NAGER AVEC LES AMES VERTES CH. 1 "BONJOUR"
(To Swim with Green Souls)
The world has been temporarely freed from madness, and for that, I am grateful. Yet, how long will it last?
"You there! Carry that bucket of plaster over!" Hollered Sid, loyal zombie to Shibusen, and now the director of the construction, more or less, re-planting of the school for meisters. Only days before, the world had been enveloped in endless madness, and now, the air has been cleared of insanity. Rid of the world's Kishin, or Demon God, but how long will the peace last? The destruction of such an enemy took its toll on the portable via-BREW demon tool building.
"Sid, why don't you take a break, you've been working so hard all day!." Said Mary, deathsythe and former teacher at Shibusen.
"Mary, you should still be in the infirmary! Who's watching over Cro...." He was interrupted by an abrupt,"Have a nice break!" As Mary hustled back through the front doors, sprinting down the corridors.
"I can't believe I left Crona all alone!" She didn't even reach the infirmary, as she skidded to a stop. Crona reached her peripheral vision as she walked down the hall, an I.V. in the arm that clasped the other, her shy nature showing through even when she walked.
"Crona! Get back into your room! You shouldn't be walking around without someone to watch you!" She said, her motherly instinct kicking in, though she herself had not held on to a man long enough to have children.
"But...Mary-Sama...the nurse...um, said with an I.V....I could walk around a little by myself and...Mary-Sama?" She saw Mary looking over at a group of people, of whom she had never seen before.
"Crona, do you know who they are?" Mary asked, Crona's puzzled face answered her question.
"Neither do I..." Mary then acquired an unusual look on her face.
"I'm going to listen in a little" She said, urging a little closer to the unfamiliar figures.
"But, Mary-Sa..." Crona stopped at the sight of Mary raising a finger, indicating a need for silence.
There were three people, one was a Shibusen employee, she was to keep records on all the students. She wore a beige pant-suit, and her brown hair was up in a bun. It was obvious that she had been kept busy all day, for she often impatiently pushed up her glasses from the tip of her nose, back up to her eyes.
"Names please."
"Cigale Jardin" Answered the next person in the group, she had shoulder-length hair, which held a greenish hue, similar to the color of her green eyes. She also had a heavy French accent, yet spoke fluent English. As her attire went, she wore a white t-shirt, as well as black cargo shorts, beneath them, black boots.
"And yours?" The women asked.
"Her partner, my name is Prix Alistair." Said the only boy in this assembly. Unlike his partner, he did not have an accent, and he was taller than her 5'4" frame by about seven inches. His skin was a tinted olive color, and his black hair reached down to his pointed chin. Also, he stood as though he had a metal rod cemented along his back, very straight, and very dignified. The red shirt he bore and his black jeans were almost completely veiled in a dark maroon trench coat that ended at his knee, where you could clearly see the bulges of his boots.
"Have you been here before?"
"Yes." They both answered simultaneously.
"When?" She asked, "I haven't seen you arou..." She was stopped by Cigales hasty approach.
"We were here a year ago for about a week, then I had an important family matter to attend to. So we returned to my home country, and waited in the French Branch." Her voice turned to a whisper, then increased.
"And yet...after all that time..." She turned to her partner.
"YOU STILL DON'T KNOW ANY FRENCH!!!" she bickered.
"I do to! Like...um....HOLA!" He said grinning, feeling triumphant.
"That.....is...SPANISH! IMBECILE!!!" Cigale spat back. The three then turned to their right at the sound of a yelp.
"That's why you looked so familiar!!!!" Mary yelled, grabbing Cigale by the hands.
"Um....uh...Mary-Sama?" Cigale answered, a look of confusion and shock on her face.
"You remember me!" Mary anxiously squealed. Yet, before she had spoken, the two, Cigale and Prix, were already looking in the other direction.
"Oh, hello Shinigami-Sama!" Mary yelped,"How are you?", quite the question, considering the God was still wearing the look of a piece of paper that has been put through a shredder.
"Better!" He said, clapping his giant hands together. "Who are these two? Would you introduce me?" He asked, appearing to bounce up and down, even though his appendage did not leave the floor. His skull for a head also tilted to a certain degree. Mary jumped as she let go of Cigale's hands.
"This is Cigale, and her weapon Prix! I met them when I was visiting the European area, I think Justin Row introduced me! They were talking about coming to Shibusen from the French Branch!" She said, joyfully.
