Kissue Riley's Story

Kissue tugged at the bag in her hand, making sure to keep the bottle within concealed. Normally, she wouldn't take alcohol outside of her shared apartment with her meister, Dante, but she was in a rush to see what new missions were on the board. She wasn't exactly sure where her meister was, but she was confident that he'd be able to find her.

As she approached the crowd forming around the board, she sighed and took a long sip of her drink before tightly shutting the opening of the bag and making her way to it.

"Excuse me? Excuse me? EXCUSE ME?" It was unlike her to lose her head, even a little bit, and it was to no avail. No one seemed to notice her presence, let alone budge enough for her to squeeze through. She decided to just wait for the crowd to thin before trying to make a move again. It didn't take much time and there was suddenly a slight break in the crowd as people began to disperse with there missions chosen. She quickly took the chance and jogged toward the board, only to almost run into Death the Chick. Not knowing what to do, Kissue bowed awkwardly and muttered an apology to the younger girl before heading back for the board.

It was then that she realized that she didn't have Dante with her. She'd feel bad if she let him out of the decision process, so she decided to just wait for him to arrive. She noticed Eve and Demian and made her way over to them. She didn't know the pair too well, just enough to know that they were an exceptional pair of fighters. They had Kissue's respect.

She took a quick swig of her drink for confidence and good measure before approaching them. "Hello." She greeted, she realized that something may have just happened and suddenly felt a rush of heat approach her cheeks. "I apologize if I'm interrupting, I'm waiting for my meister to show up. If there's anything wrong..." She cut off her sentence, afraid that she came off too needy, she decided to stand off a bit. "...I'll be right over there." Kissue took a few steps away from the pair, granting them some privacy, and sat down on the ground with her back on the way. She resolved to just sit there in solidarity, sipping on her drink until Dante arrived to choose one of the few remaining missions.

"You should know your menacing gaze doesn't scare me. I actually think it's kawaii-desu." he smiled a bit "I'm sorry about everything that the people in your past did to you. I know it isn't much and it may not mean anything but I apologize on behalf of the human race as a Grim Reaper." She told him. "I truly hope your life is better now that you joined my grandfathers school and if it is not then I vow to you that I will do everything in my power not just as a Grim Reaper and new student of the academy but as a person." "Thank you for your time. Have a nice day."

The speech of the Grim Reaper's daughter throw him out of balance and his smile faded gradually, the girl talked as if she understood, as if she experienced something similar, Demian was about to hit the wall with his fist when he felt that Eve had him grabbed by the sleeve, his partner was clearly worried when the girl dressed in black left to who knows where, the boy took few moments to try reorder his ideas when a new girl came.

"Hello." She greeted, "I apologize if I'm interrupting, I'm waiting for my meister to show up. If there's anything wrong..." She cut off her sentence, "...I'll be right over there."

"Like I care" Demian said aloud as she watched her sat putting his act again, then looked at Eve "Don't worry, I'm just a bit confused, isn't like what a girl whose greatest concern is place a picture frame with milimeter accuracy has to say would bother me ", despite what he said his body betrayed him when his hand trembled momentarily as he placed on her shoulder, "We have to go to the receptionist to validate the mission" It was clear he wanted to change his mind as soon as possible so he changed the subject.

The bottle was empty. Kissue eyed the bag, then opened it up to make sure. Yep, most certainly empty. She used the wall to balance herself as she stood up on wobbly legs. She'd have to go back to the room to get some more, as well as check to see if Dante was there for she was getting a bit antsy wondering where he was. The board wasn't going anywhere.

Her steps were staggering, but she wasn't too drunk that she couldn't walk properly, at least not yet. A bottle or two more would change that, though. Kissue looked back at the pair for a second before trudging onward towards her apartment. That was when she realized that she left her key inside. She had expected to have come back with Dante, so she didn't see the need to bring it at the time. A few knocks on the door revealed that her meister had already left, so she would have to find an alternate means of entering. She concentrated on her right index finger until it turned into part of a blade and she shoved it into the key hole. After struggling with the lock for a while, she removed the blade and swiped the door a few times, angrily before returning her finger back to normal.

The door now bore quite a few deep gashes, but she'd worry about that later. She kicked it for good measure and accidentally dropped her bag with the bottle in it on the ground. It shattered and a few shards found their way into Kissue's exposed leg. She dropped to her knees, cursing quietly. Carefully, she tried to remove them, only slicing up her fingers in the process.

