Benjamin took in his environment. Strange as it was he was not shook. He stood firmly listening to the older man speaking to him. He knew knowledge was power and he knew that in a strange place he couldn't spare any information. The first thing he took in was that this wasn't Earth in the slightest. No grass had ever been that white and the sky on Earth could never be that dark yet, bright.
The second thing Benjamin took in was the people he was in front of, or next to for the matter. They were familiar, ish. Not exactly friends, but familiar. He didn't know there names but from what the older man had said he would have ample time to introduce himself. The more he knew of his future allies the better, in case they decide to become future enemies.
When the old man finished his introduction he vanished almost in a shadow like fashion. This was Benjamin's cue to go pick himself a room inside the castle. As he walked in he found himself in a huge open area with stair cases to the higher left and right corners. They spiraled up and up till they reached the final floor. There was a lounge area in the middle of the lobby with a chess board on a end table in the middle. There was a stillness in the atmosphere and a giant billboard towards the back of the room between the two staircases. The billboard had moving letters as if a TV but it seemed almost magical. The billboard read "Left staircase: First floor bedrooms. Second floor: Rec Room. Third floor Bathroom (Boys and Girls Separate Showering)" Then, "Right staircase: First Floor: Dojo. Second Floor: Kitchen. Third Floor: Class. Fourth Floor: Headmaster's Chambers."
Benjamin took one last look around and headed for the rooms. He entered the door on the first floor and found himself in a long hallway lined with doors. Each one numbered. Benjamin picked the eighth room and entered it. He entered a large room with a king size bed and a large wardrobe on the other side. A window with closed blinds to the far back of the room and a desk next to the bed. Simple just like Benjamin liked it.
Benjamin noticed a weapon on his bed. A scythe. It had a strange aura about it yet somehow comforting. Benjamin picked it up and like a storm memories and techniques flooded his mind, as if he owned this scythe his entire life. He looked at it and it swiftly compressed into air. From his memories he knew he could summon it at anytime. With that he sat on his bed for a minute then made his way for the lobby.

She wasn't sure what to think, what to feel. Thrown into a situation she didn't understand, Esme listened impatiently to the elder before them. Speaking of them, she had no idea who them happened to be. Some looked old, but not old as in age, old as in from a time before hers, while others appeared younger. Uncomfortable and out of place, she kept her eyes glued to her shoes as if they were more interesting than anything else around her. Taking in new situations had never been easy. Coming from a poor, secluded family, being picked out of her normal life and tossed into a different place was definitely not how she wanted to spend her next few days.

It was a relief when the old man disappeared - she did her best not to think too deeply on his sudden vanishing act. Following in suit with the others who were among the group, the girl with the strawberry-blonde locks darted off by herself to do as she was told. Stuck at the back of the group, Esme took the opportunity to memorize the passage-ways they were taking in case of emergency or need or escape. Escape. Yes, that seemed like a very real deal at this point.

In due time she somehow managed to make her way to the long corridor lined with rooms for the new arrivals. Esme, who had somehow made it a little ways off from the others, trotted quietly after a brunette who didn't seem at all bothered with the situation - or perhaps she was reading that blank expression in just the wrong fashion. Sea-green eyes followed him, unsure what to do. He chose a room and entered. If he did, why shouldn't she? Choosing number six (her favorite number), she quickly slid through the door and shut it behind her.

The room was painted a sharp red in a fashion that gave the walls an old, rustic sort of feel. Soft gold-white carpet smoothed across the floor, though abruptly disappeared at a set of double doors on the far side of the room - a balcony, she thought. Chewing her lip, the girl shuffled into the center of the room where a large, round bed sat, lined with red and gold fabrics and pillows. Atop these fabrics and pillows lay several weapons, four bladed instruments tied with a green ribbon. Eyeing the weapons, Esme curled her fingers around them and lifted them with surprising ease. It was a shock at what a rush the instruments gave her.

Chilled, she turned on her heel and headed right out of the room. She hurried back towards the lobby and, nearly there, turned the corner-- only to run straight into the brown-haired boy from before.

