapon Meister Academy, or the DWMA. The annual meister-weapon pairing ball was happening and Maka was there for the second time. Since the amazing meister had not found a weapon last year, Lord Death and her father, Death Scythe or Spirit, were beginning to think they had misjudged her soul.
A flash of white, black, and red caught the blond's eyes, but she brushed it off. Liz and Patty, Kid's wonderful twin pistols, had helped her find the perfect dress. and it was indeed perfect.
A white corset top, with silver sparkles and black, bell sleeves. A poufy skirt, made of a black silk underskirt, with black and silver tulle.
Her shoes were black 4" stiletto heels, with an opening for her toes. Her nails and lips were bright red, with glowing white-blue light bulbs shaped as souls hanging from her ears.
Her hair was no longer in it's childish two pigtail style, but down and wavy. Suddenly, a light tap on Maka's shoulder awoke her from her daze. She turned around to see a girl named Akira, her light blue hair down also and same color eyes looking at Maka hopefully.
She took a small breath, then began, "Hi, my name's Akira Mayoma. I'm a katana weapon, and I think our souls could you-"
She was cut of by Maka's one word, "No." Maka also took a breath, then continued. "I've been trainined as a meister by my Mama. She was a scythe meister, so that's all I know how to wield. Sorry."
Akira made a small sound, sounding like a whimper, but walked off with a small nod. Maka sighed in response, but not in relief. No, that story about her Mama, Kami, training her as a meister was true. She had sighed with sadness at having to reject a perfectly good weapon, all because she was picky.
Another tap on her shoulder made her turn around once more, only to meet face-to-very-nice-feeling-abs. A step back and a look up resulted in her heart pounding; There was a person with white hair, crimson eyes, and shark-like teeth. His name tag read, "Soul 'Eater' Evans: Scythe-type Weapon."