Death the Kid X Reader Chapter 1

I awoke with a jolt as Damion, my weapon and best friend, jumped on my bed(Mostly me, though) and chanted over and over again," WAKE UP, ______! WAKE UP!!!!!" I groaned and fell out of bed. I felt so tired that I was tempted to stay there.

Damion was a dark blue spiky haired boy with crimson red eyes and lightly sun-tanned skin. I could spot that boy a good while's way. He was often sarcastic and joking, but since he's very shy around new people, I doubt he wants to go to this new school. But that's where we were assigned to, so we had no choice. Today was gonna' be the first day of school, and the only reason I even remembered that was because Damion had been reminding me for the past month.

"______! Your form is complete asymmetrical!!!" my older brother Justin gasped as he nearly fainted at "the horror" that was me sprawled out on my bedroom floor. I sat up and gave him a look that said" Piss off". I know he can't help having O.C.D., but he can be so annoying at the wrong times. When in his "symmetrical mode", he acts formal and polite( and overly dramatic and crazy), but when he's okay, he's very chilled out and fun loving. But I picked up on a few things in order to keep him out of it, so I let him do the house decorating and always have a bag of symmetrical styrofoam shapes and numbers at hand for when he freaks out.

Justin had jet black hair with two dark green highlight streaks on the side of his head. He said it was completely asymmetrical, but the doctor said his body wouldn't absorb the toxins of hair dye, so there was no point. His dark green eyes always had that glitter of determination in them. He was extremely smart, but as a 17 year old boy, he could be very stubborn. The reason his body wouldn't absorb toxins was because he was half reaper. Out ancestors were reapers, so, he had the reaper blood, while I have the weapon and meister.  

Damion face palmed and sighed," How are you related to this nut-job?" I rolled my (e/c) eyes and grabbed my clothes from my drawers," I don't know, Damion. Maybe you should asked my parents!" I said rather harshly. My parents died 5 years ago in a car crash. They left the house to Justin and me, so now we live with our weapons in our kick-ass house. We moved in here during the summer, after Justin had become seventeen, so he could take custody over the house. Since Justin has his symmetrical obsession, his weapons are twins Marcus and Riley. They look a lot exactly alike in weapon form, not so much in human form. But they had the same dark brown hair and same pale, freckled skin.

Marcus was the reckless and headstrong one of the two with bright blue eyes and shoulder length hair. He was often forgetful, but he could make any awkward moment be fun and hilarious. He had a little build, so he was pretty strong for a fourteen year old. He loved to be funny and spontaneous, often blurting out random words to start a conversation.He was a genius when it came to math and geometry, maybe that's why him and Justin got along so well.

But Riley? Riley was a different story....

Riley was very sarcastic and highly technical when it came to battles. She had shining orange eyes and long hair that went down to her hips. She was the smart one and was considered to be the oldest of the two, even if they're the same age. Behind those red framed glasses was a force to be reckoned with. And every once and a while -wait- every DAY, she liked to remind Justin that she wasn't just some symmetrical katana blade. She would be as asymmetrical as possible and rub it all in Justin's face. Even so, I'm just glad that they at least care for each other somewhere in their hearts...... I hope.

I sighed and walked into the bathroom to take a shower, leaving those two boys in my (f/c) room. When I got out I dried my (h/c) hair, brushed my teeth and got dressed into my black tank with the reaper skull printed on it, skinny jeans and my (f/c) hoodie. I headed back to my room and grabbed my sneakers. I slipped them on and ran down the stairs as fast as I could. I called out to every body to come on, but I got no reply.

I saw a note on the kitchen counter and read it out loud;

Dear _______,

I'm sorry that we had to go, but you took so long, and we can't be late!
The last thing we need is to get in trouble on the first day of the
school year, right?
And you know Justin.....
Don't forget that you can't be late, either. I hope you don't get detention!
                                                                 
                                                                  signed,
                                                                              Damion.