Benjamin felt a short being bump into him. First he was offended but then he decided he'd rather take the passive approach. Benjamin turned to the girl with a smile on his face. He noticed the girl was kind of different. Poor, he could tell. Something about her told him she was. That didn't disturb him, nor did her figure, which was a bit unhealthy looking. What did get him was the deep flame in her eyes. Maybe she could become a serious threat. He decided to take the nice approach.
"Hello My name is Benjamin what is yours." Benjamin said reaching his hand out to shake the young girls. Once she gave her answer Benjamin continued never breaking eye sight from the timid girls.
"A odd situation we've found ourselves in isn't it?" Benjamin said with a grimice. "Good thing we have allies whom we can depend on." Benjamin said with a wink.

Esme took a couple quick steps backwards. People always reacted differently when being bumped into and this was no exception. "I'm sorry," she said quickly and inclined her head in apology. But he didn't seem at all bothered by her, which perhaps bothered her more than it should have. Feeling perplexed but face blank, she politely shook his hand. His skin was warm against her cool palm - she immediately drew her hand back and gripped her opposite arm.

"Hello My name is Benjamin what is yours," the brunette said warmly.

"Esme," she replied, flustered and unsure how to respond. In any other normal conversation she would have dealt well, but at that exact point in time she was already worrying over other matters such as why she was here and for how long she had to stay. She did, however, make a note that he was British. Maybe her elegant Irish accent wouldn't bother him, then.

"A odd situation we've found ourselves in isn't it?" he continued with a grimace. "Good thing we have allies whom we can depend on." The wink caught her off guard. Actually, even on guard she probably would have still gotten chills. Rosy color burned at her cheeks and she immediately turned her sea-green gaze past him so to occupy herself with something else.

"Yeah," she murmured and swallowed. "Allies." Out of nervous habit, the delicate girl began twirling a strand of her strawberry-blonde hair around her index finger. "So, ehm, you're in room eight, correct? It's nice to know someone..." Esme said quietly. She chewed her lip and twirled her hair and resorted to a semi-casual stance of leaning against the wall.

--double post. ignore please--

"Yeah." Benjamin said deeply leaning up against the wall next to Esma. She seemed shy which didn't seem like the best attitude to have towards this particular situation. Nevertheless she seemed to be buying into him so he wouldn't pull back now.
"It all seems weird but whatever reason we're here has to mean we're special huh?" Benjamin said bumping Esma with his shoulder.
"Either way me and you are friends now right?" Benjamin said turning to her with a smile and another wink.
"Not to mention your the only girl here and that other guy seems a bit dark and gloomy." Benjamin said pushing away from the wall walking to the center of the room to go sit down.
"Come sit with me, we can chat before the other guy get's here."

What was the word she wanted to use to describe him? Esme successfully bit back a frown. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but now that she was face to face with him he was easy to read, and what she saw she wasn't sure she liked. It seemed to her as if he was using her discomfort to his advantage, pulling her into a friendship that she hadn't agreed on. Shy. That's probably what he saw. But he didn't know the other part of her. And while she still appeared to be a frail, uncomfortable girl who would like to be anywhere but here at that moment, her irritation was building. The fact that he was bumping her shoulder wasn't helping either.

The girl allowed herself to appeared wooed by his question. "Friends?" she asked and smiled brightly. Though her guard was up, the wink once again caught her off guard and her heart jumped as color rushed to her cheeks.

Dark and gloomy. Good. Maybe he would offer her some peace and quiet. Esme paused before following after Benjamin. She sat upon a vintage coffee colored couch and her petite form sunk slightly into the fluff of the cushions. Once in a relaxing position (indian style with hands in her lap), she forced back her irritation and returned to an uncomfortable aura. People here, you couldn't trust them, so you might as well give them your weakest side to play with and mold so they can't see the strength you hold. If they underestimated her, they wouldn't see her as a threat.

Ah. Untrustworthy. That was the perfect word to describe him.

