Chapter 1: Rushed Morning
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
''I hate this alarm clock... It drives me nuts!'' I yelled in frustration. I threw my blue pillow at it as the excessive chimes had stopped.
Ugh!
"MIZU EITHER WAKE UP OR SHUT UP!" Yelled a voice.
"WHATEVER!" I yelled back.
Today was my first day at the DWMA, Death Weapon Meister Academy.
Most of the student and staff there were either weapons or meisters.
Weapons were people who could transform into said object,
meisters were people who had excessively special wavelengths, and they had the ability to wield weapons.
Now, I was a bit different than most people, you see, I had meister blood run through my veins, and witch blood as well.
Many may be confused of this, because witches are said to be vile creatures, a nuisance to society you may call it.
However, I am quite unique. Due to the human blood infused within my very skin, I actually have a heart. Now, it might not be as pure as the oceans, but its just enough.
I get my special genes from my parents. Here's the story:
Mother and father never seemed to get along with each other.
My father, Alfie Hachi, was a man of light British origins. He had once been a successful inventor in fact, however it all crashed down one day as his several mental disorders had taken over. Bipolar Disorder, Cyclothymic Disorder, Avoidant Personality Disorder, Schizophrenia Disorder, list any major disorder and he had it. Before his syndromes had taken over, he was a respected weapon, a scythe who was just a soul off from becoming a death weapon. The intriguing fact about him, was that he could be capable of becoming a self weapon. He had a special ability in which he could convert his wavelength blasts into literal weapons. He converted the blasts into a shurkin like form, which we launched the weapon at his opponent. It was much like wavelength bullets shot from a human weapon.
My mother, Aiko Hachi-meaning child of love, was quite the admired woman, perhaps it was her pure Japanese heratige.
Nonetheless, I still remember the stories of her high school days within the academy, she was, a favorable person, you could call it. Her soft and strong personality had gathered the interest in my father, and they've known each other since.
It was love at first sight you could have called it, but I don't believe in such a thing. The two of them had formed an alliance and became partners, bonding over their tale of love as hearts flew through the air.
Many years later after they had figured out their lives the two had became engaged, planning to stay together forever until the end. Of course, mother was a delicate flower, she could break at the easiest thing, which is why she had kept a secret from father, the secret that would one day destroy them.
She was a witch.
In order to keep a stable and healthy relationship, the significant pair mush stay true to themselves, and each other.
Since mother had never done so, it was destined for the two of them to never succeed.
After roughly five years from my birth date, they had began to have arguments. It was nothing more than short moment of bickering at first, but then it had grown. Then the time had come when the secret was out.
Father had discovered me playing with magic, watching it spiral in the air as he froze with shock. Once the realization had hit him, he snapped. Yells were shot through the house as he screeched at her to leave.
Of course, he had only needed time to think, and as days and nights passed, she had never returned. He was granted his wish for time to think, he had the rest of his life to.
So several months had passed by, and I had to raise myself at such an age. The process had continued until several men in black suits had come and taken us both away. I can remember the event so clearly. . .
They had taken his and wrapped his hands in metal cuffs as they forced him into a car. He was much like a puppet, controlled by the outside, his body empty and eyes dull without life.
In the meanwhile, the men had taken care of me gently, offering me treats and such as we boarded a car and traveled into a new home, full of many other children. Back then I didn't know what it was, but its clear now. It was an orphanage.
The caretakers there weren't the most appreciated, they were in fact quite cold and uneasy, not to mention the other kids. They were just monsters.
It only worsened, as my child-like mind had seeked attention, I looked for way to entertain myself. The most appealing thing to me would be the swivels painted in the air by my magic. The caretakers had noticed, and threw me out, shunning my being.
Of course as I had wandered several more orphanages and foster homes had taken notice, but the same process of the cold shuns would repeat as they threw me out again.
After several times of being forgotten and hated, I had just given up, sitting in the dark forest one day just staring at the cars passing by on the unfamiliar highway.
It was that day in life when I had met a boy named Connor. His backstory was much like mine, being forgotten and shunned upon. His family had owned a dojo, and they had been all trained in martial arts. Connor was an excellent fighter, however, because of his body, because of his ability to transform into a weapon, he was turned away from. . .
Together, the both of us had continued to live, up to where we are today.
I sighed as I looked up into the ceiling, raising a hand out as I pretended to draw in the air.
