Chapter 1- Cold Night Air
I walk through the streets of Death City. I'm cold, hungry, and alone. It's around midnight but I prefer to be out at night, it's darker and creepier. Day makes it too easy to know what's there in the shadows. My blond hair is in a ponytail except for two bangs hanging on either side of my face. My iPod is playing 'Make Me Wanna Die' by The Pretty Reckless through my skull candy headphones and I'm wearing the clothes I always wear which do absolutely nothing to make me warm. I'm wearing a white tank top under a baggy gray shirt that goes up to my mid-shoulders with my iPod in the breast pocket. I'm also wearing deep blue jean shorts with my black Converse high tops laced up to just below my knees coming so close to the shorts they almost form one continuous bottom with only half my thigh to separate them. They don't make me warm, but I don't mind being cold, being safe and taken care of makes me feel weak. I lean down to tighten my shoes, to keep what is hidden in there from falling out, and a shadow darts behind me, gone in a flash. "Maybe it was the clown with the tear away face, here in a clash and go without a trace." I say out loud, jokingly, reminding me of one of my favorite songs. The shadow turns around for a fraction of a second then keeps running. I swear I saw it smile at me.
A cold shiver runs up my back and I get the feeling that I'm being watched by something more than a random shadow. I turn and see that there is a dark alleyway behind me filling the space between two four-story apartment buildings. 'This would be a good place to keep an eye on the city.' I tell myself as I step on a trash can in order to climb up the fire escape. Half way up the building the escape stops to leads to a ledge in front of a window with the shade pulled back, I'm smart enough to know not to follow it and I'm not about to turn back, so I continue climbing using the few ledges to pull myself up. I complete the task with ease and am soon standing on the roof with the wind blowing through my hair. I love the cool, night breeze against my face and the feeling of being the only one up. But something makes me jerk my head to the right.
I hear the shadowy figure whir by me again, running just in front of me. This sparks my ever burning curiosity so I decide to follow him. I run from roof top to roof top with incredible speed, jumping ten feet in the air over the dark, endless trenches between each roof. I am catching up to the dark figure, he's only a few roof tops away now.
Just...a...few...more... I fall, into one of the deep, dark trenches. I scream into the open, not caring who hears me. I know I'll die any second, but then, a hand slips into mine, grabbing my wrist, I instantly stop falling and grab his wrist, too, my legs dangling freely beneath me and my hair blowing around. I look up and see a boy, about fifteen, like me, with messy blond hair, like me, and blue eyes, like me. His hair is covering half his eyes, but I think he's looking down at me. He pulls me up, he's incredibly strong, and takes off running again. I call after him, asking his name, but he's already gone. Though I hear him laugh and shout, "I am the clown with the tear away face, here in a clash and go without a trace, and I'll be back." I smile and take off after him, I believe I have just found a new partner.
xxxMEANWHILE A FEW ROOFTOPS AWAYxxx
'Who was that?' I ask myself as I sneak into a closed shop to grab a loaf of bread, my short, sandy blond hair covering half my eyes. 'She looked strong and dark, my two favorite things. What was she doing out at night?'
"Why do you care what I was doing?" A voice comes from above me, on the roof of the shop, and I swear it belongs to her. I shake my head to clear my thoughts, thinking I was only imagining it. I walk over to a crate to sit on and continue eating the stolen bread in silence until the voice comes again, reading my mind, "You're not imagining me so just answer." I turn and face her. She is hanging from a ceiling pipe, her left headphone hanging down. She's looking at her nails, not really caring.
'Oh, so I didn't imagine it. Wait! How is she reading my thoughts?!'
"I have a gift. Nothing you should know much about." She looks up from her hand, "Unless you want to know me."
I'm careful not to think about how much I want to know her. She grips the pipe and expertly does a back flip to the ground. 'That was awesome.' I think and then realize I might as well have said it out loud. 'Crap.'
"Thanks." She says, reading my thoughts yet agian. "I'm Edith, but the people who haven't run screaming from me call me Jez. Who are you and what the heck are you doing out right now?"
"Well, why are you out," I say, regaining the ability to speak, then I add, "and following me."
"Hey, you're the one who ran past me, I just wanted to find out who you were." She says, taking a step towards me. She sits, then lays, on the ground, her hands behind her head and right heel on her upright left knee. Still watching my every move.
"True." I say, taking another mouthful of bread. I stand up and walk over to her, extending my hand. "I'm Blake." She smiles and takes my hand, using it to pull herself up and sit crossed legged on the crate I was sitting on. "So, what are you doing in Death City at night?"
"I live here thank you very much," she answers, crossing her arms and then smiling. "You know that giant creepy building in the middle of the city?"
"'Course."
"I'm trying to go to school there, can't find a...um...partner that's required. I figure if I go there I won't have to spend my nights on the street, even though I'm starting to love that."
"Why don't you just go home?"
"The streets are my home." She looks down and then comes up with an excuse to leave. "I should go back to running on all the roofs and searching for that...partner I need." She turns to leave and I quickly go after her, she's already hanging on the pipe after I get to her.
"What if I told you I could fix your little problem."
"Hmm?" She says, upside down and so close I can here the music coming through the one headphone being used.
"You're a meister, right? A weapon is the partner you need." She nods, still upside down. "Well, I need a meister. I'm a scythe, double blade." She just stares so I decide now's the time to transform. I jump into the air in a blast of white light and transform into my weapon form. I am a scythe with a long pole leading up to a deep blue and purple double blade, it seems as if someone took two scythes and stuck the poles together, forming an amazing battle tool.
"Wow." She whispers as she catches me and swings me around. "You're amazing."
"Thanks," I say, turning back into my human form. "So will you be my meister?"
She hugs me, head against my chest and hair hanging down in front of my stomach, and I hug her back. "Of course I will." She lets go, still smiling, and hops down. "So where do you live?" She asks.
"Same place as you."
"Great, then let's go to Lord Death, I'm sure he'll love to here I won't be bothering him anymore." I follow her through the roof and out into the night. We run from roof top to roof top, just like what I was doing an hour ago, heading toward the school. As we run she shouts back, "By the way, thanks for saving me."
"No problem," I shout forward through the wind of running.
"Great now turn into your weapon form." I do as she says and she catches me with perfect timing, swinging me in circles. I finally found a meister, after a year of searching, and it feels right to be with her.
A/N: I've started this fanfic just because I wanted to put myself in the world of SE. I put Soul and Maka as the characters because they're the main characters of the series and I'm going to use basically all the DWMA people and the usual like Spirit and maybe Medusa. Sorry of I don't update soon I'm writing one shots and another story so don't bet that I'll update soon. Thanks for reading and checkout mother stories, please please please.