Saint B. Kadmus
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BlackStar and Death The Kid. What unusual names.
They stand before me, weapons brandished, pointed straight at me. Dodging questions and plunging myself back into the stone was getting a bit irritating it seems. After being pulled out for the fifth time, they finally threatened me.
Usually, dim threats stem from fear, but I don't sense that from these two. The black-haired one is a reaper, it's evident from those white stripes across his head. He's the more calculated one in the duo, raising his thumbs from the trigger and making direct eye contact. He doesn't want to shoot me, his curiosity is too overwhelming.
However, the one called 'BlackStar' brandishes a Shuriken with ragged form and a desire to prove himself. He's more interested in how my blood will look against the walls of this cave.
I tilt my head, giving them a sickly sweet smile, and hold my hands up defensively. "No need for weapons, boys. I play nice."
This doesn't convince them- In fact, it shifts the atmosphere from curious to hostile. The reaper sets his thumbs gently on the trigger, and I let out a quick scoff. I was only trying to establish familiarity. These two don't take kindly to strangers.
"Who is that?", I hiss, snapping my neck to the ledge, where someone is climbing up.
Their soul is strong, quick-witted and friendly. A girl. She doesn't seem alarmed just yet. The two boys break eye contact, quickly turning to the entrance. The sound of metal against rock rings and echoes, and I groan a bit, holding the sides of my head. It's been a while since I've heard such a loud noise.
The blade of a scythe hooks into the ground, and a girl in pigtails climbs up, ripping her weapon from the stone.
"Way to wait for me!", Her shrill voice cries as she whips her head to the two boys.
"Not our fault you're so slow!", BlackStar laughs, setting his hands on his hips.
I stare at the girl, who doesn't seem to notice me yet. Maka Albarn. She rises to her feet, smiling despite being annoyed with her peers. Her weapon is in mint condition- polished, neat.. strong. I'll need a weapon to defeat Surtr once I get my energy back up. Hers seems perfect.
"Maka", I grin widely, spreading out my arms. "Pleased to meet you."
The three kids stare at me, not with surprise and awe as I had expected- but with fury. I click my tongue, throwing myself to the floor, sitting with my legs crossed. They don't like that I know them before they know me. Are all children so untrusting nowadays?
"How do you know my name?", She asks- demands-, swinging her weapon from one hand to the other, perfecting her attack stance. How formal.
"I know all of your names", I chuckle, darting my eyes towards the blue-haired one. "It's a gift."
"Tell us yours", The reaper speaks up, his foot shifting against the rock- a moment of subtle relaxation.
I sigh, gritting my teeth. "Why do you need to know?", I ask, resting my chin on my palm. "Any moment now, Surtr will be here for your heads."
The two boys glance at each other, and the time they strike seems only seconds away. I look towards Maka, who seems to understand me in a way I never knew. Our soulwaves connect, as if latching onto each other. She's like a magnet, pulling me closer and closer to her- the attraction building up in my stomach makes my heart pump faster. Quickly, I shake my head, patting my cheeks gently. I can't get sidetracked.
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