Moonlight

Ch: 4 The Test

I sat in my room in the apartment Jace and I were sharing. I was somewhat small, but perfect because it was mine. The sheets on my bed were purple and my curtains were aqua. I had already covered one wall completely with my drawings. Most of them were of the moon, usually reflecting off of some water. On the desk I was working at sat a vase of three moon flowers.

Jace's room was already a mess. He had books everywhere. Most of them lying open. The book shelf was full and yet there were still many stacks of books on the floor. I had to wonder where he had gotten so many books, but never found the time to ask. Besides the books he was a neat freak though, sometimes going so far as to fold his dirty clothes before putting them in the hamper. Then a week later he would be a slob. I honestly don't get him, and I've known him my whole life, literally.

A petal from the moon flowers fell on my page. I smiled as I brushed it off of the paper. I was done drawing anyways. My finished result was a rose, not the best, but I've never been good at drawing roses. I stood up and tacked it to my wall with the rest of my drawings. "Hey Luna! Are you ready? We are going to be late to school if you don't hurry up!" Jace's voice came from the front door. I sighed, shaking my head.

"Coming!" I called as I grabbed my black backpack. Then I paused to put on my black baseball cap. Jace looked annoyed when I finally made my way to the door. "What?"

"Why do you always take so long?" He asked. The only reply he received was a shrug. That seemed to annoy him a bit to so I came to the conclusion that he was in a bad mood today. The walk to school was painfully silent and I was almost relieved when we ran into Crona, even if he did jump at our presence.

There was a little black dude resting on his head who was attached to his back. He freaked me out for a few seconds. "Wait, this must be Ragnarok." I thought. Maka had told me about him. He was Crona's weapon and part of him. I stuck my hand out to him, which made Crona jump some, "Oh don't be so jumpy, I won't hurt you… anyways. Hello Ragnarok, I'm Luna."

Ragnarok didn't shake my hand. "I know who you are; you're that weird moon girl."

My hand slowly fell to my side. "Oh, Ok." After about a minute of Crona looking like he might cry I hugged him. "I'm glad I have such a great person as you for a friend." I said, hoping it would make him happy, and I wasn't lying. I actually liked having Crona as a friend.

He was shaking his head, but I ignored it. We walked to school silently. After a while Ragnarok and Jace seemed to be getting along alright. They were discussing random facts but all I heard was babbling. Soon Crona peeped "I don't think I can deal with that." But I seemed to be the only one who heard him so I lightly patted his shoulder. He rapped his arms tightly together so I concluded that it was probably best to leave him alone at the time. It was tempting to ruffle his light pink hair. I can't explain why I felt that way, but I could just picture how soft it may be. I looked down trying to clear my head of all thoughts like that.

When we had made it to class Professor Stein had sent Jace and me to Lord Death's office. Something about a lesson. So here we were, looking at each other, confused. What could he want? Turns out he had a special mission for us. Some guy had been defacing tombstones. We were to go to the grave yard tonight and wait for the guy, capture him and turn him in to Lord Death. To me it was obvious that he was just setting this up. He probably wanted to see how Jace and I fight. We would give him a good show.

"And what is the point of this?" I was sitting on a large tombstone; waiting for the 'tombstone defacer' I honestly couldn't understand why we were doing this if it was obviously set up by Lord Death.

"Because Luna." Jace had a huge smile on his face. "We want to show Lord Death how well we can fight."

I nodded " Oh, right, that makes sense." In truth it didn't. It would be a fair fight if the person we were fighting went easy on us since he or she can't kill students.

A snap of twigs made me squeak. "Its ok Luna, it's just me." Jace laid a hand on my shoulder. Then there was another snap. "…But that wasn't."

The guy who came out of the shadows was wearing a ski mask. "I will make you proud my daughter." He said to no one.

Jace and I exchanged glances and whispered in unison. "This is so obviously Death Scythe." Of course that's when the blades came from his arms. "Let's see what you've got." Jace said in a cocky voice. I turned into my sword form and he caught me with one hand and swung at our attacker in one movement.

The attacker blocked and I nearly went flying across the graveyard. The fight went on for about an hour and we were successfully loosing. We did throw off the attacker a bit when we switched meisters. Now I was attacking with Jace in his scythe form. "You up for a soul resonance?" Jace asked.

"Yeah," I focused on Jace's energy. The attacker, who was really Death Scythe, heard Jace's question and positioned himself to take our blow, but was no longer striking at us. "GUENIE HUNTER!" I screamed as Jace's blade enlarged. I ran at Death Scythe and swung Jace at him. Even though I lost my balance and landed flat on my face, I managed to hit him. This seemed to impress him some.

"Not bad for an untrained pair." Death Scythe mumbled as he tied us in rope.

"Do you really have to tie us up?" I grumbled. Jace was face palming and I could tell he was trying to figure out where he had messed up and how he could improve for the next time.

Death Scythe had brought us back to the Death Room where he and Lord Death discussed how we did on our test. They spoke as if we were not in the room and I wasn't the only one who was bugged by that type of ignorance. They told us were we had gone wrong and how we could improve. They used my tripping as an excuses as to why the may not pass us, but we passed after all. Jace and I walked home, both of us silently grumbling to ourselves and I could feel the side of my face that I had landed on starting to swell, which put me in a whiney mood. "I need an ice pack."