Soul traveled only about 8 hours, mostly on I-80, when he started getting tired. He stopped in Omaha, Nebraska, and picked out a decent, but cheap hotel to stay the night.
He threw his duffle on the bed, and then he laid down on his back. It wasn't as comfortable as he was used to, but he figured that this would be the norm from now on.
His mind drifted back to the last time he saw his parents. Did he really just do what he thought he did? He couldn't believe that he had the guts to do that. In his world, you never crossed his parents, especially his mother. At least if you wanted a quiet life.
Though now that he thought about it, the life he was heading into would be anything but quiet. Since he was a weapon he would be expected to go into fights with evil souls. Though that actually sounded like fun; should be interesting to say the least.
With those thoughts he covered himself with the quilt on the bed and turned to his side to fall asleep till the next day.
Around 8 am the next morning, he was driving along I-80 again, having stopped by a McDonalds for a couple sausage muffins for breakfast. The rest of his trip was rather uneventful, making another overnight in Cedar City, Utah, and then riding the last 5 hours to Death Valley.
Of course since the DWMA was so massive, he could see it even from outside the city surrounding it. Hell, he could even see it from miles down the road. But it seemed even more massive when he had parked his motorcycle, and then stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up at it. Damn, who built stairs that tall? Was there an elevator around or something? He'd even take an escalator, even though that would take longer.
But there was neither of them. Arg, this was going to take the rest of the day to climb up, plus his legs are going to kill him. Oh well, nothing for it he thought.
So he stuffed his hands into his pockets and trudged up the stairs. It really did take forever, and he ended up sitting on the steps and taking breaks a few times.
During one of those breaks a flash of what looked like someone in black clothing with what seemed to be blue hair sped past him, followed by a breeze. He could have also sworn he heard a scream of, "Yahooo!"
He turned to look behind him but he didn't see anyone. What the heck was that? Was it supposed to be a person? They were going too fast for them to be a normal human.
Oh well, not going to solve the mystery by just sitting here. So he got back up to make the rest of the way to the top.
When he got there, he felt relieved that he made the climb, but now he wasn't sure on where to go next. He knew he'd have to go see the principal, Lord Death, but he didn't know where the office was.
It must have been a break between classes, because there were a ton of kids out in the hallways, though he didn't see a teacher right away. Finally he spotted a dark skinned man with black cornrowed hair and tattoos on his arms. He figured since he was an adult he would be a teacher, though he didn't look like a typical teacher.
"Excuse me, I'm new here. Where is Lord Death's office?"
"There's no need to bother him over such a small matter. Just go the administration office and they'll take care of you."
"I kinda have a unique situation. I need to talk to him."
"Hmmmm," the guy scrutinized him as he thought, though Soul's serious expression didn't flinch. At least it was serious for him. "Alright then, go down that hallway and then turn right. At the end of that hallway you'll see a door with Lord Death's symbol, in a red frame. That's his office."
"Thanks a lot."
Soul turned and followed the directions the teacher gave him and arrived at the door with no problems. He looked at the door and sighed. This was it; he really was going to start a new life, in a new world; for he was absolutely sure that it was going to be very different from the life that he's been used to. Sure there were tons of things he didn't like about his life with his parents, but he sure was going to miss some things, like the fine cuisine, the servants, and his own room. He was sure he'd have to share a room with someone sometime soon.
He sighed and opened the door, and stepped inside. He expected a normal office, but it almost looked like he was outside again. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that the clouds were a little cartoony, and on the ground, he would swear he was out in the desert again, with a bunch of crosses in the ground. There was also a stone walkway with what looked like guillotines supported by red wooden beams.
He took a tentative step forward, but the first blade didn't fall to chop off his head, so he guessed he was safe enough. He continued to walk down the walkway till he got to a platform with a giant mirror on it.
Also on the platform was who he supposed was Shinigami, sitting at a table drinking tea. He wore a long black robe, white gloves on block like hands, and a cartoonish skull mask. This guy seemed to have a thing for cartoons.
