"So," I asked, "your name is spelled Y-T-R-A?"
"Yeah, but it's harder to pronounce Ytra than Yetra." Yetra said, then "Is that really the only thing you have to say to me right now?"
We were sitting in Riley and Kylie's house, and there had been a very awkward silence for about fifteen minutes.
"Pretty much," I shrugged. "This doesn't change anything. We go world-to-world, get stronger, and save my world."
"It isn't that black-and-white, Jeremiah." Yetra said. "Your sister is a Heartless. I'm her Nobody."
"And?"
"Are you trying to be stupid?"
"It comes naturally."
Everyone laughed at that, except Yetra, who narrowed her eyes.
"You really have no problem whatsoever that I'm your dead sister's Nobody?" Yetra asked.
"Why would I?" I asked. I wasn't trying to sound stupid and uncaring, but I just couldn't wrap my head around hating Yetra for any reason. She was a good girl and she'd saved my life. She couldn't help that she was a Nobody; she just was.
Yetra smiled, then forced herself to keep looking angry. "So, what next?"
"We keep training here," I said. "Then, we go on. It's simple."
And it was, in a way. For two months, I trained until I was ready to drop (which I did, at first) until I could hold my own against Yetra, Riley, and anyone else who challenged me. Then, on my last day in DWMA, they threw a party. I'd became friends with everyone Riley knew, and they all attended.
Maybe that's why we were attacked by one of the world's enemies.
The party was awesome, music from one of Riley's many CD's blasting, even though I was holding up one of the walls. I never danced, mainly because I never got asked out by girls. The one time I did I knew the girl was joking, so I acted sarcastically, asking "Has hell froze over yet? No? Well, leave me alone." I wouldn't normally be that mean, but Ianus checked the girl's myspace, and she updated it saying she would trick that 'nerd Jeremiah.'
I mean, c'mon. That's just insulting.
Anyways, I was wearing a black suit and a black tie (suit-mandatory), listening to the music, when Yetra walked up to me. Yetra hadn't changed any, her light-blue hair still a bob, but she was slightly more muscular, which I only noticed when I saw her in a backless black dress.
I hadn't changed much either, but I hit five-foot-six now, so Yetra and I were eye-to-eye.
"Holding up the walls well?" Yetra asked.
"Yep." I said, then turned and pushed against the walls, groaning. "Oh no, it's falling!"
Yetra smiled, but didn't laugh. I never knew why, but Yetra always seemed a bit reserved around me, even thought we'd been becoming very good friends in the two months I'd been training. Yetra had trained as well, but not much.
"Want to dance?" Yetra asked.
I blushed. "I can't dance. Family curse."
"You know you want to."
"I know that I don't want to, actually."
Yetra grabbed my hand, pulling me to the dance floor. But, a second before she turned around and forcibly made me dance, a man busted through the door, a chainsaw blade going around his leg. The two halves of the door fell down, and the man walked through. He had his nose pierced, and was holding a bottle in his hand.
"That guy!" I shouted.
"You know Giriko, too?" Maka asked.
"No, but he's obviously here to fight." I shrugged. "He kicked the frickin' door down."
"Good point," Riley said, holding his sister in her claymore form. "Who wants to go against him?"
"Well, I would, but he's not a Heartless..." I said, scratching the back of my neck, when a Heartless came out of nowhere, tackling Giriko. He fell back through the open door, screaming, as Riley stared wide-eyed. Then, three Heartless came out of nowhere, and I destroyed all of them, one with fire and the other two with a spinning attack.
"You think Giriko's dead?" Kylie asked.
"Aye, in a way." Riley said. "When Heartless kill, they make a Heartless and a Nobody, right?"
We heard a noise, thinking it was Giriko, when a Heartless shaped like Giriko walked into the apartment.
"Well, he's going to be dead in another way soon." Yetra said, charging forward, her sword appearing in her hand.