A/N: Welcome to the first chapter of my new novel! This is somewhat based on a story I did a long time ago, but never finished. I'd like to thank my editor and friend Autumn for helping me out with this.
I hope you enjoy, and please, review, maybe? This chapter alone took two weeks to write...
Disclaimer: I only own Blue Morgan, Kaylee, and the plot.
It was by far her favorite noise and experience, second only to the feeling of taking off. The plane, hovering above the ground, then landing.
She shook her hair a bit, brushing through it before she put the brush back in her purse. Her hair was a shiny black, with two blue pieces of hair hanging down over her shoulders. She wore nice black jogging pants, a ArtistVSPoet tee shirt, and a black jacket with a blue peace sign on the back.
She waited, as the people began to stand and file pass her. Chatter and movement filled her ears with sound.
"Ma'am?" an attendant asked, as the last few passengers began to shuffle out the door. "Would you like some assistance?"
"I'll be fine, thank you," she said in a low, quiet voice, standing up and taking her black purse with her, as she moved down the plane aisle.
Stepping into the airport lobby, she looked around happily. It was the first time she'd been to Nevada.
The metal braces on her legs attracted passerby stares of pity and disgust. But she didn't notice. She was enchanted by the store windows, the warm air, and the foreign scents. She felt her sinuses finally open up, and she was able to breathe easier than in the cold North-Eastern air. However, her head felt dizzy, unused to the difference in pressure.
Walking through the airport, she looked around like an awestruck child. She thought of all the new things she could buy, but decided to wait. This wasn't entirely a vacation.
Making her way to the baggage claim, she waited patiently beside the other passengers, looking for her suitcase. A spot of leopard print caught her attention, and she pulled out her suitcase. It would last her until her other stuff got here.
She was hit by a blast of hot air as the doors opened to reveal the long strip of road, cars coming in, picking people up, then driving out. She passed by the commotion, moving across the road, back towards the parking lot. Making her way back, she knew exactly where she was going. In the very back of the parking garage was the black motorcycle she had bought before she made her way to the forsaken desert.
She grabbed the black helmet and pulled it on her head. Then she swung her legs over the seat, starting up the motorcycle. She kicked the kickstand out from under the bike, and drove off.
Tearing down the highway was a favorite sport of hers. She tore down the road, taking care around the cars. The wind blew through the hair that stuck out from under her helmet.
She had a long journey before she made it to her final destination.
Her bike roared as she flew straight up the mountain of stairs. She steered past screaming students until she finally made it up to the large landing. She parked off towards the wall. Students were yelling at her, but she ignored them, as she turned the bike off and put the kickstand down. Putting the keys in her pocket, she looked over the large skull school.
"Were you trying to kill someone?" a girl snapped at her, a boy besides her glaring.
However, she ignored them, shaking her hair out, stepping off the bike.
"Maka, I don't think she's listening," the boy said with a sigh, his red eyes seeming tired.
"She should be listening!" Maka roared. "Soul, you almost got hit!"
"Maka, I'm fine," Soul said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Its uncool to yell at someone who obviously isn't going to listen."
She walked into the school, walking down the halls as others looked at her in curiousity. New students were coming into the school, as it was the first day of the year, but this girl held a strange air to her. She was someone who could easily attract the attention of the other students, and command them to her will. By the way she walked, you could tell she was a natural born leader.
Shoving large double doors open, she stepped into a hallway of guillotines. They might have been all too familiar with her, but no one could tell. She walked quickly, tensed as though ready to spring forward any minute.
She walked up the steps, to stand on a large circular platform, with a mirror opposite her. Three people awaited her. A male with red hair and blue eyes, a larger male with a large black cloak and skull mask, and a female with curly blonde hair with a side sweep bang and unattractive green eyes. Though the red haired male dressed in a suit, she dressed in a miniskirt, heels, and a white dress shirt that wasn't quite buttoned all the way.
