TITLE: "Change"
OC'S IN THIS CHAPTER: Raven Christopher, Tyson Pinle.
SUMMARY: It's been ten years since the defeat of the Kishin Asura, and things have changed at the DWMA. Kid is in charge of the school, and everyone's teenage years are over. Now it's their job to teach the new generation of Meisters and Weapons. Though with the many unique characters in this generation, it may not be too easy.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Soul Eater, or any of its original characters. All OC's are owned by me, as well as the plot to this fic.
CHANGE
CHAPTER ONE: NEW STUDENT, RAVEN! WHO'S STRIKER?
Raven's mouth fell open when he saw the school. His pale blue eyes widened at the sight of the DWMA. It was visible from the bus he was on, standing high above the city surrounding it. Even from ten miles outside of Death City he felt tiny.
"I know how ants feel now," the black-haired teen mumbled in astonishment. He turned his head when the person next to him laughed at his statement.
"Yeah," the stranger said, "I felt the same way."
The teenager smiled, showing straight white teeth. He had dirty blonde hair that was short, a few shaggy strands falling into his face. His eyes were bright green, almost neon, and his eyelashes were long for a guy. His skin was tan, to be expected from someone from this part of the world. Though being around all these tan people made the black-haired teen feel like a snowman.
"My name's Tyson Pinle," he said, offering his hand. Raven shook it, about to give his own name when Tyson added, "One-Star Weapon."
"You're a Weapon," Raven stated. Tyson nodded, smiling proudly.
"Yep!"
"So you must attend the DWMA, right," the black-haired teen asked curiously. He received another nod from the blonde. "Mind showing me around?"
Tyson's bright green eyes widened, and so did his smile. "A new loner, huh? Sure, I'll show ya around the school. But only under one condition."
Raven rose one of his thin black eyebrows in question, "Ok, what's this condition?"
"That you tell me your name," the Weapon stated, raising one of his own eyebrows.
The black-haired student blinked his light blue eyes for a moment, confused. But he smiled a moment later, grinning, "Raven. I'm Raven Christopher, soon-to-be One-Star Meister."
"And that, my apprentice, is the last stop on our tour," Tyson said rather loudly, gesturing to the bedroom that his apparent 'apprentice' would be staying in. "And you, sir, are very lucky to get your own room."
Raven rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, grinning. "Yeah, I hear it's hard to get your own room here."
"No kidding," the Weapon snorted, back landing on the bed with a rather loud thump, "I tried for three months, and nada. I got stuck with Mucus-Mike as a roommate! I can't wait to get enough money to go get an apartment…"
The black-haired Meister chuckled, setting down his bags. He heard the bed squeak, and saw his new friend move to stand next to the door. "C'mon, we need to get you to the new recruit room."
"There's a new recruit room," Raven asked, following the dirty blonde. He locked the door to his new room, jogging to catch up to his guide.
"No," Tyson said a few moments later, rolling his green eyes, "But we should get you to Sid. He'll give you a badge that says you're a Meister. All new students have to wear them for the first day."
"Does that mean that I'll get a partner today?"
"No, not necessarily."
Raven pouted a bit. He wanted to get a partner as soon as possible. What's a Meister without a Weapon, after all?
Though as the black-haired teen stared at the back of the slightly taller blonde's head in front of him, a brilliant idea popped into this head. Well, it was brilliant to him. Maybe not to the Weapon guiding him.
"Hey," Raven choked out, feeling a bit nervous, "Do you have a Meister already?"
"Yeah," Tyson mumbled, "Though she's completely and utterly insane. I mean, she doesn't think anything through!"
"Then why be Partners with her?"
"'Cause she's the best Meister in the world," the Weapon sighed. For a moment, Raven thought that there might have been more to the situation. But the blonde in front of him must have read his mind, because before he could ask, Tyson blurted out, "But I don't like her. Well I do. But in a friend kind of way."
"Okay," Raven mumbled.
"There's someone else that I've had a crush on since I first saw her," the Weapon said dreamily. His green eyes softened and seemed to shine a bit more brightly, if that was possible. "Though she doesn't like me back."
"How do you know," the black-haired teen asked, trying to boost up his new friend's confidence, "Maybe she does. Have you asked her?"
"Yes."
"Oh. How many times?"
"I don't know, lost count after eighty."
"Oh,"
"Yeah," Tyson sighed. "Whenever I ask her out, she replies with the same meaningful sentence."
"And that would be," Raven said, wanting to know. He thought that it would be something along the lines of 'We can't be together' or 'I love you, but I also love another' like in the movies. But the answer he got instead was not what he was expecting.
"No."
The black-haired Meister blinked in confusion for the second time that day. "That's it?"
"What were you expecting," the blonde laughed, "A 'We can't be together' type of thing? Those only happen in the movies. Only hopeless romantics think of those!"
"Hehe," Raven chuckled nervously, "Yeah…only hopeless romantics."
Raven walked rather dazed away from the blue Zombie Meister named Sid, blinking. Had he lost his sanity, or was he just gaining it? Was there even a way to tell? Maybe he had always been crazy but just didn't notice…?
"You saw the Zombie, too, right," the black-haired student asked. He needed to know if he had been dreaming or not.
As Raven pinned the badge that told everyone that he was a Meister, Tyson laughed, giving him a friendly slap on the back. "Yeah, he's real, dude. He's been around for a really long time."
"I would guess," Raven said. "After all, he's dead. A Zombie…how is it possible for someone dead to be up and walking around?"
"He's the Living dead."
"Whatever."
They walked in silence, not thinking about where they were going. The quiet was unbearable to Raven, and he tried to think of something to talk about.
"Hey," he said at last, "You never told me who your crush was."
"Hmm," Tyson hummed in question. His green eyes looked over at him through the corner of his eyes, and the ever-present smile on his tan face melted away. A pink blush spread across his tan face as he replied, "Oh, well…"
The black-haired Meister waited for a moment, wanting to know what he was going to say. But when his blonde friend stayed silent, he knew he wasn't going to get an answer.
"I probably wouldn't know who she is anyways," he said after a while, pushing it aside.
Tyson sighed. "My crush is Striker."
"Striker," Raven asked. "That's a strange name."
"Its her last name. She changed it when she came to the DWMA," the Weapon stated.
"Oh. When did she join the DWMA?"
"She's been here longer than all of the students," Tyson answered, "She's been here since she was only a few months old. Death-sama raised her like a little sister."
"Death-sama," the black-haired Meister mumbled in confusion.
"You'd know him by Lord Death, or Shinigami-sama, depending on where you're from. I've known Striker for a long time, and she's told me a few stories that Death-sama told her about his father, the original Death. I found it weird to call him Lord Death a while afterwards, so I call him Death-sama now."
"Oh."
The two boys walked in silence. Tyson put his hands into his pockets, green eyes staring straight ahead.
I wonder, Raven pondered.
What happened to the original Death?
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"Mrs. Maka," Raven said sheepishly, standing up where he was sitting. The named teacher turned to him, smiling brightly while raising one of her thin eyebrows.
"Yes, Raven," she asked, a bit of her irritation resounding in her voice.
"Um, well, I don't have a…a partner."
He and the Scythe Technician stared at each other for a few moments, blue and green eyes staring at one another.
"Alright," Mrs. Maka said after a few more minutes of uncomfortable silence, "You can pair up with Ace, then."