I have my headphones turned up to max playing Breaking Benjamin- "Dance with the Devil" and I'm pretty much just sitting here on the sidewalk, legs curled up to my chest. My neon purple bangs sweeping over my left eye and my fingers twitching with the guitar notes I'm playing into the air. Not that it matters, because I'm just some bum sitting on the sidewalk without a care or a penny to put into music.
I do have an iPod though… I found it, literally, just lying on my part of the sidewalk one day mysteriously filled with punk music and attached to a pair of badass silver-skull headphones. But I'm not complaining. I watch some of the kids around my age as they go to school.
Oh, the DWMA… why can't I find a freaking meister? Then I could go become a death scythe and be set for life. I should know better anyways; I can use myself just fine without some dumbass trying to match my wavelength. I'm an actual scythe anyways… they're pretty hard to come by nowadays, but I know about Shinigami-sama's scythe being an actual scythe too.
I get up and dust myself off. Death city is a pretty relaxed place during the day, so I'm good until the sun goes down. I turn one of my fingers into a mini scythe; silvery-purple and razor sharp, and trim a little off my bangs so I don't have strands of hair on my lips. I change it back and stuff my hands into the pockets of my black cargo pants. I clunk my combat boots onto a wall to knock some of the dust off the black surface and I head towards the basketball court.
It's almost school hours so it's not likely a bunch of people will be near there. I sigh as I see a group of kids chatting and walking past the court… slowly. I know for a fact if I walk anywhere near those kids one of the meisters is going to notice my soul like I'm noticing theirs.
I lean back against a wall across the street from my destination. These kids couldn't walk slower, so my song changes to Mindless Self Indulgence "Revenge" The Used "Bird and the Worm" and Three Days Grace "Just Like You" before they were all at a relatively safe distance. I walk over to the court and I snatch my stash of spray paint from the bushes.
I shake the can of purple and I'm about to start spraying before a kid dressed in suit with weird black and white hair stops me. "What are you doing?" He asks, or I think so, I can read lips pretty well even when I'm listening to music.
I look over at him. His suit is black and white, and makes him look older than he probably is. His amber eyes look bored and unsatisfied, and his onyx black hair has three stripes on the left side.
I open my mouth like I'm going to say something; then snap it shut. This guy's soul is freaking me out, it's stronger than your average kid's soul, and I'd hate to get in a fight this early in the morning so I decide to be polite. I turn off my iPod and take off my headphones, putting them around my neck. "Well I was going to paint, but it looks like I'm gonna have to scram, right?" I ask him somewhat impatiently.
He just looks at me. "Why aren't you in school? You're a weapon aren't you?" He asks boredly. His voice is peculiar, sort of like a snotty rich kid.
I sigh and decide to tell the truth. "I don't go to the DWMA, I'm a bum." I say. "But I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut this conversation a little short, three stripes." I salute him and jump onto the top of the wall I was about to spray paint on with ease. I wink and start jumping roofs.
.:Death the Kid POV:.
Three stripes? I think furiously. That's it. I jump after her, with my hands in my pockets. I catch her rather easily, which doesn't seem to surprise her.
"I take back whatever I said to piss you off." She says and does a back flip onto the next roof as she faces me. "You're better than I thought." She's running fast enough o stay out of my reach but not so far as to be out of talking distance.
"I'm going to have to report you to the DWMA." I tell her, steaming at the three stripes comment still.
"Catch me if you can, sweetie." She purrs, batting her one visible purple and blue eye at me. She does three more back flips and then basically disappears from sight.
What the? I think in a panic. Her soul force multiplied suddenly, like she was hiding her power before. Is she some kind of witch? I ask myself. Luckily her soul force is too strong to hide from me, so I catch up with her again.
"Ohhhh." She says excitedly. "You really are good!" She laughs. "You caught me, little reaper." She says, stopping her madly fast pace without even skidding.
"How did you know I'm a reaper?" I ask her accusingly, skidding to a stop before I run into her.
"Because no normal meister could catch up without breaking a sweat." She deduces. "I'm Zuki, who are you?" She asks, stuffing her hands in her pockets.
"Death the Kid." I answer simply. "Are you a witch?"
