Authors Note: I feel absolutely horrible now! I didn't realize it's been almost two years since I last wrote anything and that anyone was even reading this. The email address I'm using for this site is a secondary one and I haven't checked it in forever, so when I did and found a review waiting for me I got really excited. It makes me want to write again. Thank you. For anyone still waiting out there, thank you for not giving up on me, though most of you probably have. I can't blame you, I'm terrible at keeping track of things, even amazing ones such as this.
Kari bounded up the steps the next morning, why there had to be so many was a mystery to her. She was excited to meet her new weapon and a little bit apprehensive. What if their souls were incompatible? What if he just didn't like her? A lot of people didn't like her. It might have something to do with the way her brain worked. Someone could just say the word noodles and her mind goes off thinking about giant space worms bent on destroying cheese. This is what happens when she relaxes, she gets weird.
Before she knew it she was walking down the guillotine hall and could see the blurred shape of Uncle Shinigami. Kari thought about turning back, but they would already know she was there. Stupid soul sensing uncle. Well at least now she couldn't back out. Especially now that her feet had carried her up onto the little platform where a table was set for tea for three (couldn't resist). The third of their party was just as his file had described, snow white hair, red eyes, and pointy teeth. He actually looked just like the defensive weapon she'd met the other day. It was mentioned that he had a twin. By the name of Soul.
"So Ghost, do you know that your twin is here?", Kari asked bluntly. Better to get the problematic questions out of the way.
"I figured as much", was his only reply.
"Will that be a problem?", Shinigami asked.
"I don't see why it would be", Ghost seemed to be a very laid back kind of person. Everything about him was calm and relaxed, except for his eyes. They were quick and alert. Good.
"Alright, before you two get to be such great friends, let's see if your souls can cooperate. Wouldn't want all these niceties to be for nothing." Shinigami was bouncing where he stood, he seemed way too excited for this.
With a shrug of consent, Ghost blurred into a haze of purple light and shifted into a majestic scythe. It had a black blade with the base and staff wrapped in bandages and chains. It twirled in her hands easily and without effort. Until she thought that. The slightest slip caused Ghost to flip way to the left and lodge almost 3 inches into the ground. He phased back and yanked his hoodie sleeve out of the crack. Kari backed away, he didn't look happy.
"Could use some work, but not too bad." He wasn't mad. . . She had ruined it and he wasn't mad. Was he hiding it because her uncle was there or did he really think nothing of it?
"Well your souls seem to be in order", speak of the Death God, "so you are now officially partners!"
Authors Note: I know it's short and can't nearly make up for two years, but this is to tide you over until I get down to the real writing. Which should be this weekend.