Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater! I only own my OC's, Jamie Elliot, Mark Jennifer (I've always owned him, I just forgot to claim him.) and Raissa Bel Garnaeu-Olive.
Sorry I was gone so long. Three chapters for you!
Oh and sorry! Last chapters translation means: "Home of Angels" NOW you know why she thinks they are narcissistic!
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3. An Idiot Meister's Guide To Getting To Know Your Weapon
Hiro found his sitting next to Raissa to be highly awkward, he liked it better when Excalibur was there. Well, minus the sneezing. Then the blond newly-acquiring-of-a-weapon meister thought of something, maybe, just maybe he should try to get through to her somehow.
Getting up and away from the very silent white-blond who appeared to be locked in her own head, Hiro raced to his room and sorted through a whole bunch of books with a whole mess of titles. "Your Weapon & You." "Is Your Weapon Your Soulmate?" and several other ridiculous volumes about weapons that Hiro almost thought he'd never get to use.
He twittered with glee at the books new purposes.
Finally, the blond-meister pulled out a yellow and black striped book that in bold letters on the front said:
"An Idiot Meister's Guide To Getting To Know Your Weapon."
By Teresa A.
Hiro piped with glee, he had found it. Now he could communicate with Raissa. Far from gingerly, the ecstatic Hiro flipped open to the very first chapter.
1. Congrats & First Steps
Congrats! You are now an official meister!
Hiro smiled to himself, and then continued on.
This means that now, you have 99 kishin eggs and 1 witch soul to go until you can make a Death Scythe for Shinigami-sama. This cannot be done however, without the proper meister-weapon relationship.
Here's what you do to begin:
- Ask where they are from, what they like to eat/drink. Hobbies, and etc.
Hiro rolled up the white sleeve of his dress shirt and used a blue ink pen to write that down on his arm. Then turned his intent gaze back on the book, flipping the page.
- Ask them out to fun trips! (They don't have to be dates, you can just be friends. Unless your weapon takes it too seriously.)
- Train often, so your soul resonance will not be one of the problems.
Hiro ran out of space on his arm, and glanced over the others tips on the list. "This will have to do." swallowed Hiro, pushing down his sleeve, careful not to blot out the ink. He rose to his feet and slowly left his room, seeing Raissa still staring dead-eyed at the TV.
Hiro felt a slight pang when he recognized the look of loneliness plaguing the girl in front of him. He had been like that, everyday the first year at the DWMA, that was going to change on the 2nd year, thanks to her. He was going to make sure that she felt at home. So, mustering his courage, the boy squeaked out:
"H-hey Raissa?"
The French maid came to life, her ice blue eyes regaining a sparkle. "Uh, yes? Hiro?" she asked. Hiro shuffled his feet and then swallowed again, before he could lose all nerve, he had no idea why he was so nervous. Maybe he just didn't expect to get such a pretty girl for a weapon. The boy quickly brushed up his sleeve and then "Where were you born?" he blurted.
Raissa rose her eyebrow a little bit, and the new meister was afraid that the pompous princess would tear him a new one for being weird. But then she laughed and smiled at him, "Why do you want to know?" she asked, not unkindly, but a little bluntly. Amusement clear in her voice.
"I just thought. . . Well you looked lonely. So I thought we should get to know each other." Hiro put honestly, afraid of his sudden boldness. He hadn't been like that since Excalibur. Raissa eyes sparkled for a bit with shock and hope, Hiro was shocked as well, he didn't know why he saw such emotions in the French fry's eyes.
"I was born in Rouen, France. A little city just outside of Paris."
Hiro smiled and sat next to her, as she asked him the same question.
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Yeah, I know. Build-up chapters = Eh. But you gotta do them! Or the story is basically beginning, pairing, end. That's no fun though!
One last disclaimer, I do not own Rouen, France.