"No, but I can protect my soul by lowering is wavelength like the volume on my headphones." She says smiling at me. "What's up with the suit?" She asks quizzically.
I snort. "What up with your outfit? You look like a soldier." I shoot back. Her black cargo pants and combat boots are clunky, but symmetrical. She's wearing a half-top the same color of purple as her hair, with a silver soul in the center. Everything about her is symmetrical except for her hair, which is pulled back into a high-ponytail, with bangs only falling over her left eye. "And your hair is completely unsymmetrical! You disgust me!" I scream at her.
She chuckles under her breath. "Fine punk, you caught me fair and square. But don't even think you can bitch about my hair." She says and rolls her eyes at me. "If you aren't going to arrest me, I'll be going now." She starts backwards, but I grab her by the wrist.
"I don't think so." I tell her.
.:In the death room, Zuki's POV:.
"Holy hell." I mutter when I see this place, the arches are red guillotines (comprehensively badass) and the walls looks like a cloudy sky and the for sandy desert was dotted with things looking suspiciously like weapons. "This place is fuckin' huge!" I say. "So you're, like, the next-in-line shinigami?" I ask kid excitedly.
He sighs. "Yes." He says reluctantly. "But I'm more interested in you." He says, and stops walking through the arches, causing me to bump into him from behind.
"Hmm?" I ask. "Me? I'm Zuki Tawny, I'm a weapon, I like punk music, the color purple, and bacon… speaking of, may I have some?" I ask with a little pout.
"Though that's all interesting, it's not what I mean." He snaps. "And no, this isn't a café, get it somewhere else." He sighs and clams down a little, turning to look at me. "Why do you live on the streets?"
"I can't afford a home…" I say like he's an idiot, which makes a vein pop out on his forehead.
"What kind of weapon are you?" He asks, grinding his teeth.
"Hmm, you wanna fight me?" I ask. He blinks at me. "I'm sure you have a weapon, Kid, so wanna fight me?"
He ponders the thought like it's interesting. "Yes. I'd like to see what kind of a weapon you are. Who's your meister?" He asks like he's going to go track them down and drag them here to fight.
"How rude!" I say. "She's Zuki Tawny, a very badass meister at that." I wink at him. "Sweetie, call your weapon, you'll need it." I warn him.
He scowls at me. "It wouldn't be a fair fight is you don't have a meister." He tries to reason.
"Call them." I warn him. "Or it'll end up badly for your symmetrical little face." I threaten.
He goes to get his weapon and comes back quickly, on a skateboard, with duel pistols. "I have two weapons, which means it's three against one." He warns.
I curl and uncurl my fingers for a bit and then grin at him madly. "Sounds good." I tell him. "I'll still have the advantage." I say, cocky as hell. "First move to the little reaper boy." I say.
He doesn't hesitate when he shoots both of his guns straight at my heart. I dodge it with a flip and change all of my fingers into scythes. Each scythe about the size of a small sword or large combat knife. I run at kid faster than his eyes can track. I put a nice little slash on his right shoulder. "Oops!" I giggle. "Better make the symmetrical!" I slash my claws on his left shoulder to make the exact same gash.
He shoots towards my center of mass but I turn into a complete scythe for a flash of a second so that gravity takes me to the ground faster. My full scythe mode is a long black handle with a huge curved blade, with a serrated edge for sawing through things, and it grows branches of blades. I snicker as I return to normal and land perfectly on my feet.
Kid is nowhere to be found. But his soul is resonating. I freeze; his already powerful soul is being doubled, no tripled, in power by his weapons. "Damn, I forgot about soul resonance." I mutter. "The problem now is that if I don't cut this shot straight down the center, I'm a dead woman." I whisper to myself, spinning around trying to find his location.
I hear a slight rustling from my left, and I take it as a sign. A blast of energy comes at me, from my left. A scythe, the size of a dragon's wing comes shooting out of my back instinctively. It not only cuts the beam, but also swallows it, and the blade turns neon purple.
I feel a searing pain in the blade that rushes through my veins, and then everything's black.
What the fucking hell was that? I ask myself as I wake up in a strange room, on a very uncomfortable bed. The first thing I notice is that my headphones are gone. The second thing I notice is I'm wearing a hospital dress. The third thing I notice is a nice looking African-American lady covered in bandages looking at me.
