Shoo

She practically growled at him, after the fifth poke or so, and abruptly sat up in her seat, turning to face him. “Ugh, okay, fine. Just- don’t freak out, got it?” She pointed at him, not even waiting for a reaction. “Okay. We live in Death City. You and I are students at the DWMA, the Death Weapon Meister Academy. W-” KaKura was interrupted by a nurse walking into the eating room. “Soul?” He called, looking around the room for movement. The meister stood, and walked over to the nurse, the other in tow. “I’ll tell you later.” She whispered to him as they were pulled back into triage.

Death City? Death City?! Who names a place death? Wait…did this mean..he was dead? Was this some sort of twisted heaven limbo type deal? Looking around with wide eyes, he started to think everyone around him was a ghost. He was dead…that was it. He fell and split his skull open or something. Following the nurse, he didn’t want to know what awaited him. Escape. He needed an escape plan and fast. 

The nurse lead the two back, sitting Soul in the big chair and doing routine things, taking his blood pressure, temperature, drawing blood for testing, etc. KaKura noticed that the white haired boy looked rather nervous in the chair and she bit her lip, knowing he was probably freaking out about what she just told him. The nurse walked away to go consult with a doctor or something, so the girl turned to face the other again. "Okay, so, DWMA. Well.. The students there are kind of special. We work in the partner system, one is theweapon, the other is the meister. Basically...." She sighed. "The 'weapons' can literally turn into weapons to kill these demon things... called kishin." The meister paused, biting her lip and letting the other take everything in. "Listen, I swear I'm not crazy, you can ask the doctor or the nurse or anyone, just- I'm not lying."

KaKura scowled at him for that name, standing up and brushing a palm against her cheek, cringing when her skin met a gooey substance. “Ugh, whatever you say, dweeb. I’m gonna go take a shower, have fun cleaning up.” She practically ran into the bathroom down the hall and...

She raised an eyebrow, laughing. “I think you already got me, /schnookums/.” She winced at how annoying the pet name sounded, but he started it.

"Oh. Oh no I didn’t. Not yet anyway. Sleep with one eye open cupcake.” Soul wasn’t through with her, not in the least bit. He still had things up his sleeves. 

KaKura scowled at him for that name, standing up and brushing a palm against her cheek, cringing when her skin met a gooey substance. "Ugh, whatever you say, dweeb. I'm gonna go take a shower, have fun cleaning up." She practically ran into the bathroom down the hall and closed the door so she wasn't roped into doing any cleaning. Stripping as quickly as possible, she threw the soiled clothes into the corner and turned on the water, waiting until it was steaming before stepping in.

"Not gonna tell you…." She sighed, not looking up. If she told him, he would freak out, and run away, probably thinking that she was just fucking with him or something. The girl stood, finished with the papers, and handed them to the person behind the desk before flopping back into the chair next to Soul, rubbing her face and groaning. Why is it always them?

Soul wanted answers, and he wasn’t going to give up that easily. “Tell me.” As she rubbed her face, he poked the side of her head. “Tell me.” Poke. “Tell me.” Poke. “Tell me.” Harder poke than before. He kept doing that over, and over, and over again. If she wasn’t going to crack, he’d just have to change his methods a little bit. 

She practically growled at him, after the fifth poke or so, and abruptly sat up in her seat, turning to face him. "Ugh, okay, fine. Just- don't freak out, got it?" She pointed at him, not even waiting for a reaction. "Okay. We live in Death City. You and I are students at the DWMA, the Death Weapon Meister Academy. W-" KaKura was interrupted by a nurse walking into the eating room. "Soul?" He called, looking around the room for movement. The meister stood, and walked over to the nurse, the other in tow. "I'll tell you later." She whispered to him as they were pulled back into triage.

Her nose wrinkled like she was smelling something terrible. Butter in the ear was really gross. She pushed herself up, leaning back on her elbows and stared up at Soul, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous he looked. “Nice hair, babe.”

His hands automatically flew up to his hair to smooth and shake out whatever was in it. “Now I gotta wash it..blowdry it…re-style it…look what you did.” He playfully rolled his eyes. “Now I’m gonna have to get you back, honey.”

She raised an eyebrow, laughing. "I think you already got me, /schnookums/." She winced at how annoying the pet name sounded, but he started it.

Side-glancing his way, KaKura smirked. “You don’t want to know.” She answered, laughing at the situation beside herself. She scribbled in the easy stuff, like his birth date, blood type, age, allergies. “They’ll give you some soon, stop messing with it and you’ll be fine.” The girl blindly swatted at the others prodding hand, knowing that his fidgeting was only making his head worse.

