Chapter 2

"Journey to DWMA"

"A journey is best measured in friends rather than miles."

"Why, in the freakin' name of Shinigami is Nevada called like that?" thunderous screams echoed through the interminable ocean of burning sand, throwing curses to the sky above. "I haven't seen a single speck of snow in all the days we have been here! Have you?" One of the two black spots on the middle of the wet heat waves raised its arms high above its head, whipping them around furiously.

"I don't know, and it's not really my problem either." The smaller one walked constantly, or as fast as the sand that it kept sinking into let it. "Will you at least go slower? My feet are killing me!" It sounded more like an order than a request, but the redhead seemed unfazed. "We are supposed to arrive tomorrow morning, if we go any slower we will probably get there the day after tomorrow."

"No way! Who even cares if we arrive a little late?" The pale young man stopped completely on his tracks, glaring at the others back with blood-chilling eyes. "I do! If you are so tired anyway, why don't you transform and I'll carry you?" She seemed oblivious to the look she was getting, continuing on and replying calmly.

Rolling his eyes, her ran to catch up with the girl. "Metal conserves heat more than skin does you know? It would only make it worse." The girl sighed, pulled out a map and looked at it closely, the tip of her nose almost touching the yellowish paper. "Then stop whining already." He groaned and decided that his boots were more interesting, how they sank down and then pulled out sand, in and out. Inside, outside. Clear, sandy…

"…" His gloved hands began to twitch, lightly at first but becoming a whole quake soon, making his whole body tremble with the urge to do something about the scorching laughing sun overhead, or how his meister acted so cool with all of it. "Aaaaah! But why?"

We now retreat a few hundred meters back, see how the two black dots argue, or at least the one-sided yelling. But don't get him wrong; he has a reason to act like that. You see, he had to suffer the suffocating days and chilling nights of Nevada for three days, this one being the fourth. It wouldn't have been like that if his meister had even the minimum social skills to go around in public; they had actually been kicked out of their bus for "Assault on first degree". He hoped the guy would make it.

But of course it hadn't been only her fault, the boy was impatient, as in exaggeratedly impatient, yelling and bouncing around on his seat with his veins pocking out of his neck as he screamed for the driver to hurry up so he could pee. (When they got kicked it turned out he could still hold it in perfectly for a couple of hours, he had just drank a bottle of water and wanted to make sure he didn't wait when he did feel the urge to "go")

Surviving wasn't difficult at all, they had stocked up enough for a week of constant travel, after all some precautions were never an exaggeration when you were with that girl; she could be quite but she sure fumed up when something pushed her out of her comfort zone, which wasn't very big. An awkward one she was.

Together they were annoying, no, exasperating... just too much to handle for most people, how such a pair was allowed to be was a mystery to even them, maybe it was because they never really went to a weapon meister school... maybe. But now that was about to change, they both unconsciously kept dragging on the inevitable, storing it at the back of their minds in a little locked box. They could have arrived days ago; the bus had left them a few hours travel from Death City, they had a map and a good sense of direction, but their little inside demon pulled them away from the tracks.

"Shut up already!" With one swift motion she round-house kicked the young man in the jaw, successfully getting him down. "This time he really crossed the line, even his." The boy looked up at the girl, clutching his misplaced bone tightly. His eyes were glued shut and small twitches contorted his face, but still he made no move to attack the girl in front of him.

"Oh my god... sorry, a little too strong maybe?" Her eyes shone with genuine concern, kneeling with her hands curled tightly on her lap. Saying nothing, the boy pushed his bone to its rightful place, earning himself a loud, agonising scream of pain. "Maybe" His word was slurred together as he made all he could to keep his jaw from moving as he spoke, letting it drop on his hand gently. But even then the sarcasm was palpable.

"We'll have to get you checked." They boy slapped her lightly upside the head with his free hand, frowning. "May I know where? I don't remember you knowing first aids." The girl brought down her hand vertically on his head. "Baka!" Great, he now had another hit to add to his collection. "You are as blind as always, can't you see we have already arrived?"

"Wha-?" He slowly looked up, finding himself shadowed by the towering walls of the city. They had death's emblem repeatedly distributed, all at the same distance. He looked around, trying to find a suitable entrance, but found none. "Hey, how are we going to-" He stirred his head towards his meister, not letting his eyes waver from the wall, but when he did he found her gone. Whipping around, much for his jaw's displeasure, he searched franticly for her, only to hear a faint yell from afar.

"You coming or what?" She was already climbing the wall expertly, finding any roughnesses to put her foot on. He groaned, why couldn't they get in normally like all people? "Yeah! Coming..." Careful not to move his pounding jaw a lot, he walked towards the wall and turned one of his lower arms into a black, golden pointed sharp arrow-like blade. He hit the wall with it, successfully getting it in. Then, step by step, he slowly made his was up with both hands, going up towards Death's Residence. "We really are finally here... new home."

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