a/n: hello. an oc fic. how original of me.
There is a strange girl walking the steps of the Death Weapon-Meister Academy.
Of course, all students and staff of the DWMA are weird by default that it is almost always joked that if you want to be a student of the Academy, you have to be weird; but this girl's appearance and antiques might be a tad bit weirder than what is normally seen in the DWMA.
She is wearing a big sunhat with a large sunflower attached to it. Her clothes are somewhat not fit for the era, wearing a dull green Victorian travel dress. On top of that she wears a dark green blazer with a dusty rose pinned onto it. She holds a dark brown luggage with both of her hands, and sticking between her arm and her hips is a white parasol. Her luggage might be a bit too heavy for her as there is sweat on her face, and there is an annoyed expression on her face.
"I can't understand why Mother had to send me here!" She whispered furiously to herself, taking a moment to rest and putting down her luggage. She wipes the sweat from her face. "Was I not doing well with my studies?"
It is evident that she is not around here, not in the way that she was not from Las Vegas but in a way that she wasn't from America. She had brown skin, brown like wood but not as strong as wood. Her nose was not button-like, but wide and stout. Her biggest and perhaps most attractive feature on her was her eyes; large expressive brown eyes that could be more attractive if it were not annoyed at the moment—if it took a moment to sparkle, then perhaps it will be gorgeous. She had long black hair that was tied up in a bun and hidden inside her sunhat.
She didn't look like she was from around here, but the thing that gave her away the most was her accent. It was a bit rough, as if she wasn't used in speaking in English but she was still understandable (don't be mistaken though, she is fluent in English). In a way, it was almost endearing.
"Well, perhaps it's not Mother's fault." She frowned, and picked up her luggage with great difficulty. "But rather the one who made this academy to have almost a thousand steps!"
She was exaggerating. The DWMA steps were not almost a thousand steps; they were over a thousand steps.
She made her way up to the DWMA steps with no ease. She was having a hard time, as she was not someone who regularly did physical activities. She was out of shape, as seen in her chubby and stout figure. Walking up stairs was something she did not do every day and thus therefore considered it a strenuous activity. She would much rather stay indoors all day, reading, rather than going out and picking fights with people or socializing.
To put it simply, our protagonist is someone lazy as fuck with antisocial tendencies.
"I take offense to that." She whispers to no one in particular (except maybe the dear author of this story). "I'm not lazy, I'm just a scholar. I'm also, not antisocial—I have friends!"
The 'people' she considers her friends are her Mother, her mother's workers and the parasol she's carrying with her right now. Two aren't quite 'people' and technically cannot be considered her friends, the workers of her Mother are what you would call work acquaintances and cannot also be considered as friends.
After what seemed to be hours (it was only thirty minutes), she finally reaches the top of the steps and in front of the Academy itself. She heaves and gasps for some air as she puts roughly puts down her luggage. It slams on the floor, which causes the girl's eyes to widen in shock and in surprise (almost as if she did not know that her strength could do that, which was understandable when you were an antisocial recluse who was a bit lazy to do basic exercises).
"Eeek! My stuff!" The girl exclaims in horror as she quickly opens the luggage, which contained only two sets of clothes—the rest were books, and checks if none of her things were damaged. Some of the books that was in her luggage was personal favorites of hers and was quite pricey for the knowledge they had inside, most (if not all) were fragile and it would indeed be worrying if they got damaged, that would be weeks of restoration and repair (things she enjoyed, but did not have the time for). Seeing that none of her stuff was damage, she breathes a sigh in relief and closes her luggage. She proceeds to lay on it as she catches her breath.
DWMA huh? The girl thinks as she breathes heavily. Must be important if Mother had to send me here, but it's not like I didn't have important stuff to do to!
She huffs as she thinks about how her mother suddenly decided to send her to an Academy (which she did not need, thank you very much! She already completed all further studies with her Mother and was only self-studying in her most favorite field which happened to be her expertise—Literature). She had all her days planned! She only hoped that this visit wouldn't take more than two days.
"Are you Miss Life?" A gruff voice snaps her out of her rest. The girl snaps her head up and sees a rather large man with dreadlocks and the strangest skin color—blue.
"Blue skin—a classic symptom of zombification." The girl mutters as her eyes glazes by, thinking of her personal copy of 'Zombification and You! How to Easily Turn Your Friend Into a Zombie, a Guide by Doctor Franken Stein' which she left at home. "Damn, I knew I should've brought it along with me!"
"Ahem." The zombie coughed to catch the girl's attention. "I'm not the type of guy to repeat myself—but are you Miss Life? Our Headmaster is extremely happy to have you in our Academy. Or at least that's what He told me to tell you."
This snaps the girl out of her thoughts. Extremely happy to have her in His Academy? She mules over what the zombie just told her and then sighs, that meant and implied she was to stay in the Academy for more than a couple of days. She clutches her luggage and pulls it closer to her, almost hugging it; her parasol is nearby her and she looks at it almost longingly. She finally understands why her Mother sent her to go here—to visit the Death Weapon-Meister Academy.
