Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or Soul Eater, believe me, you'd know if I did.
"Ah, Soul, Maka, come in, come in. I was just finishing up a little paperwork." Nurse Medusa said with a friendly smile as she welcomed them into the office. "I'm afraid I've lost track of time with all that's been going on today." As she said this she shuffled some papers together and slid them into a folder for later before turning to them.
Medusa had blonde hair that was mostly short and slightly spiky except for two long strands extending downwards framing either side of her face that entwines each other like a caduceus' snake to rest upon her chest. She wore a black dress with a white arrow belt that crosses itself in the front forming an X and over that a white nurse's coat with some plain white shoes.
"Don't suppose you know anything about what's going on?" Maka questioned looking around the room. The thing that stood out most right that moment was that a curtain was pulled partially hiding the second bed from the door. Due to the curtain being pulled only partially, she could see a pair of unusually large black shoes of the patient in bed.
"Trouble with the Heartless, as you father said on the announcements earlier." Medusa said while gesturing for Soul to take a seat so she could start the check-up.
An audible groan was heard from the other side of the room bringing Maka's eyes back to the curtain that showed someone's big black shoes. "Uh… who's that?"
"Hm?" Medusa looked where Maka was looking. "Ah. We're not really sure; he was brought in unconscious earlier. Could you maybe check on him for me, see if he's awake? I need to preform my check-up."
Maka blinked and hesitated glancing at Soul who shrugged. "Of course." And with that she walked around the beds until she passed the curtain and was able to see what this mysterious person looked like. But she soon found the only describing feature about him was his head. Aside from the big black shoes he wore a black cloak that was zipped halfway down. Apparently the zipper went down instead of up. He had spiky blond hair that was swept to the side slightly.
Tilting her head to the side she walked to the side of the bed to get a better look. On closer inspection she saw that his gloved fingers were twitching but he otherwise seemed to be still out of it. She was about to turn around and leave when the stranger mumbled something. Of course, curiosity getting the better of her she leaned in trying to make out what he was saying. She only caught a few words however, like 'collect', 'Heartless' and 'Nobody'. Needless to say none of it really made any sense to her.
Just as she was going to give up trying to decipher the words and report to Medusa about the kid that looked to be around her age still being unconscious, the kid bolted up. The motion resulted in pain for both as a double cry of shock was heard in the room, the result of an unintentional head-butt. Maka stumbled back into the wall while the now conscious patient reeled his head backwards.
"Is everything okay over here?" Medusa questioned as she walked over to see what the ruckus was about, Soul right behind her. Upon seeing both Maka and the guy in the cloak rubbing their respective foreheads she had to stifle a laugh. "I see our new friend woke up."
"You could say that." Maka mumbled before looking over at the cause of her pain.
He was looking around the room, seeming to have recovered from the head-butt quicker than Maka did. His eyes still seemed a little bleary from just waking up. "Where am I?" The question was just barely heard by the others.
"You're at the DWMA." It was Medusa who answered.
"The DW-what?" He asked confused blinking a few times to get the sleep out of his blue eyes.
"The DWMA, Death Weapon Meister Academy." Maka restated trying to regain her composure.
He seemed to only become more confused at Maka's explanation but seemed to give up trying to comprehend their explanations as he paused briefly to rub his forehead.
Maka could tell by the slight grin on Soul's face that he already liked this new guy. "I'm Maka, what's your name?"
For the briefest second, a look of confusion passed through his face before he answered. "Roxas."
Medusa offered a gentle smile. "It's nice to meet you Roxas, my name's Medusa. I'm the school's nurse."
Everyone seemed to look at Soul expectantly. "Roxas huh? Cool name. I'm Soul." He offered his famous shark-toothed grin.
"Uh… thanks?" Roxas didn't seem all that sure how to respond to Soul's comment. Just like that an awkward silence entered the room
Medusa cleared her throat, effectively breaking the silence. "Do you by chance remember what happened before falling unconscious?"
Roxas was silent a moment and frowned. That frown gradually deepened until he shook his head. "No"
Medusa gave a small sigh lifting a hand to rest her cheek in as she tilted her head to the side. "We were afraid of that. What do you remember?"
Roxas was silent for a moment as he thought about it. "Not much… how to fight… Heartless…." He sighed and gave a shrug in surrender.
"You know about the Heartless?" Maka asked looking up surprised, no one in the school even knew what they looked like yet. Except Lord Death and maybe her father.
Roxas gave a slow hesitant nod. "Yeah."
"Hmm… perhaps you should see Lord Death." Medusa suggested in a helpful kind of way. "He wanted me to send you up to the Death Room when you were good to go actually."
"Uh… who?" The confusion only seemed to keep growing for Roxas.
To say he was confused was an understatement at this point. Things only got more confusing the longer he was around these people, but what choice did he have? He could barely remember his own name and the only things he could remember clearly involved fighting and Heartless. Lot of help that was right now. Here he was being escorted to the student dorms of the school by a zombie of all things, seriously what was with this place?