The weapon chewed on her lip and began attempting to clean up the shards from her bag but gave up when she realized that she didn't have anywhere to put them even if she did clean them up, the trashcan was in the apartment and the apartment was locked. A piece of paper in her bag caught her attention and she was about to read it when something caught her eye. The new school doctor had just barged into his apartment not far from her own. Kissue shoved the paper into her pocket and jogged to catch up with him.

"Excuse me! Mr...Lost, is it?" She called to him, he seemed in a hurry and didn't acknowledge her. When she reached his apartment, she stood in the door and looked in at him. "Um.. hey? Do you have a trash bag and maybe a dust pan I could borrow? There's some broken glass in front of my door and it's too sharp for me to pick up with my hands."

Lost smelled something behind him frowning with displeasure he turns as a voice asks him for help. As he faces the girl a flicker of surprise crosses his face before he revers to a calmer face. Motioning to enter Lost says "Sure just let me find the my dustpan and i'll help in the mean time come in." Stepping farther into his apartment he looks over his shoulder and says "Oh yeah don't touch the stack of books they aren't appropriate for young eyes's"

(OOC: The apartment is a normal apartment that looks like it was just moved into however their is a stack of books on one of the tables in the room, f these books are looked at i'll mention more about them.)

"Sure just let me find the my dustpan and i'll help in the mean time come in."
"Thank you." The weapon said, stepping in and looking around the new teacher's apartment. "By the way, my name is Kissue." She looked down at her hands, she almost forgot that she had sliced them up on the glass. The were bleeding quite a bit and she didn't want to get any blood on his floor.
"I may also need you to look at my hands and my leg, I got...a bit cut up." She added, wincing. She realized that she should probably inform Dante of where she was and her situation. Chewing on her lip, Kissue found a roll of paper towels and used some to wipe some blood off. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and sent a quick text to her partner telling him where she was and asking him to stop by as soon as possible; that there had been an incident. Her fingers were bleeding all over the phone and she stuffed it in her pocket as soon as the message was sent.
"Oh yeah don't touch the stack of books, they aren't appropriate for young eyes." Mr. Lost had added. Her attention was turned to the books and she was suddenly curious. She stepped toward the books, but minded the teacher's request and didn't touch them.
"Oh? What are they about?" She questioned, pursing her lips. They didn't appear different from most books, so she wondered what could be so bad that they couldn't be looked at by a student.

On Dante's final try for the Soul Slice, he grows more frustrated, but he doesn't want to show the other students and teachers that have been watching him the entire time. He can't show that he was trying to do something else, especially a move that no one knew besides his family. Instead he smiled and turned to start out of the training grounds. He stumbled a little, for he was pushing his soul past it's limits. Dante's expression grew to a sad one once his back was at the training grounds.

Just then, his phone gave a small 'ting', which meant he got a text. He reached into his pocket and his sad expression grew to a more happy one as he saw that it was his partner. As much as Dante hates to bug people, he loves when people bug him. It makes him feel wanted. He flips open his old phone and reads the text. His smile faded as he read what happened, and he sent back a real quick text. He told her that he was on his way, that he needed a lunch break anyways, and that her spelling is horrid to tease her a little.

With that, Dante flipped his phone closed and walked down the hallways of the Academy to get to his apartment. His attention is then drawn to the mission board. He glances over and sees that a lot of higher rank missions are being taken. Dante then laughed to his self and proceeded towards his apartment, thinking of how much harder it's going to be to keep up the Roth family name. 'Perhaps I should spar more often to refine my skills. That's probably what I'm missing, strength...' He kept that thought lingering in his mind as he proceeded to his apartment.

The streets were lively as usual, and the markets were booming. It's like this everyday in Death City. It's the time of day where the lower ranked meisters are in classes or on a small mission of some sort, so this time of day isn't too busy. Dante then looks over at the apartment complex he lives in. He doesn't live that far from the academy, so the walk was very short. He proceeds up the stairs and something else catches his eye. The shattered bottle on the ground, probably Kissue's alcohol. He sighs in minor disappointment of her actions.

Dante proceeds over to the open door of the apartment close to his that Kissue said she would be in. She didn't mention who the apartment belonged to, but it looks like they just moved in. He stood outside and knocked on the door to be polite, rather than walking through the open door. "Um, Kissue? You in here?" Dante asked, looking around still not coming inside.

"Hmm odd I didn't notice that cut before." Lost says with a tone of failure in his voice. Finding the dustpan and broom he turns and answers the question about the books, "Well one is a tale of an overconfident man who apparently spent two-hundred years in prison then left on a adventure which involved him fighting against this school, the author is the man know as Free, he likes to exaggerate what he did and what happened." Taking a quick breath before continuing with a slight frown "the rest are well adult books."

