Lord Death bounced up and down in excitement at the prospect of a new student at the Academy, his black cloak moving very little and his cartoon-like skull mask covering his face. It wasn't the fact he could gain a new student that excited him, he gets a ton of those every year, it was the fact that this one could use the Keyblade… something he had waited his very long life to see in person.
"I don't understand this, she's a fictional character. How could she possibly be here?" Maka asked no one in particular, her mood very different from Lord Death's as she stared at the floor in confusion.
"It's very simple; she's not a fictional character. She's as real as you and I, Maka." Lord Death replied, his voice sounding extremely joyful – a very odd thing since he's a Grim Reaper.
"She is? How?" Soul questioned Lord Death's response, just as confused as his Meister.
"She exists. You see, there are more worlds and universes than our own. There are thousands of them and all of them are connected by invisible ties. Some people, like Aiko, have found ways to travel to the different worlds and in most cases these people do their best to help these worlds and protect them from disaster. The majority of these world explorers are chosen weilders of the Keyblade, a magical weapon that can unlock nearly anything and use magic… it also looks like a giant key, which I find rather amusing!" Lord Death tilted his head as he continued, "however, there are a few world explorers who do not try to protect the worlds. They follow the other explorers; taking thorough notes on their journey like advanced stalkers and then take their records to worlds that have no knowledge of any of these people. They then use their notes to make cartoons or shows based on their adventures while claiming it to be fiction. Those people get a lot of money and the world remains oblivious to the fact their heroes actually exist."
"So this Aiko person is just another victim of clever plagiarism?" A boy asked, stepping out from behind the giant mirror in the middle of the room. His eyes were yellow, becoming more golden as it got closer to his pupils, his hair being short and all black with the exception of three white lines on the left side, each line stopping in the exact center of the front and back of his head. Behind him stood two girls of different heights, the taller one with longer hair than the shorter one and both having blue eyes and blonde hair.
"That's about it! It's possible whoever made the series is still stalking her today for more plot-lines." Lord Death said, clapping his two extremely large hands together for no reason, "Speaking of Aiko, how is she?"
"She's still unconscious, Nygus says she'll be alright… but there is a high chance she'll suffer from extreme amnesia for a while," Soul calmly replied, hiding his disappointment.
"Aiko's going to need a place to stay until she recovers. She could stay at the Academy, but I'm not sure how comfortable she'd be living here. Although Crona probably wouldn't mind a neighbor, wouldn't you, Crona?" Lord Death practically sang out the last part as he turned to a boy with short, light pink hair.
"I-I guess; but I still don't know how to d-deal with people." Crona responded as he held his right arm nervously. He suddenly held his head and screamed a bit in pain as a black creature revealed itself through his back.
"Hey! Can she cook well? If she can, I wouldn't mind having her as a neighbor!" The black creature excitedly spoke up, placing his white hands over Crona's head. His eyes, that are more like white circles with black X's in them looked at Lord Death as if hoping the person they're talking about is exactly how he wishes she'd be.
"According to the show she's in, she is a good cook." Soul answered as the creature immediately got so excited he started poking Crona's face.
"Ow! Ragnarok, stop it! I don't know how to deal with the poking, it hurts!" Crona begged as he tried to push Ragnarok's hands away from his pale face. Ragnarok merely stopped for a moment before poking Crona some more.
"Oh, Kid." Lord Death turned to the yellow eyed boy, who is in fact his son, Death the Kid. "Perhaps you would like to go see Aiko yourself, you just might like her."
"Alright, father," Kid sighed, "Liz, Patty, time to go." He walked out of the Death Room with the two girls, Liz and Patty Thompson, right behind him. Soul watched the threesome leave knowing exactly what Lord Death was doing, he was playing matchmaker again.
"Aiko! Where are you?" Sora shouted, desperately trying to find his missing friend in a jungle. "I know you're not dead, you couldn't possibly be dead right now!"
"Just face the facts, Sora," Riku sighed finding his friend's actions very difficult to watch, "there's no way she could have survived an attack like that." He immediately ducked under the bushes, pulling Sora down with him at the sound of Xelysha's laughter as she flew over them. "That darn witch," he grumbled under his breath, finding himself growing to hate the black haired girl more and more.
"Liz! Patty! Look! She is," Kid nearly grinned while looking the unconscious Aiko over, "perfectly symmetrical in every way! She's the very image of perfection!"
"Oh great, here we go again," Liz muttered, not amused by Kid's outburst. Patty immediately started laughing and poking Aiko's face.
"She's so out of it!" Patty laughed.