Benjamin kept a smile on his face and sat across from the young girl who's figure almost melded into the couch. He watched as she eyed him over. She was cautious obviously enough. He had forced himself upon her almost and she had every right to watch him, yet he still felt he could find her flaws. Shy wasn't exactly a problem as much as it was the fact possibly she wasn't trust worthy. She had a wall up that Benjamin didn't have the time to break down, wasn't his job.

Nevertheless, he still felt he had to put on a show. Eventually his act would be blown but for now he had to access the situation and decide whether or not he could trust his team mates, so far he wasn't sure. Esma seemed a bit, unreliable. She didn't seem to work well with others and even though to most that would seem bad Benjamin felt he could use this to his advantage.

"So I guess now we wait huh?" Benjamin said dropping his smile a bit. Why carry a fake smile, once he figured out the meaning of his stay in this world he would figure out how he would watch everyone. Still there was this other guy, he had yet to meet him. Maybe eventually but whether or not, the aura that one emitted was the strongest.

Soma stood silent. What the hell was going on? He suddenly found himself among a group of people that he had never seen before. Some looked bewildered but some looked like they had been through this procedure countless of times. The old man, addressing them looked as if he an ancient artifact, billions of years old but he still had that spark of youth in his eyes. Strange. Pulling his hood over his head, Soma tried not to be noticed. This was all to suspicious. Reapers? What the hell were they?

The old man finished speaking and disappeared. Everybody began milling around, talking, exiting the room, and some even just stood there frozen with fear or anxiety. 'Well the guy said to find a room didn't he?' Finding himself being pushed by the crowd, Soma finally broke free and wandered into one of the hallways. The place was immense. One could easily get lost if he didn't know his way. Striding down the long hallway, Soma found what he was looking for. Rooms with numbers on the door were lined on the right and left. Looking ahead, Soma noticed a girl with strawberry-blonde hair enter room six. She looked a bit flustered and confused but it seemed like she held herself quite well being thrown into the same bewildering situation as him. Soma walked past room six and to the door that read "7". Knocking, to see if anyone had claimed the room, Soma found it empty and stepped inside. He was suddenly greeted with white. The room was strangely COMPLETELY white. White walls, white ceiling, white carpet, everything was white. It would seem that it would have given the room a bland sort of feel but strangely enough, it had that feeling of a pure warm welcome. Soma didn't mind it at all and he found that the room felt somehow..... right... to him. An elegant bed sat by a wide window. Turning to look at what else could be in the room, Soma froze. Something was in the room with him. A chill ran down his spine as he turned to see what it was.

There, sitting atop the white bed was a wolf, or what looked like one. Soma strained his eyes but something about the thing sitting there didn't seem right. It was almost like the being wasn't a part of this reality and it seemed transparent and then suddenly solid again. It's fur was as white as the sheets and if it wasn't for the red pattern like stripes running down it's body, Soma would have surely missed it. For a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, Soma and the wolf sat there gazing into each other eyes. He didn't know why, but Soma felt as if he had known this wolf for his entire life. After a few more seconds, the thing rose and disappeared out the window without a sound. Soma quickly shook his head and exited the room. 'What the hell was that? This place is getting stranger by the second!' The instant Soma exited the room, his foot caught something. Sprawling forward he caught himself with his hands as his body went crashing into the opposite wall. Looking up, he noticed the same girl he saw earlier talking to a boy, probably a year younger than him. She was leaned against the wall, her foot sticking out in front of his door. 'That was what tripped me.' Getting to his feet, Soma's purple eyes bore into the girl with killing intent. "Watch where you put your feet, idiot."

Double post.. Bleh

"Yeah. I guess." Esme stole a glance at Benjamin, evaluating his loss of smile, the way he held himself.

She didn't know exactly what happened at the moment when a young man tripped over her foot, but she was instantly standing ramrod. As one of the poor, any rude behavior, even one where she hadn't meant it, such as tripping this guy, meant consequences. It was best to apologize quickly and make it up to the person in any way, shape, or form. But the boy didn't give her time to apologize. Instead, he clambered to his feet and glared at her in such a way that she flinched. Even his voice, strong and scolding, reminded her of someone with high authority.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly and gave him a quick bow as she spoke, a sign of inferiority to her people. Yet it occurred to her that she was not the only one responsible for what had just happened. And secondly, she wasn't with her people any longer. She wasn't expected such high graces towards others. "But in all seriousness," she continued, meeting his sharp purple gaze with her own sea-green glare, "you should have watched where you were going."

