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A Sound Soul - Dwells Within a Sound Host

Stein studied the body before him, his gasses glaring over as a frown forms over his lips. Death had said his name was (First Name) (Last Name). He wasn't sure if the boy was a weapon...or meister...or whatever he could be. Lord Death, of course, allowed the doctor to try figuring out what the young male was...but limited him from not dissecting the (hair color) haired male. With a scowl, Stein uses his gloved thumb and index finger to open one of the boy's eyes. Stein then muttered some notes to himself, "(eye color) eyes... (hair length), (hair color) hair...appears to be around (age)..." he mutters lowly before he pulls away his hand, looking over the young man over again before his eyes gleam. He manages to see a pulsing red soul hovering over the boy's chest. A color he has never seen before but he didn't have a hostile aura around it. A frown pulls onto Stein's lips, "Just what are you..." the professor mutters beneath his breath before he lifts his hand, gripping the screw on the side of his head before he begins to twist it, the clicking of it locking within his skull until he is satisfied. He then gives another sigh before he turns, looking over some scalpels that he has resting off to the side. He was about to lift one up until he heard a groan sound from the body on the steel table. He quickly glances over and blinks, "Hn?" he perks a brow as his glasses gleam, making his eyes unseen.

(F/N)'s eyes slowly opened as the sound escapes from the back of his throat. His eyes were a dulled color of (eye color) as he then gives a low grunt, "Wh-Where..." he winces as his eyes close tightly again. His throat stung as he tried to speak, his mouth dry.

Stein notices this and he gives a low hum before he walked off to the side, "You're in my office...at the Death Weapon Meister Academy. DWMA for short..." his voice was low. Monotonous. He filled a small beaker with water, one of the only things he had around. It was clean, of course. For the most part. He walked back over toward the (Hair color) haired boy and he held out the beaker to the boy. He looked up at Stein questioningly, "It's just normal water..." Stein says to reassure the boy. (F/N) looked over the beaker before he moves to sit up, wincing again before he takes the water. Looking down to it once more with a weary gaze before he takes a few gulps, feeling the relief wash down his throat to make the pain in his throat go away.

Finally, after sighing, the (eye color) eyed male looks back over toward the professor, parting his lips to say something but he didn't find the words to say and simply lowered his gaze. Stein watches over him silently, his hands buried deep within his pockets as he awaited the boy, whatever he may be, to speak, "...what...happened...?"

"I was hoping you would be able to tell me, young man." Stein brings out a cigarette from his pocket and leaves it to rest between his lips before he brings up a match and lights the small stick before he takes a puff, separating the cigarette from his lips to allow the smoke to drift up from his mouth.

"...I-I...I don't remember..." (F/N) muttered lowly, "I don't remember anything...I just..." he trails off before lowering his head slightly.

"Do you remember your name...? Or what you may be...?" Stein perked a brow as he presses his glasses up a bit as he looks over the younger male.

(F/N) looks up toward Stein for a moment before he looks to the side and thinks for a moment. Any memories he did have were in a haze. He closes his eyes and soon after, shakes his head slowly, "...I'm sorry...no..." the boy answered honestly, "I don't remember anything..." Stein hums lowly before he then heavily exhales.

"Well...let's see what you can do then...once you're rested and fed..."

-Two Months Later-

The Chainsaw-Scythe shifted back into a white haired male after finishing off another kishin. He takes hold of the blue soul and looks back to (F/N), smirking as his red and green eyes gleam, "That marks 62, (F/N)." the boy says as he nears the soul to his mouth and swallows it down. (F/N) chuckles lightly and rolls his shoulder before he looks around, his eyes gleaming to make sure no other kishins were around. Luckily, they seemed to have gotten rid of the last one. With a sigh, (F/N) turned back to his partner and crosses his arms, "Gotta be some sort of record or something..." the weapon smirks as he looks up toward the moon. Watching as its laugh echoes out, the blood dripping down from its teeth.

"Come on, Break, we should head back to Lord Death...report what we have." (F/N) smiles toward his partner. The weapon glances back toward him again and grins brightly.

"Roger, Cap'." Break smirks and goes to follow after (F/N) but pauses for a moment and glances back, his eyes narrowing a bit.

"What's wrong...?" (F/N) blinks as he looks back over toward him. Break sets his jaw for a moment and his eyes narrow.

"Not sure...something doesn't feel-" His eyes suddenly go wide before he dashes to push (F/N) out of the way as a green flame suddenly shoots up in the area where they once were. Break grits his teeth as he shields his master from the flames until they die down. (F/N) looks up to him and he grits his teeth slightly.

"Are you alright, Break...?" the (hair color) haired boy asks his weapon. Break winces a bit as he looks to a burn on his left arm but nods nonetheless.