"We are returning, we left unexpectedly last time, before we got a chance to meet cha'" Said Prix, as he shook the Shinigami's hand.
A sad look crept its way onto Shinigami's usually energetic face, as he looked around at his city through the window.
"I'm terribly sorry, but our classes are postponed at the moment, as you can probably see why..." He said, feeling utterly regretful. The air around the room thickened, sorrow filled the air. It was Cigale who broke the silence.
"Please sir! We would love to help in any way!" She said, putting a difficult smile on her face.
"I've got it! You can come with Crona and I" Mary said, "Oh yeah, this is Crona!" She pointed to her left, but Crona was already gone.
"Sorry, Crona is awfully shy" She giggled. "But, as I was saying you guys could come back with me to the infirmary, they need plenty of extra hands!". With a nod from Shinigami, they headed to the infirmary after dropping their suitcases off in a spare room, for they were going to stay at the home of Prix's parents, who had been living in Death City all of their lives. They expected a peaceful, normal hospital, calm and collected. That was only an obvious assumption, and they were mistaken! This ward was in chaos, nurses rushed to-and-fro, in every direction, noise clattered the air. Beeping, squealing, the sound of wheels hitting the floor. Suddenly, a nurse, with her rat's nest of hair, stopped mid-stride to look at Mary and her two unlucky helpers.
"Mary?"
"They came to help." She said smiling, though she did not notice the fearful pair behind her. Unlucky for them, Mary had them by the arms.
"Well..." The nurse thought, almost immediately, the lightbulb inside her head flickered.
"Here! Quickly!" She said, grabbing the two newcomers by the arms, running with them dragging behind her.
"Wa...WAIT! Ouch, stop that!" Prix screeched as the nurse shoved them against a nearby wall, they had to be 50 yards away from where they had begun. The nurses voice was harsh and strict. Most likely due to the week of none stop working, and lack of needed rest.
"I have a very important job for you two! Your able to fight, correct?" She asked quickly, Cigale and Prix nervously shook their heads "Yes" This nurse was beginning to freak them out, just a little bit.
"Good! Now in this room..." She pointed to a door close to them, "Are a few patients, when I left they were all asleep, when they wake up, they are NOT to leave this room. Got that?" She demanded, holding fists to their faces. By now, the two were shaking, they had fought their fair share of fights, but this nurse, was not to be taken lightly, and that moment, they both said,
"YES MA'AM!", the scary resident left, and the people left standing before the door sighed in relief.
"Well Cig, let's go, how hard can this be?" Prix said loudly, opening the door. Immediately a hand clamped over his mouth.
"Idiot! Le fille...."
"English Cig..."
"Fine, she said to be quiet! They are probably sleeping, now come on." She said, walking into the room. A gasp of air escaped her lungs as she saw the "Patients". Five people laying in beds, obviously asleep, I.V's in their arms, and multiple medical contraptions lying around the room.
"Cig, what is it? Do you know these people?" He asked, Cigale gave him a disgusted look.
"You idiot! I have not met these people, but at least I took the time to study up and read the news!" She snarled, angrily.
"Look like some regular, beat up people to me..." Prix said, holding her arms out to the side. He received a direct punch to the arm.
"Prix, these people saved the world from madness...Insanity!" She pointed to each person as she said their names.
"Maka Albarn...Black Star....Soul Eater Evans...Tsubaki....And Shinigami-Sama's son, Death the Kid.." She explained, trying to keep her mind straight, she felt honored to be able to soon meet them. Prix, still holding his arm from her blow, turned his torso.
"Prix, what are you looking a...."
"HIIIIIII!!!!!!! Yelled Patty, running in, and grabbing Prix playfully, launching him into the hallway, thus causing a dent in the brick. Liz, the older of Kid's pistol weapons, took the quieter approach, simply gesturing Cigale into the hall.
"Who are you? And who gave you permission into that room?" Liz asked, suspiciously.
"Yes, why?" Patty said, in a strangely demonic tone.
"We are going to kick your asses..." Prix said, audacity running through his system as he unhinged himself from the wall.
"PRIX! Shut the Hell up! There are people sleeping remember!" Cigale corrected, again, taking the first impression into her own hands.
"Bonjour, we are guarding this passageway from the patients inside, on behalf of a cynical nurse, who was gladly going to attempt to pummel us." She chuckled.
"Like she could..." Prix said, laughing.
"As I said, Bonjour, and It is nice to meet you"