The sun shines a deep shade of amber, radiating its gaze upon the city, illuminating the tops of the school and casting its shadow on the grounds below. I patiently stand here cranking my screw as I idly wobble in the evening winds, waiting for the after-school assignment Lord Death has instructed me to do. He had requested that I teach a small group of students to resonate as a team; working off each other's wavelength, but I don't much care for that aspect. The aspect I care about is Death the Kid who is part of the group I got assigned to. This will make it much easier to gather data on my subject - that is most certainly true. Much more accurate data that would be gathered by simply staring at him in class. This little assignment gives me an excuse to inspect him closely without seeming too out of place.
Before I can finish the thought process he appears with those delinquent pistol sisters, surprising they could handle Kid's obsessive personality. I thought they'd be driven mad but quite the opposite; they work well with it despite a few questionable interactions from what I have read on them. But it may just be blind loyalty from being saved from a life on the streets and given security of a nice warm home...
Humans are so dutiful. Hehehe.
The rest of the students steadily make haste. First being Maka and Soul. A peculiar pair with their own faults and weakness. Next is "look down and praise the mighty Black Star he who shall Transcend god himself" that little shit, Black Star. He annoys me beyond comprehension but he proves to have interesting abilities and a strong soul resonance. I would love to dissect him, though I doubt Lord Death would like that. It truly is a miracle his partner stays with him despite his severe narcissism. Okay, time to assume my false personality.
"Good afternoon class" I state, tilting my head to the right, twisting my screw as I did so just to see the uneasy looks of the students. But Kid showed nothing but boredom. Can't use that tactic now, can I? Making them uneasy makes it easier to observe them without them corrupting any data that may ruin my inductions.
"Now class, Lord Death has assigned me to teach you to work together and resonate as a team,"
(Time skip after Training Scene)
Soul resonance went well as could be expected as a group, although Maka clearly is the weak link within the group with her small soul but with that stubborn determination both her and her father share, she pushed through the hardship to better herself and succeed within that group.
So strange to push oneself for friends, it's pretty moronic at that certainly a weakness that can be taken advantage of. Unfittingly Kid does not possess this trait which means getting close to him through this angle will not work. Further research is required that most certainly is true.
As the moon rises, I gather my things from the class including my darling chair. I push myself out the school and down the stairs, wishing they would have a flat section; it's becoming quite the pain in my back and breaking my chair slightly on the steps but I keep rolling towards my lab.
I light a fag and stared off into nothingness. "My dear subject has no exploitable weakness to become closer to him. Well at least without suspicion," I inhale then stop, dropping the cigarette out my mouth "That's it!"
A loud maddening laugh fills the silent hallways. His weakness, it was staring me in the face all along! That will be how I get close to him. His little vulnerability.