As he approached Shinigami-sama removed one of his hands from the tea cup and raised it as if to wave it, "Well hello there. I don't believe I've seen you before. How ya doing?"
Huh? This guy seemed be rather cheery for someone who's known as Death. He rubbed the back of his white haired head, "Well I kinda have a situation. My name is Soul Evans."
"Oh, as in the Evans family from Chicago who are all musicians?"
He sighed, hating to be referred to that way, "Yeah, that's my family. But I've left the family." He raised his hand and changed it to the red and black curved blade that it could turn into.
"Oh, you've got demon blood. I wonder how that happened. No one else from your family is a weapon."
"How did you know that sir?"
"We keep records on which families have prominent weapon blood so that we can know which families to expect possible weapons from. Your family has never appeared on those records."
"Oh, ok. My parents didn't want me to not even think about being a weapon and just continue with my music. And I don't even want to be a musician."
"Hmmmm, I see. So I'm guessing you ran away from home?"
Soul changed his hand back into a hand and rubbed the back of his head again, "Yeah, I guess you can say that."
"Well good for you, we can always use another weapon here at the DWMA."
He thought it was good that he ran away? How irresponsible can he be? "Well, it also means I barely have any money, and no place to live while I am here."
"Not a problem. There are dorms here, and plus you get a $200 weekly allowance. That can cover your food for the week and anything else you might need. So since you're here now, let's just get you started in school. Go to the administration office down the hallway and they can assign you a class and you can just move into the dorms tonight."
"Alright then, thanks a lot Lord Death," he bowed respectfully.
"No need to thank me. After all, the DWMA exists to preserve peace in the world. And how are we to do that if we reject a weapon just because they're broke?" Lord Death paused as he seemed to consider something, and then said, "Also, when you register, you can pick any name you want. But when you do, you're stuck with it for at least two years."
"Oh, thanks again." Soul turned and started to walk towards the exit.
Wow, for being way too casual and cheery about things, Lord Death can be a perceptive guy. Soul didn't say that much about his family, but Lord Death could tell that he didn't like them, and didn't want to keep his family name.
Wait, when did he decide that? He'd never once thought about changing his name, though that would solve a lot of problems. When people learned his name was Evans, and that he was from Chicago, they would automatically connect him with his family. And that is the last thing he wanted to happen.
So changing his name would be a great idea. The problem would be what name should he change it to? He liked his first name, so he didn't want to change that. But what should his last name be? Well he could figure that out later.
He left Lord Death's office and talked to those at the administrative office. When they asked him his name, he told them he didn't have a last name, and asked if he could tell them later when he chose one, and they agreed. Then they sent him to the Crescent Moon Class. Kinda weird name for a classroom, but oh well.
They told him where to go and he headed towards his class.
Man this was going so fast. Just a few days ago he was still living with his family, knowing nothing of what his potential was. Now he's going to learn how to be a weapon, and save people's lives. He grinned, exposing his shark like teeth, this is going to be fun.
He found the Crescent Moon Class, and opened the door. Inside he found the same man he had asked directions from teaching the class.
"Oh, it's you," the teacher said, "What is it?"
"I've been assigned this class."
"You finished your business with Lord Death?"
"Yeah."
"Alright then. What's your name?"
"Soul."
"And your last name?"
"I don't have one yet."
He looked at Soul curiously, "Alright then, my name is Sid. Class has just started for today, so why don't you choose a seat. I can give you some homework later to help you catch up to where the class is right now."
Oh great, homework. Well, he would have to get used to it now.
He climbed the stairs to the top level and sat in a corner seat, that way he could see everyone trying to peak a look at him.
As Sid started talking again, Soul couldn't help but think about how boring this part of his new life would be.
A/N: Ok, it's finally up. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Got a glimps of Black Star there, though I'm sure you figured that out, lol. And also met Sid, and I think we're going to meet Maka next chapter.
Well, hope you all leave reviews for the chapter. And hopefully some constructive criticism.