"Oh, so you're awake." She says in a kind yet tactical voice. "I'm Mari Naigus, the school nurse at DWMA."
"'Kay." I say, completely fine with that. "I'm Zuki Tawny, I'm a bum." I introduce myself bluntly. "You're a weapon, right?" I ask her.
"Yes, I'm a combat knife." She says just as bluntly.
"So cool!" I squeal. "I've never met another weapon, let alone something as awesome as a combat knife!" I sit up straight and look her in the eyes; she has pretty silver-blue eyes. "Can I go?" I ask her.
She shrugs. "You could, if it weren't for the fact that Death the Kid and Shinigami-sama want to talk to you." She tells me. "But I will get you your clothes." She says and walks away.
I get pissed. Why me? Why did I have to run into a freaking reaper kid? I ask myself. My fingers curl into scythes that cut the palm of my hand accidently. "Shit!" I yelp. "Ouch, ow, ow!" My fingers return to normal and I lick my palm. I whimper and pull my hand away from my mouth; it's healed quickly, leaving only little scabs. "Calm down, Zuki, don't hurt yourself.
Naigus walks back in and hands me my stuff, including my headphones and iPod. I jump up and grab them quickly. I wait for her to walk away and I change quickly. "Miss Naigus, I'm gonna make a run for the border!" I shout.
"You won't get far." She assures me. "Lord Death isn't exactly happy about having a child out on her own."
"Whatever, thanks for the patch-up! I really appreciate it!" I tell her and run out of the room with The Offspring. "You're Gonna Go Far Kid" playing at absolute max. I notice that my hair is still down, and it's obnoxiously long, so I try to put it up while still running through the building.
Okay, when you're a weapon with anger issues, you don't want to get in a stressful situation while running. I can't get my stupid hair into the freaking band! I get so pissed off of course my fingers turn into scythes and cut my hair. As it slips through the blades it almost goes down to my shoulders. Fucking hell, why does this damn shit always fuckin' happen to me! I string a few more cuss words together in my head and I forget about it.
I get all the way out of the building before I'm stopped by a boy with bright blue hair. "The hell?" I wonder out loud.
"I AM BLACKSTAR! I HAVE SURPASSED GOD!" He shouts (which I can hear over my music) and laughing annoyingly loud.
"Okay then, Blackstar, how may I help you?" I ask looking around for an exit. I shove my hands into my pockets as a new song begins to play. Three Days Grace "Animal I Have Become"
I can't hear him anymore, because I'm focusing on the music, but I can read his cocky words without even looking at him. "I'm here to assassinate you!" He screams.
"Oki-doki, give it your best shot." I grin psychotically at the idiot. I turn my fingers into claws again, this time they curl and are completely serrated.
He comes at me fearlessly, with a chain-scythe in his hands. He cuts at my face, but I catch a link of the chain and he can't move it I then land a huge hit on his stomach, scratching up towards his neck, but the chain scythe suddenly becomes a smoke bomb, and the cocky bastard disappears.
The song changes on my IPod like magic; Three Days Grace "Pain" and I straighten up immediately. The soft beginning made it easy to concentrate on Blackstar's soul, and as I got a lock on it, I turn my entire arm into my tree-blade.
Tree-blade: A blade that can branch off and create more blades, as long as the blades stay within a mile-radius.
A long, curved blade grows off the bigger blade, and I feel it hit something. That something takes the hit rather well, because it continues towards me. Two blades grow out of the new one, both connecting in the objects leg. Then I notice a soul flying towards me. A thin, curved blade appears in the center of the soul, but it's unharmed. Another smoke bomb, and then something happens.
Blackstar lands on the main blade, and begins to run toward me. Blades keep hitting him, but he keeps coming, and I notice he doesn't even have a weapon. So I'm completely prepared for what happens next.
He slams his soul wavelength into my stomach. All the blades that have been branching out of my arm turn neon purple and shatter. I don't go down easily though. I turn into scythe mode, and the non-serrated part of my blade lands right on his head before I black out once again.
