A/N: Thank you to all that submitted OCs! I am totally pumped for this! It's weird, but I've got most of the plot in place and the character's all sorted out with their pasts and their personalities and all that good stuff! I promise that each OC will have a chapter solely for the purpose of expanding on them as a character and their skills. That's something I plan to do.
I'm also planning on doing some matchmaking~ Guess which pairs I'm gonna shoot Cupid's arrows at ;)
As always, I don't own any of these characters except for my own OCs!
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Shinigami-sama had the entire egg shipped up to his office by Risket-portation. The poor doctor felt his back cracking with each step and he could only endure the pain as he waddled his way to his superior's office that, in his opinion, was now too far from the entrance.
Pushing his glasses up and a strand of dark gray hair, the doctor ignored the snicker from one of the professors.
"I'd like to see you lug this thing to Shinigami-sama," Risket growled lowly, but the EAT Class Professor laughed. His hearing was amazing, to say the least.
Kaname Amatsuki, fully geared in his wild-looking goggles and stylish hairstyle in amber brown, laughed and leaned against the wall. "At least I wouldn't look like a turtle doing it," he snickered again, then left Risket for "better things to do."
"There are two kids in here too," the gray-haired doctor sighed, then stared up the last few staircases he needed to climb. "I'm gonna die after this..."
"Risket?" A soft voice floated over his shoulder and he craned his neck, skewing his glasses to the side. A lady, her dark wavy hair hanging over her shoulder, leaned into his vision, her white lab coat partially revealing the dark blue vest underneath. "Amatsuki teasing you again?...I-Is that the Kishin?"
The doctor nodded, almost swinging his glasses off his nose. The woman leaned over with a small smile and adjusted them for him, earning an appreciative smile. "Thanks Iris."
"Wish I could help you, but, you know," she, her face marred with a troubled frown, gestured vaguely at her injured left leg.
"No, no, it's fine," Risket replied hastily, shifting the egg higher on his back. "I-I think I should hurry to Shinigami-sama now. My back's about to give out.."
"You'd better hurry then," Iris offered him an encouraging smile, then began her descent down the stairs slowly, her hand finding purchase and support on the rail. "Good luck."
He would most definitely need it. Risket took another labored step and sighed, making sure not to tilt his head down.
The last thing the doctor needed was for his glasses to slip off his nose and bounce their way to the end of the red staircase.
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The two kids hadn't even woken up, despite Risket's panting, cursing, and groaning. Still slumbering away, even when Shinigami-sama, after applauding the Head Doctor for his valiant effort in bringing the Kishin, poked their cheeks with his large white hand.
"Hmmmm," the skull mask-wearing God rested his chin on his hand thoughtfully. "How about we electrocute them? That'll wake 'em up for sure!"
The doctor felt a headache coming on.
Gently pushing the Shinigami with his elbow, Risket frowned, "That's inhumane. Maybe give it a couple of hours, then."
The Death God clapped his hands together fiercely, his voice booming, "We are talking about a Kishin, however. Remember that."
Before the doctor could interject, the creaking from the egg interrupted his words. The boy had awakened. His hand raised up to his face, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, wrinkling the tattered white excuse of a shirt he was wearing. Messily cut white hair, pale purple eyes, and white skin, he looked like he could blend in with any light wallpaper flawlessly.
The Death God clapped his hands together fiercely, his voice booming, "We are talking about a Kishin, however. Remember that."
Before the doctor could interject, the creaking from the egg interrupted his words. The boy had awakened. His hand raised up to his face, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, wrinkling the tattered white excuse of a shirt he was wearing. Messily cut white hair, pale purple eyes, and white skin, he looked like he could blend in with any light wallpaper flawlessly.
"Um, hi," Risket began, blinking rapidly. The boy jerked to attention and trained his gaze towards the two that were unconsciously leaning closer to observe him.
"Hi," His voice was soft and quiet, but it felt like it echoed in their ears so the slight lisp in his voice was apparent. A child's voice, but his eyes were untrusting and shielded and not like a child's at all. "Who are you?"
"W-well, I-I, uh, my name is R-Risket and I'm the H-Head Doctor-"
Shinigami-sama clapped a hand on the quivering mess of a man, making him twitch from the pressure of the large white hand. "And I'm Shinigami-sama, headmaster of this glorious school Shibusen! What's your name?"
