Darkness. That was all Koneko saw for the first minutes of her dream, as it has been for the last few weeks. She suspected it be because of her recent defeat from a witch, who had taken over her mind. She awoke with a shock, sweat pouring down her face. The worst part had come. What had been haunting the rest of her dreams. The thing was her failure, her falling into the madness, only to be removed by a close friend. Her meister had been killed by the witch, and his closest friend, crush and weapon, Koneko, had been controlled the whole time. Used, controlled, fallen under the influence of the witch. Koneko shook herself, and stood up onto the hard floor beside her bed. Her knee high fuzzy socks and long sweater did nothing to stop her shaking, and she shuffled into the surprisingly warm bathroom. Running the hot water in the sink, she splashed it onto her pale face and looked into the mirror before her. She saw her regularly pale face, even more pale than before. Her light yellow eyes were wide with fear and anger in herself, and the long scar under her right eye stood out like the plague. She had gotten that when she had first met her meister, when she was freed from being a slave of a witch. Koneko shook her face more and turned off the water. "Koneko? What are you….." The sound of her roommate's voice faded into a snore, and Koneko's lips curved into smile. The other weapon in the house never ceased to cheer her up.
The next morning Koneko awoke to her roommate, Muika, cuddled up next to her. Falling off the bed a growling, Koneko pushed herself up. "MUIKA WHAT THE HELL!"
"Ohhh sorry, you were shaking like crazy and I thought you were cold" Muika smiled her cheshire grin, and Koneko eased her body a bit. "I had the dream again" Koneko confessed, frowning and looking to the ground. "Oh Koneko! It wasn't your fault!" Muika quickly said, standing up and hugging Koneko tightly. Muika wiped away her tears, and put her hands on Koneko's shoulders. "Let's get ready for school" And with that they went along to their daily routine.
Dressed in her regular outfit (You know what I'll put a 'Too lazy to describe, go down part at the end of every chapter, so this'll be the first time with her clothes), Koneko walked out the door with her friend. Two strong souled, meisterless weapons , Koneko and Muika, never expected to meet the one they would die at the hands of, even if they would also end up being one close to them. Just that day would be the start.
((So…this is my first fan fiction! I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed making the first chapter, and if I get at least 2 positive responses, I'll keep on making more! Reading this over it looks crappy to me, but I guess that what we call 'Hard self-judgment'. Ciao!))
Too lazy to describe!
Koneko's outfit
Koneko wears a short, tight tank-top that has crisscross straps (Orange, mind you), and has a vertically striped, black and white, tank underneath. She wears tight shorts that would be counted as 'booty-shorts' that match the color of the over layer tank. She has high, above the knee socks that match the under layer tank top. Her shoes are a solid black, and they reach just below her knee.