A Mermaid's and a Vampire's Soul

CH. 1

CHAPTER ONE!

I sigh. It's mine and my weapon, Jima's, first day at Death Weapon Meister Acdamy. The reason I'm sighing is because I CANNOT find Lord Death's office. Screw this, I may as well leave!

"Are you lost, girls?" A male's voice questions.

"Uhm, ye-" I turn around and scream. There is a MOTHER FRIKING ZOMBIE BEHIND ME.

"OH MY GAWD ITS A ZAWMBIE!!!!" Jima yells.

The zawmbie, NO- ZOMBIE, sighs and facepalms. "I'm guessing you're the new students in Crecent Moon class, Alyssa and Jima, right?"

I yelp and hide behind Jima. "How do I know you're not going to, like, eat my brain or something?!""Yes, we are. Please excuse my meister's skittishness and, y'know, not trusting you at all."

"I'm Sid, let me bring you both to Lord Death's office." The zom-NO, his name is Sid, states.

By the time Jima and I have begun to follow, he's already halfway down the hall. He leads the two of us down like a bunch of hallways to a door that is clearly labelled 'LORD DEATH'S OFFICE'.

"Alyssa... we passed this door like fifteen times while searching, and neither of us read the mother frikin sign!" Jima whisper-yells, which is basically talking normal but like it's also yelling at the same time.

Sid chuckles and facepalms before opening the door for us to enter. Jima has to literally DRAG ME in. She lets go of me once we're in front of Lord Death and his mirror thingie.

'HEY HEY HEY WASSUP?" Lord Death says in his incredibly comical voice. I can see his son, the shinigami, and his two guns being very symmetrical off to the side. THE SHINIGAMI'S HAIR IRRITATES ME!!!!!!! IT'S ASYMMETRICAL!!!!! But it's also very AWEZOME ZAUCE!~~~~!!!! I'm bipolar..It stinks, but I love it! (not really, I just think one thing but also the exact opposite) I am snapped out of my mind-palace thingie (A/N anybody understand that reference?) by Jima pinching me.

"OW!" I complain.

"Lord Death wanted to know whether you are the weapon or the meister." Jima hisses in my ear.

"Oh, yeah sorry, Jima's my weapon. She's a gun that shoots poisoned butter knives or silver bullets that don't need to be refilled." I mutter in response.

"Can you transform for me?" Lord Death questions, his comical voice making it hard to stay serious and not laugh.

I nod to Jima and she spins around, ginger-orange hair spinning wildly with her and then she transforms in a small flash. The red and black pistol-thingie lands safely in my hands. It's mostly black with red drips made to look like blood. It's pretty badass, to be honest.

"Jima, Bassy mode!" I yell, confusing everybody in the room, which now includes a man eith lots of stitches and big round glasses and a red-haired man. (A/N anybody get that reference? Jima and I are BIG Kuroshitsuji [Black Butler if you didn't know] fans and she was originally going to be butter knives but then changed to her badass pistol self, and I added the poisoned butter knives to be more Black Butler-y)

"Okay!" Jima yells, still in her gun form.

I shoot at a target that was probably set up for this reason. Once the butter knife makes contact, becoming wedged into the target, the classic red-and-white target bursts into a small fire. This fire almost immediately is reduced to a small pile of ashes.

"Is that all?" Lord Death asks, seemingly unfazed by the now-demolished target.

I smirk cockily. "Of course not! Jima, werewolf hunter mode!"

"Got it!" Jima replies, switching modes.

I whirl around, firing Jima repeatedly at my chosen target. After THAT has been demolished, I turn to the others. "Shinigami's son and his weapons, is it okay if you step out for a minute?" I ask politely, tossing Jima in the air to transform. She lands easily beside me on her feet.

"Okay?" He says questioningly, stepping out of the room. "My name is Death The Kid, by the way." He calls over his shoulder just a split second before the door closes with an audible click.

"The reason I asked Mr. Kid to leave was because Jima has athird mode that, honestly, we'd like it to be kept a secret for as long as possible." I state proffessionally.

"What's it called?" The man with stitches asks curiously.

"It's called..." Jima begins. WOW ALYSSA NICE CLIFF HANGER (NOT REALLY I DONT LIKE THAT) xDDD (added by Jima because I'm writing this by myself and she had me send it to her)