Chapter two, and I'm already determined to get this story done. Then again, with my mind, it'll take a while.

So, Soul Eater doesn't belong to me, but Reika and Zephyr are my creations.

It all mainly began the first day I arrived to the DWMA. Since that day, I haven't changed my looks all too much (not my battling outfit, no, but casual and formal tended to change). My outfit consisted of a dark grey tank top under an off-shoulder black shirt, black shorts, and black boots. Simple enough. My hair, another story. It was cut into layers (one above and one just below y shoulders), with the bangs covering my right eye and just hacked so my left was visible. The ends were colored red, and I wore dark red, fingerless gloves. I tried not to be complicated, but it happened.

When I arrived, I saw people interacting with each other. Guess the meisters were getting their weapons, in one way or another. The crowd made me uneasy, so I ran away, a blush on my face. Crowds weren't my thing.

I was so occupied with keeping my legs moving that I wasn't focused on where I was going. Until, of course, I ran into someone. Literally. I went tumbling backwards with a yelp, squeezing my eyes shut. I waited for whatever was going to happen, to actually happen. No physical hits happened, but I heard a click of the tongue, and someone patting down their clothes.

"You might want to watch where you're going brat… And get up, you look pathetic."

Something grabbed my arm, pulled me roughly to my feet. My silver-white eyes opened wide, meeting coal black ones. A guy had run into me… And now he was super close! With a loud squeak, I pulled away, then bowed. "I-I'm so sorry mister! I didn't see you!"

He was dressed plainly enough, in a dark t-shirt and black leather jacket. He wore semi-baggy shorts, adorned with chains, and black boots. His hair was shaggy too. I didn't know whether to be scared of him, or if I should just keep staring in awe. The second of the two happened.

A few seconds later he seemed to size me up. "Aren't you supposed to be in school kid?" I looked towards the ground finally, my heart racing. Stupid nerves.

"Y-yeah… But, it'd be weird to go there. I don't have a weapon…" He seemed amused by that, then proceeded to introduce himself, who he was, and what he was. He was, in basic terms, a weapon that turned into a glove, fitted with large claws. When I asked why he didn't have a meister, he explained that his kind usually came in a pair, and since he couldn't find another weapon to match wavelengths with him, he left. An idea hit me. It was daring, but I had to.

"Zephyr… Turn into your weapon form please… Maybe we can match soul wavelengths." He laughed at me, muttered a few words (sounded like insults aimed towards me), then transformed in a bright white light. A wristlet wrapped around my right wrist, a bar appearing for me to grab in my palm. Five sizeable, sharp blades protruded from the base. It was carved to look like a skeleton's hand over mine. A beautiful weapon…

I stood there for a few minutes, just holding the weapon that was Zephyr. "Uh…" I didn't know. Was something supposed to happen? "How does it feel," he asked impatiently. Apparently pairing with a kid like me wasn't in his interest. Too bad for him.

"Well… I feel normal… Nothing hurts like the souls are rejecting each other…"

In an instant, he was back to his human form, and I was holding onto his hand. "Impossible! No way a brat like you could match my soul wavelength!" He shook me until my teeth rattled, while I whined for him to stop. "B-b-beggars can't be choosers! Besides, you could become a death scythe now!"

That seemed to make him stop, made him rethink his rough treatment to me. Finally, he released me, my eyes spinning. "Fine… I'll tolerate you for the time being… But you better get those souls for me, or else."

We shook hands, and Zephyr pushed me in the direction of the school. We were already late, but it'd be best to show up at least. Every little shove he gave me made me shake a bit. Was it because it was him, or was I just really nervous? I didn't know, but I wished he would stop. I could walk. I'd found him, I could easily find the school again.

When we got to the entrance, he stopped. "So, what's the name of the little punk that I'll have to work with," he asked. Apparently he wasn't about to let me go ahead without introducing myself to him. I turned around, pushing my hair from my face, the silvery-white of my eyes catching the sun, only briefly. I bowed again. "I'm Reika…" He was unimpressed, and we entered the school in silence.

Upon entering the class, the teacher called me out, asked me why I was late. I looked at Zephyr, hoping he'd be some help, but all he said was that "the idiot" had gotten lost on her way to the school. Everyone stared, which made me uncomfortable, which could easily be noted by my tugging at my shorts. With a disapproving grunt, I was dismissed to sit down, Zephyr following with a cool expression on his face. Maka and Tsubaki were the only ones that gave me a sympathetic look; Everyone else just giggled, aside from Black Star gloating about how I should be a better, more responsible meister like he was. I just set my head on the desk and sighed defeatedly. 'Jerk...'

This was before Kid joined the school. Before Maka and Soul had to worry about the black blood. Before Black Star had to tamper with the powers that Tsubaki's enchanted sword mode.

Before Zephyr and I met at a solid ground called friendship.

Things changed, obviously, and Zephyr and I are closer, but we were talking about back then.

While my memory may get fuzzed up a lot, the one memory I could never forget, not even a fragment, was the day Zephyr and I became solid friends.

The day our strained relationship relaxed.

Chapter two is over with! Just thought I'd give Reika and Zephyr a background before starting the actual story. See you all next chapter!