"Ah, hello hello!" the skull mask male spoke. "I'm guessing your Blue Morgan! How are ya?"
"I'm well," Blue addressed the man. "I hope you are also well, Lord Death."
"Oh, yeah! Yeah! I'm great, thanks!" the lord of death replied with a humorous voice, waving his large white blocky gloves around. "Well, here's your meister, Kaylee Martin! I hope you two will make a good team!
"Blue grasped the girls hand. "Blue Morgan, Demon Machine Gun."
"Kaylee Martin, Meister," the girl said in an airy voice.
"Now! Off to class you two go! I hope you enjoy your N.O.T. classes!" Lord Death said happily, waving them off.
As they walked back through the hall of guillotines, side by side, they both began to think about what they were stepping into. Casting side glances at one another, they made sure not to let the other catch them staring.
"Well!" Kaylee said, as they walked out of the long hallway. "I hope we'll be, like, awesome together!"
"As do I," Blue responded in her deeper, quieter voice.
"So," Kaylee said. "Do you have, like, a boyfriend or something?"
"Not at the current time," Blue said. "Do you?"
"Not anymore. We broke up before I came here. Long distance relationships, like, totally suck!"
"It depends on the point of view," Blue responded. "I've read many books on long distance relationships."
"Ew, your a nerd?" Kaylee asked. "Oh my god, that's funny!"
"I suppose," Blue sighed.
"Do you like Glee?" Kaylee asked.
'Does she ever stop talking?' Blue thought, before replying, "I prefer to watch Grimm."
"That show is, like, way too scary!" Kaylee exclaimed. "How do you watch that?"
"A toughened exterior."
"Whatever. Hey, is that our class?"
"I think so."
The two girls pushed through the door, greeted by the sight of other weapons and meisters, some still having their tags, practically calling out that they didn't have a partner yet. The teacher, a large blue man with tattoos and a hole in his head, was beginning to address the class, as they found their way to some empty seats.
"Now, welcome, young Nots," the man barked. "My names Sid. And yes, I am a zombie. Today, you will be finding your partners, and we will be doing a simple discussion of how to match your soul wavelengths."
A girl with long black hair in pigtail braids raised her hand. "Mr. Sid, how do we know if we have a soul?" she asked.
"Stupid!" a blonde haired boy scoffed. "Everyone had a soul!"
"Correct," Sid said. "Basically, to connect soul wavelengths, you have to 'tune in' to your partner. You will be able to feel their basic emotions, and you'll be able to use each other."
It was the start of partnerships.
"Let's try again!" Kaylee insisted.
She held Blue in her hands. Trying to use her. But every time she began shooting, Blue would scream in pain.
Once again, Kaylee pulled the trigger, and a blast of white bullets began to shoot at the target a few yards away from them. But once again, Blue couldn't stop her scream of pain.
"Alright, enough you two!" Sid demanded. "I don't like to hear someone in pain. That's the kind of man I was."
"Well," Blue said, transforming back into her human form. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know," Sid admitted. "But I know who might know what's wrong."
"Great," Kaylee said. "Where are they?"
"Stay after school tomorrow, and I'll introduce you to them."
"Alright," Blue said, adjusting the braces on her legs. "Well, let's go home. I'd like to start unpacking my things."
"'Kay!" Kaylee said. "C'ya, teach!"
"Goodbye, you two," Sid yelled after them.
As they walked out the school doors, Kaylee began talking to Blue about this 'super awesome totally hot boy!' But her black haired partner paid no attention. Instead, she popped some painkillers in her mouth, and tried to block out the pain in her legs. She was too afraid to tell her too girly partner what was wrong. Blue was afraid of rejection.
She opened the door, stepping into their small apartment. Kaylee walked in after her.
"I made sure all your boxes were moved to your room," Kaylee said.
"Thanks," Blue muttered.
And with that, she went to unpack.
A/N: So! What did you guys think? I hope you liked it! Expect new chapters soon! Blue out!