My heart stopped. When did they even leave? More importantly, how was I gonna' get there? I was fifteen, so I didn't have my drivers licence yet, and since Damion was my age and the twins are younger than me, Justin was the only transportation. I groaned and ran out of the house. The DWMA wasn't too far from where I lived, so I had no problem walking to school, I just didn't want to. I ran up the steps and barged through the doors. A few students were in the hall at their lockers. I took out a piece of folded paper and examined it. It had everything I needed on it; which subjects I had, what homeroom I was in, my locker number and it's lock combination.

" Okay, 413, 413, 413...." I thought as my (e/c) eyes searched for said locker number. When I found it, I noticed something very strange. Unlike the other black lockers, this one had a giant white number 8 on it with three white rectangle stripes on the top and bottom of the locker door. Weird....

I placed my book bag in my locker and looked at the paper once again. I was in Mr. Stein's homeroom. I walked up and down the halls until I found a door with "Mr. Stein" printed on it. I braces myself for the worst and opened the door. The students that were all talking in their little groups stopped and looked at me. My face flushed and I walked in farther away from the door. The teacher stood and cleared his throat, " Miss (last name), I presume?"

I couldn't even look at him. He was fucking creepy! he had musty grey hair and yellow eyes. His skin looked a little grey too, and he had a horribly stitched scar around his left eye. He wore a white lab coat that was decorated in stitches. Wow, no wonder this guy's last name is Stein...

I gulped," Yes sir."

The teacher chuckled and motioned me to pick a seat," Because you're new, I'll let you off with a warning. But please, do try to be on time."

"Okay.." I searched for a place to sit and found an empty desk at the back of the room in front of Damion, who had his head down on his desk and his arms wrapped around his head like a helmet. A boy who sat across from him was poking at Damion's head continuously. He had vibrant blue hair in a similar style to Damion's but he was slightly taller and had a visibly bulkier build than Damion. He had a star on his bare right shoulder.

When I sat down, he looked at me," Is this guy mute or somethin'?"

" Naw, he's just shy around new people" I removed Damion's vice grip from his head and stuck my hand under the space between his face and the desk. I grabbed his chin and lifted his head to my eye level, "Hey? Damion in that school girl head anywhere?" His face burnt a deep red and he glared at me," Shut up, you little -" I smacked him before he could say anything else," Bad Dami-Wami! What would Justin say?" I teased him and poked him on the nose. Whenever Damion cursed, Justin would hit him over the head with the nearest object and say "That is completely asymmetrical!" and continue to rant about symmetrical things he could compare Damion to.

" That is completely ASYMMETRICAL!!!" Damion said in a snotty British voice. Me and the blue haired guy laughed a lot at his voice and the way he put his hand on his heart and raise his other hand in the air. I looked at the boy while trying to stop my laughter,
" What's your name?" I asked him. He stopped laughing and whipped a tear from his eye,
" Name's Black*Star! And I will surpass God!!" Suddenly, a book came and hit him on the head. A boy about my age picked up the book and dusted it off, placing it under his arm.

He reminded of that locker, in a sense that his color palette contained only black and white, with the exception of the reaper skull bowtie and the reaper skulls on his rings, and his eyes, which glowed a deep gold color. His hair was the thing that struck me as weird; it had three white stripes on the left side of his head, but not the right.

" Don't get him started about that..." the boy said," my name is Death the Kid, Kid for short. And you are?"

" I'm _______"I then pointed towards Damion," And this is my weapon, Damion." Damion mumbled "hi" and shoved his head back into it's position from before. I groaned at him and turned my attention back to Kid," Don't mind him, he's just-" I stopped when I noticed the somewhat creepy way Kid was looking at me, his cheeks slightly red. I raised an eyebrow at him," Uh, hello?" He blinked and continued to stared at me, " You're...... Perfectly symmetrical! How did you do it!?" he grabbed my shoulders and shook me.

"My brother. He has a ..... special thing for symmetry. I guess it rubbed off on me a bit....." his stared dropped from creepy to a general look, and he smiled. It was a rather cute smile, I must say.

"Can I meet him?" Kid asked, his voiced filled with eagerness and plead," Please?"

I couldn't resist that cute smile,"Sure, why not?"