"Now lets take a look at your hand." Lost say's grabbing some bandages and disinfectant from a cupboard, as the thought that pretenses come in handy some times slips into his head. "This might hurt a little" Lost says calmly before he dabs some disinfectant into the cut, carefully examining the cut for glass he wraps it in the bandages. Suddenly as he finishes bandaging the wound Lost's head shoots up and he mutters "someone else is here."

"Well one is a tale of an overconfident man who apparently spent two-hundred years in prison then left on a adventure which involved him fighting against this school, the author is the man know as Free, he likes to exaggerate what he did and what happened. The rest are, well, adult books."

"I've heard of Free." Kissue said, looking down at the books with interest, "he fought against the school, but I heard that he also helped the school defeat Arachne. Goes to show that there is good in everybody." She smiled, "even werewolves. Have you ever met a werewolf, sir? They're pretty interesting, I think."

"Now lets take a look at your hand...This might hurt a little." Mr. Lost said as he took her hand and began taking care of it. Kissue winced, but said nothing as she watched him work. It felt better as soon as the bandage was on, and she poked at the gauze a bit.

"Thanks."

"Someone else is here." Startled by Lost's sudden movement, Kissue jumped slightly and looked around, but saw no one.

"I'm sorry, but no one's he-"

"Um, Kissue? You in here?" Dante's voice rang in the weapon's ears. She whirled around to look at him, and there he was, standing in the doorway. She limped over to him (her leg still has glass in it).

"Yeah! Thanks for coming, Dante." She exclaimed, grabbing his wrist, and pulling him inside to Mr. Lost.

"Dante, this is Mr. Lost, the new school nurse. Mr. Lost, this is my meister, Dante Roth." She introduced.

"Yeah! Thanks for coming, Dante." She exclaimed, grabbing his wrist, and pulling him inside to Mr. Lost. Dante resisted at first because he was surprised, but gave in once he knew what she was doing. "Dante, this is Mr. Lost, the new school nurse. Mr. Lost, this is my Meister, Dante Roth." She introduced.

A smile came across Dante's face as he held out the hand that was not occupied by Kissue's grabbing to shake the hand of the man named Mr. Lost. "Pleasure to meet you, sir, and Kissue," He paused as he looked over at Kissue, "I believe he would prefer the term 'doctor' rather than nurse." He spoke with absolute calmness in his voice. By the looks of Dante, he would seem like he doesn't have a care in the world. Also, standing next to Kissue, he looked inferior, small, despite his stout stature.

"Thank you for taking care of my weapon. I didn't think she would get in this much trouble without me here." Dante said in a teasing tone to Kissue.

"Thank you for taking care of my weapon, I didn't think she would get in this much trouble without me" Chuckling with a smooth grin Lost says "I'm not done taking care of her yet, I still need to get the glass out her leg and then we need to clean up that glass so no one else gets hurt." Looking at the leg Lost thinks "its going to hurt a lot when I pull that glass out." " You wanted to know if if I've ever met a werewolf?" Lost begins getting her mind off the wound so he can pull it out without her thinking of it.

"Well I have once," Lost's says reaching down pulling the glass out of the leg with briefly a pause in what he was saying, "I was taken to the wilderness by one when I was 5 and left there to survive makes my people skills a bit rough sometimes." Lost says as he continues wrapping Kissue's leg with the bandages. "Here's the broom and dustpan, also here Kissue you can have Free's autobiography I'm done with it." Lost says handing the broom and dustpan to Dante. With a whisper in Dante's ear as he pulls away from Dante "Take care of her, it will be sore for a little bit try to keep her off it."

"Thank you for taking care of my weapon. I didn't think she would get in this much trouble without me here."

Kissue laughed and jabbed Dante in the side with her elbow. "He's lying, sir, he's much more trouble than I am." She insisted, keeping a hard grip on her meister's arm as the school doctor leaned down to fix up her leg, as well. She sighed, bracing herself for the pain.

"You wanted to know if if I've ever met a werewolf?" Lost began. Kissue looked to his face and smiled, the topic obviously interesting to her. "Well I have once," She winced as he began extracting the shards from her leg. "I was taken to the wilderness by one when I was 5 and left there to survive makes my people skills a bit rough sometimes."

