Chapter 2

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"That boy has Kishin blood in him…"

"She's so cold… no wonder she doesn't have a partner…"

"Have you seen him fight? He looks insane…Must be because of his father…"

The Shibusen walls seemed to hold the whispers of their past years. The girl just shook her head and smiled. She wasn't going to let those memories ruin her visit to her old school. Her partner on the other hand wasn't as strong willed as her. He kept his hands clenched and his jaw locked. He really just wanted to leave and go home. He shot a quick glance at his giggling partner.

"What's so funny Amelia?"

"Remember when we became partners, Sammy? Teeheehee. Remember?"

How could I forget? Sam thought as he looked up at the walls.

FLASHBACK

"Look, you're a very strong meister, especially for being trained in soul wavelength manipulation by Franken Stein. A lot of us admire you for just being able to stand that psycho. But here's the problem… Shinigami is not going to let you go through the EAT class without a weapon." Sid flipped through a folder with the picture of a young girl on top.

In front of him sat that same girl. Her long black hair hung carelessly upon her shoulders and back. Her vibrant green eyes stared at her teacher with concern for her career at Shibusen. She had balled her fists up in her lap, resting them on her black, ruffled skirt.

"Mister Barett what about Justin Law? He became a death scythe all with no meister and he's only a year older than I am…" The girl's voice shook slightly.

"He's different. He's a weapon. You're a meister." Sid retorted back.

"But Prof-"

"You are not him. You may be strong in soul wavelength manipulation but even he had a weapon during his time in EAT. I would have expected you to already have a weapon partner. You do come from a family of demon weapons, don't you Miss Amelia Fermata?"

"Yes… they are all scythes and singers… but I'm.. I'm the only meister…"

"I still don't understand why it's so hard to obtain a weapon… this is your second year here?" Sid sighs and closes the folder. "Amelia have you even tried getting a weapon partner?"

"I have… it's just… no one matches me… no one can handle me…" Tears started to swell up in her eyes. She was on the verge of another meltdown until she felt the warmth of a familiar hand on her shoulder.

"Don't be too hard on her, Sid. Her soul is just too big for these small minded weapons. What about…. him?" Professor Franken Stein showed a psychotic grin to the both of them.

"Who's him?" Amelia added the same amount of emphasis on the word as Stein did.

"No Stein. Not him. What the hell are you doing here anyways?" Sid growled at his former classmate.

"Shinigami asked for me. But anyways… why not? She has no weapon and he has no meister and their soul wavelength are about the same… I think it would be a perfect match. She is part of the famed Scythe family…" Stein trails off into his own little world. Amelia cocked her head at him and reached up to the screw implanted into his head. She turned it a few clicks as if winding back up a toy. "…she'd be perfect for a double-bladed demon scythe like him."

"Wait… did you say double-bladed? Do you mean Sam Calypso?" Amelia looked at both of her mentors then looked down. I have heard the rumors… Thought Amelia. He's the son of a Kishin…It was only the beginning of this year that it was spread across the campus that his father has turned into a full fledged Kishin…

"That's an awful idea, Stein. I will not put her into harm's way around him." Sid was standing up from his chair now. He had gone from lecturing Amelia to protecting her.

Amelia stands up abruptly between them. "I want to meet him!" She then looks at Sid. "Mister Barett, if I can't bond with Sam, then I'll understand being kicked out of EAT. After all… a meister must have a weapon… This is the last time I'll try to choose a partner." With that she left the room, leaving the two men alone.

"This is a bad idea…"

"No… this is going to be beautiful, like notes emanating from the strings of a harp."

Later on that day during the lunch hour, Amelia went looking for Sam Calypso. She saw him come up from the long flight of stairs in front of Shibusen. She balled her fists and ran towards him. The poor oblivious boy was sent flying with the strong punch received from the petite meister. A wicked smile spread across her face as the boy sat back up, clutching his cheek with a bewildered look. A crowd of people had already enclosed around them, rooting for a fight.

"Sam Calypso! The weapon that needs no meister! FIGHT ME, YOU COWARD!" Amelia screamed at him. Sid and Stein had run out to see the commotion. Stein smiled but as Sid went to go stop them, Stein held him back and shook his head.