After meeting the odd one called Lord Death they'd come to the agreement he'd be a temporary student at the school. He got the feeling he'd met other strange beings like the Shinigami before but there was no certainty of the sense, he just remembered a cloud of blue smoke when he tried to figure out where the memory connected to the feeling was. But at least that proved his memories would likely come back in time. Also, from that one conversation he'd learned quite a bit.
Flashback:
Roxas found himself to be in a staring contest… maybe. He wasn't entirely sure if the other had eyes or not thanks the rather goofy looking skull mask. Describing the odd character before him was easy. Completely black except for the skull mask and giant white hands that were by far bigger than his head. He was tempted to say he'd never seen something so ridiculous before, but something inside was telling him that would be a lie. At the end of that train of thought he gave in and blinked. "Uh… hi?"
"So you're the one. The Keyblade wielder." Shinigami mused aloud, putting his face-or mask-into his hand in a thoughtful way. "Or should I say KeybladeS."
Roxas looked startled at the revelation. But knew it to be true, after all, one of the things he did remember was fighting-mostly with one Keyblade but there was a vague appearance of two that seemed like a rather recent memory. "How did you-"
"I can see it by looking at your soul." Apparently Shinigami knew what Roxas was going to ask next because he continued on. "I can see your soul. It has the mark of two Keyblades on it. You know, Keyblades aren't so different from the demon weapons we have on this world."
"You don't say…. What's a demon weapon?" Roxas was now finding himself to be confused and curious. A long day of confusion just kept getting longer.
"A demon weapon looks just like you and everyone else for the most part. However they also possess the ability to take the form of weapons. I believe you met Soul earlier, he can change into a scythe you know?" There was a pause to let the words sink in.
"Okay… strange. But what does that have to do with Keyblades?" Hearing about people that can turn into weapons seemed at least more likely than what Roxas was used to, weapons appearing out of thin air, usually in a flash of light.
"Well, you see all Keyblades have a soul. They're just like a demon weapon, only they seem to lack a human body and they're rather hard to rouse out of some kind of eternal slumber. The Keyblade appearing in your hand in a flash of light is essentially the Keyblade transforming into a weapon. When they lack a wielder, they normally do one of two things." Shinigami held up two fingers for emphasis. "They simply die out or they find the soul of someone worthy of wielding them and latch onto the wielder's soul. To tell the truth, they really are quite confusing things." He admitted with a sigh. "This is the first I've ever seen of two Keyblades with the same wielder."
They talked for a while after that but that was the gist of their conversation. After a while Shinigami offered Roxas a place to stay at the academy as a temporary student until the necessary memories returned at least, which was the offer Roxas decided to take Shinigami up on. After hearing all that about Keyblades and souls, he wanted to know more, so this sounded like a good opportunity anyways.
Not long after reaching the agreement the zombie was called in. His name was Sid. Needless to say, it was something Roxas would have to add to his top ten of strange things… once he remembered his current top ten of strange things that is. Anyways, Sid had blue skin, white pupiless eyes and seemed incapable of closing his mouth all the way as Roxas could always see his teeth. There was also a white sweat band with a hole in it dead center of his forehead; Roxas assumed that hole had something to do with how the guy got killed in the first place. He wore jeans with a chain and a basketball jersey with his name on it.
Despite being a zombie though, he didn't seem like all that bad a guy however. In fact he seemed a bit funny, like when he said 'That's the kind of guy I was'. Roxas was pretty sure he'd never seen an undead guy before… well actually the more he thought about it the more he doubted it, but that seemed be the case with everything. It made him wonder.
"Ah, here we are." Sid said as they came to a stop outside the door and he handed Roxas the key to the room.
"Thanks." Roxas offered a smile of appreciation.
"No problem. I'll have someone come by with your class schedule in the morning. Oh, and remember, I'm always around to help, that's just the kind of guy I was." And with that the zombie continued on down the hall.
Roxas gave a small chuckle to himself before looking at the key, then the door. He sighed to himself before putting the key in the lock and turning. Without so much as a creek the door opened easily revealing a rather plain looking room. White walls, black furniture, a window showing the night sky(and a rather demented looking moon). There was almost something familiar about the place-with the exception of the questionable scenery-that tickled his memory a tad bit. When had it turned to night anyways? He must've been talking to Shinigami longer than originally thought.
Looking around he spotted a stack of books on the coffee table and once more his curiosity about all this soul stuff came to surface. With the lack of memories it felt like there was a void… maybe he could try filling it with new knowledge until they came back? It was worth a try at least anyways. Walking over to the armchair he sat down and picked up the first book on the pile…. Someone will have a rude awakening and it will not be pretty.
Hmm… nothing too terribly special… well… besides the part about the Keyblade anyways. But the next chapter should be fun… yes very fun indeed. First day at the DWMA and Roxas doesn't get enough sleep. Let's hope it doesn't ruin his first impressions now shall we?
