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"Sajin's not here again...?" The dark haired woman asked, looking over at the empty seats that belonged to the father and son. It was the fifth time the wolf skipped his classes. From what she heard from Stein, he was determined to materialize his Wavelength to something more lethal.
"Yeah, why are you so concern?" The raven haired man replied with another question.
"He's seems to be bottling up his emotions, and that's never good." Momo took a look at the assignment at hand. An essay on the reason for the DWMA's existence. 'This will only take me a few minutes.'
True to her word, the young woman began to scrape her pencil's lead across the lines of her paper, easily writing each word that came to mind on the subject of the academy's purpose. The whole three page essay finished with more than half of class left to spend.
"Professor Stein, I'm finished already, may I leave the academy for a moment?" The stitched up man sighed and waved her off.
"Go ahead, you won't learn anything if you just stay in the classroom."
"Thank you, professor." The dark haired woman gathered most of her belongings, wished her weapon luck on writing his own essay and passed by Stein on her way out.
"Make sure to tell him that exhausting himself won't help him achieve what he's seeking." Momo nodded and understood that her teacher knew exactly where she was heading.
Keep going like this, pup, and you'll surely die.
It had already been less than a week since leaving, over the period of that time the fox slowly lost the desire to take care of himself. He had fallen countless, sustained many small wounds that would still be fatal if not dressed and protected properly, and deprived of water and food. He only wanted it to end, and by continuing on in his horrible state, his wish would be granted.
"I just don't fucking care anymore..." He muttered to himself. His stomach was beyond empty and his mouth begged for any kind of liquid to quench himself. But Mind disobeyed Body and forced it to move on. Roy was basically limping at this point, his muscles sore from constant travel and lack of energy to fuel them. But his sheer willpower kept his legs from giving out.
After emerging from the forest, the young fox could see the blue sky, a few more mountainsides and the edge of a cliff. Without breaking his pace, Roy made his way to the cliff. His senses were shutting down, as was the his own mind.
"My wish is granted..." He sighed as he overlooked the edge, eyes closing and body falling limp. Last feeling he could comprehend was the feeling of a breeze flowing through his hair, coat, and fingers.
You won't die this easily, Roy.
"Gizmo, how come you never speak to me anymore...?" The white haired young man asked, since the time of the little drunken antics, the one eyed meister had been distancing himself from Drake. The black haired man sighed and continued to work, which was how the Chainsaw knew he was choosing to ignore him, Kanso never did his work. "I understand then."
"No you don't." The wavy black haired man replied. "You think you understand the present situation at hand, yet it's only your own assumption. You're not trying to find the truth in all this, you're taking the first thing that pops in your head and claiming it true."
Brown eyes widened in fear, never before in their entire partnership has Gizmo shown this intellectual and serious side. The sudden change in demeanor was frightening the weapon. But all the same, he was still the same man person, and that kept him calm somehow.
"How... How are you so smart right now...?"
"I'm not smart, I just know how your mind works, a great meister can tell what their weapon is thinking, it's also supposed to work vice versa, but I can tell where I stand from your point of view." After being verbally insulted, the white haired man slammed his palms into the desk and stood up.
"That's it, we're fighting right now!" Upon hearing the outburst, all the classmates stared at the two, including the instructor teaching at the moment.
"Perfect, a fight! Been waiting to see one amongst my students." A twisted grin formed on the instructors face, his helper.
"Kenpachi, it's an unfair match seeing as one is a weapon and the other being a defenseless meister, not to mention they are each others' partners." A man with seeming endless glare added, carrying a case of many swords bundled up into a large set reaching over 100.
"Then let the bastard use one of your swords, you got more than enough to spare, Mifune." Mifune reluctantly complied and tossed one of his many blades at the green eyed meister.
"Take your positions at the center of class and try not to die too fast!" Gizmo picked up the sword and tested it's weight. Being a regular steel sword, it was not light as a feather and could be easily moved like a weapon partner, and to add more salt to the wounds, a sword was not his best weapon of choice. The black haired man preferred the chainsaw seeing as it's ripcord and handles could be used in various ways as opposed to a single handle sword. Not to mention the blade itself only being able to cut in one direction, while his chainsaw ripped apart anything that touched the revolving chain. But seeing as he knew his opponent more than anyone else, he would still have an edge in the battle.
He could tell in the brown eyes of his weapon that Drake was not confident in his fighting capabilities. He knew that the Chainsaw could use his chains around his body, but Drake was not Giriko. He had little experience fighting by himself and even less knowledge on how to properly use his chains.
With a nod from both partners, the fight was officially started, though each stared each other down, refusing to break eye contact. Having had enough with the wait, Drake began to summon the chain as a sliver light wrapped around his right arm. After a brighter flash, the white haired man gripped a whip made up of metal with the bladed spikes at regular intervals lining it. Without a moment's worry, Drake lashed the whip with difficulty and uncertainty, making it an easy evasion for the meister.