"Miss Sol, it seems like we're going to stay here for more than two days." She tells the parasol. She heaves a sigh and deflates on her luggage. She snaps up, remembering the zombie and immediately stands up, surprising the man.
"How inconsiderate and impolite of me!" She walks up to the zombie and smiles nervously. "I do hope you forgive me, my Mother didn't inform me that I was to go to this Academy."
"Don't worry Miss Life. It's all forgiven and a thing of the past—after all that's the kind of man I am." The zombie man seemed relieved that this girl was no longer hugging her luggage or talking to her parasol. "The name's Sid, by the way."
"It's quite nice to meet you Sid, though it is quite weird to be called Miss Life—even if that is indeed my birth name. Just call me Lie." She smiles, this time for real. "After all Miss Life is my mother. Still earning my title, you know?"
Sid, almost unfazed that the girl in front of her is the daughter of Life—the goddess of all things living, the literal personification of Life and well—the opposite of the Death God, nods.
"Come follow me, Lord Death has been waiting." Sid simply tells her. He does not bother to inform her that the Headmaster has been waiting for almost two hours past the scheduled meeting time, as he pities the girl. It was evident to the zombie that she had a hard time walking up the steps. He starts walking, assuming that Lie will follow.
"Wait!" Lie suddenly calls out, as her legs turn to jelly—the adrenaline of being impolite to someone was already fading and her body was back to being tired. It seemed that her body would not respond to what she would like to do (which was get the hell out of there—wait no, she definitely meant take her luggage and follow Sid). "Er, that trek up here did not definitely bode well for my legs nor arms and hopefully not my luggage, so uh—"She looks at him shyly,"—A little help here?"
Sid sighs, not quite believing this girl was the daughter and next in line to become Life herself, he approaches the girl and heaves both Lie and her luggage on his shoulder and makes his way to Headmaster Death's office.
Well, this is the kind of guy I am. Sid thinks as he listens to Lie being in awe of his strength. He doesn't admit that he feels a strong surge of pride and satisfaction welling up inside of him, it feels good to receive some attention as the Academy has been used to his strength for a while.
They make their way to Lord Death's office. Sid and Lie does a great job of ignoring whispers drawn their way. After all, Sid carrying a new girl and her luggage over his shoulder was not a normal sight at all. Normally, it would be either Soul or Black Star being dragged by Sid—not some new girl.
"So, this is what it feels like to be tall." Lie whispers to herself in awe as she watches her surroundings. The DWMA wasn't any special to any school she has been, except for the fact that there were some weapons that were being handled by the students and candles were being used as lights. She grasps her parasol tightly. "Look at this Miss Sol, a once in lifetime moment! The chance to look at how tall people see the world."
"You really like that parasol, don't you?" Sid suddenly pipes up. He has been curious ever since the girl called her parasol 'Miss Sol' from when Sid picked her up from the front of the school, before he literally picked her up.
"Huh! Oh—yes!" Lie answers, a bit taken aback that the zombie asked her that question. She pulls Miss Sol closer to her and looks at her lovingly. "She's been with me ever since I was a kid! Miss Sol was so pretty back then ya know? Ah! Well, she's still pretty even now!"
Sid tenses a little bit, as bead of sweat rolls down his face; he is a bit creeped out that Lie would refer to an obviously inanimate object as a person. The parasol was not a weapon, the same way that Lie was not a meister—Sid should know, he checked. Either this girl was cuckoo in her head and the madness wavelength was affecting her or she had a strange attachment to this object.
They finally arrive outside the door of the Headmaster.
"Lord Death told all of us to not disturb you two while you talked, so this is where I stop accompanying you." Sid carefully drops Lie's luggage on the floor before putting the girl right side up. Lie's legs wobble and she uses the wall to steady herself. She smiles kindly at Sid before she dusts off her dress and straightens any creases on her blazer. She puts her parasol between her arms and hips again as she picks up her luggage (once again having a hard time).
"Thank you very much for the ride here." Lie says, bowing her head a bit. "I'm sure my luggage and I were heavy! Not so much because of the books, but probably because of me." She says, gesturing to herself before quickly catching her luggage before it falls.
"Oh no, not at all." Sid tells her, smiling at Lie's politeness. "You weren't heavy at all, it was as if I was carrying a bag of grapes and even if you were heavy, it wouldn't bother me at all—that's the kind of guy I am, after all."
"…" Lie looks taken a back. She smiles after a few moments, "Thank you again." She says before she turns her back on Sid and knocks the Headmaster's door. She looks at Sid for a final time, smiles at him in a thanking way, before entering the Headmaster's room.
Well, let's see what was so important that Lie had to stop her analysis and reading plans for.
a/n: i hope you won't be bored? this will be an oc/kid fic because i'm trash and couldn't stop playing around with death's counterpart. feel free to, i don't know, leave a review if you liked it or not!?