I really need to write more. I sorry for anyone who has been waiting for this story. This chapter you get a look at another partnership. You know how there's Maka's team, Black Star's team, and Kid's team and they all join up. Well this is like that. I hope you like the characters!
"Soooooooooooo booooored." Sire complained in a monotone drawl as his head rested against the wall he was leaning against. He took a drag of his cigarette and blew out the smoke in the shape of a grim reaper face. "Isn't there anything to do?" He stretched out his long legs, pushing his jet black hair out of his yellow eyes.
Darrion looked up from his newest copy of JUG-ular, a magazine that showed off all of the hottest weapon and meister females in the field. He had just been ogling a brunette holding a gatling gun. She was wearing nothing but bikini-mail and it was making him salivate. But as his meister expressed his boredom he looked up. It was never good when Sire got bored. Last time he had he ended up blowing up a witch's house who then ended up trying to seek revenge. She almost killed Sire if his dad hadn't intervened. Thinking quickly he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"We could head over to the school and see the newbies? I bet there are a ton of hot little weapons just looking for an excuse to talk to the future Shinigami." Mainly Darrion wanted to go check out the hot girls, but he knew that Sire would be more interested in the weapons that might one day become his Death Scythes.
Exhaling another puff of smoke Sire shrugged. "Guess that's something." He said offhandedly as he put out his half smoked cigarette. Slowly he got off the wall and started walking from Gallow's Manor towards the DWMA. Darrion gave himself one last look at the centerfold then dashed off after his meister. "Maybe there will be some good ones this year." He commented as he caught up.
It took a moment before Sire said anything, then muttered, "I hope so. We're going to need all the help we can get." Sire often said ominous stuff like this, Darrion had gotten used to it by now. The young Shinigami had a very small amount of psychic powers. It was only useful when something bad was going to happen and a lot of the time he wasn't even aware that he had said anything. They walked in silence until they got to the steps of the Death Weapon Meister Academy.
The stairs and courtyard were full young students all looking for the right partner for them. For some it was instinct, other's it was just dumb luck. Either way everyone found someone eventually. "Looks like a lot more people than last year." Darrion commented scanning the crowd. "You know why they're letting more in?" He turned to Sire.
"How should I know?" Sire sighed also scanning the crowd. "Dad doesn't tell me shit. It's a trait for Shinigami not to tell their offspring important stuff." His eyes stopped on a boy with blue hair for a second then moved on. "His dad didn't tell him important crap and neither does my dad." He said this all in a matter-of-fact tone, which was mildly sad. "Come this way." Sire said as he started walking through the crowd.
Sire didn't move between people, he just pushed them aside. Darrion apologized as he followed after him, sometimes twice to the pretty ladies. Finally they stopped in a hallway where there was an impromptu fight going on. It looked like a guy with a gun and a girl with a REALLY big sword. "Who do you think will win?" Sire questioned as he knowingly crossed his arms.
It was only just beginning but it looked like the boy was going to win. But considering Sire had asked the question with that smug way that he does when he knows that the outcome will be more than it appears. So Darrion watched closer, then he saw it. The girl with the sword was feigning that the distance was an issue. Sure enough she closed the distance and made his range attack pointless.
The fight was over quickly. The big sword turned into … a pretty short girl. It made Darrion feel mildly inadequate. The crowd that had stayed to watch the fight started to depart. It also looked like the two girls who had just fought were teaming up. Darrion tried really hard not to think of that in a sexual way … and failed.
Darrion turned to Sire to say something only to find him gone. He looked around and quickly saw him approaching the two winners. "Gods, not again!" He fussed as he made his way to his meister's side.
He caught up fast enough to hear him say, "Nice fight."
The sword girl scoffed. "That was hardly a fight." She pompously announced as she pushed some hair behind her shoulder. "It was more like dealing with a bawling child." She looked smug, it was obvious that she thought that she was hot shit. But Darrion knew, as a weapon himself, that a weapon was nothing without the right meister. Speaking of which the meister who had been fighting with her wasn't talking much. She had her hands behind her back and was watching the interaction like it was an interesting tv show.
Turning his attention to the weapon. "I was just offering you praise." Sire said. Darrion could tell that he was a little peeved. Not many people dared talk down to him.
The weapon rolled her eyes. "Well thank you for pointing out that the sky is blue." She said sarcastically.
Sire's temper was running thin. "I could make the sky purple if I so wished it!" He didn't exactly yell, but his voice filled the corridor. Darrion thought now would be a good time to step in.
Stepping between the two Darrion looked down at the girl. "Listen sweetheart, I don't think you know who you're talking to. This is Sire Death, son of Lord Death." Usually people started to treat him with a little respect when his name was brought up. However this time it had the opposite effect.
The girl tilted her head to the side and slightly glared at Sire. "Oh I get it, you're here to check out all the weapons that might make it to Death Scythe." Bingo. "Well I'll make it, you'll see."
Thinking that the girl was on his side now Sire's mood had calmed down. He looked over at the Meister girl instead. "That has a great deal to do with your partner. You didn't pick a very strong one. You might not make it."
