DWMA's latest student – weapon or villain? Chapter 2
Welcome back to the story everybody! As you all know the two new students at the DWMA are definitely off to a rocky start. Jezebel is currently cowering behind a rock, meanwhile scythe is dueling against death the kid. And now it is time for the conclusion. Enjoy everybody!
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater nor have I ever owned Soul Eater.
As he got up, his hands clenched into fists and a smile spread across his face.
"Now it's time for some real fun!" he said, his arm changing into a scythe.
He charged forward, his scythe blade glowing red. He closed the distance between him and Kid in an instant.
"Crimson Slasher!" he roared as his blade connected with kid.
An arc of electricity shot through him and his weapons, sending them flying backwards. Scythe quickly charged after him, his blade glowing once more. No sooner was Kid on his feet than Scythe slashed at him again. This time, he ducked the blade but Scythe instantly followed up with a different attack.
"Soul Force!" he said as he caught Kid in the side of the head with his other hand, sending him tumbling across the ground.
"We need to end this now!" Kid shouted as he brought his cannon arms together to fire another attack.
"Death Cannon!"
Scythe soul-forced the ground, launching himself over Kid's attack, right back at him.
"Crimson Slasher!"
Kid was sent flying back along with Liz and Patty, no longer in their weapon forms. This time Kid couldn't climb to his feet. He looked around and saw that Liz and Patty were both unconscious, and badly hurt.
"Liz...Patty...oh no..." Kid groaned, trying to get up.
He suddenly felt the sharp of edge of a blade. Towering over him was Scythe, with his blade poised beneath his chin.
"You lose." he said pressing the blade into Kid's skin.
"Stop."
Scythe instantly froze, then turned to see Jezebel standing behind him, her hand on his shoulder.
"Just stop." she said, her emerald eyes pleading.
For a moment he just stood there, before sighing and lowering his weapon. In a flash, his arm reappeared then he simply turned and walked away, Jezebel trailing behind him.
"What just happened?" Maka asked.
"I'm...not sure..." Stein said, a puzzled look on his face.
Later that day Jezebel and Scythe met up in a lonely hallway at the school.
"You shouldn't do that! You could have killed him!" Jezebel cried, slugging him in the arm.
"But I didn't, and that's what counts." Scythe responded coldly.
"Scythe, you need to be more careful, otherwise Lord Death might send you away, or worse." Jezebel said, worriedly.
Scythe lowered his gaze to the floor, not wanting to meet her eyes.
"You're the closest I've ever had to a friend. I don't want to lose you. Okay?"
" Okay..." he said softly.
Though he would never admit it, at least not yet anyway, Jezebel was his only friend.
The rest of the day was uneventful, for the two students, at least. It was a different story in the Nurses' Station, however, where Kid and his weapons were being treated. Both Liz and Patty were in a critical condition from the injuries sustained by Scythe's attack. Kid hadn't left their sides since it happened, he hadn't eaten, slept or even said one word about symmetry. With him were Maka and Soul, both of whom were trying to comfort Kid. Their attempts seemed useless, though - it seemed that until Liz and Patty woke up, this wasn't going to change.
"We've got to get him to eat something, or at least get some sleep." Maka said.
"Well, how are you gonna do that?"
Without a word, Maka pulled a book off the desk behind her, then chopped Kid's head with it! Still, he didn't budge or make a single sound.
"Well, that was brilliant."
Maka spun around and this time chopped Soul instead.
"Ow..." Soul groaned as he crumpled to the ground. He was definitely not going to be waking up anytime soon. Maka turned back towards Kid and realized something, Patty's eyes were open.
"Kid...hey...Kid" Patty murmured weakly, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
Kid seemed to instantly come to life again. He grasped Patty's hand tightly and she looked at him, her eyes half closed.
"Oh, Death, Patty… I'm so sorry...both of you...I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have gotten hurt."
"Kid, it's okay, really." Patty whispered.
