Heart Without A Beat

Chapter 1

Authors note: 

Hey guys! I'm just a random person that likes anime.. anyways if you like the story please vote and comment I'd really appreciate that! I'm hoping to get chapter 2 out by some time in April. Although I won't make promises because a lot of thought is going into how to execute this. I'll stop boring you with my rambling now. :)

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        I walked through the downtown streets in the glorious city of death. My stark white hair rubbed against my forehead from the gentle breeze. I put my hands in my pockets and looked over at the long closed down stores that were once bright and full of life, but since closed from the kishin eggs that roamed this side of town freely and without regulation. I looked down. Honestly I didn't know why there was any kishin eggs, killing humans and then consuming their souls seemed so inhuman. Then again, many of the kishin eggs are created by witches. 

     I sighed and looked back at the shops silently wondering whether they would open again, or if they would just turn to sand like everything surrounding the city, forever forgotten, without any mourning or remembrance of the people that made the shops so lively nearly eleven years ago. I shook my head and looked back at the street. I didn't want to have to think about that anymore. After all, the kishin eggs that massacred the city so long ago is what causes my troubled soul to this day. 

         Ever since the day of the massacre, the academy students never put their guard down seeing as an outbreak of kishin eggs could happen anytime, and there is always students looking to kill a kishin egg before it gets out of hand, killing everyone and becoming a full fledged kishin. There has only been one of those, and no one wants another.  Rumor has it that after the kishin egg massacre Lord Death has never left the death room to ensure a bloodbath like that never happens again. But then again, those are just rumors and everyone knows rumors are not the most reliable source of information. I sighed and looked at the sky, the setting sun laughing down at my pathetic being. I knew it was directed towards me seeing as I overthink everything. I quivered and looked down again trying to ignore the laughter coming from the sun and let out a sigh. 

        I shook my head and looked down again and kicked a small rock that was seemingly insignificant. I watched as it flew away from my foot and hit the pavement in the middle of the road and sit there basking in the sun.  I could feel the temperature slowly dropping and I wrapped the yellow jacket I got from my father around myself tighter. I took a breath of the cold, crisp air and felt it crawl down my throat and enter my lungs. 'Soon I'll be there.. only a block now.' I silently thought. My tongue escaped the prison behind my teeth and licked licked my lips even though they would get more chapped than they already were.

         I looked around for the building I wanted to enter then after a bit of searching I spotted my target and crept over wanting to finish what I came to do and dreading spending even more money, especially on something like flowers. When I got to the small shop I stopped in front of it and my eyes crept up the only functional building left. The layout of the shop was the exact same as it was before. A simple green canopy over the door with pink lace and gold chains that held up a wooden sign that had three simple words, "Death Vegas Floral". Death city was often referred to as Death Vegas because Las Vegas is nearby, and many tourists come to see the real life grim reaper, Lord Death, as if he is some tourist attraction waiting for people to come, stare and laugh and for children to place their sticky grubby hands on him. Death Vegas Floral is the only flower shop in Death City because no flower shop owner in their right mind would ever want to import flowers to a desert where people don't care about flowers anyways. But in all honesty, I was thankful it is there because if it was not, I would have to grow my own flowers and I can't keep plants alive for anything. I finally walked into a flower shop and the green door gave a satisfying ding as I entered.

        The flower shop was bright and full of life, as a flower shop should be. There was a large fridge of flowers in plastic bags to my left, and to my right was  corridors of flowers in pots, and even some fake flowers. My feet started moving without my consciousness knowing in a pattern that had happened every year before. After a few seconds of walking without consent, I realized what I was doing but it was too late. I walked face first into a ficus tree and the small potted tree and I face planted into the cold floor with a loud shatter. I laid there for a few seconds contemplating my life choices when I heard the gentle tap of footprints coming near me.

     "Are you alright?" a soft voice came. I looked up blinking away the dirt and saw a young girl in a light green apron and a blue spring dress even though it was the middle of autumn. She had straight, light brown hair that matched her eyes that had a distinct sparkle to them and just by looking at her I knew she saw the world in bright colors. She has a name tag that read "Death Vegas Floral" under which said "Emi". She reached out her hand to help me stand back up. I grabbed her hand and pulled myself up and brushed myself off.
    

     "Thanks" I muttered in a ragged tone. I was surprised when my voice sounded scraggly. I haven't talked for a few days so my once soft voice sounded so rough. I cleared my throat trying to clear out the frog that seemed to be lodged there. I quickly looked down at the floor realizing I had been staring at her. She nodded and walked back to the cash register to get a broom to clean the mess I made. The bright flowers pulled my eyes over to force me to look at what caused my embarrassment moments earlier. I walked over to a bright red flower with golden yellow tips for petals. I touched one of its eight petals gently, I noticed it was soft like a kitten. I looked over at Emi and cleared my throat again to be sure I had a smooth voice once again

        "Do you have any tulips with a similar pattern?" I asked in my now back to normal voice.
"No sir.. we don't have any tulips in October. They grow only in the spring." she replied in a sweet voice with the slightest hint of passive aggression. She walked back over with a broom and dustpan then started sweeping the dirt and shards of pottery.
      

    "Alright." I responded "Thanks anyways ma'am... would you like me to help clean up?" I asked and walked back over.

      "Oh no it's quite alright." she said sweetly. "besides, this is part of my job." she smiled softly. I nodded  and started walking looking for flowers. I was hoping to find red and gold flowers. After all, red was mom's favorite color, or at least that's what I remember.I walked down an isle of flowers engulfed by the bright colors and smells. I kept walking not finding an interest in any of them. I walked down a different isle blooming with orchids, carnations, chrysanthemums, and every other funeral flower that was available in the small shop. I let out a sad sigh and walked over to the shelf and after a few minutes grabbed two blood red roses with a stem of small white gladiolus flowers that next to the rose, tied on with a blue ribbon that stuck out like a sore thumb. I paid for the flower, tree, and a brand new pot for the tree I broke and left the small shop.
     

       I looked at the dark sky. By now the sun had set and the moon rose. There wasn't blood spilling from its stark white teeth showing that no blood had been spilt today, and not a single human, kishin egg, or witch was killed. I continued walking down the empty road slowly taking each step as if there were irons on my feet holding me down. Adjusting the impossibly heavy tree, I looked around at the city that was slowly, turning off and shutting down. 

     "I really should go home. Maka is probably wondering where I went." I mumbled allowed. I took one last look around the fading city and start walking back home to my apartment in the middle of the city of death.