Oyame the Meister- A Soul Eater Fan-Fiction

Oyame the Meister- A Soul Eater Fan-Fiction: A Day to Remember

Oyame Miro. That's my name. I am a new miester at the DWMA (Death Weapon Meister Academy). Today is my first day. This is my fresh start.

"Hi, Oyame," A blonde haired, green eyed girl, speaks to me. How does she know my name?

"Hi," I respond. This is a weird first day.

"I'm Maka," Her pigtails bob as she offers her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Maka," I shake her hand.

"Oh!" She grabs a white haired boy, "This is Soul. He is my weapon Partner!"

"Maka, that intro was was totally un-cool," Soul seems nice, but he is covering it with a layer of coolness.

"Soul! Does it matter!?" 

"Do you guys always argue like this?" I ask.

"No!" Maka defends herself.

"That would be un-cool." Yep, Soul'd niceness is covered.

"Well, I have to go see Lord Death. Bye!" I walk away as Soul and Maka continue to argue.

I manage to make it to the Death Room without anyone seeing me.  I walk into the clouded room only to see a boy wearing a completely symmetrical black suit with white stripes and black hair, standing with Lord Death.

"Father," The boy says. He is talking to Lord Death, "Please."

He must be desperate for something since he is calling Lord Death his daddy. Even I know not to do that, and today is my first day here!

Lord Death sees me and the room goes silent.

"Whattup Whattup!" Lord Death says. His mask looks like an animated skull.

The boy whips his head around. He has three white stripes in one side of his hair.

Our eyes lock for a second. I blush and look away. This boy..... is relatively good looking.

"Ummmm, Mr. Lord, ummm, Death, Sir," I stammer as I try to remember how to talk, "You told me to, umm, come after class."

"Yes, I did," I am surprised he understands what I just said, " Sorry, I was just talking to my son, Kid."

This boy must be his child.

"What's your son's name?" I ask.

"Kid," Lord Death replies, "Death the Kid."

"Oh, that makes sense," It does, "I am Oyame."

I offer Kid my hand. He walks up to me, but instead of grabbing my hand, he grabs my face.

"What are you doing?" I try to ask through his hands.

"Just a symmetry check," He says it as if it is a regular thing.

"WHAT!" I demand.

"Don't worry," Kid smiles at me, "It doesn't hurt."

"Oh, okay then, I guess it's fine."

He grabs both my ears. Then my nose. Then my lips. Then my Pink hair. Then my shoulders. Then my boobs. 

It takes me a minute to realize my boobs are in his hands.

I push him away.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?!"

"Symmetry check! Sorry, I didn't know you were lacking that much confidence in your breast size!" Kid responds to me.

"Kid, we can talk later," Lord Death tells Kid to leave without actually saying so.

Kid leaves and my boobs are safe.

"YOU ARE OKAY WITH YOUR SON GRABBING GIRLS LIKE THAT!?!?" I yell at Lord Death.

"Yeah," Lord Death rubs his neck with his huge, animated hands, "Sorry about him."

At least someone is apologizing. 

"Whatever," I wave the subject away, "So, why did you call me here?"

"It is very important," Lord Death sounds way more serious than usual.

My smile and my stomach drop in sync.

Soul is right. This IS un-cool.