Chapter 1: Another day, another fail…
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"Can this day get any worse?" the girl sighed, already fed up with all the drama.
And now here was yet another pain in her ass telling her how much of a bitch she was and how stuck up she was. It's not that she was either one of those, but she would sure act the part if the girl, a weapon she had refused to waste her time on, kept annoying her.
Mikadzuki Windsong had been at the DWMA for 2 years now, and still didn't have a partner. It wasn't for lack of trying. She'd gone through at least 50 or so candidates, most of them males that had a mindset to do more than just fight with her, and none lasted past the one week try-outs. It seemed that there wasn't one weapon in this school that was good enough for her. And that's what she told many of the ones that wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. Mika refused to be partnered with some ignorant fool that would only get her killed later. Including this current one…
She turned her thoughts back toward the weapon girl, a shotel named Amira, who would not shut up. Mika had given her the same test as all the others. A week of working next to her, having to put up with her annoying personality, listening to her droning on and on about how Mika should do this or that, demanding she follow the weapon's orders….
Suddenly Mika's hand was wrapped around the girl's throat, pressing slightly to make her silent. Mika's voice was soft and menacing as she spoke. "When I said I didn't want you, that was your cue to leave. Now do it quietly or I won't be responsible for what happens next." Her grip tightened, sending her point home before releasing the girl.
As Amira tried to pick herself up, rubbing her throat, Mika was already gone.
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A/N: So I'm trying out fanfiction again for the first time in a long time. Like my other story on Fiction Press, this one was also inspired by sketches and ideas with my mate Mezzo. Hopefully you will enjoy reading it as much as we do writing it.