Holy fucking shit this is getting old fast. I think as I wake back up again. This time I'm in scythe mode, so I transform back into human form reluctantly. I'm in the same nurses office, except this time there's a scary looking pharmacist with a screw in his head.
"Wow, okay, awesome." I mutter mostly to myself. "Hello scary lab-coat man, who are you?"
He looks at me and smiles insanely. "I'm Franken Stein. Who are you?" He asks menacingly.
"I'm Zuki Tawny, Mr. Stein. I'd appreciate it if you didn't cut me open and switch my kidneys." I inform him like it's completely normal.
He laughs. "I'll refrain from doing that." He says, though doesn't commit to not cutting me open. "I see this I the second time you've been here… today." He adds. "But you've also put Blackstar in here, so I guess that's a plus." He laughs.
"Hmm, if we were fight closer together I could have tried to match his wavelength." I mumble. "I tried not to kill him you know, just hit him hard enough to take him down." I tell Stein.
"I can tell, he's all scraped up but there's no actual damage." Stein comments. "You need to be able to kill someone."
I bolt up out of my bed. "You crazy? That kid doesn't deserve to die! Neither did the mini-shinigami!" I exclaim.
He chuckles and motions toward the door. "I'm not going to stop you."
I move my hands like I'm going to put on my headphones, but there's nothing around my neck. "WHERE IS MY IPOD?" I scream at him.
He snickers. "I knew it. You're similar to Justin, you need your music." He remarks. "Unfortunately your going to have to get it back from Shinigami-sama if you really need it."
I drop to the floor. "Man I'm tired of this…" I rub my temples. "Okay then, I guess I'm stuck singing, hmm?" I eye him. He shrugs, showing he doesn't care.
I'm fall-ing down in-to my sha-dow,
Grasping onto e-very breath,
As I await the deadly night,
So sc-ary!
But you can't give in-to this, fear of pumpkin carr-iages,
Cause all the witches see it in your eyes!
See you in your dreams, yeah.
Ba-by,
Your nightma-res too!
That's where I'll find you,
Fairy blue it is on-ly for you,
That I would crush the stars
And put them on dis-play
Black paper moon.
I stop there because Stein is staring at me rather like a piece of meat. I decide to cut my losses and scram. I get through most of the hallway before I'm stopped by a guy with white hair and red eyes. "What now, dammit?" I scream at him.
"So uncool." He mutters, and I see razor sharp teeth. "I say we make this a weapon vs. weapon thing." He turns his arm into a black and red scythe that wraps around me.
I lick my lips. "As long as you're okay with me singing." I say as I turn my arm into a curved silvery-purple blade that wraps around him too.
He frowns at me. "Pop?" He says disgusted.
I thump him on the head. "Punk!" I tell him. "My Chemical Romance, Kill All Your Friends."
He grins. "Aw, me and the psycho have something in common." He chuckles.
I roll my eyes. I do a back flip over his blade, slicing a little off the top of his spiky white hair.
Well you can hide a lot about yourself
But honey what're you gonna do?
I sing in a raspy, semi-insane voice. He's shocked silent at my voice.
And you can sleep in a coffin
But past ain't through with you
My arm goes back to normal and I turn my fingers into blades, running towards him.
Cause we are all a bunch of liars,
Tell me, baby, who do you wanna be?
I nearly hit him in the face before a blade suddenly comes from his other arm and slices me on the shoulder, not deep, but it stings a little.
And we are all about to sell it,
Cause it's tragic with a capital T,
Let it be, Let it be, Let it be!
He runs towards me and swipes his blade towards my shoulder, it hits, causing one of the sleeves to come off.
Cause we all wanna party when a funeral ends.
Ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba
And we all get together when we bury our friends.
Ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba
My shirt still stays up, which I'm pretty surprised about, because it only half a T-shirt. I slice my fingers on his shoulder and a blade comes out of his arm, I dodge it so that it barely hits my bare stomach.
It's been eight bitter years since I've been seeing your face.
Ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba
And you're walking away,
and I will die in this place.
I turn my arm into a blade and it curves so that it hits him in his stomach.
Sometimes you scrape and sink so low, I'm shocked of what you're capable of.
And if this is the coronation, I ain't feeling the love.
He swings his blade so that it's aiming for my neck, but I duck and it swings right above my face.
