Chapter 1
The Mission
Spirit was having a nose bleed, again. He was holding a handful of pictures of weapons that want me as their meister. Behind him were 2 small piles. One of the piles was the ones I rejected and the others I have yet to see. But it didn't matter, if there were no twin demon weapons in the pile I didn't need to see anything.
This time Spirit was swooning over a brunette who had her hair up in a high pony tail that matched her hazel eyes. She was outside with a tree to her left and a log cut in half to her right. Even though her right arm was in the form of a blade she was smiling and waving her hand. Her left hand, only her right hand. Horribly asymmetrical. She wore wearing a long blue and white kimono much like the color of the sky.
My father was behind Spirit a few feet in front of the mirror watching Spirit dancing around with the picture as if it was the real girl. He was oddly quiet when he would usually be reaper-chopping Spirit. But he still had his light bubbly tone.
I was in short, bored. I've been here for 2 hours and this time there weren't that much pictures but Spirit took his time dancing and humming with each and every picture not to mention the nose bleed. It got boring after the 58th
I just don't understand how he's still alive after losing so much blood. But he kept going and almost fell of the podium. I was starting to get tired. Damn, I was even starting to slouch. I got off of my 'chair'. It looked like something between a throne and a really fancy chair painted yellow and perfectly symmetrical.
"Chichi-ue (1) are there any twin demon weapons in the pile?" "Hmm." My father tapped on his mask with a giant blocky white finger pretending to think. "Nope!" He said quite happily. "No twin demon weapons! That's horrible. I know they're rare and hard to resonate with, but if I have only one I'll be asymmetrical. Horrible asymmetrical junk." I kneeled over and started to pound on the floor. "Dammit! Depression! Die!" "Awwww. Kid-kun its okay." "No father I'll be such a disgrace! Just throw me out with the other pieces of trash." Then Spirit came over and pat me on the back. "Kid its okay. You're not trash. Anyways I do believe Shinigami-sama has a job for you." That caught my attention. "A job? Like a mission?" "Oh. Yes Kid-kun! I almost forgot! It's quite simple really. "My father explained. " All you need to do is subdue 2 girls called the Thompson sisters. On of them might be a weapon. So police are having a hard time restraining them." I scoffed. Only one of them. No wonder they're criminals, they're unbalanced. Unsymmetrical. "I accept" Who knew 2 words can change my life so drastically? "Alrighty" my father said putting his giant blocky hands together. " Let's get started!"