I do not own Soul eater. If you dare say ANYTHING I will PERSONALLY virtually bitch slap, then pimp slap, nd then bitch slap you.
Hiro walked down the hall, holding a bag full of food and drinks in his arms. Maka and Soul, who had been chatting, saw him and waved. Going over, Hiro smiled at them.
"Hi guys. Want something to drink?" He asked kindly, brushing away a few locks of golden hair.
"Hiro, you have to tell people to stop bossing you around. They pretty much just use you for, well, getting them stuff." Maka said, looking at the blonde. True, he was always getting bullied. Kids pushed the weaponless meister around because he didn't have a weapon. And Blackstar used him to practice new moves on him. He was pretty much just a push-over.
"It's okay, I'm used to it." Hiro laughed, and continued walking, waving back at them. While walking down one of the numerous halls, he was pushed down by some of the weapons and meisters running by.
"Oops, sorry, Hiro." They taunted, laughing at him. He felt his face heat up and stood, brushing himself off. He started picking the items that were in the bag up and placing them back in. One of the weapons "accidently" bumped into him again, making him drop the bag.
"HEY! Knock it off, you big jerks!" The meisters and weapons (and Hiro) all stared at who the voice had some from. A young teen with green hair, red eyes, and milky white skin stood there. he wore a skin tight, green shirt beneath a jacket that was held on by two red leather strips with shiny gold buckles. He wore ruby hairpins that clung to his bangs, obscuring the sight of his other eye, and on the back of his head, six feather-like pins that had two thin strings with black beads on them. The sleeves covered the hands that were currently resting on his hips. He wore sandals with socks, a traditional japanese style, with green skin-tight pants. The jacket had snake eyes on it along with the red belt on his waist. A plain white scarf rested on his chest, it's ends hanging down his back and tied with large, red beads.
"We're not hurting him, kid. So why don't you back off." One of the meisters said, pointing at him. He reached out, grabbed his finger and twisted it to the side going behind him so it was pinned to his back and kicked him, hearing a sickening crack. The others all gasped and stared at their friend as he was grabbed by the front of his shirt and thrown straight down the hall.
"Anyone else want to bully him?" The grass haired boy asked, looking at them all in hatred. They all said something about class and took off after getting their friend. The teen turned to Hiro, smiling gently at him. "Are you okay?"
"U-Umm.. I-I guess. N-nobody really stands up for me much." Hiro said, standing up.
"That should change. My name's Sibi. Sibi Gardevoir. What's yours?" He asked, holding out his hand. Hiro took it and stood.
"I'm Hiro." He said, smiling back at the other male.
"Hey, Hiro, are you a meister?" Hiro blinked, the question seeming sudden.
"Yeah. Why?" Sibi looked away and rocked back on his heels.
"Well... I-I don't have a meister yet. A-And maybe you'd wanna be my meister?" He suggested, looking at him hopefully. Hiro blinked then shook his head.
"Sibi, you see, I-I'm kinda incompatible with all kinds of weapons..." He admitted, looking into those hopeful red eyes.
"W-we can still try, right?" They looked at each other before Hiro nodded. "Sweet! Let's see if our wavelengths match!" Hiro smiled at the happiness in Sibi's voice that just radiated from him. There was a flash as Sibi's for took shape of the weapon he was. Hiro held out his hands as a large glowing item floated into his hands. The light flashed out, revealing a longsword with intricate designs in the black blade, a leather hilt that had two sets of wings, on one side, angel wings, on the other, demon wings. There was a large, sky blue with swirls of purple orb in the middle. Sibi's top half emerged on the blade, smiling happily.
"Wow... w-we can match wavelengths..." Hiro murmured happily as he held the weapon. The form looked like it would weigh a ton to anyone else if they tried to hold it. Turning back into a human, Sibi smiled.
"Looks like we're partners, yeah?" He said, smiling at Hiro.
"yeah! Oh, we have to get to professor Stein's class!"
"You're late, Hiro." Stein turned around in his wheelie chair, looking at the blonde and the grassy haired males. Before Hiro could say anything, Sibi spoke up.
"It was my fault, Hakase. I was helping Hiro-san with some jerks that were bullying him." He said, standing up straight and looking at Stein with eyes that spoke nothing but the truth.
"And who might you be? If you're a new student, introduce yourself and tell us what you are." He stated, looking the teen up and down.
"Alright. My name's Sibi Gardevoir. I'm from France and I'm a Enchanted Devil's Archangel Longsword. I'm also Hiro-san's weapon." He said, smiling. There was silence before people started laughing. He looked confused and looked at Hiro with confusion plastered onto his feminine face. "What is funny?"
"That Hiro has a partner! It's impossible!" Someone called out, causing more laughter.