Cause we are all a bunch of animals that never paid attention in school.
I turn my arm back into a blade and it hits him on the face, causing a little line of scarlet red to match his eyes.
So tell me all about your problems
I was killin' before killin' was cool.
You're so cool, You're so cool, So cool!
Then a blade shoots out of his other arm, and it hits me on my shoulder, so that it cuts the fabric of my shirt, on the other shoulder. So my shirt falls off completely.
"Shit!" I break from the song and try to grab for the fabric, I forget my fingers are still scythes, and I only cut the fabric more. My blades shatter and I glare over at the kid. "That was my favorite…/only shirt!" I scream at him, not even caring that I only have my bra on.
"It's… purple." He says, blinking at me. I look down at my bra; it's neon purple, with silver stripes.
"So wh-?" I don't get to finish my question before he explodes into a gushing nosebleed.
"I-I'm okay, cool guys see girls' bras all the time." He mutters from the puddle of blood he's lying in.
I press my fingers to my lips to suppress laughter. "Whatever you say, cool-guy." I tell him.
I walk over to him and stoop down next to his body. "Can I have your shirt?" I ask. "Even though it's probably covered in blood… because cool guys give girls their shirts?" I persuade, holding out a hand to him.
"Sure, whatever." He says, not opening his eyes. He's wearing a black and yellow sweatshirt I could use, but it looks pretty warm. He tries to reach for my hand without opening his eyes, but he misses by five inches and ends up grabbing my boob. "W-what is that?"
I surround myself in a black aura. "Take a fucking guess, bastard." I growl. "You have one guess before shred you to ribbons."
"Aw shit." He stutters, releasing my breast as quickly as possible. "Please don't kill me!" He begs.
I stand up and stomp on his but with my steel-toes combat boots. "I swear to fucking god." I continue stomping on him. "I'm going to pulverize you! Grate you into little pieces! Burn you to ashes! I'm gonna fucking annihilate you!" All that time I was stomping him under my boot. "Now give me your damn jacket, you jackass!"
He gives it to me with a shaky hand and I snatch it away from him and slide it on. "Fucking moron, bastard, jackass, motherfucker." I mutter as many cusses as possible before he stands up.
"S-sorry." He stutters still trying to look cool by scratching his head.
"Screw you!" I yell. "I'm getting the fuck out of here." I say and start down the hallway.
He grabs me by the wrist, and stops me. "Listen, Shinigami-sama just wants to give you a shot in the DWMA!" He tries to reason. "Come on, I'll take you to the Death Room and you can at least talk to him."
He starts to pull me, and I won't budge. "Let go." I say, trying to tug my arm away. He won't release it. "I said let go." I repeat, he still won't let go. "Fine, have you kissed anyone before?" I ask him.
He stares at me with those beady red eyes. "Yeah…" He says reluctantly.
I sigh. "Okay then, I guess you haven't." I shrug. "I suggest you let go of me if you have a crush on anyone." I warn him.
He blushes red. "What do you mean?" He asks.
"I mean, if you don't let go of me, right now, I'm going to have to resort to alternative methods." I walk forward, closing the gap between us and glaring him in the eyes.
He releases my hand and I flip over him. "See ya, lover-boy." I call back to him. "Oh, and thanks for the jacket, you perverted bastard!"
Then, a little girl, wearing a plaid skirt, yellow sweatshirt, black jacket and tie, stops me. "Why are you wearing Soul's shirt?" She asks, blinking at me with emerald eyes.
"Because he broke my other one." I say, assuming Soul is the guy I go the shirt from. "I don't want any girl scout cookies, so I'll be on my way." I attempt to walk past her, but she holds out an arm.
"Shinigami-sama wants to talk to you." She says sternly.
"That's nice, cupcake." I pat her on her pigtailed head and flip over her without a problem. "But you're hardly a big fish, and I'd appreciate a break from all this harassment!" I call back to her as I make a break for it, but lucky me, a giant blue zombie is waiting for me.
"HOLY CRAP!" I scream at the top of my lungs. "That's is IT, forget this crap, just give me my freaking headphones!" I drop to my knees and press my hands to my head to keep it from completely exploding.