The doctor shot the persona of the Death God a questioning glance, but quickly turned back to the child in front of him. Purple eyes were staring directly at the poor gray-haired man and the doctor flushed slightly.
"I'm...Art," the boy replied, lowering his eyes to the ground. "She hasn't awakened yet, so don't try to."
"Do you know?" Shinigami-sama changed the subject suddenly, his voice dropping an octave and becoming quieter but at the same time, more dangerous. Risket bent his knees slightly, eyes darting from the small boy to the girl still in the egg, sleeping all her worries away. There was no sense of danger, and yet, he felt so on guard.
Art tilted his head to look at them, his body still facing towards the uninteresting ground. "Doesn't everyone?"
Just then, there was a sharp rap on the door.
"Shinigami-sama?"
The door creaked open and a head of wavy, silver hair poked through with a pair of curious hazel eyes. "Sorry, are you busy with...the-?"
"We're just getting to know each other a little better, Adeline," the Death God waved the girl over. "Where's Wyatt?"
"I swear he was outside, um, I'll go get him-" She turned towards the door, but a blonde teen stumbled in, scratching his head.
"Sorry, sorry! Himi was beating up Itsu again and I didn't know if I should've intervened-"
The sound of cracking alerted all of them and when they trained their eyes to glance at the source of the noise, they realized the egg container had splintered. It was quickly being absorbed by something and when they looked up, they realized that the pieces had been why the girl's clothing was tattered. It was part of her white, ruffled dress.
Bare feet almost floated over the ground as the small girl yawned and blinked her wide, lavender eyes. She didn't look anything like the First Kishin. Thin, stick arms and vulnerable in her innocent expression, the girl was quickly hidden by Art, who stepped in front of her.
"Art?" Long white hair, the same shade as the boy's tilted to the side along with her head. "Who...are they?"
"I don't know," he replied softly.
Adeline's eyes shifted from side to side and Wyatt blinked, staring at the little girl. "I-Is that the K-"
"Shhh!" The silver-haired girl shushed her weapon, shoving a part of him out of the door. "Maybe we should leave them to their business. All we needed to do was ask for some stupid permission for the use of some room so that Amatsuki-sensei could fool around."
"But-!"
The door slammed on their retreating figures and the small girl's eyes followed them out curiously. A newborn child, curious with anything that would move.
Shinigami-sama shifted to the side, his skull mask peering over Art's tiny shoulder and Muse snapped her head to follow the black figure, the same shining interest in her eyes.
"We won't do you any harm if you don't," Risket finally spoke up, inching closer to the two children his hands up in surrender. Shinigami-sama couldn't blatantly turn his face to look at the doctor, but at the same time, he couldn't shoot him a dirty look. However, that was the right move to make, as Muse tugged on Art's ripped sleeve and spoke,
"See, Art, they're nice guys, we can trust them, right? They'll help us make the world a purer place, right?"
Shinigami-sama definitely made a twitch at her words, but he simply extended his large, white hands in what was a friendly handshake The eye marks in his skull mask curved upwards in a grin. "We're here, in Shibusen, to make the world a better place! So if you don't mean to destroy the peace we've attained here, then we won't have any troubles."
The girl nodded and tugged on the boy's sleeve again.
"I...suppose," he scrunched his nose up in apprehension, but nevertheless, stepped forwards to shake Shinigami-sama's hand. It ended up that his entire hand and forearm fit in the God's handshake which made Risket chuckle.
"I'm Muse!" the girl clapped her hands together and smiled widely, running first to Risket to pat his leg in a way she thought was polite, then to Shinigami-sama. The large white hand went to rub her head and she lightly punched his black body before running back to Art's side.
"Art...Art is my…" she looked down and the people present swore she flushed slightly, but Muse continued, "guardian! He makes sure no one comes and hurts me!"
"That was established, yes," Risket straightened out his lab coat and adjusted his glasses. "Well, Shinigami-sama, what are we going to do with them…?"
When Shinigami-sama turned to reply to the doctor, loud yelling was heard from outside the office and both of the adults sighed. Art and Muse merely looked confused and slightly interested in the obvious tussle going on outside.
