Okay, so I lied... I decided I'm going to make the Emotions challenge on a separate drabble collection so that way the other one doesn't get all twisted and what not...
Here I will leave you the first challenge. Remember, some of these drabbles will be short and they will all be multipairing, meaning that some of them will be dedicated to Soul/Maka, Stein/Marie, Spirit/Kami, Kid/Liz, Black*Star/Tsubaki, and some will be friendship oriented, so deal with it! Also, rating will vary.
1. Birth
From the moment she was born she was expected to be the greatest thing in their lives, the little bundle of joy with enormous emerald eyes was here and nothing could be better.
She grew up to be smart and to excel not only in academics, but also in athleticism and being at the top of the academy when it came to being a meister, other than dealing with the male specimen, specially after her parent's divorce.
He was expected to be a genius, but he turned out to be a prodigy. He was composing music by the time he was 7, but failing miserably to meet up to his parents expectations, being left to live chasing after his brother's shadow.
That was until that fated day in which they all found out that the youngest member of the prestigious Evans family was a weapon. That day, he had finally found something to excel at, and he promised himself he would be the best Scythe out there and find himself the coolest meister.
She was born into a family of top notch swordsmen. Men who live to their way of the sword and nothing more. Discipline was expected and it came to her like second nature, she had to be as stealthy as the wind, as light as a leaf, always aware of her surroundings and, eventually, she'd become strong enough to carry the Nakatsukasa legacy in the art of Dark Scythes.
But for now she was just a wallflower, passing through life unnoticed, and for now that was enough.
He was born... into something he doesn't even remember. A time that didn't exist, just like he wasn't supposed to. He was the son of an out of mind whacko assassin that was consumed by the power of a sword. He was left forgotten amidst a sea of dead bodies until his shrieking scream broke into the silence of the night and a great man picked him up and protected him from selecting the path that his once father and clan had chosen.
Now he was a self-proclaimed god that would overcome any obstacle that got placed in his path. He had never met the terrifying fear of self-defeat. And he would make sure he never did.
They were born and immediately introduced to the hard cold streets of New York. Their beds made out of cardbox and their mother disappearing in the middle of the night, leaving them to fend for themselves until the crack of dawn, when she would come back and collapse into the comfort of the mattress, leaving them to work now. They were two in a million, twins born years apart. They had to put their abilities to use, so they would go and jump the nearest stranger and at night, when they would come back to their solitary hotel room, they would ask for forgiveness to the God of Death.
Now they were being taken care of like they never had before and for the first time in their lives, they found themselves thankful.
He was born into a line of shinigami, and as one of them he had to keep truth to his obligations. He needed to be perfect, to have everything be in balance. And little by little he was expected to spread that balance across the globe, with the help of his friends, he was expected to turn into the greatest shinigami ever. That's what he would tell himself.
And now he just found himself thinking that not everything has to be in complete balance with the world. We all need that little bit of chaos thrown at us in the shape of friends and mishaps.
From birth, they were all family without being aware of it.