"So you’re not gonna tell me?" Was he some world champion eater or what? Did he go on game shows and compete for the grand hot dog prize? "Am I the world’s greatest hot dog eater? That’d be…kinda gross if I was. Eating all those hot dogs in one sitting. That’s disgusting…"

"Not gonna tell you...." She sighed, not looking up. If she told him, he would freak out, and run away, probably thinking that she was just fucking with him or something. The girl stood, finished with the papers, and handed them to the person behind the desk before flopping back into the chair next to Soul, rubbing her face and groaning. Why is it always them?

"Oh, my god you did NOT just do that!" She tried to fight it when Soul flipped them over, but he was stronger than her, and ended up sitting on her legs. She squirmed under him when he reached for the butter and practically screamed when it was shoved somewhere butter should...

Her nose wrinkled like she was smelling something terrible. Butter in the ear was really gross. She pushed herself up, leaning back on her elbows and stared up at Soul, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous he looked. "Nice hair, babe."

Her eyes flicked to his chest and a scowl set on her features. “Too many.” Was her only answer, ignoring his ramblings. She opened the door for the both of them and lead the other to the desk at the front of the room. “Hi,” she greeted the man sitting in front of the computers, “my friend here fell about 20 minutes ago and can’t remember a thing.” The computer-man nodded, fingers reaching over to blindly grab a packet of papers on a clip board. He handed them over to KaKura. “Fill these out and bring them back when you’re done, he should be seen momentarily.” The meister nodded, picking up a pen from the desk and moving to sit in one of the available chairs, writing down “Soul ‘Eater’ Evans” in her big, loopy cursive at the top of the first sheet.

Looking over her shoulder while she wrote, he snorted. “Soul ‘Eater’ Evans. My name is lame. Why would I put ‘Eater’ in there?” Shaking his head in disbelief, he looked at her puzzled. She would know everything about him, so he figured she would know this. His head still ached a little, and he put his hand gingerly to where it hurt. “You got any aspirin?”

Side-glancing his way, KaKura smirked. "You don't want to know." She answered, laughing at the situation beside herself. She scribbled in the easy stuff, like his birth date, blood type, age, allergies. "They'll give you some soon, stop messing with it and you'll be fine." The girl blindly swatted at the others prodding hand, knowing that his fidgeting was only making his head worse.

The jam was cold and the girl couldn’t repress a shudder that moved through her. With fast reflexes, she snatched two eggs from the counter, one in each hand, and ran at the other, tackling him to the floor. She grinned down at him as she broke one egg into his hair, and,...

"Oh, my god you did NOT just do that!" She tried to fight it when Soul flipped them over, but he was stronger than her, and ended up sitting on her legs. She squirmed under him when he reached for the butter and practically screamed when it was shoved somewhere butter should not be. The girl pushed at the others chest, but eventually just slapped her palms against it. "Oh, my God, okay. Uncle, uncle! Stop!" She cried.

She was so lucky that her eyes were closed, because the flour went everywhere. KaKura felt it go onto her face and fall down into her shirt. Her lips fell open in shock and she furiously wiped at the area around her eyes before opening them. “Oh, my God… You are SO dead.”...

The jam was cold and the girl couldn't repress a shudder that moved through her. With fast reflexes, she snatched two eggs from the counter, one in each hand, and ran at the other, tackling him to the floor. She grinned down at him as she broke one egg into his hair, and, lifting his shirt with her now free hand, the other down his chest.

"C’mon, we have to get you at least checked out. I’ve almost lost you because of a bunch of shit, and I’m not gonna loose you because you got a concussion, fell asleep, and didn’t wake up, okay?" She pulled again on his wrist, making him walk toward the emergency room entrance. "Besides, it’s a totally uncool way to die." She teased, but frowned, remembering that the other probably wouldn’t realize that she was teasing him.

"Dang..how many near-death experiences have I had?" He seemed almost proud of himself for almost dying multiple times. "And there are cool ways to die? I mean..I guess I wouldn’t wanna go out by a concussion. A cool way to die would be to get eaten by a dinosaur that’s time traveled. Other than that, not really."

Her eyes flicked to his chest and a scowl set on her features. "Too many." Was her only answer, ignoring his ramblings. She opened the door for the both of them and lead the other to the desk at the front of the room. "Hi," she greeted the man sitting in front of the computers, "my friend here fell about 20 minutes ago and can't remember a thing." The computer-man nodded, fingers reaching over to blindly grab a packet of papers on a clip board. He handed them over to KaKura. "Fill these out and bring them back when you're done, he should be seen momentarily." The meister nodded, picking up a pen from the desk and moving to sit in one of the available chairs, writing down "Soul 'Eater' Evans" in her big, loopy cursive at the top of the first sheet.

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