Second chapter, sorry if this is slow, I need to get through a bit of characterization first for the prologues of this. And I'm trying to improve myself in some of my weaknesses.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything about Bleach or Soul Eater, and Gizmo is owned by a guy in Australia named Dylan.
Drake couldn't believe his meister, this was the fifth day straight he had to carry Gizmo's drunk ass home. He was carrying him bridal style, knowing that he would complain if he was carried in any other way. He worried about the poor bastard, but wondered why he kept drinking.
"Hmmm, wazzzat wrong Drake..." The one eyed man slurred. Drake sighed and continued on their way home. He stared at the grinning moon, seeing the crazed look in it's eye as it drooled blood from between the gaps of it's teeth. It's light, illuminating the streets. The cold breezed was doing nothing but slow his movements, making it a longer walk.
"Dammit... why did I forget my jacket...?" The white haired man scolded himself, he couldn't stand the cold. It wasn't good for his health, he would catch another cold. Then who would carry Gizmo back from the bar? Too caught up in his thoughts, Drake didn't notice that Gizmo was wrapping his arms around his neck. But when he did noticed, the blood rushed to his head.
"What the hell are you doing, you drunkard!?" He yelled, not caring if he woke anyone up. His meister nuzzled into his chest and moved his hands into the inside of Drake's shirt.
"You're warm..." He replied, his breath reeking of alcohol. The Chainsaw weapon felt his face burning from the embarrassment, but deep down he was loving the closeness.
"...Fuuuuuuck!" Drake cursed and began running through the winding streets of Death City. He had to get home quickly or he would give in to temptation. Little did he know, he beat his record of running a mile by two full minutes. Finally at the door step of his home, Drake fumbled for the keys in his pocket, he would have gotten them faster, but the constant cuddling done by his meister were destroying most of his concentration. But luck was on his side and he managed to open the door. The chainsaw cared less of his actions and tossed his meister onto the sofa they had in the living room. He breathed a sigh of relief, getting out of that mess.
"Finally!" He sat on a free spot on the sofa, resting his tired muscles and mind. He could hear Gizmo mumble, but he passed it off. Until the drunk black haired man grabbed his waist and continued his earlier actions.
"Shit!" Drake cursed, and to his horror, remembered the new roommates living upstairs. 'Hopefully they didn't hear me...' He then heard the sound of a bedroom door opening and light footsteps. 'Motherfucker!' He heard the footsteps get louder and continuing down the steps of the stairs. Ugh, this is going to look so bad! Wait!' Thinking quick, Drake shifted into his weapon form.
"What's with all the yelling...?" Roy rubbed his eyes as felt the walls for a light switch. After a couple seconds of searching, he found the light switch and blinded himself momentarily. After gaining his sight back from the light, he turned to see the drunk Gizmo holding a Chainsaw in a very affectionate way. The chainsaw blade was very long, with the chain being more of a silver color rather than a generic metallic chain. The handle was a bright blaze orange, making it very easily noticeable. Still feeling very tired, the fox passed it off as a weird hallucination and proceeded back up the stairs. After waiting a couple seconds, Drake reverted back to his human form and pried the one eyed man off of his torso.
"There are way too much close calls today..." He muttered and turned off the light to return back to his room.
The sun shined brightly in the sky, laughing casually and deep as it always has. Momo stretched from her bedside as she began to get ready for another day at school. She decided that she wanted to put her hair in a low ponytail today to go along with her new outfit. After finishing up her daily dress up routine, she proceeded out her bedroom to find that her weapon had made breakfast again. She always enjoyed the food Shuhei cooked, it always rivaled a gourmet chef's cooking. Before she could cut up her omelet, the peaceful morning was shattered by yelling by an all too familiar voice.
"You mean to tell me that I'm carrying you when you're not even hungover?!" The ballistic knife sighed.
"Okami and Kanso are arguing again..."
"Well, the day hasn't started until Gizums gets chewed out." Momo referred to the Chainsaw meister by his nickname, causing her own weapon to sigh again. The two ate while Drake continued his ambient yelling.
"I still don't understand how Kanso is able to swing that Chainsaw." Momo looked at Shuhei with a questionable look.
"Well the weight doesn't matter, you should know that." She replied after sipping some orange juice. "Don't you pay attention to the professor's lectures?"
"That depends, are you taking about Stein or Albarn?"