"Why can't those two just get along?" The headmaster sighed and slapped his hand against his mask. "Also, why did Kaname even think to stick those two together?"
"They did have the highest synchronization rates-"
Before Risket could finish, the side wall of Shinigami-sama's office was blown through, a brunette pointing a finger at a purplette angrily. Her eyebrows were angrily knit together and it was clear by now that she was quite angry with whoever the other girl was.
"I cannot believe you had the insolence to insult my mother! Echo Blasinger, I refuse to share your silly, pretentious last name!" The brunette snarled and threw something to the ground, falling in-between the cracks of the rubble. The purple-haired girl only laid there, her arms shaking as she pushed herself up from her sprawled position.
"Even for a bowman, that girl still has one hell of a punch," Echo muttered, cracking her neck as she stood up, then rotating her shoulder, her other hand gripping it tightly. "At least it's not dislocated like last time.. Oh. Hi Shinigami-sama, Doctor, how's it going?" Deep purple eyes fluttered over the two kids staring at her, but didn't comment.
"Not very good, now," Risket heaved a sigh, tension clear in his shoulders. "I'll be off to send the repair report to Sage, then. I'll leave the two to your care?"
Shinigami-sama nodded, and bid the doctor a goodbye with a cheerful wave. "Echo, your father will pay for the damages again? He must be mad at Petra now, for wrecking the school's walls multiple times."
She nodded gravely and moved to step out of the mountain of stone and colored wallpaper and, imitating his Head Doctor, the Death God sighed.
"Wish I had my old room back. Back when no one except for people I wanted to could come in..."
"M-Muse! That's dangerous!" Art's panicked voice brought him back from his daydreams and looked up to see the small girl's legs wiggling in the air.
"I got it!" Muse tumbled backwards with a shriek and Art scrambled over the rocks to see if she was okay. But she was victorious and held up the tiny object that Petra had thrown. It was a small brooch, with an unknown symbol on it, but it was shiny and glinted in the light. The small girl was like a crow with the penchant to find light-reflecting objects.
Art frowned and patted the girl on the head, who in turn grinned widely. "You shouldn't do reckless things like that, Muse," he scolded her lightly and she pouted. "You'll get hurt one day."
She only nodded and jumped off of the rocky mess sheepishly.
"Hey, Shinigami-sama? Where can I find Petra and Echo? I need to return this to them, or else I might keep it forever," she tilted the small brooch in her hand, making it catch the light then reflect it on the walls. It pictured a circular brick wall, with a growing rose in some sort of design that clearly wasn't important to those present, but most likely to one of the two girls earlier.
"I'm sure you can find them in one of the classes right now," the Death God mused. "As of now, you can't go there though. It might be a little dangerous, so let's have you stay here with Art. Make sure not to get too attached to her brooch, it's important to Echo."
Art placed a hand on Muse's shoulder and pushed her towards the small bench next to the desk Shinigami-sama sat behind. His eyes wandered over the piles of paper that littered the brown surface, then snapped back, as if he did something wrong by letting his observances reach the upside-down papers.
The mask-wearing god stood there for just a heartbeat second more, wondering if he was wrong to be so lenient on the two white-haired children.
They seemed so innocent, he was sure that they couldn't do much damage.
But her previous comment rubbed him the wrong way.
They'll help us make the world a purer place, right?
He was sure he'd have someone keep an eye on them. Just in case.
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A/N: Whew! It might've been a little long and imposing for a first chapter and I apologize if it seemed that way. Although I didn't fit all of the OC's in yet, I promise I'll do it in the next 1-2 chapters! I just didn't want it to be as cluttered as other OC fics are when they try to shove in all the characters at once. After all, no one wants to know all the players at once, right? Just a side note, Risket's not that old, but I suppose the rest of that sentence would be spoiling too much~
Also, since this takes place, maybe 10-20 years after Asura's reappearance, some things have probably changed, so Shinigami-sama might not be as cheerful (maybe probably explained later) and some rooms and classes of Shibusen have been shut down, perhaps to save money...
I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did writing it, and crossing my fingers for some good reviews/constructive criticism. Tell me how you guys thought about this chapter! :)
-Vis