The zombie looks down at me. "I wasn't the kind of man to let fugitives go, and I'm still not." He says, like it matters.
I hear Naigus' voice. "Quit while you're ahead, Zuki." She tells me.
I get up and go to the nearest wall. I then begin to smash my head on it, continuously. "Someone." Bang. "Fucking." Bang. "Kill." Bang "Me." Bang. Bang. Bang.
"Stop that!" Naigus snaps. "You're freaking me out." She says calmly.
I sigh and stop hitting myself. "Take me to Shinigami-sama, I don't care anymore." I say and turn myself into a scythe so I can slap myself while in my own person darkness.
When Sid picks me up I have to literally bite my fingers to keep from burning him with my wavelength. When we get to the Death Room he plants my blade into the floor. I transform into a human and I sit on the floor in front of a cartoonish reaper.
"Yo, Shinigami-sama, can I please have my iPod before I self destruct?" I ask him curtly.
He chops me on the head. It doesn't hurt enough to make me cry, mostly because I don't have feeling in my head anymore. Everyone stares at me. "Please?" I repeat still curt.
He tosses me my iPod and my skull headphones, which I gratefully put on and turn up instantly, though not to max. The song that turns on is strangely Three Days Grace "Time of Dying" which has nothing to go with anything… so yeah! I'm happy enough to have my music so I put on a happy smile and close my eyes. "Thank you!" I giggle and open my eyes back up
Everyone stares at me now, because none of them but Naigus have seen me even smile, so giggling is definitely out of the picture. I can't regain my composure so I just sit there smiling at everyone.
By the way, I do mean everyone, because everyone is here. I only don't recognize three of them, two girls in semi-matching outfits and one standing behind Blackstar. I look at all of them happily and finally break their silence. "So, I'm Zuki Tawny, who are you people?" I ask them all.
Death the kid, Blackstar, Naigus, Soul and Stein ignore the question.
The shrimp answers the question first. "I'm Maka Albarn!" She says cutely, she has light blond hair, bright emerald eyes, and her boots actually look quite punk.
"Kay, nice to meet you meister, I'm guessing Soul's your weapon?" She nods. "I like your boots." I add and she blushes at the complement.
The girl hiding behind Blackstar, which doesn't work because she's really tall and he's short, answers next. "I-I'm Tsubaki Nakatsukasa." She has a long black ponytail that reminds me of a chain, and dark indigo eyes that didn't look me in the face. Her outfit is tight, like an assassin's, and beige with a yellow star sewn on one side.
I nod at her. "Sweet name, you must be that shadow weapon from earlier." I say and she blushes, nodding.
The taller of the two twin-ish girls speaks up next. She has long blond hair and a nice figure. "I'm Liz Thompson." She says coolly. She's wearing a red shirt and long pants, also a really tacky hat too.
The shorter one speaks up. Her boobs are bigger, and her hair is short and choppy, but other than that and her shorts, she's the same as the other. "I'm Patty Thompson!" She says excitedly. She and the other one have matching light-blue eyes.
"Well okay then, you guys must be the twin pistols that take care of the little reaper." They nod, Patty vigorously, and Liz only once.
The blue zombie talks next. "I'm Sid Barret." He says.
"And… you're a zombie?" I ask hesitantly. He nods. "Well, awesome then." I say, unshocked as ever.
"Yo, yo, yo!" Shinigami-sama says. "I'm Lord Death." He tells me. "You obviously know that already though, so I'm just gonna tell you straight, your coming to the academy no matter what!"
I frown automatically. "No thank you, sir." I say politely. "I've got my headphones, and I think I'll skip town now!" I say, jumping up quickly. I start out the door, but a black blade curling in my path stops me.
"I don't think so." A new voice says. I turn around and see a guy with reddish-brown hair, wearing a black cross tie and a loose fitting outfit, with a scythe coming out of his arm.
"Death Scythe?" I ask. He nods. I whistle. "Wow, you guys really don't want me to leave, hmm?" I do a back flip so that I land on his blade for a half second and us it as leverage so that I can fly all the way to the first guillotine. "But I've gotta scram, thanks for my music!"
My iPod changes to Green Day "She's a Rebel." I wink at them all and start doing back flips on the arches.
