The Rhythm of Your Soul~ X- Reader (Chap. Two)
The Academy
The jerking halt jolts you from your light sleep. Hushed murmurs began to issue all around you. Shoving the second volume of 'Meister and Weapon' out of your way, you glance back at a huffy sandy-haired kid.
"What're you lookin' at?" He sneered, pale eyes glinting maliciously. "Out of my way, little girl. Obviously you haven't realized that we have arrived at Death City." He pushed his way past everyone, hopping onto the sidewalk, and out of sight.
Opening your mouth for a sharp retort to throw out the window, someone taps you on the shoulder. "Don't mind him. Iwo's just a big hothead. Anyway, c'mon! We've arrived at Death City for crying out loud!"
You nod and uncertainly give the ashen girl that had spoken a grin, gazing out the window. There stood the ascending stairs that led up to Death City. Glorious Death City. The various buildings peeked jaggedly, glittering beneath the blistering heat of the Sun.
Along with the awing students, you tersely walk below the towering gates, gawking at the city life. Marketplaces were strung every which way, clusters of buildings wound into pointy battlements, this was joined with cottage homes and shops below. Most wonderful of all, the Academy itself loomed above the whole assortment (perfectly symmetrical!).
Along with the crowd, you nervously clamber a ways to the foot of the staircase. To your surprise, the other children boldly step up, most of them were taking it easily. Save a couple that straggled reluctantly behind. "I can do this. It's only, eh, a couple thousand steps." With a deep breath, you take the first quarter without a problem. Nearly to the middle, you're at the point of mopping sweat. You pause to take a short breather. The rest of the group were chattering away, only twenty steps above you. A few of them cast curious looks behind. Either they have been training, or they must be superhuman! Growling, you catch up, energy pumping you on.
Finally. After; what several hundred more steps? Anyway, the top has finally been reached! Gasping out of both relief and for air, you shoulder your belongings, making your way into the DWMA with the flood of people.
"What do you think Maka Albarn will be like?"
"Pretty damn awesome, quite obviously!" A pigtailed girl interjected. She seemed to idolize the teen, Maka, whose popularity and skills boosted ever since the epic defeat of the Kishion, Asura.
"I've always wanted to meet Lord Death himself!" Another added.
"Oh, would you guys shut it?" The snobby kid from the bus snapped. "Why look up to some lucky brats, when you could simply improve yourself?"
You smile a bit at the ravings, having ceased listening when the bad-tempered boy intruded. As though upon cue, the great double doors swung open. Two teachers stood, a muscular zombie Sid, and a mummy-wrapped, icy-eyed Nygus. "Welcome to the DWMA." It was Nygus who spoke first.
"I would welcome you warmly, but that's just not the man I was." Sid put in.
"Today you will be sorted into groups, where you'll chose your weapon or meister."
This is it. You're finally entering the Academy!