Hello all, and welcome to my very first Soul Eater fanfic. For those of you who didn't realize I was into anime, SURPRISE! Also, this is my first time with an OC. To be honest I'm not very fond of OCs and AUs, just because I feel they are hard to write them and still maintain a show's or book's integrity. But I'm trying this out because I have the biggest crush on Death the Kid (oh my gosh he's o sexy) and I really want to see him with a love interest of his very own.
So please, tell me what you think, give me criticisms, and give me ideas. I love hearing from you guys. Thanks, I hope you enjoy!
WELCOME TO DEATH WEAPON MEISTER ACADEMY. MORE COMMONLY KNOWN AS THE DWMA. IT STANDS AS A DEFENSE FOR. . . .
Lord Death's whole speech was still ringing in her head. She let out a sigh as she continued walking down her new school's hallway. She hadn't even wanted to come here, but you can't argue with family heritage. At least she couldn't, she had been born into generations of weapons; and being the only child of a death scythe she had an even higher calling.
Of course, Tamara didn't care about any of that; at least, not really. She was going to be who she wanted, whether or not anyone liked it. Though she loved her family and was proud of who she was, she was trying hard not to live in their shadow. So here she was, her brown hair curling softly around her face and trying her hardest not to look lost. "Room 102. . ." she thought over and over as she kept glancing around. Only one door left in this hallway. . . . .
Normally class was interesting with , but today was discussing soul theory, and it couldn't be more boring. Black Star was snoring and Tsubaki was trying to wake him without disturbing anyone. Soul and Maka were having a heated discussion using only exasperated expressions and angry gestures. And Death the Kid was beginning to stare off into space, with Liz painting her nails on his right and Patty coloring on his left. In his head he was designing a new room in his house, and it was perfectly symmetrical; as always. He smiled to himself but then jumped, when the door suddenly swung open.
"Sorry," said the timid girl cringing in the doorway. "I seriously did not expect it to open so roughly, but, is this 's class?"
"Yes, young lady, it is. May I assume that you are Miss Tamara Boufay?"
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry I'm late, I-"
"It's perfectly acceptable for a new student, however, now that you know where we are I hope you won't let it happen again."
"Yes, sir."
The whole class had been perked up by this event (except Black Star) and almost every male was staring. Tamara was beautiful, her long brown hair was in loose curls, she wore a tight fitting oxford with shorts and pink thigh-high socks, and her highs were a bright, clear blue. "New student?" thought Kid. "Why didn't my father mention her, I swear I've heard the name Boufay before…?"
"Gosh, she's pretty, Kid. But doesn't the fact that one of her socks is slightly higher than the other bother you?" Liz asked annoyed with Kid's staring. Tamara was walking up the stairs now to find a seat when Kid went to check on what Liz had pointed out. She was right, they were 2.5 centimeters off!
Kid stood up in alarm and practically ran over Liz in trying to exit his seat. He fell in front of Tamara and stared to reach out for her leg. The whole classroom was looking now and Tamara had no idea what was going on. Seeing this boy reach for her leg alarmed her and she began to blush and then slapped him across the face before he could touch her. "Wh-What are you doing?!" she cried. Everyone had gasped at seeing the Shinigami's son slapped and some even laughed. But Kid had fallen to the ground and was slightly dazed. "Your socks." He began, and then remembering the sight, jumped up once again, this time to face her. "Your socks," he said freaking out. "Are of unequal length! Please, please! Let me fix them!" he begged of her. "What? My socks are…" she looked down at her socks.
"Oh yeah. I guess your right." And in slow motion Kid watched her reach down and pull her sock up exactly 2.5 centimeters to match the other one. She stood back up and swished the hair from her face, "better?" she asked. He stared at her and slowly nodded. "Uhm, okay." And she awkwardly walked around him and found a seat.
"Are we through with the disturbances now?" asked. But Kid was still too dazed to respond.
Also, an A/N: Tamara's name is a deviation of the name Tama which is of Japanese origin and means "perfection". Just something I thought would be interesting and ironic, seeing as how she is going to be Kid's love interest.