"It's not impossible! I'm Hiro's weapon, and he's my meister! We'll prove it, too! Hiro!" The blonde held out his hand and Sibi transformed, turning into the kickass sword that he was. Hiro had no problem holding him in his hand, seeing to that Sibi was lighter than a feather to him. Everyone gaped in awe at the awesome sword in his hand that he'd managed to hold with NO PROBLEM.
Stein raised an eyebrow at Sibi and Hiro. Something about Sibi wasn't right, more like his soul. It had something around it, hiding it from view. Like a steel box.
"Maybe you'd like to show what you've learned from watching your classmates. Hiro, Sibi, you are to spar with Maka and Soul. let's get outside."
Once all of Shibusen was gathered out side, Hiro and Sibi stood beside each other, while Maka and Soul stood beside each other. Sid laid down the ground rules of the fight and they were about to begin.
'I should probably be careful. This is Hiro's first time in one of these fights, I'm guessing. I have to stay in control.' Sibi thought, looking at his meister. Soul turned into a scythe and Sibi turned into a sword. Maka wasted no time in getting up and close to attack. Hiro hurriedly and panickedly blocked her attack. Sibi and Soul appeared in the blades of their weapon forms and glared at each other.
"How about you and your meister just back off, scythey!" Sibi snapped, his eyes narrowing.
"How about you get that stick out of your feminine ass, Swordy!" Soul retorted, smirking. Sibi's eyes widened and twitched. While the weapons insulted each other, Maka and Hiro were busy swinging them and trying to disarm each other. Maka came close almost everytime, only to get distracted by Soul and Sibi's bickering.
"Soul, focus!" "Sibi, knock that off!" The meister's scolded their weapons.
"He's being an ass, Maka." Soul whined while Sibi only replied with a simple: "Understood, Hiro." On the side lines, Stein was watching Hiro's fighting style. It was kind of unstable. Looking at their souls, it seemed as though Sibi's soul was about to implode on itself. Sid looked at the other teacher.
"What's the matter, Stein?" He questioned, looking at the insane man on the rollie chair.
"Sibi's soul. It seems as though it's about to implode on itself." He explained, rubbing the bridge of his nose. 'The longer this fight goes on, the more unstable Sibi's soul will get. What will happen when that happens?' Stein thought, watching as they fought.
Unknown to Maka and Hiro, Sibi was in severe pain. Soul had noticed the look on his fellow weapons face everytime they collided. He seemed like he wished to scream.
"Maka, something's wrong." He stated when they'd jumped back from Hiro and Sibi.
"What do you mean, Soul?" She asked, looking at him confusedly.
"Sibi's in extreme pain or something. Everytime we collide, he holds back a scream." Soul explained. On the other side of the battle, Hiro looked at Sibi.
"Sibi, what's wrong? Are you in pain?" He asked in a worried tone.
"I-I'm fine. We have to keep fighting." Sibi said, panting.
"Sibi, I can't fight if you're in pa-" "I SAID I'M FINE!" Hiro wasn't prepared for the snap that escaped his partner. For once, Hiro's face grew incredibly stern.
"Sibi, No. I'm not going to keep fighting if you're in pa-" "G-GAHH!" Maka and Soul looked over at Hiro, who was trying to talk to his partner. Something was wrong, incredibly, terribly, wrong. Sibi was screaming in pain, the sound echoing from the blade. Maka, using soul perception, looked to see the supposed steel box around his sould cracking, ripping apart if you would. His wavelengths were getting higher in frequency, making them more dangerous.
"HIRO! YOU HAVE TO DROP HIM! HIS SOUL! SOMETHING'S WRONG!" She called to her fellow meister. Hiro looked at her then his partner in his hands.
"I-I CAN'T! I'M GOING TO HELP HIM!" He called back, determination set in his voice. "SIBI! IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, BREAK FREE! HIT ME WITH EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT!" He yelled to the weapon within his hands.
"I-IF I-I D-D-DON'T HOLD BACK, Y-YOU'LL GET HURT!" Sibi yelled, crying out in pain. Chunks of the ground that was near them started to float. Everyone scrambled to get back inside Shibusen for cover.
"Sibi. I'm you're partner. You don't need to hold back, let it go." Hiro stated, looking at the reflection of the boy in the blade. "But you need to trust me to do so, then know this. Ever since this morning when you managed to save me from those guys that were being horrible and treating me like that, I knew I could put my trust in you. But can you put your trust in me?" Sibi looked at him with pained eyes.
"I..." He looked away, thinking, then looked back, face set. "I-I trust you..." With that, a large burst happened, filling the air with sounds of pain from both the Meister and Weapon.
So, first chap, whatcha think? Like it, love it, hate it, or just don't give a flying fuck, tell me.