After sidestepping to dodge the chain whip, Gizmo took the sword in hand and managed to wrap the whip around the blade, pulling with all his weight to bring the weapon to him, stabbing the blade down into the ground in the process. Right when the white haired man was in range, the black haired meister lifted up his foot and slammed the sole of his boot into his face. The chain faded away and Drake remained on the ground.
"It's over already!? I wanted to some blood!" Kenpachi fumed at the sudden end to the hyped up fight. Without warning, Gizmo picked up his weapon and began to walk out of the classroom. Neither Mifune or Kenpachi tried to stop Kanso from leaving, already allowing the meister ditch to tend to his weapon.
Reaching the wooded area outside of Death City, Momo began to search for any signs of the wolf she worried about. Though it was difficult to locate his exact position due to the rushing breeze drowning out most sounds. But sure enough, after wandering aimlessly for minutes on end, the young woman found Sajin seated against a tree, left hand clutching the wrist of the right arm. Holding said arm out and focusing his attention to it.
"Sajin?"
Upon hearing a voice call out his name, the wolf opened his golden eyes and stared at Momo.
"Hello Miss Hinamori, may I ask why you are looking for me?" Sajin stayed in his seated position, which helped the dark haired woman make eye contact without having to look up.
"I was worried about you, how long have you been here?"
The wolf scratched the back of his ear and stared at the sky, specifically the position of the Gasping Sun. "Over 15 hours."
"This isn't healthy, Stein even told me that exhausting yourself won't get you any closer to getting stronger, there's a limit and if you keep stretching it, you're not improving at all."
Sajin stayed silent and lowered his gaze towards the dirt and grass that decorated the small forest floor. Before the wolf could argue back, the young woman continued on with her scolding. "You also shouldn't hold everything in and shut everyone out, we're your friends and we would help you through anything! Don't think that just because you're appearance isn't like us means that we won't help you. You're our friend and that's what matters."
Astonished by her words, and her sudden hug over his bulky frame, the wolf never realized that the others didn't quite see him as the monster he saw himself as. "Now let's go into the city, I need to get you something to eat."
"Thank you Miss Hinamori..."
"Ey, wake up." A voice called out. It was very distant at first but slowly ringing louder. "C'mon man, don't quit on me."
Opening his for a second to be blinded by the sunlight, the fox winced at the sudden pain. "Man you were so close, think ya can open 'em up again?"
'Why are you taking this as a joke?' Roy wanted to ask, but he found that his voice was MIA at the moment. After a few tears helped cleanse his eyes and soften the burning sensation. Roy opened them up again and watched his vision focus from a blur to a man staring at him, inches away from his face.
"Well g'mornin' there buddy, sleep well?" He held a toothy grin that seemed very unfitting for the moment. His facial features segusted that he was in his mid-twenties, seeing as he had a slight beard growing on his face, along with a few scars that made him appear threatening, but the warm goofy smile said otherwise. His hair draping over his face and sharing the same color shade as the fox.
"What...?" His blue flashed a bit of curiosity but quickly reflected a realization.
"Oh, sorry 'bout that, mah name's Keith, I just saved ya from drownin'. I cannot believe what I saw though, I was jus' fishin', mindin' mah own business, when alluvasudden I see yew fallin' head first into the river." The man's way of speaking held that Southern Drawl that threw Roy off seeing as he was nowhere near the southern states. "So I just toss mah fishin' rod to the side an' went after yew. I had to perform mouth-to-mouth, but you were fine afterwards since yer lookin' at me right now with a dumb lookin' face."
Roy couldn't help but be awestruck and speechless. 'I think I'm in Hell.'
Don't be stupid pup, the only Hell that exists is in your head. Also, hoped you enjoyed your first kiss being unconscious.
'Wait, what!?' The Kitsune's words finally clicked when he went back to what Keith had said in his long winded story. The redneck performed mouth-to-mouth, so of course lips touched. Roy immediately felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment only wishing that the fall had killed him. Which really puzzled him as to how he survived that fall since he landed head first into the water. A fall like that would've snapped his neck. But the first kiss thought was returning back to his mind and it made forming a coherent sentence or thought impossible.
"So ya got a place to stay?"
The fox was snapped at his nonexistent thoughts by the question he was just asked, but he stayed silent as he realized that this man had seen his ears and tail. Or possibly not if the Deceiving Eyes stayed in effect even after losing conscious.
They don't.
'Fuck!'
"Imma take your silence as a no, don't worry, I'll give ya a place ta stay, c'mon an' follow me to mah truck." Again, the fox was lost for words. Keith was incredibly nice, though a bit too goofy, and still remains kind when the boy he saved is a freak. "So what's yer name?' He asked as he helped the young fox up.
"Roy..."
Holy Shit, I actually updated this. Ok, had a slight writer's block on it, but I think I killed it with a rusty spoon. But I blame Fire Emblem for eating up most of my time... I JUST CAN'T PUT THE GAME DOWN! I LOVE RAVEN TOO MUCH! Anyways, hope ya enjoyed the chapter... sorry if it seems... I don't know, I'm just sorry for anything at this point.