Prologue
Death the Kid
Very little about Shibusen surprises me at this point.
Even the daily yelling on the front porch of the institution is no longer a shock.
Is it because it's always the same people? My friends.
I'm still not used to having friends. The concept alone still puzzles me. Why would anyone willing stand beside someone making a horrible mistake, and still back them up – knowing it's not a sound decision?
Maybe mistake isn't the right word, but it was the first thing that came to mind.
Now, don't misunderstand me. I like having people that care. It's just that people confuse me. Maybe it's because I'm a little different. Not so different that I can't resonate with them, though.
And no, it has nothing to do with the fact that my father runs Shibusen, so don't think I consider myself special for that. Sure, being on the inside is nice, but there are some situations that I can't find the answers to in the library. But don't tell Maka that. She'd probably try to find the answer to my "problem" on a shelf somewhere.
Anyway, part of it is that I'm just a little different physically.
Having a life span of nearly ten-thousand years is only part if it. Same with the gold eyes and the striped hair. I'm not particularly fond of my hair however…
Okay, focus. Still trying to explain here. And I apologize for the random sighing.
And the mental and emotional breakdowns in certain situations…but we'll deal with that later.
Overall, my point in this little ramble was that I assumed today was like any other day, and as a result was not expecting much of anything of interest to happen on the way in. Maybe I should make a mental note of this realization because I'm not sure how many days it actually applies.
Maybe I've been missing life, hmm?
So first I'll explain that first meeting and things will make a little more sense. Well, as much sense as my life makes. Heh.