"It's about my past isn't it, lass?" Desmond asked. His arm was laid out down the counter with a needle inject in his large vein. Blood slowly pumped out into a small syringe.
"I'm sorry to say it but it does. Not very common for students of you past to be here. Some kids have had accidents happen out of their control, but you were very aware. Lord Death is just taking precautions." Dr. Medusa explained. She filled the syringe and pulled it out of his arm. Two other vials were filled and placed into a triangle formation in a machine that Desmond did not recognize. Desmond grabbed his own gaus and wrapped himself a bandage. "So what exactly is it looking for?" He asked and walked behind her. "Thought you just needed to see my soul or something."
"Your soul has already been identified. The amount of madness and irregular color is fine for now. It's only a worry if it grows to out of control proportions."
Desmond rolled his eyes. "Alright, that's helpful."
She grabbed his chin and yanked it dow to her level. "If you have a desire for normal souls, come... see... me."
Desmond grabbed her wrist with his index and thumb and lifted it off. "I understand you. I'm better than that."
"You're not. Like it or not you're soul is like that. Your spirit may think that but your soul is in charge. I need you to watch it out there."
Desmond shoved the pills in his pocket. "How you feeling Soul?"
"Not cool, man. I got a giant scar across my chest."
Desmond laughed. "At least you got something to show them lad. I just got my muscles. "
"You need to grow them out before they're actually something."
Desmond pulled open the door. "Tell me that again and I'll shove you into fresh crater I made with your body." He ended it on the last word and closed the door behind him.
He was alone, Brennan was long gone from the hallway with Maka, Soul was bed ridden, and Tsubaki and Black Star were missing. Nobody to talk to to Express how he felt, Desmond had a hard time with that but needed somebody anyways. Unable to contact his family he felt alone as ever.
With no where to go he decided to check out one place. A room painted to look like the baby blue sky with a line of red guillotines and crosses all over. At the end of the podium was a giant mirror that held Lord Death.
Like it was on cue; Lord Death twisted around in the mirror. His signature peace sign popped out of the mirror. "Hiya! How can I help you today Desmond?"
"I came for questions."
"I'll answer all I can. What can I answer for ya?"
"Why does every member of the teacher staff worry about me? What is it that my weapon type did?"
"Well my boy, your unique typing of Weapon style allows you to hook up with anyone that can handle your rush of a wavelength. It's a very powerful tool for and against students. Luckily for you your peers do not know of this but the teachers are well aware of your skill."
"Yes, yes, I already know about the history of me. I want to know what happened to the previous guy and why it sets me behind."
"The previous student here with the same power decided to use his style on the students here. He used the weakness of the students to take them and use them for his desires. It started as him becoming a bully and changed to using them as weapons."
"And then he killed the students. We stopped him before he could do anything with the souls." Death Scythe interrupted. "Unfortunately we weren't able to question his motives behind his actions."
"What happened to him?" Desmond clenched his fist and lowered his tone. He couldn't turn to face Death Scythe, his eyes slammed shut and kept his position.
"None of your concern. It doesn't affect you."
"You all treat me like a monster, it concerns me God damn it."
Death placed his gigantic hand on Desmond's head. "Listen to me kid. Your destiny is to change how your power is used. That is why every student is here, to improve their skill and end all madness in this world."
"But I have to fight to regain my independence, nobody else has everyone's eye on them to see of they'll become Kishins or serve a witch."
"Answer me this, did you come to get answers from me to fill your ideals or to really figure out the truth. Because the truth is we have the absolute trust in you Desmond. Right now you're like a child, you still need direction. But one day you'll become a Death Scythe here like Spirit and join my armory. Just like a parent would do, we push you harder so you become greater. You're an ambassador of your specialist. You have to lead your way."
"I came here to hear the truth for myself." Desmond barely said above a whisper. "I'm having a hard time believing what you say."
"Brennan brought you here because he saw you as a tough partner. But a partner to bring to greatness." Death Scythe went up to Desmond's side. "Now you're here to accomplish your own goals and show these students the leader you are. But I need one answer from you." Death Scythe grabbed Desmond's shoulders and forced him to look at his own tearful eyes. "Is your partner on a date with my precious Maka? Because he should touch her, be alone with her, she should be alone with him!" He cried.
"I don't know." Desmond yelled and punched him off.
"Thank you for you time Lord Death." Desmond turned from them both.
"No problem!" Death gave his peace sign again.
"My goal hasn't changed, but that's a good thing. It just means now, I know who and why I'm doing this." Desmond walked out of the room.
"They didn't tell you what happened did they?" A slithery voice sneaked into Desmond's ear. His head stayed forward while his eyes looked around for the culprit. Nobody was behind him, or in front of him. "You want answers but they won't give them to you."
"Why don't you show yourself snake?" Desmond growled. "What are you? A witch? A pest? Some child afraid of the dark?"
"I don't need to show myself to get my point across. When your ready I can show you the truth. In the basement of the school is where you'll find what you're looking for... even if you don't quite know yet."
The white noise in his ears disappeared. The voice came and left as fast as it came. He saw it was too much of a bother to see the nurse or Lord Death about this. He walked out of the school in search of Brennan and Maka. An hour already past since Brennan's exam. All Desmond knew was that they'd wander around the town with no real purpose. His only clue of their possible whereabouts.
He walked out of the school and to the bottom of the steps. For a mid day afternoon, there wasn't a lot of people around. Mostly students bunched up in their groups and a few adults. This made it easy to find them, and at the same time almost impossible to find him him. With the streets almost empty that means they'd be the only ones out. And that also meant that that they could be in almost any building in peace. He moved past his worries and started his search.
Desmond started up high on the rooftops and looked down. A few of the people yelled at him for his recklessness. This only made him want to do it even more. Still, he couldn't find him along the streets. He chose to drop down and search the shops.
The streets gave him just as much luck. The same amount of people were inside shops as they were on the streets. Most of the businesses were empty with a few exceptions. He was about to give up on his search. Finally a scream kept him on his search. Only this scream wasn't one of fear, this one resembled of amusement.
He peaked out of the alleyway he was in and just saw Maka run the opposite direction of him. Desmond let out a smile. "So it seems you actually did something right. Good job lad." He watched Brennan follow right out of the shop. Brennan turned to him and just stared. He didn't move, just watched him. He didn't make any signs of acknowledgement. His mouth didn't even Move with a hand signal. Desmond shrugged it off as his own little warning to him. He twisted back around into the alleyway and walked back.
"Maybe I'll leave them alone. Just this once." He chuckled to himself.
