Chapter 2

"Its too quiet..." She sighed flipping her honey colored hair over her shoulders.

A girl about eighteen was wandering around the big manor where she and her younger sister lived. She seemed to be wandering around a lot lately, as well as wondering, with an odd chill of lonely-ness on her shoulders as she did so. She had her sister of course, who was the most bright and cheerful ADD person she knew, and Lord Death, the headmaster of the DWMA (an academy where she and her sister attended school) lived here with them. Though, she knew there wasn't enough people living in a manor this size.

The place needed to have more than three people living there. They needed someone else. No she needed someone else. She needed a meister.

The school she and her sister attended, Death Weapon Meister Academy located in Death City, wasn't an ordinary academy. There, they were taught to defend the world from kisin(spelled wrong). Creepy, ugly soul eating demons that had become corrupted with power. They were trained to collect these corrupt soul so they could become death scythes, the ultimate weapons of Lord Death himself.

She herself hated and dreaded the missions that she and her sister where sent on to kill these creatures. It was so scary! She shivered remembering the gory ness of not only the creature, but its victims.

Both her sister and herself were weapons and could switch off (either one being the handler), but that wasn't good enough. They needed a meister, a person that could connect with them and wheeled them properly as we'll as perfectly. Lord Death tried to help each of them to find that person, but they denied every single option. Knowing the person in question just wasn't right for them. There wasn't that resonance.

So again, she was wandering. Down a long hall towards the living room. As she entered, she found her cute sister sitting on the large black couch in front of the TV watching some cartoon about a human and a dog that were obsessed with adventures and being hero's. She only got that from her sister's excited rambles about the show.

The living room was perfect and precise. Symmetrical. Lord Death for some reason made the whole mansion symmetrical. Few knew why and she wasn't one of them. Her sister had made the conclusion that Death might maybe have OCD, but somehow she knew that wasn't the case. She would never understood it.

She looked around thoughtfully scanning the room, thinking about an old story, brought up by a certain silver haired friend. She shook her head. Her sister's short blonde hair bounced along her jaw line as she looked up from her colorful cartoon, at her older sister and smiled. Her huge sky blue eyes full of energy and joy.

"Hey sis! Whatcya thinking about?" She asked gleaming.

The girl forced a smile, "I was thinking about that story... About Shinigami-sama's son."

The younger looked at the older perplexed. "Shinigami-sama, has a son?"

"You haven't heard the rumors, Patty?" The girl questioned slightly surprised.

"Nope." Her sister suddenly bounded off the couch. "Tell me sis!"

She grinned at Patty's curiosity. "Okay."

"Yay!" Patty announced leading them both to the large black couch.

"Uh. Alright." She said as she sat down next to her sister. She was never good at stories. "Well there's several rumors about him."

"What happened to him? Why haven't we met him?" Patty spewed questions like an exam. "Where's he live if we live here?"

"Alright, alright. I'm getting to that." The older sister inhaled a bit annoyed and looked at her Patty. "Well, one of the rumors is that Lord Death never even had a son in the first place. That one in my opinion is the most believable."

Her sister nodded her golden hair flying everywhere and continued to listen.

"Then there's the rumor that his son died on a mission authorized by the academy." Her sister frowned at that.

"Remember these are all rumors so probably none of the are true."

Patty nodded again and smiled, "Okay sis!"

The girl shrugged. "Or the rumor that when he was younger, he suddenly just disappeared... Or ran away. Either way he was too young to have a chance of surviving on his own."

"Aw. That's sad." Her sister frowned.

The girl copied her sister's expression. "Yeah I guess, but relax. Shinigami-sama probably never even had a son in the first place. Its just a story."

"Okay~!" Her sister bubbled.

Then the girl grabbed the remote, obviously not interested in the stories any more. When the news channel caught the honeyed haired girl's bright blue eyes.

A younger woman with feathered black hair and striking blue eyes, outlined in thick eyeliner, sat behind a desk a black suit.

"-commonly known as 'The Devil of Brooklyn'." The woman finished her report, "Joining us on the matter now is chief officer, Jamie Grace. Officer, with all the murders going on in the Brooklyn area, do you think this 'Devil of Brooklyn' character is culprit?"

"Thank you, Tammy. And no I do not believe the murders and the crimes of this young man are connected. The man is only a thief, nothing else."

"If I may officer... Why is it that the police are having such trouble catching this young man?" Tammy continued which seemed to strike a nerve with the officer.

"The police are doing all they can to catch him, but he seems to be a couple steps ahead of us at the moment. I tell you he is like no other criminal Brooklyn has ever seen." Officer Grace deadpanned.

"And why do you say that?"

"It's like-..."

"You shouldn't watch the news. It gets people all worked up." Patty grabbed the remote and changed the channel.

"I don't understand, why are they making a big deal out of this. The police are going to catch him."

The girl told her sister

"I dunno, Liz." Patty said shrugging.

Elizabeth Thompson slowly stands up and sighs.

"Shinigami-sama's going to get back soon, but don't stay up too late alright?" She said starting towards her room.

"Okay sis!" Patty replied, "Night!"

"Night, Patty." Liz yawned before entering another hall that held her bedroom.

The noise of the TV faded as she walked toward her sanctuary. Again, the eeriness and emptiness of the house stuck to her skin like spider webs. She shivered, trying to shake off the feeling as she approached her door.

"Get a grip Liz." She mumbled, opening it to reveal her dim lit room.