We walk up the stairs to the DWMA, it was a short way from the houe to the academy we figured we walked also because it was a nice day. We arrived in front of the spikey abstract building awaiting our escort. I talked to Lord Death a couple of days ago about enrolling, it was a very awkward moment for us-me especially.
-Flashback-
"Are you sure you want to do this" Ataru asked for like the 6th time already. I mean I know he's looking out for me but god when someone says yes you leave it. I whip out the same answer a little bit of annoyedness in my voice, "Ataru," I stated blankly, "I know what I want, plus you'll finally get the chance to become a death scythe" I finished with a grin but lost it as soon as the words left my mouth " and destroy that filthy bastard that did this to us." I was getting heated, anger boilied inside me quick and before I knew it I felt a tingling sensation up and down my arm.
"China, calm down remember last time," he says while patting my forearm with his sweat-shirt sleeve, "You nearly burned down the kitchen." My breathing slowed as I took deep breaths like Ataru taught me to, and soon I was calmed down. My heritage, the Hurusaki family, family of flames we owned the name 'destruction'. I hate it when people judge you for your title and not for who you are and can be. " Thank you" was all I said before I got up off the floor and headed strait for my door. The faster I got this over with the faster I could forget it.
By now Ataru was in my room lying on the floor, waiting for me to call the headmaster of the academy. I sat in front of the mirror, palms sweaty, full of nervousness. The truth was I never liked to talk unless I was talking to Ataru, I was too shy and socially awkward. When I finally gathered enough courage I started to write the numbers on the fogged mirror. "42 42 564, whenever you want to knock on death's door" I said. The mirror started to ripple like water all across the mirror til my reflection was gone and instead showed the caroony headmaster.
"HEY HEY HEY HOW YA DOING WASSUP!" he yelled with enthusiasm. "Uh...Lord Death...sir-" I never talked to anyone, not in a long time anyway i was more nervous now because I was speaking to Lord Death himself. "No need to be nervous," he said i his cartoony grandpa voice,"We're all cool here!" and then threw up two peace signs on his huge hands which really weren't real. " You must be Chinatsu Hurusaki?" he said questioningly. 'How did he-' "I could tell by the tatoos on your forearm" I distinctively pull down some of my sleeve hiding some of my marked arm. "Yes, sir." I answer still looking down at my arm. "I knew your father, same ones" he reported.
My eyes shot up at the screen "How do you know my father?" I ask curious to as how he knew him. "We were great friends, we were very close." I listened to every word not loosing a single sound. He was silent for a moment before he spoke something that I would never forget ever in my life" I was even there...when you were born and there....at the scene of his death."What" I say barely above a whisper, my eyes widen in shock. Tears push forcefully at the back of my eyes ready to overflow and run down my cheeks
I suck up all pride I had to break the awkward silence. " Lord Death I called because I want to enroll into the DWMA with my weapon/partner Ataru Asuma" I'd been practicing to wipe emotion from my face long ago to save people pity and sorrowful looks. I look back at Ataru who was now sitting up behind me, head on my shoulder, whispering in my ear "you want to just lay down after this is over?" All I did was sit there mind blankly dumbfounded. "That's great! You start tomorrow i'll have an escort waiting out side when you arrive." He stated back in his cheerful mood. "Thank you" I say good bye and as the mirror ripple out I break. My body goes limp and my tears release in a constant flowing river down my cheeks. My body falls backward into Ataru who already had me in his arms bridal-style and was headed back to my room. He laid me down and climbed in after me. I bury myself in his side as he wraps one arm around me, using his free hand to stroke my hair.