[ewww its so shortttt]

Benjamin looked over the boy who was now on the floor. He seemed fine but rushed to anger without hearing an apology. This was obciously this youngs man's fault for lack of attention, but it wasn't Benjamin's place to judge. He wasn't looking for attention nor a enemy, expecially from someone who seemed pretty powrerful, or so Benjamin could tell, he usially is right abouy these things.

Benjamin stod up and reached his hando out to help the young man out.
"I'm sured it was a accident." Benjamin said as friendly as he could muster. Before another word could be said the old man appeared on the big screen TV. He had the same look about him, nothingness. Something about him strucm fear into Benjamin while T the same time a complete stillness. He cleared his breathe and began to speak.

Headmaster Death
"Welcome to school young Reapers. I am you Headmaster Death. Today you may be wondering why you are here. Nothing more then the fact that you were chosen by the Death Weapons. You may have founs them on your bed. They are all specific to you souls wave link, which you will understand more of in later time. Your job here will be to collect souls, some human, some...not. Today will be easy, starting tomorrow you begon training and class, your first class will be, Soul Link. Be awake wide and early.

With that the TV cut off and the other students went back to what they were doing. Benjamin took it all in and exhailed a deep breathe and smiled. So the scythe on hos bed was a Death Weapon. He looked forward to learning it's traits. Another poditive message from the Headmaster was that he wouldn't need to fight the two kids cloaest to hom, on knowledge and strategy he would no doubt win, but a head on fight would be impossible, not untill he trained a bit.

(typed that all on my phone lawl)

Soma ignored the boy's offer for help as he got up himself. "Tch, whatever." He really wasn't in the mood for an argument right now. A TV screen flashed on and the old man that Soma saw earlier was now speaking to them once again.

Headmaster Death
"Welcome to school young Reapers. I am you Headmaster Death. Today you may be wondering why you are here. Nothing more then the fact that you were chosen by the Death Weapons. You may have founs them on your bed. They are all specific to you souls wave link, which you will understand more of in later time. Your job here will be to collect souls, some human, some...not. Today will be easy, starting tomorrow you begon training and class, your first class will be, Soul Link. Be awake wide and early."

The screen blacked out and Soma stood there confused. 'Death weapons? Was that.... wolf.... on my bed a death weapon? It didn't look like a weapon.' Soma shook his head. Whatever it was, it had left. But somewhere deep down inside told him that the thing was closer than it seemed. Getting his mind off the weapons, he looked to the girl and the boy. Something about them, seemed liked they had already acquired their weapons. Were they strong? Soma had yet to find out. But weapon or not, he knew he had to be ready for anything. Soma winced. Something on his back.... burned..... The pain intensified and Soma spotted a mirror on the far wall. Rushing over he pulled his shirt up a little to see what was hurting him. His eyes opened wide with shock. A strange tattoo was intricately drawing itself on his back. It glowed a bright white and as the lines moved across his back, the pain grew worse. "What the hell is this!!" The pain became to much for him to bear and Soma fell to his knees, shaking uncontrollably. But through all that pain, a soft voice whispered in his head, "Relax, it will all be over soon. Accept me." Doing what he was told, Soma relaxed and tired to ignore the pain. Slowly but surely the burning ebbed away and Soma stared at the floor beneath him panting. "Good. From today on, I am yours. Use me to cleanse this world of all evil. I am the white void." For some reason, the voice was warm and comforting. Soma nodded slowly and grinned. "So I finally get to meet you.... Ookami....."

(sorry for the rushed post!)

