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 Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 8:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 3:53 pm
Hajime Hitsumori A young ten year old girl was walking quietly down the crowded streets of Tokyo; she was a short girl, not even four and a half feet tall. Her long black hair went far down her black, it covered the sides of her face. She shivered lightly, it being winter time and all she had was just her old school uniform and her shoes that were too big. Her parents kicked her out of her home back when she was 8 years old, sending her to a run down boarding school. Things were remotely fine until they found out she was a weapon... shortly after they found out she was kicked out onto the street and sent home, but her parents refused to let her come back home. Hajime was a weapon since the day she was born, but didn't transform for the first time until she was 3, and that was on accident. It wasn't until then that her parents started treating her poorly, prefering her 13 year old sister better. Hajime couldn't transform at will yet, not knowing how to do so. Hajime arrived at the DWMA enlistment office, the Tokyo branch. The young weapon entered the building, hoping that maybe the DWMA would take her in since she was a weapon, however the manager of the office branch believed that she was just a street rat, lying in order to get them to take care of them, and since Hajime couldn't transform at will she couldn't prove that she was a weapon... so she was kicked out back onto the streets
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 4:09 pm
Hajime began to trot away from the office building, cold and trembling, crying from her loneliness. 'I need someone...' She sobbed softly, 'someone who wants me...' She reached up, wiping her tears away but they were quickly replaced, 'Someone to call me their friend...' Hajime's legs trembled some more before giving out on her; she fell down her knees crying silently to herself. 'Someone who...' Her thoughts were broken as a building nearby her blew up, a figure flying backwards out of the debris, landing on it's back. It was big and large... tall and huge. It's arms were the size of logs, it's legs together were almost the size of a tree trunk... it was a kishin. Hajime gasped in fear, her legs didn't have the strength to move. The Kishin pushed against the ground, forcing itself back up to it's feet, he then caught scent of the young weapon, turning towards it. 'Eatting that soul will give me an edge against him...' It thought as it immediately charged at Hajime. Hajime screamed in fear, trying to get to her feet, but her legs felt frozen from the cold. She couldn't move or anything...
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 4:25 pm
 Before the kishin could get to Hajime, a tall slim man appeared between the two, facing the girl, shielding her from the monsters attack. The kishins mouth tore into Hiraki's shoulder, blood went down Hiraki's side as he clenched in pain. The knife in his left hand was broken in half; he spun the knife in his right hand around, thrusting upwards behind him, stabbing the kishin in it's eye, forcing it to release Hiraki, stumbling backwards in pain. Hiraki fell down to one knee, holding his shoulder. Hajime was staring up at the boy that just saved her, 'He... saved me...' She thought, unable to breathe from the anxiety. Hiraki looked downwards at his right knife which was now broken as well. Just then he finally noticed something with his soul preception. He looked in front of him to the young girl. "You're a weapon?" Hajime managed to regain her breath, nodding softly. "Yes..." She whimpered. "But I can't control it..." Hiraki stood back up, holding his shoulder. The kishin still recovering from having his eye stabbed. Hiraki walked closer to Hajime, kneeling down in front of her, pointing at her chest, "You're strong... I can sense that about you... you know pain.. you know sadness. I can sense that your soul wishes for warmth... for love... for a friend." He went and took her small, smooth hand in his bigger, rough hand. Hajime's heart was beating fast, a red tint on her face. The kishin began to recover from the attack, lunging at the two. "Transform..." Hiraki ordered in a soft voice. Hajime's breath increased as she flashed brightly, transforming into a thin narrow black ninja sword. Hiraki hopped up to his feet, catching the blade before it hit the ground, spinning it around for a second, getting used to it. It was just fairly short, barely 3 feet long.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 4:51 pm
Hiraki spun the ninja sword around in his hand, swinging it to the side. It was perfect for him... light, fast, deadly... it was just the weapon he was looking for. This girl, he didn't know her name, but she was very compatible with him. His soul wavelength on most occasions is capable of adjusting to almost any weapon, but with this girl his soul didn't need to adjust to her soul, their soul wavelength was an identical match. The kishin got within arms reach of Hiraki, who immediately spun around, swinging the ninja blade downward, the force of it's swing sliced through the kishin with easing, cutting it in half down the middle. The kishin dissolved away, leaving nothing but it's floating crimson red soul. Hiraki released Hajime, tossing her up a little so that she could transform back to normal, landing on her feet. Hajime felt a sense of satisfaction, being useful for once. But in all honesty, there was a strong feeling she had while being held by the boy... a deep connection. Hiraki looked down at the young weapon, "Thank you, girl." He spoke. Hajime nodded, her face was a deeper red. "Your welcome... my name isn't girl." She spoke up softly, "It's Hajime." She corrected. Hiraki reached down, ruffling her hair, making Hajime blush even deeper. "Thank you, Hajime... my name is Hiraki... Hiraki Amane." He looked around for a second, "Do you have a home?" Hajime looked away, a look of sadness on her face. Hiraki understand everthing by her silence. He stood up and began to walk away from the girl. Hajime felt a small sense of dread, "Where are you going?!" She called out in panic. Hiraki glanced back, "Aren't you going to follow?" Hajime's heart beat faster, she couldn't believe this... her chest swelled up in happiness as she got up to her feet and ran after Hiraki. Hajime ran beside Hiraki, but stopped, looking back at the soul of the kishin. "Don't weapons have to eat kishin souls?" Hajime asked quietly. Hiraki looked down at his new partner, "Sort of..." He began. "Only those that serve that b*****d Lord Death and his School/Concentration camp pursue 99 kishin souls, and a witches soul." "But what for?" Hajime asked softly. Hiraki was rubbing his bleeding shoulder, "To prove themselves worthy enough to be wielded by Lord Death, and to prove that they are better than everyone else." Hajime studied the floating red soul for a moment, before nodding softly. She quickly ran over to the soul, taking it in her small hands. She hesitated for a second, then swallowed the soul in one gulp. Hiraki watched her cautiously, "So you want to serve Lord Death?" He asked in a rather cold voice. Hajime turned towards Hiraki, shaking her head back and forth. "Not Lord Death..." She shook her head lightly, then pointed at Hiraki, "I want to prove myself worthy enough to be wielded by you!" She spoke up, thinking how silly that must have sounded, "I want to be your Death Scythe, Hiraki-san!" Hiraki wasn't expecting that answer, but nodded. "If it's what you wish." He motioned for Hajime to return to his side, beginning to walk away with her at his side. "Another thing..." he spoke, "You can just call me Hiraki." Hajime looked upwards, smiling at her new friend, reaching up and holding his hand. Hiraki held her hand instinctively in the way a protective older brother would do for their siblings. At that moment Hiraki found his weapon, and Hajime found both her meister, and her friend...
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