I walk down the cold street at night when it is dark and isolated. Every breath i take causes fog to appear before my lips. I can only hear my knee-high black leather boots clinking against the cobblestone road.
I wear a long black coat over my dark scarlet tank top. My bottom half is covered by my red and black laced stockings and short-shorts.
I turn to an ally way and look up to see a flat chested girl and a cool looking boy looking and talking into a window. I stare with shock and amusement as they keep on talking with out noticing me at all. The white haired cool boy happens to glance over and nudges the blond girl. She sees me and her eyes widen.
"Lord Death, we have to go now! We'll call back later! Bye!"
They turn away from the window and look at me. I stare back. What were they doing? Who's this Lord Death?
I sigh and give a small smile.
"Hey, sorry i interrupted you. Was it important?" I ask.
The blond girl grins at me. She holds out her hand.
"I'm Maka Albarn!" She says, ignoring my question.
I take her hand and shake it. She jerks her thumb at the boy.
"That's Soul Eater! Just call him Soul!"
Soul tsks and avoids eye contact. I study him carefully. His presence seems to tug at me... like the air around him is awfully familiar... kind of like my meister, Sohma.
But my meister died three years ago and i haven't found a new one ever since. I don't want to because each time i think about it i always tell myself no. It just makes me feel like i am replacing him.
"Hey, are you okay?" Maka asks, noticing my suddenly tensed up muscles.
I snap out of my thoughts and smile forcefully.
"Yeah, sorry. Um... just call me Doll Heart."
Soul looks at me and frowns.
"Are you... Doll Elizabeth Anna-Rose Talia Heart by any chance?" Maka questions.
My scarlet eyes widen. "How do you know my name?!"
Soul tsks. "So your that new weapon in DWMA. What weapon are you exactly?"
"I'm a scythe." I say.
"So is Soul!" Maka exclaims excitedly. "You two can be twins!"
"No way im being twins with this big chested scythe." Soul mutters.
I blush intensely when he calls me big chested. My boobs aren't that big! They're normal sized! But then i see Maka's flat chest and relax. He's probably not used to seeing girls with big boobs.
"Aw, don't be mean Soul! She does have big boobs but that doesn't mean you point it out!" Maka says, poking her tongue out at him. She looks away. "I am kinda jealous though." She mumbles.
By now my cheeks are the same colour as my eyes: dark red. My boobs seriously have to be the first thing they notice!
Maka sees my discomfort and takes my hand. "C'mon! Soul and I are going to find a witch called Blair! We just need her soul and then Soul is a death scythe!"
My eyes widen. "You've already eaten 99 souls?!"
Soul smirks. "Maka and i are a great pair."
I realize that a Maka is a meister and my lips form an O. Maka tugs my hand.
"Hey! We better go now or we'll never get to Blair!"
And so we find Blair the witch, get her soul, Soul Eater eats it, only to find out that Blair is actually a cat. All those souls those two got just went down the drain.