Irritation. Was that the feeling? Esme gritted her teeth at the new boy's moody behavior. Getting along with these two seemed as if it would be impossible. No, more than impossible. She felt threatened by their presences if anything. Yet at this point it wasn't fair to judge either of them. They were both adjusting to the new environment and probably weren't completely back to themselves. Neither was she, so she had no right to be pointing fingers at good and evil.

The girl was ripped from her thoughts as the TV flashed on and the message was conveyed.

"Welcome to school young Reapers. I am you Headmaster Death. Today you may be wondering why you are here. Nothing more then the fact that you were chosen by the Death Weapons. You may have founs them on your bed. They are all specific to you souls wave link, which you will understand more of in later time. Your job here will be to collect souls, some human, some...not. Today will be easy, starting tomorrow you begon training and class, your first class will be, Soul Link. Be awake wide and early."

As soon as the screen blackened, Esme turned from it. Something about the elder frightened her in a way she couldn't explain. He wasn't threatening or rude. It was more of the part of him that she couldn't see, that dark side he was definitely concealing in his polite manner. She blinked when the boy she'd tripped hurried over to one of the mounted mirrors. While she was unable to see the reflection and whatever he was looking at, she could tell he was in pain. For several moments she stood watching him, unsure what to do to help. It didn't seem like a normal pain, whatever it was. Only when the boy grinned did she take the opportunity to cross the room and pause beside him.

"I don't believe we ever got to introduce ourselves," she said, sea-green gaze cast elsewhere in the room as if she wasn't sure how to put her emotions into words. "I'm Esme. You..?"

Soma felt someone stand over him and looked up. It was the girl. Looking down at him she suddenly introduced herself, "I'm Esme. You?" She had a distinct Irish accent and Soma was comforted to hear someone from his own country. But being the person he was he wasn't looking forward to getting along with anyone. "Go on. Say something!" the same voice from before echoed in his head. "Can't you see she's wanting to get along?" "W-what are you talking about?!" "Just say something nice for once! Or else ill have to do it for you!""Wha? Wait!" Soma suddenly lost control of his body as he got to his feet. Giving the girl a smile he ONLY gave to Saya Soma opened his mouth. "I'm Soma. It's a pleasure meeting such a stunning girl as yourself." "What the hell are you doing!" "Just helping you out a bit! I know you like her!" "S-shut up! You don't know anything!" Soma could feel the wolf character wink at him. "Well I've had my fun. Good luck!" "Wait! Come back here!" Soma was now in control of his body once again and his face began to go red. Stuttering he tried to find the right words to say. "Ummmm, I mean... well.... That wasn't me I swear!"

Esme waited as patiently as she could for an answer. In her opinion, the boy seemed to be having difficulties deciding exactly what to say. After a couple moments she felt the urge to turn and stalk off. Was he trying to make a fool of her, just looking at her with that blank yet stunning purple gaze? She was just about to turn and make her exit when he suddenly stood and smiled. It was a pleasant smile, yet in the context of the situation it startled her.

"I'm Soma. It's a pleasure meeting such a stunning girl as yourself," he said.

Now that was definitely not what she'd expected. Embarrassment unmasked itself as her cheeks painted red. She knew it was rude, but she couldn't not stare at him. It was even more peculiar when he went red himself and struggled to explain himself. Peculiar? Was that the right word? No. No, the correct word was... cute. His reaction to his words was cute.

"So much for the stingy guy I judged you to be," Esme laughed and patted his shoulder twice. "Loosen up. You're a guy. Have your fun."

Now unsure what else to do, she returned to the coffee colored couch and plopped onto the cushions, hands folding neatly behind her head in the form of a pillow.

Benjamin watched the two fellow Reapers discuss something. But something other then the conversation interested Benjamin. It was the interaction that took place before the newer one, one the stronger individual had with himself. It wasn't a verbal conversation but the way the kids eyes moved and his body language suggested that possibly he was having a inter monologue. Maybe with someone "new" considering the shocked look he had. This theory increased whenever he began to speak. He used different mannerisms and speech patterns. Definitely someone different but the same at the same time. Either way this mystery would have to be solved at a later date. Now was the matter of what Benjamin wanted to do. Before he had a chance to sit back down Esma sat next to him.