As I traced a circular figure, sparks of stars and purple swirls had floated out, giving life to the dull room. My lips had curled upwards, my eyes filled with light as the colors of inspiration had effected the area.
This was a type of "petty magic" you could call it. In other words, it was effortless to due and used no mana.
Other types of serious magic such as combat exercises were a bit more overwhelming. It was those types that I could only activate in events of extreme emotion.
I assume the key of emotion from it was gained from the tempered and delicate personalities of my parents.
As I was a half-witch, my body had functioned slightly differently.
Due to my magical abilities activating from emotions, I had no control of when my soul protect had faded away, which means I could be revealed at any time, by anyone. Once my powers awoke, my brown eyes would morph into a deep amethyst, the tips of my leather black hair would do the same.
Much like my father, I could convert my own wavelength into weapons, it was much of a downgrade to his shuriken, but just as sharp. My wavelengths could be converted into needle like spikes, sleek yet deadly.
Back onto the topic of my weapon partner Connor.
If you can manage to get past his narcissistic ego when around ladies, as well as his light competitive side and corny jokes, he's actually a real nice person. His soft side isn't something you would see everyday, and then there's his brotherly like state over me, as well as his kept promises.
I smiled, painting a silver moon, when a loud headed person had kicked down the bedroom.
"BOOOM! YOU'RE DEAD! Haha! That was so a K.O." The dry jokes of my weapon had echoed though the room as I groaned.
I turned as I faced my weapon, whom was wearing a dark green hoodie with a DWMA skull on the back. His wrinkled denim jeans were secured with a cloth belt which was as plain as his head of ruffled hair, which greatly accompanied his forest green eyes. Below his olive skinned face, was a wooden necklace that lay on his neck. It was a simple leather cord with wooden bead charms attached to it. We had gotten it years ago at a festival we attended, the shop dealer had said it brought good luck.
I blinked at the obnoxious weapon, then sighed dramatically, raising the sheets over my head. "Leave me alone to my thoughts.."
"..Okay.. But I'll be leaving in 10." His voiced teased as he picked up the door and laid it off to the side, running off as if a child had taken candy from his mother.
"What are you talking about? It's still early!" I whined, peeking my head out as I looked at the fallen down alarm clock:
6:40 a.m.
"AYEE!' I shrieked, rolling out of the covers as I fell to the floor with an oof.
"Clothes, clothes, what to wear.." I murmured as I scrambled over towards my closet and browsed though the selections I had.
Connor and I had moved into this apartment just yesterday, we had gone out shopping with the weekly allowance the academy offered and went out to get clothes, using up the amount of money we had saved up as well.
"This can do." I mumbled to myself as I pulled out a purple shirt with a fishbowl containing a fish on the front, a single pair of black jeans, and a blue jacket. I whined as I headed towards the bathroom, careful to not trip over the sports equipment scattered throughout my bedroom floor.
As I rushed to the empty restroom I closed the door and switched into the outfit, brushing by teeth and detangling my hair at the same time.
"Mizu! Oi, I'm leaving now." he called I heard the front door swing open.
"Alright I'll catch up!" I replied as the door slammed shut.
Seconds later I had finished and I ran to the front, putting on a pair of dark purple sneakers as I locked the door and ran off onto the stone tiled street.
* * * * Minutes later * * * *
"I have the feeling.. That we're lost." Connor deadpanned as I sighed, taking out a pocket watch from my jeans as my eyes hovered the time.
7:10
So much for being early..
We roamed through the black tiled school with open minds, lost in the labyrinth of corridors.
Our destination was to go to the headmaster, Lord Death's office, so we could let him know that we accepted his invitation to the DWMA and were joining the academy. But that couldn't happen until we found the Death Room.
"We, are never going to find that room in a place this huge!" Connor whined.
"Just relax, we can ask for directions... If we find anyone." I walked further ahead, admiring the academy's architecture. The tan walls fit the building perfectly with thin black stripes of metal outlining the corridor every few yards, and bright lit wax candles used for lighting.
I turned at the next corner to the left and immediately bumped into a student. We knocked each other down.
"Ouch!" I reacted as I dropped to the floor.
"Oh I'm terribly sorry, I wasn't watching my surroundings." apologized a subtle voice.
