CHAPTER 1: Enter Darin and Kythe!

Start of the first day!

As I slowly wake up, I rub my eyes and look at the clock. It says 9:00 AM. Wait, 9:00? Crap, we're late! I leap out of bed, only to slip on some of the art supplies I have strewn around the room. I land on my face. I groan as I get up.
"This is going to be a long day." I said. I look around at my room. It looks as though a tornado went through it. I slap my hand to my face. "Man, only here 3 days and I've trashed the place. Kythe's going to kill me."
I'm willing to bet that you have no idea who I am, or who this Kythe person is. Allow me to elaborate.
My name is Darin Sorenson. I'm seventeen. I have medium length black hair, and gold eyes. My usual garb involves a dark hoody and denim jeans. Usually blue. I stand about 6 ft. Tall. My build is lean and muscular. I am a weapon meister. More on that later.
The "Kythe" I mentioned earlier is my best friend and weapon partner. His real name is Kyle Eithen Harvester, but I call him Kythe for short. He's also seventeen. He stands about 5'10 and has blazing red, short, scruffy hair. He also has green eyes, which contrast greatly against his eyes and usual attire. Be usually dresses in a red t-shirt, usually with some witty phrase on it. Also, and this is something I always found strange, is that fact that no matter what the weather is like, he always wears shorts.
He has a medium build, and despite his messy hair, is crazy about keeping the house clean.
Alright, after that little bit of breaking the fourth wall, we will move on with the story.
I stumbled out of my room fully dressed. I bang on Kythe's door. After about thirty seconds of silence, I start kicking the door. As I wind up a particularly powerful kick, the door opens.
A groggy Kythe stands in the door way. "What is goi-." He stops short as my already wound up kick finds its mark right between his legs.
"Sorry sorry sorry! Are you ok?" I frantically yell.
He's on the floor, doubled over and convulsing with pain. He glared at me.
"What do you think, moron! I'm not break dancing!"
After about 5 minutes of him yelling at me, he calms down and asks me why I woke him up so early. "Early!? It's 9:00! The school starts at 7:30!"
He looks at me in annoyance. "You forgot to set your clock to the right time, didn't you?"
I think back to the day before. "Oh! As a matter of fact I did forget. Sorry."

We managed to leave at the correct time, after fixing my clock. We set off for school, and by school I mean the great academy known as the DWMA, or Death Weapon Meister Academy. Today was our first day as actual students. We had been working with Kythe's family, the Harvester family, before. As such, we have a lot of experience working together. This was just a way to meet other meisters and weapons. As we approach the steps, our jaws drop. The staircase was not only huge, but steep as well.
I look to Kythe and say "Well, we better get started." And I take off running up the staircase. I look behind and see Kythe close behind with a wicked smile on his face. He loves competition.
By the time we reached the top, we were both gasping for air and crawling on our hands and knees. "There ...must...be... 1000 steps...on that staircase." As I gasp this out, I see a pair of black dress shoes walk up to me. I also notice two other pairs behind the first. I get up and dust myself off, then turn to face the newcomers. The one in front seemed to be about 15. He had black hair with 3 white stripes in it. He wore a black formal suit that had various skull shapes on it. The strangest thing about him was that he was perfectly symmetrical in every way, save the stripes in his hair.
The two people behind him wore identical outfits, but one looked younger than the other. They both had blond hair, and wore a blue and white cowboy hats, red shirts and blue jeans. The older one had longer hair, and the younger was staring at us with childish curiosity.
The boy spoke first. "Actually there are exactly 888 steps. It's wonderful, don't you think?"
I give him a skeptical look. "Ya, it's fun and all, but why so many? Who are you guys anyway?"
"My name is Death the Kid, but you can call me Kid. These are my weapon partners, Liz and Patty Thompson. My father is the headmaster of this school. Are you students?"
"Actually, today is our first day. My name is Darin Sorenson. This is my weapon partner, Kythe Harvester." I gesture to Kythe as he gets up. "Are you here to give us the tour?"
Kid chuckled. "No. The people you are looking for are Maka Alburn and Soul Evens. They will be waiting for you at the entrance." He pointed with his thumb towards the school. It was a massive building. Just like Kid, it was symmetrical in every way. I turn to look at Kid, but he and the girls were already walking towards the entrance. He stopped, turned, and said, "By the way, welcome to the DWMA." He says, and turns away. The younger girl turns around and shouts back," See you guys later! Have fun!" She says, waving to us.
I turn to kythe. "Well, looks its going to be a great day." He says. We then turn a walk towards the school.

Kenshi: Yo readers! This is my first solo fic, so please reveiw.
Kythe: Kenshi, you spelled review wrong.
Darin: LOL
Kenshi: ... Darin, this isn't a chat room.
Darin: OMG! TTYL!
*Darin is offline*
Kythe: ...
Kenshi: ... Wait, what?!
Kythe: ooookay, anyway, KenshiThe9th does not own soul eater or its characters. Except for me and Darin.
Excaliber: Fools! No one can own me!
Kenshi: GET OUT OF MY STORY!
Patty: Bye guys!