Chapter 8
"Why are you wet?" Professor Stein asked as I walked in. I remembered my mother telling me not to curse, or threaten, or do anything that would get me in trouble with a teacher, so I ignored him.
"Juice?" Kid asks when I sit down. "He's dead. He's deader than dead." I mutter. Kid heard and wisely decided to drop it. I pretend to not notice the stares. All of a sudden, a boy with spiky blue hair jumped in front of the class. "Pay attention to ME, your god! Not her!" He points at me. Professor Stein sighs. I look around the classroom and say, "You heard that? Not me, him. Stare. Stare at the vibrant blue hair." I point to him. "See? She gets it. Thank you, my loyal follower!"
"Oh, slow down there, Blueberry. I'm not anyone's loyal follower." He justs laughs. I cup my face in my hand and glare. "Anyway, you're disturbing Professor Stein's class. He was saying something, then you popped up. Literally." And with a glare, he went back to his seat.
We were outside on the training field. I shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. The juice had finally dried up, but now I was sticky, and pissed off at Eric. I tried to pay attention to the fight in front of me, but the longer I stood, the more anxious I was to go back to the apartment and get my revenge. It wasn't normal for me to wait so long to prank back my brothers. So, I decided to leave after this period, whether or not I am allowed to do so. After the fight, Professor Stein stood in front of us. "Liraz, have you ever turned into a weapon before?"
"No." I answer. "I thought so. You and Black Star. Fight."
Maka speaks up. "Professor, isn't that a bit unfair to Liraz? She doesn't even have a meister yet."
"I'll be fine. I have four brothers. I know how to fight." I turn back to Professor Stein. "I have a question. Lets say I'm not able to transform into a weapon. Can I use a knife or two I may or may not currently have on me?"
"No. Try to transform into a weapon during this battle. And while we're on the topic of weapons, hand over the knives." Professor Stein responds. I sigh, and reach into both my jacket sleeves, and pull out a pair of short knives. I reach into my boots and take out two knives for each pair of shoes. In the corner of eye, I see Maka's eyebrows shoot up. I hand the knives over to Professor Stein's waiting hands, and hold my hands up in surrender. "All of them." He says. I roll my eyes, and pull out two knives from my over-the-knees. I unsheathe the knife from under my shirt, and hand all three knives to him. "The sheath too." I hand the sheathe over to him. "No more. Honest," I say. "Start the fight."
I turn to Black Star. He runs at me, his hand in a fist, gaining momentum. He goes for the punch, but I duck, and sweep kick him. He jumps over my foot. I jump up onto my feet again. "Not bad," He says. I shrug. "Could've done better," I say. "So could you." He smirks. "I'm just warming up!" I run to him, feigning a punch, and aim a kick for right above his knee. He falls for the trick, and jumps back in time, only getting half the intended force of my kick. As, he stands up, I grab his upper body, and knee kick him. He punches back, and I try not lose my grip. Unfortunately, I do, and he takes advantage of the opportunity to side kick me in the gut, sending me flying backwards. I land with a thud. I clench my teeth, and get up. I put my hand to my head, and stare at it. Blood.
"You're dead, Blackstar!" I yell, and start running to him. I clench my hand into a fist, and charge towards him. He does the same. I have him now...almost...almost...NOW...
When he closes in on me, I drop my weight and fall. I lift myself with my hands, curl my lower body in towards myself, then land a painfully perfect kick to his upper knee. His leg gives up, and he falls on me. He punches my face. I manage to get one of my legs free, and I kick him in the gut. He coughs. I push off, and he rolls to the side. He coughs again, and holds his stomach.
"Congratulations. You transformed into a weapon." Professor Stein says as he checks Black Star's wound. I take a glance at my leg. A scythe blade. And before I could get a closer look at it, my leg returns to... well, a leg.
"Who won?" I ask, leaning against a nearby tree. "It was a tie," Professor Stein responds. "You fought really well. Where did you learn to fight like that?" Maka asks from behind me. Next to her are Soul, Death the Kid, a pair of girls I've seen with Kid, and a girl with long black hair up in a ponytail. "Four brothers." I say. Maka holds out her hand. I take it, and she helps me up. "You're brothers all know how to fight? And what was with those knives?" Soul asks. "For the question about my brothers, sort of. They're all a bit odd. And for the knives, it was a birthday present." They all give me a strange look. "From my brother, Eric. He's in Death City, by the way. That reminds me." I look at the time on my phone just as the bell rings. "Do you need to go to the nurse, Liraz? You're pretty banged up." Professor Stein says. "I'm fine," I respond. I turn around to walk back home. "Class is the other way," He says. "I'm going home. I need a shower, and a change of clothes." I say, pointing to the grape juice stains. Before he could say anything else, I run towards the long stairs of DWMA.
I jumped off the scooter a little less than a block away from the apartment. I checked my phone for any messages. He said he would go grocery shopping today. Just not when he would go.
I walked along the block opposite the apartment. I already bought whatever I needed for my plan before I got here, so the only hard part was crossing the street, and not causing suspicion from the neighbors, or Eric if he was home. I knew that if my plan failed, I could get arrested. But, truth be told, I was used to the nervous exhilaration of my plans. So, I currently stood behind a tree, trying to get a good view of the house with my phone. I zoom in, trying to see through the windows. (I tweaked my phone so that I had an amazing camera perfect for occasions like this). Nothing. I was in the clear for now. It was now or never. I scouted out the area quickly, then ran towards the side of the house. I pressed my back against it, and waited. I took out my phone, and used the camera to see through the window above me on the second floor. Clear. I did the same with the next window, then went to the edge of the apartment, and looked behind it. Still nothing. So, for every window I passed, I was careful to check the windows. And even though I saw nothing, I was still careful to not make a noise. I approached the back door cautiously, and looked through the peephole. The house was clear and the lights were off. There were no shadows that I could trace to him or the TV if it was on. The house was empty. I had left the bag that I bought the equipment with my scooter, so I was carrying everything I needed. When Professor Stein was talking to me, I had stolen one of my knives from his lab coat pocket. I set the equipment on the ground, picked up the bobby pins I had bought, and started picking the lock on the door. Soon enough, it opened. I picked up the equipment, and got to work.
And I was back at DWMA as soon as the bell rang. I spent the rest of the day with a smug smirk on my face, eagerly waiting to watch the footage of my prank on the tiny cameras I installed around the house.
