It was swollen gray clouds and the smell of rain on cement that greeted Maka Albarn that morning. Buzzing cars and sleepy eyes. Bitter conversations and broken moods. If Death City were to be called one thing in the morning, it would be hell. A pounding in Maka's ears supported this claim.
The subway was already a quarter filled at 5am. The stone pavement was partially covered by unfamiliar faces, each sporting their own 'morning mask'. Even Black Star, who was leaning his full weight on Maka's shoulder as he zoned in and out of consciousness, couldn't bear to be loud. Maka barely noticed the extra weight on her right shoulder.
"Attention subway goers. Attention. The 5:15 train to Death Square is running late due to the weather. Sorry for the inconvenience. Please no, we are doing all we can to assure your safe travels. Thank you. "
Even the subway announcer didn't sound too sure of himself. Maka sighed, gently prodding Black Star's head. "Hey..." She murmured with a yawn. "Our train is going to be late. We won't get to school on time. You want to walk?"
Black Star groggily opened one eye. "The... What?" He breathed with a groan. Maka didn't bother responding. It was obvious to her that she and Black Star weren't going anywhere.
Blankly, Maka stared at the dark subway tracks. All she wanted was to go back to sleep and forget about interacting with the rest of humanity. The more people she saw, the more she remembered the night before. When she made the mistake of punching Death's son. Mama was surprised she had gotten any sleep that night. Even now it felt as if he was there... Waiting to make her suffer.
Though Maka didn't notice it, from the shadows there was someone watching. That same Shinigami stood leaning against the wall just before a subway tunnel. Kid was quiet, unblinking as he watched Maka and Black Star shift around, trying to manage their uneven weights. Kid frowned. This was the girl that dared to attack a god. Of course, contrary to the reputation of Shinigami, Kid understood that mortals make mistakes. That wasn't the reason to end their pitiful lives. However, something about this 'Maka Albarn' (Kid promptly found information on the girl after the confrontation ) interested him. Perhaps it was her grigori soul. No... It wasn't the type of soul she had...
It was simply her soul itself.
He wanted it.
Kid couldn't begin to know where these feelings came from. He believed it to be what humans called a 'crush'. His sudden obsession with her soul didn't surprise him. Shinigami's emotions were amplified in a way slightly different from humans'. Only now, however, had he experienced it with anything other than symmetry.
Kid closed his eyes, listening to the shrill of a train as it scraped the tracks, halting in front of both him and the meisters he had been watching. Slowly, Kid began to walk to the same car Maka and Black Star had entered.
"Ugh~ Maka... even a big star gets tired every now and then. " Black Star moaned, still clutching Maka for support. Maka, now a bit more alert, shook her head. "You think you're the only one who's tired? It's already 5:30. School starts at seven and this ride is an hour long. " Maka muttered, pressing her cheek on the top of Black Star's head. It could have been called cute... If they didn't look like zombies. The two paid no mind to anyone else boarding.
Maka and Black Star's eyes were closed when Kid sat next to them. Kid studied Maka. She had dark bags under her eyes, her hair loosely thrown into ponytails. She was wearing the same thing she'd been wearing the night before. Her hair was now... Horribly unsymmetrical.
Kid's eye twitched. He lifted one trembling hand to fix this disaster. He couldn't take her soul. Not when she looked like that. All he had to do was fix the problem. Then he'd take her spirit for his own.
Maka began to stir, stopping Kid's hand as it neared her hair. Kid trembled, lifting himself and disappearing to another portion of the train. Maka opened her eyes to nothing. Settling back into a comfortable position, she closed her eyes once more. As she drifted off for a nap, she could have sworn she felt something brushing her hair.
Pressed against a hard brick wall, Maka and Black Star had their faces twisted with reluctance, both of them listening to the commotion in the auditorium through the opened double doors. A grand ceremony was occurring. Luckily for the two, it seemed to be just beginning. Maka gulped, catching a glimpse of the headmaster. His lips were twisted into a snarl, sharp eyes dancing around the crowd of sitting students. Maka's heart fluttered in her chest. Please... Please let that man not be looking for them.
"And so!" The Headmaster's booming voice ricocheted of the thick auditorium walls. "For the greater good of meisters, weapons, witches, and of course, our highest Shinigami, this school will open its doors to all types of students! The necessary changes are to take place as of today! No acceptions! And at such a wonderous time... Our school festival begins tomorrow. Enjoy your new colleagues presence and respect the order of authority! To honor this assembly, we have a guest. Bow your heads and show respect to this god. "
Black Star pushed down Maka's head so he could see, eyes narrowed. "God!? Who the hell thinks they can upstage the great Black Star?"
Maka was about to growl at Black Star to get off her when she caught sight of the guest speaker. Her eyes widened and her back hunched over in disbelief. "Death the Kid..." Her lips formed an with version of the name. Kid walked gracefully onto the stage, standing above the crowd of students with an aura of authority. Mutters of disbelief spurned from the group of youths, only to quickly be hushed by the headmaster.
Kid glanced at Maka in the doorway, his lips curling into a smile when she ducked her head. He paid no mind to Black Star's glaring, focusing his attention on the students. "My dear fellow students. As of today, I will be attending this school. Let me better introduce myself. I am Lord Death's son, Death the Kid. You can thank not only my father for his sudden interest in co-learning between all social groups, but also your lovely classmate, Maka Albarn. "
Hisses of annoyance roared around the auditorium. Maka's name rolled off multiple tongues, always accompanied by either grunts of anger, snarls of disapproval, or quivers of fear. Maka's face burned and she buried her head in her hands. "Oh my gosh..." She growled, hands balling into fists. Without a second thought, she lifted her head to the gray sky and gritted her teeth. Black Star's eyes widened at his roommate's next actions.
"Shinigami~!" She screamed. It could be heard from a mile away. Inside the auditorium, Kid blushed. Whether he would admit it or not, he enjoyed the sound of Maka's scream. Kid shook the thought away. He continued his speech, not waiting for Maka's strained cries to stop.
"I will definitely enjoy my time here. Let us all enjoy the festival that begins tomorrow, as well of the coming of age ceremony to occur next month. I can't wait to pick my lot of you." Kid smiled pleasantly. "Such beautiful souls I see."
(A/N: And that's chapter two :D Yes, there are more Shinigami than Kid and Lord Death. You'll see who they are ;3 Though you can probably guess. watch?v=Gb76pFc9ErQ&list=PLCcZ7vPViL-2hePZT0GX6ATsr9QQ3fykp This song sort of relates to what's going on with Kid wanting Maka's soul. Imagine Kid as the dreamer eater and Maka as the victim singing at the beginning :)