"Let her…She want's to hear his music. This is how she will pick her weapon."

Sam stood up and tossed his jacket aside. He cocked his head at her and grimaced. "Amelia Fermata? The meister that needs no weapon?" He cracks his neck and moves his shoulders in circles. "Amazing punch! I'll give you that… but about this fight…" His right arm turns into a beautiful glowing white blade while his left arm transforms into a demonic looking red and black blade. "Are we playing dirty or just fists?"

Inside, Amelia was truly amazed at his blades, but she couldn't let her facial expression show that. Wow… so pretty… She made a grimace that matched his and brought up her fists. "Dirty."

She charged at him, and he charged at her. When it looked like he was going to get the next blow, Amelia slid under his arms to appear behind him.

"SOOOOUUULLLLL PURGE!" She pushed all of her wavelength through her hand and onto his body, sending Sam flying again. Sam struggled to get up, spitting out blood from his busted lip. Amelia stood behind him, laughing maniacally. "The son of a Kishin… can't even fight huh? What a coward. Pathe- OOOF"

Sam kicked Amelia straight in the gut. He stubbled to get up, wiping the blood off his mouth. Amelia lays there for a moment, laughing softly to herself. I love it. He gets mad when he's called a coward. I love it. Oh that sound… it's so sweet. I MUST HEAR MORE OF IT!

"Don't call me a fucking coward you prissy bitch." He walked over to her and smiled. "I wouldn't think that little Miss Princess like you would even think of picking a fight with me. So why don't you have a partner huh?! You think everyone is beneath you?!"

Amelia stands up with a rag doll demeanor. Her green eyes seemed to glow with excitement. She lets out a laugh, pushing her hair back with her fingers. "They all sound ugly to me. Ugly and out of tune. But you," She points a painted finger at him, "You're beautiful. I want to hear more. Please… please, let me hear more."

Sam shows a confused look. I'm beautiful? What? This girl spends way too much time with that doctor. Amelia charges at him again, but this time he knows better. When she goes to slide underneath him, his right arm transforms back into an arm and he elbows her in the gut once more, stopping her.

"Ooof… What the hell is your fascination with my stomach?" She coughs out.

Sam stands over her, panting. "We're done. Two for two. Are you satisfied yet, Princess?"

She laughs more, getting a wicked idea. Her leg shoots straight up between his legs. The crowd went "Ooooh…." in unison and the boys covered their areas and winced. She halfheartedly regrets her decision, crawling over to the boy.

"I'm so sorry! I just-" She gasps for air from her laughter, "I had to!"

Sam looks over at her and slaps her across the face. They look at each other for a second and burst out into a fit of laughter. When they had felt like they had enough, Sam got up and dusted himself off. He reached out a hand towards his opponent and her delicate but rough one took it. The moment they clasped, a surge went through them. Tears swelled in Amelia's eyes as she heard a beautiful symphony of soul come from the both of them. They must have been projecting it because even the crowd was in awe.

"Hey Sam. You wouldn't mind if… you know… became my partner, would you?" The tears started rushing down her face.

"Not at all." He shot a smile and pulled her into a hug, enjoying the moment of finally being accepted.

Normal Time

"I'm sorry." Sam let out a long breath as they continued to walk down the hall.

"Teeheehee, for what Sammy?"

"Calling you a bitch. When we got into that fight, I called you a bitch. I'm sorry Ame." (This is read as Ah-ME not ah-may or A-MI)

"Oh, Teeheehee! It's okay! I'm sorry for kicking you in the balls." She grabbed a hold of his arm. As they caught sight of a door at the end of the hallway Sam stops for a moment.

"Wait… you already said sorry for that."

"Oh I already know that. I was talking about last night when I was crawling into bed and I accidentally kneed you in the crotch. You remember don't you? You kicked me off the bed." Amelia walks ahead of him, opening the double doors.

Death the Kid stood in front of his mirror wearing his father's cloak. He turns and smiles at the meister weapon duo standing before him. He bows to them and looks back up.

"Death Scythe Samuel Calypso and Scythe Meister Amelia Fermata, thank you for taking time out of your lives to come back here. Now onto business."

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