This time the shrimp, Maka, catches up with me, because I'm not actually trying. "I don't think so." She says, wielding Soul so that she's got me trapped between his blade and her body.
I smirk at her and lean forward so that our lips touch. This sends an electric shock through her and Soul. I lean away and mutter. "Resonance Kiss."
Resonance Kiss: When Zuki kisses anyone (yes even another girl) that person automatically adjusts their wavelengths to hers, causing their partners and them shock and a need to recover.
Maka has dropped Soul from the sudden pain in her hands and has pressed her fingers to her lips with a crazy red blush on her cheeks. "I really am sorry, sweetie, but I'm in a hurry and I need a good head-start." I tell her, and give her a handkerchief from one of my cargo pants' pockets. "See ya." I jump from guillotine to guillotine until I get to the end and walk out the door.
To my great disdain, Blackstar and Tsubaki are standing there. My iPod switches to Mindless Self Indulgence "Shut Me Up." "Yo, god, you think you could give me a break?" I ask Blackstar.
He grins madly. "Nope! Tsubaki, Enchanted Sword Mode." He orders the poor girl, but she nods obediently.
He enchanted sword mode looks pretty major, so I decide to move quickly. "Gotta run, sorry sweeties." I do a flip so that one of my hands grabs onto Blackstar's head. I shoot my wavelength through him. "Wavelength roots." I mutter.
Wavelength roots: roots the person to the ground with Zuki's wavelength, at full power, it could root a giant to the ground. Lasts 13 minutes at the least. 13 weeks at the most.
He's tied to the ground and gets in apposition like a tree; it's sort of funny, really. I don't take time to admire the joke though. I need to get the hell outta dodge! I think. Man, so the shrimp and Mr. god down… Mini-Shini is next then? I ask myself, and looky, looky, there stands the little reaper with his twin pistols standing behind him in semi-perfect alignment.
"Yo!" I shout, still running towards him. "The short one is off by five centimeters to the left!" I laugh.
He literally freaks out. "PATTY YOUR STANCE!" which is followed by her "Oops! Sowwe!" She giggles.
I flip over all of them, waving at Liz, who is grimacing at me. "Sorry sweeties! But I'll be off!" I wink.
Three down, but all hell is going break loose if I'm guessing correctly. I think. Who the hell am I kidding? I'm not guessing! This guys soul is seriously strong, even without a weapon. I slap myself in the face and try to think of alternate ways out of the building. But I've never been in the building before! So the only way out is the front!
I run out of the front and try to flip over the lab coat-man. He grabs my foot and sends his wavelength through my body. I scream and kick out of his grip. In the end I end up sitting on the ground trying not to move my leg.
"Soul sutures." He says. I'm stuck to the ground. "That was surprisingly easy, I thought you might at least fight me." He says. "But I guess your tactic was trick and run, right?"
I sigh. "Yeah, I Resonance kissed Maka, Wavelength rooted Blackstar, and Kid jut needed a little push off the edge." I tell him, thoroughly stuck. "I was planning on this the whole time, but I guess I was hoping Soul Cancel might help." I say loudly.
Soul Cancel: Zuki can turn off her soul for a limited amount of time as long as her music is still attached. This helps because without a soul wavelength to hang onto, Soul Sutures are rendered useless.
The song on my iPod changes to Stance Punks "I Wanna Be" and my soul empties. My hair turns black and my eyes go white. My skin turns pale and the only thing fueling me is the music leaking out of my iPod. Move. I tell my legs, which are no longer tied down.
They move, in fact, they move pretty damn fast, faster than I can move with my soul on full. I'm halfway across the city before Stein catches up with me, obviously thrown off. He tries to grab me but I slam a kick into his face, and at that moment his soul wavelength goes back into him, because it's being forced out.
My soul wavelength returns, but it's a weak little pulse so I decide to keep running on empty. In fact, by the time I get to the end of the city I think I might have half a chance of getting the fuck out of here.
Oh please, you're soooo not getting out of here that easy. My soul nags. I roll my eyes as the color returns to my hair, eyes and tan skin.
And then I'm blasted from the side by a long-distance shot. Bye, bye color! I giggle in thought as I black out again.