"Maka of course, the most we learn from Stein is the anatomy of any endangered species." She shivered thinking back to when he had dissected a Panda bear. "No matter the original weight of a weapon, as long as there is a mutual trust between the weapon and meister, the weapon could be as light as a feather." She explained, but Shuhei sent her a look.
"Exactly, how is it that those two are still able to resonate so well and be at each others' throats?"
"Because Drake lo-" The young meister stopped herself from spilling too much info. Out of all the things she promised to keep secret and accidentally revealed, this would be the only one she would managed to keep.
"He what?" The knife weapon looked away to think about the rest of the sentenced.
"Does Okami like being pushed around by Kanso?" Momo took in fresh air, having held her breath from the thought of Drake being discovered.
"Uh... Yeah, he's actually a... A Masochist! He loves being treated like dirt, but if Gizums knew that, it would be weird afterwards!" She lied, knowing that it was terrible and very unlikely. But luckily, her weapon didn't question it and ate in silence.
Outside, where the yelling had come from, Gizmo was chased up a tree in a park by his angered weapon. Gizmo had lied about having a hangover to have Drake carry him all the way up the many steps of the DWMA, including the walk to those steps. Roy and his father watched the strange antics of the two, having a mental debate on whether they should intervene or to let the two work out their problems with no outside help. They decided that it was best to ignore the possible fight and continue to school on their own.
"Can't believe it's gonna be our first day, I'm so excited." The fox couldn't stay still, he was shaking with joy.
"I don't get why I have to attend the classes as a student." Sajin added, complaining about being taught like many of the younger students.
"The academy states that all weapons and meisters need to attend class regardless of age. It's only after you graduate can you work as staff when you're pass the legal age." Roy explained, practically reciting word for word of the handbook.
"Since you know so much, how long until we can graduate?" The wolf asked, at the same moment, the two troubled partners ran past them in an alarming speed.
"Well there's the normal way, by being a student for four years. Then the way everyone strives for by becoming a three-star meister by finally making your weapon a Death Scythe. And there's by an accelerated program that is only available to students that are chosen to be part of Upper Classmen level, but that's only if you are extremely skilled." The wolf contemplated on the possible paths they could take.
"Then I guess you'll have to make room in your stomach, I'll get you all 99 kishin eggs and that witch's soul to make you a Death Scythe, although I'll miss wielding you as a Gun Blade." The fox chuckled.
"Death Scythe is just a term, I'll still be a Gun Blade, just stronger." The two walked up the steps in silence, this time Roy didn't complain, he was too full of energy that the stair climbing didn't burn out his stamina. At the top, they found Drake sitting on top of his meister's back.
"Drake, get off of me!" He complained, flailing his arms like a child. The Chainsaw huffed and stayed firm on his new seat.
"Wow, and I thought today would've been normal." A girl poke out, while sitting against the wall of the school. She seemed to glare at the two on the ground. The fox stared at her for a moment, taking in her dark hair and tough atmosphere that exuded from her.
"Whatever, Tatsuki." Gizmo seemed to growl back at her.
"Hey, not my fault you're weird." She crossed her arms and closed her eyes.
"What the fuck did you just say about me you little bitch?" The one eyed meister was getting infuriated despite not having a valid reason to be. Tatsuki sighed and looked back at him.
"I said, it's not my fault you're weird." She repeated herself with more confidence and strength in her tone. Gizmo had reached the end of his fuse and grabbed on to Drake. The Chainsaw knew that there was no arguing with his meister at this state he was in and obediently changed into his weapon form. With fire in his green eyes, the alcoholic yanked on the pull string to start up the two-stroke engine. The roar of the most infamous murder weapon echoed throughout the city, drowning out the holder of the weapon's stomping towards the girl that taunted him. Sajin and Roy watched in both horror and intrigued, wondering if the scene before them was routine.
"Academy rules state that all fights between the students must have a staff member to supervise the match, and my partner's not here yet." Tatsuki had replied to him, not letting any fear show despite having the revving chainsaw an inch away from her neck.
"Won't make a difference." He grinned sadistically.
"That was my line." She responded while getting up.
Sorry to end it there. But I now realized that I need to give Tatsuki a partner... but I don't want to give her a canon character as a partner, I'm not even sure what she is yet. Can't decide whether she should be weapon or meister. Well anyways, I hope I improved and such, see ya next time.