What fun, I just wrote the second chapter and here I am…again.

Well anyways, I thought I should probably mention that it's one-sided. You know…the pairing. for now at least. Or for a while. I don't know. it's forever.

that is all.


Alright, that last bit is a lie. I screamed in my head. My mask has remained professional and calm.

From beside me, Carla speaks and I refrain from flinching; I had not realised she emerged from the back, "What's Shibusen?"

The Heathen, as I just started calling him, stands a little more upright, and it's easy to tell that this school is a source of his pride, "At the DWMA, we train young Meisters and Weapons for defeating demons and witches. If one pair manage to collect ninety-nine demon souls, and one witch's soul, the weapon can become a Death Scythe."

The look of complete confusion must show on our faces, because Patti giggles and tells him that what he just spoke was just a bunch of mumbo jumbo.

Liz comes to our rescue, "A Death Scythe just means that you're worthy of being used by Lord Death himself."

Ah.

Had it been medieval Europe, I would have killed them in the name of the true Lord and Savior. What is this false God they keep talking about? Surely I would have remembered some sort of news announcement about a crazy cult leader with his own crazy cult city...But then again, the holes in my memory could have something to do with that. I sneak a casual glance at Carla to see if she was on board with me. She looks just as confused as I am.

I decide to steer the subject away from this supposed Death God, "So, when you say weapons...What does that mean?"

The two blondes look at the Heathen, who nods at them curtly before they both jump into the air, turning into bright flashes of light, leading right towards his hands...

"Christ." Carla says, taken aback.

Christ was right.

They turned into guns! Two twin silver guns! I don't remember my world ever having the power of magic...did it? Does this mean...does this mean that they're not just crazy people trying to perform fake exorcisms and trying to burn feminists at the stake?

"That's...incredible." I breathe out, still in shock at all that's transpired today.

"Have you really never encountered someone like us before?!" Liz's voice echos from the gun in the Heathen's left hand.

I shake my head until I realise she probably can't see me, "No, not at all."

"Ehhh? Where are you from!" Patti's voice all but yells in surprise.

"...Poland."

I hear Liz scold her sister for being so bold as they both transform back into their human forms; he, meanwhile, turns his head to Carla, "Are you from Poland too?"

Carla shakes her head, determined to stay calm despite the unbelievable situation at hand, "Brazil."

He raises an eyebrow, "How did you two meet?"

I don't like this. Not one bit. He has no business butting into our lives, nosy brat, not while we're only barely piecing the pieces together ourselves.

"..School." I answer, hoping that not much time had elapsed so as to arouse suspicion from him. Technically, it was true...

He seems to accept this, and it is then that Carla finally processes the form he filled out, and she reaches over the counter to hand him his receipt, "If you want to change anything on your order, you can email us; the address is on the bottom there. You can also visit us here, but through email is more efficient." She shakes his hand, and before I know it, he's holding his hand out to me as well.

"Thank you for choosing us, Sir." Another practiced smile, "We hope you won't regret your decision."

"I'm sure I won't." He smiles back, and I can't help but feel he's hiding something.

In a moment of weakness, I crack.

"Um, Sir?"

"Yes?"

"Are you in cosplay?"

Silence.

"I mean, your hair, it's—"

He cuts me off, "OH, I'M TRASH. A WORTHLESS PIECE OF TRASH! I DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE!"

He's on his knees on the ground, fist pounding in frustration. The girls immediately try to comfort him, and Carla's looking at me like she's going to fire me the moment the others are out of the store.

"The fuck?"

Lucia stands in the doorway, horrified and confused at the scene. Liz's face turns red with embarrassment, and she apologises profusely.

"Oh no no, I'm sorry!" How many times will I have to apologise to this boy? "I shouldn't have said anything, the stripes in your hair are lovely, really!" Lies. All lies.

He stops his tantrum, and remains silent for a few seconds, before clearing his throat and standing up just as regal as he was a minute ago, "I apologise for my outburst."

It takes me a moment to realise he's speaking to me, "No please, don't mention it, I didn't know you were sensitive about it." I avoid using the word hair again, just in case.

Soon, but not soon enough, he and his two partners walk on home, with Patti cursing into the horizon.

Lucia wastes no time, "What the fuck was that?"

I groan, exhausted by the whole ordeal that had just swept into my life, and plop down on the window seat futon, "The nuttiest customer ever."

Lucia looks at Carla for confirmation, and she gives it with a nod, "Why is it that we don't notice these things until we move?"

"Oh come on, were they really that strange?"

"Lu," Carla points at her sister, "remember Emi and Marie-Jollie?"

She stiffens up a bit, confused at why those girls was mentioned now, "Yes."

"They're worse."

She blinks.

"Well fuck."

xx

After the afternoon passed, Carla decides she wants me to go run her errands for her, and instead of protesting like I want to, I accept reluctantly.

"If I get sunburned, it's on you!" A lame excuse for a guilt-trip, but I was still tired from the chaos of the morning.

"Consider it payment for attracting weirdos into my business." Carla doesn't even bat an eyelash as she counts the money in the register.

"Yeah, well shut up. How was I supposed to know that I attract strange people to this shop?" I retort, throwing my arms in the air.

