Dissecting The Reaper

Chapter 2

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 than would be gathered by simply staring at him in class. This little assignment gives me an excuse to inspect him closely without seeming to 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 Transend 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.

"Good afternoon class" I state, sloping my head to the right, twisting my screw as I do just to see the uneasy looks of the students. Yet Kid expressed nothing but boredom. Can't use that tactic on him can I? Making them uneasy makes it easier to observe them without them faking any data that may ruin my observation."Lord Death has assigned me to teach you to work together and resonate as a team,"

After I explain the concept, they blindly form a circle and announce. "Go Soul Resonance!"

I watch as the, admittedly very talented, little science experiments raise their arms, an electric blue light passing through the sky and connecting them as one. The teams begin to circle each other, seemingly picking their own opponent.

Kid, my soon-to-be experiment, just seems bored. He does the minimum required, holding his guns at eye level, pointing them to each other team, Blackstar and Tsubaki, and Maka and Soul. He doesn't seem to click against any of them. Is he trying to defeat both of them?

How cute.

Maka, with all she has to prove, lunges first, slamming the butt of her scythe into Blakstar's stomach. The little narcissist doesn't know when to watch his back. An ego is an amazing virtue, but only if justified.

I wish it was me making the blood shoot out his mouth like that. But it doesn't much matter. Because he doesn't matter. Only my little asymmetrical symmetry-obsessed subject matters, with his sharp eyes. I need him for my own. I want him for my own.

He could easily and swiftly defeat both teams. Why doesn't he? Is he holding out? Why would he do that? All of his moves, which I watch and examine closely, are defensive.

He's even more interesting than I thought.

Soul resonance went well as could be expected with a group, although Maka clearly is the weak link within the group with her small soul. But with that stubborn determination her and her father share, she will push through the hardship to better herself and succeed within that group. I can't wait to see that.

So strange to push oneself for friends, it's pretty moronic at that. It's certainly a weakness that can be taken advantage of, unfittingly Kid does not possess this trait which means getting close to him through this particular angle will not work. Further research is required: that most certainly is true.

As the moon rises I gather my things from class including my fortuitous chair, I push myself out the school and down the stairs. I wish they would have a flat section. It's becoming quite the pain on my back and breaking my chair slightly on the steps but I digress and roll it towards my lab.

I light a cigerrate and stare off into nothingness. "My dear subject has no exploitable weakness help me become closer to him. Well at least without arising suspicion," I inhale then stop, dropping my cigette out my mouth. "That's it!" a loud maddening laugh fills the slient hallways. It was staring me in the face all along!

That will be how I get close to him .