"I'm so sorry," she sympathized, squeezing tight on Dante's arm as the final shard was removed and he started wrapping. "If it's any consolation, I don't think your people skills are too bad. Don't worry, they'll refine soon enough, you'll be seeing a lot of the kids here. Everyone here seems to be accident prone."

Kissue released her grip on Dante to grab the cleaning supplies. She handed the broom to Dante so that she could lean over and grab the book that Lost had identified as Free's. "Thank you, sir, I'll bring it back as soon as I'm done with it, as well as the cleaning stuff." She waved goodbye with the hand that held the dustpan and led Dante out of the room.

"I'm sorry for worrying you, Dante." She apologized, putting down the book on the floor in front of the mess and taking the broom. She swept the glass into the dustpan and stood up straight. "Can you open the door? I left my keys inside. Then we can go grab a mission."

Dante let out a small grunt when he was elbowed in the side by his partner. He kind of expected as much from the way he teased her in front of someone they just met. "He's lying, sir, he's much more trouble than I am." Dante looked over and was getting ready to say something along the lines of, 'Are you serious,' but was cut off before he could speak.

"You wanted to know if if I've ever met a werewolf?" Lost began. Kissue looked to his face and smiled, the topic obviously interesting to her. "Well I have once," This was when Dante realized that she was still holding onto his arm because she squeezed his arm tightly to bear the pain of glass being pulled out of her leg. Dante wasn't really paying attention to what else Lost and Kissue was saying. He was too worried about his partner and how she was going to be. The last thing he heard Lost say was, "Take care of her, it will be sore for a little bit try to keep her off it."

Dante nodded in response to what he said then looked over at Kissue. He gave a tender smile until he was handed a broom and dustpan by Lost. He gave a light bow and said, "Thanks sir for all you have done. We greatly appreciate it." Then, just as quickly as they came, they left. Dante walked over to the mess with Kissue.

"I'm sorry for worrying you, Dante." She apologized, putting down the book on the floor in front of the mess and taking the broom. She swept the glass into the dustpan and stood up straight. "Can you open the door? I left my keys inside. Then we can go grab a mission."

Dante gave a small laugh as he pulled the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door of his apartment. "Your not going anywhere til your leg heals." Dante gave Kissue the order and he opened the door to his apartment and took the dustpan full of glass from Kissue. His voice was the same as it was before, just with a little more authority in it. "Now go lay down and don't put any pressure on it. That's an order from your Meister." He said looking her in the eyes, waiting for her response.

"Your not going anywhere til your leg heals. Now go lay down and don't put any pressure on it. That's an order from your Meister."

Kissue looked down at her meister and sighed. "But Dante, all of the other kids are off getting souls. I don't want you to get ridiculed if people find out that we skipped a mission. My leg is fine, I won't even be on it half the time; you're the one who runs around and cuts up things." She was fully aware that the condition of the weapon was just as important as the condition of the meister, but she wasn't lying when she said that she didn't hurt anymore. "I appreciate that you want me to be safe, Dante, but I'm okay. I swear."

She turned around and limped to the couch where her jacket was laying, ready for her. She grabbed it and put it on over her shoulders, then sent a reassuring smile to Dante. "See, I can even put my jacket on all by myself!" She teased, but quickly sat down. Maybe Kissue didn't feel as great as she thought, but she didn't want Dante to know, they'd have to go through much worse in their careers being meisters and weapons, she'd feel like a weakling if she couldn't fight because of a few scrapes.

Kissue looked down at her meister and sighed. Dante didn't like being shorter than most people, but he didn't hate it. The only real bad thing is that his neck gets sore when looking up at people too long. "But Dante, all of the other kids are off getting souls. I don't want you to get ridiculed if people find out that we skipped a mission. My leg is fine, I won't even be on it half the time; you're the one who runs around and cuts up things."

As Dante was getting ready to reply, she limped over to the couch and got her jacket which she threw over her shoulders. "See, I can even put my jacket on all by myself!" She teased, but quickly sat down. It was obvious to Dante that she was struggling to do what she wanted to. She wasn't helping her point whether or not she could do it. He leaned over in her face and gave her a serious look.

"I don't care what people think. I'd rather be ridiculed than being known as the Meister who doesn't know how to take care of his weapon." He said, looking her in the eyes. He wanted her to believe without a shred of doubt that there was no way he was going to let her go out on a mission in the condition she was in. "Besides," He stated leaning up out of her face, "I want you in peak physical form when on a mission. I don't want you slacking off when your resonating with me." He teased her as he got her and his self something to drink. He handed her the drink and awaited her response.