"Rude." Lucia comments as she tucks some cookies into the display at the front of the shop.

"Yeah yeah, stop stalling." I can't tell whether Carla is amused or not, but I'd rather not face her anger.

I stand up from the small table and throw the pillow I had on my lap at Lucia, "Come on, let's go."

"Why the hell do I have to go?"

"Do it, Lu."

Lucia sneers at her sister, but obeys nonetheless; an angry Carla is not a pretty sight.

Outside, the atmosphere is pleasant, considering there are children laughing and playing around outside regardless of the incredible heat. I'm sure they could handle it as natives to the area, but where I come from, I know at least half the population would melt like a bowl of ice cream if they had to spend one minute in this place. It doesn't help that the sun still really creeps me out.

We walk into a grocery store and walk out a little while later with some things for the house when a loud boom comes from the east, along with a big cloud of dust, accompanied by a cry of "MAKA CHOP!" Lucia almost drops her bags in her surprise, "The fuck was that noise?"

I shrug, in no mood to deal with more odd people, "It doesn't correspond us, so let's not so that way." I tug her away.

She recoils, as expected, "But the bank is that way Elle." she points to the dust cloud, now starting to settle.

"Well the bank can wait, now let's go home."

She was in a prissy mood thanks to Carla, and soon enough a loud argument erupts right in front of the grocery store. The argument is pointless, but I still want to win; plus, it helps me blow off some steam without having to punch anything.

"Elle?" In the midst of our argument, we are interrupted by a young girl with blonde pigtails, "Elle Smith?"

"...Yes?" I'm cautious about this girl, and perhaps it shows because she greets me with a warm smile.

"I'm Maka Albarn! Do you remember me?"

Oh no, not another thing I was supposed to know. My face contorts into one of guilt and helplessness, as I shake my head, "I'm afraid not—Though I can't say I remember anything past one year ago, it's all a bit of a blur."

Her smile turns into a sympathetic one, and knots form in my stomach, "Oh I'm so sorry!" Her genuine concern almost moves me. Almost. "We used to go to the same daycare..." She looks as if she was about to say something else, but chose not to say it.

"Oh," All I can clearly remember from my early childhood was my disease. "I can't say I remember much of anything from that time...But you look and...feel familiar." Another lie. When had I started being so dishonest? This morning?

Thankfully, Lucia distracts me from my rather upsetting thoughts, "You know her real name is Bonn—OW!" I pinch her, on cue, before she could finish her sentence.

Maka smiles happily again, "I know. The first time I called her that she freaked out on me."

Well that does sound like me.

Before Lucia could add on another snide comment, I notice a white-haired boy standing beind Maka with a rather large-looking bump on his head. Maka takes notice of my curiousity and introduces him as her weapon, Soul Eater.

Oh fuck, another cult member.

"Oh, another weapon?" I play nice, for the sake of knowing more about my childhood, "What sort?"

He smirks and changes his left arm into a blade, then the rest of his body into a scythe. Maka wields him expertly in her hands, as if he was made for her to battle with. I can't deny just how cool they look at the moment...Like characters from a fantasy movie like Underworld or Princess Mononoke.

"Damn." Lucia looks impressed, "You mean this is what I missed out on?"

"..Almost." I shift my weight from my left foot to my right as Soul goes back to being just a boy, "Only they turned into guns instead of scythes."

This catches Maka's attention, "Guns? Were they by any chance with a guy? Golden eyes, white stripes in his hair?"

Oh fuck, they know each other.

"Yes," I take a deep breathe, "we met them this morning whilst at work; we...my friend and her sister own a bakery, and they were interested in having us cater an event on the twelfth."

That definitely catches her attention, "That's my birthday!"

"But I thought he was getting food from that Deli place down our street." Soul comments, thus making clear why the two girls were so confused yesterday.

I shrug, "I'm just the worker; you'll have to ask him why he changed his mind."

Maka nods at this before glancing at her watch and telling Soul that they were late for the movie. I was going to just wave goodbye politely, but she makes a move to hug me before deciding against it and just shaking my hand, "I'll ask Kid about the address for your bakery, and I'll come over with some photos to help you remember." Out of what felt like obligation, I nod at her and grin before heading home.

Lucia says something interesting on the way,

"Hey Elle?"

"Yeah?"

"That sun looks like a child molester."


Um yeah. God that was crap. D:

So what do you guys think so far? Any thing you wanna point out? 'Cause I need filler space to fill in until another big plot point.

Oh an just to clear something up, her full name is Bonnie E. Smith. Carla's the only one who calls her by her first name, because…she's cool like that. Darcy has Aphenphosmphobia, which is fear of being touched, and Elle has Ataxophobia which is fear of disorder or untidiness, Mysophobia which is fear of dirt and germs, Verminophobia is fear of germs, and finally Bacteriophobia; fear of Bacteria. Yeah, she's a neat freak.

maybe I'll change to third person. I don't know.

now that i have a much better understanding of what OCD is, i will not romantise it. it's a very big part of Elle's character, however, so that will stay.

also, yes, i know Smith is not a Polish surname, but that will be explained later.