I looked up as a pale boy had filled my vision. He seemed to be around my age, and worn a black symmetrical suit with a white collared shirt underneath. At the end of the collar, near his chest, he had a skull brooch and four white stripes evenly spaced going down to the end of the blazer from there. He also had six more white stripes on his shoulders, three evenly spaced on each side. He wore casual black dress pants with a pair of black dress shoes to match.
As I looked up I saw his hand reaching to help me get up. I took it and was about to say sorry, but then we made eye contact..
He had mesmerizing eyes, they were two different shades of yellow, a golden color on the outer area of his iris, and an amber on the inner.
That's not even including his hair. The cascade of raven strands had glowed from the lighting as his three white stripes had highlighted the mass of black.
"Oh dear, I apologize greatly." his kind voice floated in my head as he apologized yet again. "Here, let me help you up." he reached out a hand as I took it and stood up.
"Oh it's alright, accidents happen. I'm Mizu by the way. Mizu Hachi." I greeted with the slightest smile.
"I am Death the Kid but you may call me Kid." A moment passed then he gasped, wide eyed. "Wait, Hachi means eight does it not?!" he asked clearly interested.
"Yeah, it does." I nodded, a faint blush appearing.
In Japanese, you could translate my name Mizu, into water, and Hachi, into eight.
'Water eight.' a bit odd, but it's what I was given.
"Thats, a ... perfect name!" he exclaimed! "Eight is a perfect number due to its perfect symmetry and we all know that symmetry is amazing because it brings balance to the world! Without it the world would be a terrible place! Absolute garbage! Oh how I love my dear symmetry! It's quite precise, extremely invigorating!" he ranted on.
Urm.. I guess he loves symmetry...
I stood there with an awkward expression plastered upon my face.
"Don't you agree?" his voice interrupted my thoughts.
"I never really thought about it but...yeah! I guess symmetry is pretty cool!" I said with a smile on my face.
Kid just stood there, staring at me with a look that said: Hey, I like you!
Connor started at us, clearly amused. "Well, I hate to break this moment, but since you're not going to ask him, I will." he started
"Okay, so Kid, do you know where the Death Room i-.." his voice stopped when his eyes landed on a girl with straight dirty blonde hair.
His face was painted pastel red as he froze.
I turned the direction he was staring at, then had smirked.
'I see you've got your eyes on someone.' I teased Connor through thoughts with our weapon-meister connection.
"Hey Kid, who you talking to?" a bored voice came from the dirty blonde haired girl.
She walked from down the hall to near Kid.
She seamed a little older than all of us. She wore a red tube top with a high collar and a small white tie. Continuing on her hair, she had straight, long parted bangs. Above her head, she wore a cowboy hat, blue on the bottom divided onto white on the top with white stitches running in between the colors. Speaking of blue, she had deep blue eyes. She wore silver bracelets on one wrist and blue skinny jeans with some black heeled boots to finish off the look.
"Oh, are these the new students that your dad was talking about Kid?" asked a bubbly, curious voice.
It came from another girl who walked down the hall to Kid and the other girl. She looked similar to the girl wearing a hat. Same outfit except for the bracelets and jeans, she had puffy shorts instead. She also had different hair. She, unlike the other girl, had short blonde hair with bright blue eyes.
"Liz, Patty, this is Mizu Hachi and her partner Connor. They are the new students at the academy." explained Kid.
"Three things, which one's Liz and Patty, how did you know my name, and...Dad?" curiously asked the simple minded Connor.
"Liz is over here," Kid pointed to the tall girl behind him with long hair, " and Patty over there." He said, pointing to the other girl.
"I believe I've heard father mention the both of you several times." informed Kid. "And yes, Lord Death is my father." He proudly stated.
There was a slight moment of pause as everyone gathered their thoughts.
"Well, welcome to the academy Mizu, Connor." Liz said while giving a thumbs up.
"YAY! More friends!" cheered Patty as she glomped us with a bear smashing hug.
"Well, now that the introductions are over I do believe that you both need directions to the Death Room?" politely asked Kid.
"Yes please." Connor and I nodded in unison.
"Well, we're already late to class," started Liz.
"So we should show you guys all together!" cheered Patty, full of spirit.
"Sure, that'd be fun!" I smiled.
'Mizu, this is going to be an interesting day.' Connor had thought towards me.
'You betchya!' I faced his direction and smiled, giving a thumbs up.
MY FIRST FANFIC YUUH!
Update (7/11/14) I updated the chapter, providing more details and such :)
I'll just add this anyway, Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater, this is a non-profit fanfic.