"So what's his name?" Benjamin said as if he hadn't been ease dropping the full conversation.
"Also I was wondering if you would like to spar with me in the training dojo. I hear we all have something called a Death Weapon and I would be delighted to see your and the skill you have obtained along with it." Benjamin said wearing his fake smile once again.
"What do you say?"

Soma sighed. Even though he wanted to say that to her, he would have never done so in a million years! "What the hell are you doing?!" The white wolf let out a snicker. "Like I said. I'm helping you out." "How is this helping me out." "Let's put it this way: It's to help you become stronger." "Stronger? How is embarrassing myself in front of a girl going to help me get stronger?" Ookami let out a frustrated sigh. "You really need to learn how to communicate your true feelings towards other people. This helps you make bonds with people. The stronger your relationship, the stronger you get." "Tch. I don't need other people to help me get stronger." Ookami ignored Soma as he went on. "Let's say you developed a very strong bond with a person, say it be a best friend, sister, or soul mate? Wouldn't you try to do anything in your power to protect them? That's what I'm trying to tell you! You will both strive to get stronger to protect each other." "I don't get what your saying." Soma shook his head. "I know. But you'll get it soon enough. Anyway, I think you should try and use me for the first time." Soma was confused. "But what ARE you?" The wolf smiled mischievously. "That's for me to know and for you to find out, huh?" Soma looked over to where the girl sat down. Talking to Ookami was extremely tiring and annoying but it somehow brought a sort of peace to his mind.

Esme began to talk to the guy next to her and he overheard something about sparring. At the mention of fighting, a strange excitement surged through his body and he felt Ookami growl. "This is our chance, Soma!" "Yeah, For some reason I'm itching for a battle, even though I've never really fought for real before." Back when he was living on the streets of Britain, Many fights broke out between the homeless for food or territory. They were all just unorganized brawls, not worthy to be called 'fights'. Soma narrowed his eyes at the boy. There was something about him that Soma just didn't like. His smile was as fake as plastic and the way he talked just didn't seem to come out.... natural.... as if he was forcing an act of some sort. Anyway, he wasn't really looking for enemies, so he decided to let it go. "C'mon.... Let's go." Pulling his hood over his face Soma quietly strode towards the two. This was about to get interesting.

Esme blinked as Benjamin questioned of the guy's name. "Soma," she replied simply. Her response almost seemed cold, maybe as if she didn't want to talk to him at that moment. Truth be told, she truthfully didn't want to talk to anyone. She'd never worked with others before and she wasn't about to start today. People weren't trustworthy. Both these boys seemed to be hiding something, though whatever it was she couldn't be sure. Benjamin seemed to be pleasant enough, but with her experience nobody was this pleasant. And Soma. Well, she was still a little flustered by his introduction. Stunning? Was that the word he had used to describe her? She brushed away the memory before the heat rushed to her face once more.

"Also I was wondering if you would like to spar with me in the training dojo. I hear we all have something called a Death Weapon and I would be delighted to see your and the skill you have obtained along with it." Benjamin said, cutting through her thoughts. "What do you say?"

Sparring? While she would never admit it, Esme had been a fighter back at her home-town. If someone had bread and she needed it to feed her family, she wasn't just going to ask politely for the food. Then again, didn't every poor household do this? If you wanted to survive you fought tooth and nail for it. She had scars from her personal wars that dotted her arms and back -- she'd always been careful as to keep her face away from her opponents. But to fight for practice? To challenge themselves against each other? The idea didn't seem appealing at all. Yet something about Benjamin's way of questioning her made her feel as if he was testing her, challenging her. If she backed down would he think she was weak? That boiled her blood.

"Fine," she said, startling sea-green gaze examining him with a masked frown. The girl sat up Indian style. Benjamin reminded her of a rich kid. Maybe he was. Either way, she didn't like his attitude or that smile he so often wore on his lips. "Don't you underestimate me," she added coldly and stood with her hands shoved into her pockets.

