It's In The Blood

            “There is a difference between Meister-weapons and weapons that can use someone of the exact same weapon form, such as the Thompson sisters.” Stein-sensei spoke, long since finished with the poor alligator. Brother was leaning forward and taking notes, the red side of his hair standing more on end as he got more curious.

            “What do you mean exactly, Stein-sensei?” the girl with pigtails from a few nights spoke, her hand sticking up in the air.

            “Simple, Maka. Though really rare, to the point that there have only been about three documented Meister-weapons, it is where ones soul, body, and mind are so in tuned together that a person whom can become a weapon can also become a meister of another weapon that does not share the same form. For example, Liz can easily use her sister in weapon form and vice-versa, but wouldn’t be able to use Soul when he’s in weapon form. Now a Meister-weapon would be able to. Maybe a live demonstration would help you better understand?” suggested the mad professor as he turned his screw.

            “Seeing as I’ve already mentioned Liz, would you please come down? And how about Sam and Yang.” Yin looked at me as I stood, walking down the steps and standing next to Stein-sensei. “Right, so we have a meister and two weapons, right?” the class nodded, confirming this. “Okay, Sam, would you please transform?” the pink and lavender haired teen nodded and did as told; transforming into what looked to be two brass knuckles attached by a chain. But what was different about them for normal brass knuckles, they had long blades that reminded me of cats’ claws extending out. Liz, a tall and curvy dirty blond, tried to grab and lift the weapon up by its long chain, but couldn’t even lift her arm.

            “Why’s he so heavy?!” She asked, letting him drop and transform back into his human form.

            “You may return to your seat, Sam.” Said teen nodded and went back to his seat next to his partner. “Think of it as magnets. When two weapons, such as Sam and Liz, try and use each other, their wavelengths repel each other like two magnets of the same pole would. Patty, please join us down here.” A bubbly, and more curvy, fair haired blond joined us. “While a meister and weapon pair is like two magnets of the opposite pole. While a Meister-weapon is like a magnetic item. It doesn’t matter which end of the magnet you use, the item will still be drawn to it.” He nodded to the sisters and they transformed, landing perfectly into my hands.

            Once my skin touched the cool metal of the twin pistols, did I feel the faint residue of their meister’s wavelength. I spun them around, holding them upside-down with my pinky on the triggers.

•Kid’s Point of View•

            “How is she copying my stance?” I asked, leaning forward with wide eyes of molten gold. The perfectly symmetrical woman stood, holding the twin pistols as I would. “What the…” I trailed off, my eyes narrowing at what I was seeing.

            “Her soul just changed!” Maka exclaimed.

            “To Stein’s?” inquired Soul, leaning back in his seat.

            “No! That’s what I was expecting. But her soul changed into Kid’s.”

            Excited clapping could be heard behind us. We all turned around to see the bi-colored boy clapping and smiling. “Sister’s so talented. I wonder if she could pull off a Soul Resonance with them. So exciting! So exciting!” he exclaimed, sounding childish even with his low pitched voice.

            “So I’m not seeing things. Your sister is mimicking my soul.” I stated, leaning back and looking at him. He just blinked a few times, tilting his head to the left.

            “Twin, actually. Though Sister is exactly 2.5 minutes older than myself, we’re twins.” He corrected, smiling. “I wouldn’t say mimicking, because for one to mimic something there would be flaws that differ it from the original. Your weapon partners have residue of your soul wavelength on them, allowing Sister to make a carbon copy of the most compatible soul for that weapon. Such as their meister partner. Though, I’ve personally never smelled her actual soul seeing as hers becomes a carbon copy of mine, carrying the same scent.”

            “Scent? You can smell souls?” Soul questioned, tilting his head back.

            “Yup~” he chirped. “Though, it does annoy Sister if a really tasty smelling Kishin one is nearby. I tend to run off without her.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

            “That’s cool. So you eat Kishin Eggs too?” this soon began a twisted conversation between the two and how souls feel going down ones throat.

•Yang’s Point of View•

            After the whole demonstration was over, did the overhead speakers come to life. “Will Death the Kid, Liz and Patty Thompson, and the Yin-Yang twins report to the Death Room?” Yin stood up and jogged down to me as the sisters changed back, tacking their spot behind the black and white boy. Brother thought it’d be a good idea to latch onto my back. Though I expected him to do it, so I just wrapped my arms around his long legs; shoving my hands deep into my trouser pockets.

            “Kid! Why don’t you give us a piggyback ride?!” complained a voice that sounded more childish and overly high pitched than my brother’s ever would.

            “Because one, I wouldn’t be able to carry both of you on my back. And two, you’d throw off the symmetry.” The young Shinigami stated from behind us. Yin leaned over my shoulder and nipped at the tip of my ear, making it twitch slightly.

            “What’d you think Shinigami-sama wants with us? Are we popular or something? I mean, it’s only our first day and it’s already the second time we’re going to the Death Room~” my younger half stated in excitement, his legs swaying slightly from it.

            “If you don’t stop moving, I’m going to dropping you.” I warned, but he didn’t heed my warning, causing me to let go of his legs. Yin just wrapped his arms around my neck, pressing his front flush against my back as we walked down a few more halls. Soon we were at the door. This time I didn’t bother knocking and just entered.

            “It’s even more amazing the second time!” Yin stated, looking around at the floating clouds. He let go of my neck and rushed forward and standing right by Shinigami-sama, who was petting my younger twin on the head.

            “Hey Kiddo! Your stripes are looking cute, today♥” the skull mask that the God of Death wore looked as if he was smiling a really cheesy grin.

            “Father, they are nowhere near cute. They are a hideous deformity.” The young Death God deadpanned, frowning as he fingered the three horizontal white lines on the left side of his head. Yin was now sitting like a dog by Shinigami-sama’s ‘feet’.

            “Oh, Yang~ hope classes are going well for you~” he happily exclaimed, ignoring his son’s comments about his unbalanced hair.

            Shrugging, I just stood there. “Besides being attacked twice by a blue haired midget that’s clearly compensating… today’s been an okay day.” I stated.

            “Black*Star?” he inquired, tilting his head like an owl. He then waved his overly large and cartoonish hand. “I’ll have a talk with him later, right now I need you two,” he began, referring to me and his son and our partners, “to collect a large group of 24 Kishin Eggs Pompeii, Italy.” He stated, causing Yin’s ears to perk up.

            “That mean we have a mission?” he asked, watching as the masked God smiled and nodded. “Yay! Sister, does this mean I can drive?” Yin looked over at me, his puppy dog eyes tearing at the corners while he stuck out his lower lip. Bringing a hand up to my face, I slowly drag it down, giving him an annoyed look before nodding. “YAY!” he shouted, jumping up and hugging me.

            “Is that all, father?” Kid asked, sounding bored.

            “Yup! Be safe, children!” We were waved off as we left.