The short girl suddenly got very angry. "Hey! Don't insult Becks! She might be a little rough right now, but she has the heart of a warrior!" Darrion looked over at the girl, Becks, who still wasn't talking. "What she doesn't know now she'll learn, because she doesn't give up! You've probably never had to deal with going through training and dealing with this stuff! So don't you DARE look down on us!" She put her hands on her hips, feet slightly apart, and stood tall. "I'll be the best Death Scythe ever! Just you watch!."
Darrion looked nervously over at Sire. He didn't take well to being yelled at or insulted. But surprisingly his face was very calm. "What are your two's names again?"
Glaring at him the weapon refused to answer. The Meister finally opened her mouth. "Oh how rude of us. I'm Rebecca Stein and this is my weapon partner Victoria Excalibur. It's very nice to meet you both." She said with a slight bow of her head. Darrion stared at her, she was a little off wasn't she?
Sire however was looking at Rebecca with new interest. He turned his head to Darrion. "Transform." He instructed.
"What?" Darrion said taken aback. "Why?"
"Just do it." Sire said a little exasperated. Darrion nodded and turned into a large black scythe with a silver blade. Sire caught him then held the weapon out to Rebecca. "Would you be so kind as to hold this for me?" He asked the meister.
Darrion looked up at Sire. What are you doing? You know that not many people can hold me! I usually burn people's hands till they can't be used or best case scenario I'm too heavy and they drop me! But Sire didn't seem to be listening. He held the scythe out to Rebecca.
Slowly Rebecca reached out for the scythe. When she touched it, it didn't burn her hand, neither did she drop it. Instead she swung it around like a professional scythe wielder. Darrion was very impressed. "The balance is a little off in the handle." Rebecca said thoughtfully.
Hey! My balance is perfect! Darrion protested.
Rebecca giggled and with a bright smile said, "My mistake." Darrion turned back into his human form and looked at Rebecca like she was an alien, who just smiled back.
"Interesting," Sire mumbled then turned to Darrion. "Come with me." He started stalking off and Darrion followed quickly behind.
After they went through a few hallways without stopping Darrion asked, "Where are we going?"
"To see my father." Sire said with no emotion in his voice.
Shocked Darrion stopped. "You're not going to get them thrown out are you? Just because that Victoria girl insulted you?!" Sire didn't answer, he just kept moving on. Darrion caught up to him and soon they were at the Death Room.
Not even knocking, Sire entered. In silence they walked down a row of guillotines until they reached the central platform. "Father." Sire said looking up at Lord Death.
Lord Death didn't look like much, but he was much more powerful then he appeared. He was formally Death the Kid until his father retired and he took up the title. He had his two Death Scythes with him, Liz and Patty. Darrion was pretty sure one of the hot babes were Sire's mother, but he never did ask which. Liz was filing her nails and Patty was reading a book about unicorns.
Turning around Lord Death looked down at his son and weapon. "I didn't invite you here, so I'm guessing you have something to talk to me about."
Still with no emotion Sire looked up at his father. "Victoria Excalibur and Rebecca Stein just teamed up." He informed his father. Lord Death nodded. "What class will they be put in?"
"The New Moon Class." Lord Death stated plainly.
Sire looked down thinking. "The class for those with great untapped potential." His head then snapped up as he looked his father in the face. "Enroll myself and Darrion in that class as well."
"What?!" Darrion and Lord Death said in unison. Liz and Patty didn't seem to be paying attention. "Are you seriously letting what that girl said get to you?!" Darrion asked.
Sire ignored both of them and looked at his father with the same blank expression. "You joined the school to better learn to control your abilities and ended up helping saving the world."
"I joined the school because my father was very secretive and didn't tell me anything." Lord Death corrected.
Glaring up at him Sire snapped, "Then we have something in common." The room was quiet for a moment. "Put me in the class." Sire demanded.
With a sigh Lord Death turned to his mirror. "Even if I enrolled you in the school it would be absurd to put you in the New Moon class. You belong in the Full Moon class at least. Though I'd probably put you in the Full Eclipse class."
"I want to be in the New Moon class." Sire emphasised every single word. "That class only."
Lord Death shook his head. "Out of the question." Darrion glanced sideways at Sire and was afraid when he did. He knew that look. It was the same look he got whenever he was willing to kill to get what he wanted. Almost too calmly Sire turned and walked off the platform and up to a cross that was sticking in the ground. Then looking directly at his father he kicked it over. "What are you doing!?" Lord Death yelled transforming instantly into his human self. "Do you know how many years it took to make sure all of those crosses were lined up perfectly!?"
Not seeming to care Sire walked to another one and still looking at his father with a deadpan face kicked over another. Lord Death fell to his knees clutching at his hair. "I can do this all day old man." Sire warned kicking the already dead cross away from it's original position causing it to knock into another cross which tilted.
"Alright! ALRIGHT!" Lord Death conceded. "I'll put you in the New Moon class!"
Sire stopped mid kick and turned to smile mockingly at his father. "Thank you." Then without another word turned to leave.
Before Darrion could get three steps away Patty came over to him and smiled. Man what a rack! "You're lucky! Tanya and her partner are going to be in the New Moon Class too!"
"Great!" Darrion said actually meaning it. "I get to mess with my niece!"