Benjamin took in both statements from the two people around him. Both seemed pretty confident in there skills. A little too confident if you asked him. They seemed as if they expected him to be weak, as if being rich made him a weakling. He had been chosen to this acadamy for a reason. No he hadn't fought in any real fights, minus a few school yard debates as he called them. Little did they know he was the top fencer at his school and thanks to his large fortune hired a skilled samurai to teach him how to fight as a samurai. This didn't make Benjamin confident in fact he felt cautious of these two. He had no clue how they fought, so maybe he could use this chance as an opputunity.

"Wait."Benjamin said looking as if in deep thought. "Why don't you two spar, that way you have a equal opponent, I grew up a spoiled life so I don't have much fighting experience, I would be destroyed swiftly. Added to the fact you two know each other more then I knoew each other maybe it'd be better for you two to have a spar, i'll take the winner if it's not to big of a bother." Benjamin said standing up with a smile.

When he stood up Benjamin felt some static between his fingers. It was a wierd sensation. It was as if his weapon wanred a fight. Vicious and ready to kill. It felt evil. Whomever this weapon belonged to previously taught it some evil traits, that much Benjamin was sure of. Whatever the case Benjamin had more pressing expirements to take place in for now. He would take more interest in the scyth once he got back to his room.

Soma narrowed his eyes at the boy. He seemed to be hiding something. Weak? Something about that didn't seem right. His eyes were not that of an ignorant spoiled brat who was sheltered his whole life. It was a intelligent look that observed everything and anything. The eyes of an experienced fighter and strategist. Suddenly, Soma felt a surge of energy pass through the air. It was almost.....sinister. The feeling sent cold chills running down his spine. "What was that?" Soma felt Ookami stir. "I don't like the aura of that boy. It almost seems, evil. I know this feeling. I've felt it before but I can't quite put my finger on what it is just yet. Maybe when we fight him, I'll remember. " Soma nodded inwardly. Turning his gaze to Esme he grinned. He might as well be playful and friendly toward her since she had already seen 'THAT' side of him. It was no use treating her coldly like every one else. It was time to show someone his "true" fellings, just like the wolf said. "Well, here I go. I hope your right about this, Ookami." "C'mon. Let's see what you can do. I'm looking forward to seeing what my teammate can do. I'll need you to watch my back after all, huh?"

Ookami grinned. "That's the way!" Soma rolled his eyes. "Glad your enjoying this. By the way. Are you going to tell me what you are?" "Patience. You'll know in time."

Esme blinked at Benjamin's words. Though she was facing the opposite direction, she cast her gaze over her shoulder to examine his stance, his features. God, why did she get such bad vibes from him? He seemed kind and wasn't at all bad looking - she wasn't about to pretend that she hadn't been wooed by his playful winks - yet there was something about him that made her nervous. Her skin prickled nervously. What the hell is this guy thinking...?

"C'mon. Let's see what you can do. I'm looking forward to seeing what my teammate can do. I'll need you to watch my back after all, huh?" Soma said, startling her.

Teammates? That didn't sound at all appealing. Which of these two was she more wary of: Benjamin or Soma? Both were definitely taller and stronger than her, but their physical bodies weren't what was raising the alarms. It was something more. Something she couldn't see but could feel instead.

"Fine," the girl said and folded her arms. "But you-" she paused and turned her full attention to Benjamin, sea-green eyes looking him over. "Who exactly do you think you are? 'I'll take the winner if it's not too big of a bother', 'I don't have much fighting experience, I would be destroyed swiftly'. Don't pretend you aren't confident enough to fight first. You'll take winner? If you don't have the fighting experience you say you don't, then why would you take the winner?"

Her cool gaze darted to meet the startling purple of Soma's eyes. "You're a fool if you think you're tricking anyone," she continued, flicking her gaze back to Benjamin briefly to show she was still talking to him. Her full attention then shifted to Soma. "Give me twenty minutes to prepare," she said in a warmer voice before turning on her heel and heading back towards her room. However, Esme paused before she had made it out the door. "And Benjamin," she added with a frown in her voice, "I don't want you watching our battle." With that, she retreated.