"I'm worthless. What good is a reaper who can't even protect his weapons? I'm garbage, asymmetrical garba-"
"WILL YOU SHUT UP ALREADY?!" Patty shouted at him, "so we got hurt, get over it, now!"
"Yes, ma'am..." Kid said meekly, sitting back down, completely stunned.
Patty certainly had a way with words. Unfortunately, her words didn't last very long since she passed out again soon after her tirade. When Nygus came in, she told everyone that Liz and Patty were going to make a full recovery, though they were going to definitely have to take it easy for a while. They needed a break anyway.
Around the Academy, a variety of things were happening away from the reaper and his weapons. Jezebel was in her soul perception class. Scythe was in the Death Room facing a very, very angry Grim Reaper. Azusa was also visiting Lord Death, as was Spirit. Lord Death was furious, his usual cheery comical voice venturing towards murderous.
"You know, I should punish you severely for what happened today… but that is not my nature. This once, I'll go easy on you." Death growled.
"Hey look, just 'cause I kicked your son's ass doesn't mean you get to take it out on me." Scythe quipped.
"Why you little... I ought to chop you in half, you little brat!"
"Just try it, bone boy!"
"Hey, you can't speak to Lord Death like that!" Spirit said.
"And who is this, your cheerleader? Or are both of you a couple of ladies?"
"THAT'S IT!" Death and Spirit said in unison, tackling Scythe.
The three of them tumbled all around the Death Room for at least thirty minutes before Azusa finally lost her temper.
"That is enough!" Azusa shouted.
She seemed to tower over the three men making them seem downright puny. Her eyes gleamed with a glare that could put out the sun as she spoke like a mother scolding her children.
"But he started it!" Death said, childishly.
"I don't care who started it, okay? You two - that side of the room. Scythe - the other side of the room, right now!"
All three of them begrudgingly moved to their sides of the room, all the while pouting like little kids.
"Little annoying brat..." Spirit muttered receiving a serious glare from Azusa.
"Now then Lord Death, say what you going to say before this little… issue… got started."
"Ahem… as I was saying… I should chop you in half." Lord Death began, Azusa once again seeming to tower over the reaper.
"But, since that isn't in my nature, I shall let you off with a little warning. If I hear of even one more incident like this one I will expel you on the spot. Understand?"
"Yeah, yeah, I understand." Scythe said dismissively as he started walking away.
"Why you... come back here!" Death said, trying to break free of Spirit and Azusa who were currently holding him back.
"I'm going to chop you into next week!"
The rest of the day was, thankfully, uneventful. Soon, school was over, and Jezebel and Scythe made their way to what was now their new home.
As they walked through the door, suddenly, Jezebel's knees buckled beneath her, Scythe just catching her in time. Her breathing turned ragged and her face became very pale. He quickly set her down on the couch then ran over to their bags. He found one small suitcase lying behind the others. He opened it and quickly pulled out a small vial of violet liquid and a syringe. He drew an exact amount into the syringe as he had done dozens of time before. He quickly ran back then pulled out her arm and injected the liquid into it. Instantly her breathing returned to normal and color started to return to her face.
"Thank you..." she whispered meekly as he lifted her up off the couch.
"What happened this time?" Scythe asked as he laid her down onto her bed.
"The reaper kid shot me in the back. It was probably an accident though..." she mumbled, turning onto her side and falling asleep.
Without a word, Scythe reached down and lifted the back of her shirt to see the injury.
There was a red burn mark on her back, right where Kid had shot her.
"She needs to be more careful," Scythe thought to himself.
With her condition, just one mistake could put her into the hospital again. Scythe sighed and went to his room, which was right next to hers, and lay down in his bed. One thing kept running repeatedly through his mind like a broken record as he drifted off to sleep.
If I hear of one more incident like this one, I'll expel you on the spot.
I'll expel you on the spot.
I'll expel you.
Expel you...
Well that's it for this chapter everybody, hope you all liked it cause i'm working on chapter three right now! Tune in next time to learn a wee bit more about Jezebel and her mysterious illness. So any way buh bye now and see ya later!