"Fine..." Break looks up and his eyes narrow as he sees a figure, "(F/N)..." Break mutters as he goes to stand, helping his master to his feet. (F/N) follows his gaze and his eyes narrow a bit before he gives a short nod to his weapon. Break glances toward him before he gives a short nod in return before he shifts back into his chainsaw scythe form. (F/N) effortlessly caught the weapon and gazes back up toward the figure.

The body nears, a morbid creature beginning to cackle as it staggered in their direction. It appeared to have some characteristics of a human, "Well if it isn't his spawn..."

"What are you talking about, witch..." (F/N) growls as he grips the weapon tighter, getting into a stance. The witch cackles again and grins as she gets closer, flames beginning to gather around her.

"Be careful, (F/N)...we're not ready to go against a witch yet...it might be best if we go flight instead of fight..." Break looks over to (F/N) through the reflection of the gleaming scythe blade. Said (eye color) eyed male glances over before he swallows thickly and glances back to the witch.

"Yeah, I agr-"

"COWARDS!" the witch screeched before twin balls of fire form in her palms before she throws them forward, aiming for (F/N). The (hair color) haired boy grits his teeth before he quickly jumps to the side to evade being burned by the blaze, wincing slightly as it grazes his arm slightly but he managed to block the worst of the attack.

"Break! Sniper Mode!"

"Roger, Boss!" Break's weapon form shifts a bit, the blade folding down toward the base of the weapon and the motor clicking into place, a belt of bullets falling past the side of where the motor once was before the base of the blade then thrusts forward, becoming the barrel of the gun. (F/N) lifts it effortlessly and aims through the scope provided, a stand sprout out of the gun to keep the rifle steady before he fires, the recoil being reduced now so he manages to send multiple bullets toward the witch. The witch screeches as a few of the bullets manage to pierce through her flesh and her eyes flare, glaring toward the meister and weapon. The (eye color) eyed boy grits his teeth a bit before he aims toward the witch's head, tightening his finger around the trigger and blasting through the witch's skull. Her body convulses, blood heavily streaming down the newly open wounds as her voice begins to crack.

"I-I-I-Im...p-p-possible..." the witch mutters before she releases a deafening scream, her head being thrown back and her arms extending toward the moon. Soon, her scream silences and she crumples back onto the stone pavement behind her. Crimson tear dots forming in her eyes before they trail down the sides of her face and join the blood pooling beneath her. Her eyes are widened and glossy. The moon's taunting gaze reflecting back through her lifeless eyes, "...A-at least...I aid...m-m-my master...wi-with you... d-d-devouring...m-m-my...s-sou-soul...." she begins to cackle again before her breathing ceases. Her body is then slowly ripped apart before a purple soul is produced. Break reforms into his human form and gazes over, his eyes slightly wide before he looks back over toward his partner.

"...did we...did we really win...?" the weapon questions hesitantly, "It seemed almost too easy..." he frowns and gazes back over toward the witch, exhaling a bit, "...but there's her soul...do we take it...?"

(F/N) was quiet. His eyes locked on the soul produced before him and his lips pressed together into a thin line. He then glances back over toward Break again, "Not sure if it will count against making you a death scythe...but..." he crosses his arms and glances back to the violet hued orb, "...I suppose...we at least earned it..."

Break glances over and peers into the (eye color) eyes of his partner before he then grins and offers a thumbs up, "Great job as always, boss." he looks back over toward the soul before them before he hums and goes to step toward it. He swallows before he begins to reach out to grab the orb but the soul suddenly catches on fire, making the weapon recoil and watch as it burns to ash. Both remain silent. Eyes widened as they look down to the pile of grey ash at their feet. Break then swallows and looks back toward his meister, his brows furrowed a bit before he then crosses his arms, "...should we report this to Lord Death...?" he questions lowly before he then bites his bottom lip.

(F/N) frowns at the name. Though it's already been a while since he's been acquainted with the shinigami, he could still sense the distrust from not the Grim Reaper himself, but those that work beneath him. They always stared at the (hair color) haired male with eyes that made the boy distance himself from any of the others. He didn't need the Reaper to distrust him as well...especially because of this incident, "We'll keep this between ourselves for now..." the young male replied to his weapon, "We don't even understand ourselves what just happened..." he mutters as he then turns on his heel.

Break watches after (F/N) as he walks back toward the academy. His eyes holding a sympathetic look behind them before he exhales and lowers his head for a brief moment but he then closes his eyes and trails after his meister, "Always trust thy partner..." he says beneath his breath as he follows the (eye color) eyed male, his partner, back to their home.

(( So, tell me what you guys think for this intro chapter xD it’s kinda quick, but I have to make it like that because I don’t want to keep people waiting on me for a while. I’d rather post quickly so I can get back to the AitCoH story and also work on my Oneshot :3 Please comment and tell me your thoughts on anything!

Thanks,

Snow ))