Benjamin was startled by the statement Esma had made towards him. Maybe he took a to straight forward approach towards his act, he knew he should have took more acting classes as his mom said. Nevertheless it seemed as if they weren't exactly "buying" his act so it was about time he dropped it, but yet not. Even though they may have seen through it, it wasn't time for them to see the real Benjamin.

"Well then I apologize if you feel that way." Benjamin said with a smile, " I feel as if I am being painted as a villain here. I was simply stating how I fel.." before Benjamin could finish he felt a sharp pain between his fingers, then his entire arm began to burn. Before He knew it his body was in pain. He wouldn't put it on besides his eyes which were straining from the pain. Then it hit him. A face something evil something so strong Benjamin could barely feel his body anymore. Everything went numb, then a cough. Benjamin stopped it with his hand, but it was painful. He looked into the palm of his hand, black.

Benjamin began to feel the room shacking and before he had time to say another word a feeling of emergency made him push his way away from his allies. He pushed his way through and rushed towards his room. He reached the door and flung it open. Rushing into the room, he slammed the door behind him, almost immediately falling to his knees, he felt his breathe escape him. It was as if something was eating away at him. He coughed again and black blood poured out.

Your losing it kid!

What was that? Who was talking? Where did it come from?

Benjamin looked around the room in panic. Within seconds his scythe appeared in his hand.

I am your new life..Grim the Reaper.

Soma nodded to Esme as she walked off. In a playful tone, he called after her. "Don't be late, idiot. I still haven't payed you back for tripping me earlier." Benjamin began to make an apology but suddenly he was cut off. He seemed in pain and that same sinister feeling Soma felt earlier came again, with much greater force. "Hey. What's wrong with you? Are you-" Benjamin suddenly stood up and coughed nastily. Black blood came out onto his hand and he sprinted off to his room. "Hey!" Was there something wrong with him? Soma wondered why that feeling keep coming back. Soma examined the blood on the ground. It wasn't natural, as if something were eating him up on the inside. "Do you have any idea what's going on?" Soma asked the white wolf. Ookami didn't reply. "Hey!" "I'd never thought I'd see HIM, again." Ookami materialized on the ground in front of Soma. There was a solemn look in his eyes and the boy knew something was wrong. "What's troubling you. You've seen 'this' before?" "Yes. That what you just saw..... was Grim the Reaper." "The what?" Ookami turned and began walking towards the training dojo, his paw steps making no noise on the ground. "It doesn't matter right now. I was afraid he would appear again. But I need to teach you a few things before I explain. Come."

Soma silently followed the white wolf down the hall. This was all wrong. What was going on?

Benjamin's head was pounding. Grim Reaper? What the hell was going on. There was deffinetly a stillness within Benjamin's head. A almost scary stillness as if he would be the reason he died. Whatever was going o. It was scary. Benjamin paused before thinking of what to say next.

Okay Grim. What do you want from me. You obviously wouldn't reveal yourself if you just want to say hi. So go ahead make you stance and i'll see if being in communication with you is wise.

Benjamin sat on his bed patiently looking at his scythe. The same scyth that casted the imagine of the demon in his head.

Such cocky words for someone who is scared. Either way i've spent the past hour or so lloking through your memories and I have to say your a pretty fucked up kid. Nevertheless I like your style. I am the Grim Reaper. I've collected more souls in my day then the old man himself, I even ran this school once upon a time, that was untill I decided I wanted to live forever, then thing's got bad. But we can save that story for a later date. There are more pressing matters I want go discuss with to discuss with you.

First off you should know I'm not as evil as my aura entails, i'm way worse. I've killed more people then you have even met and I commited more sins then God himself created, with that said, i'm really a nice guy at heart. And powerful. But the only way you'll see my nice side or my true pottential is if yousign a contract, it'll let you have all of my power and energy with one cut back. You have to eat a human soul once every month. What do you say? What's one human soul to ultimate power really?

Obviously this was a trick Benjamin thougjt, but the idea was almost impossible to pass up on.