Thread: The Ties That Bind A Soul Eater (True Grave & ShyFoxie)

Fuyoko smiled when Aaron laughed a her a bit, she got the sense that he might have been teasing her. Despite the fact she was Japanese and turned into a weapon based on hand to hand combat. She really didn't know much about martial arts or fighting. Before she went into the DWMA, on the behest of her father, who was also a former student, and a meister, she had been trained in things of more of artistic, then combative. She had spent from the age of four to thirteen learning and playing violin. Her mother who was neither a weapon or a meister, insisted that her daughter learn an instrument. For the most part, Fuyoko had spent most of her life, following the whims of her parents, that is until she left to come to America. They had demanded that she stay in Japan and continue waiting till a suitable meister was found for her. But with a possible already found in America she didn't see why she should stay, if she truly wanted to become a great weapon and possibly a Death Scythe shouldn't she do whatever it takes. They weren't happy in fact they were still quite furious when she left, but they couldn't stop her. Fuyoko looked up as the instructor entered the class finally, by all appearances he reminded her of Professor Stein back home. The silver gray hair, all he was missing was glasses, a lab coat, and a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Well that and a body covered in stitches from years of self experimentation and dissections. She listened as he introduced himself as Professor Sigfried and passed out his class agenda for the year. Things seemed somewhat mundane until it was like someone flipped a switch in the teacher. Her eyes grew wide, and Aaron took her hand she sensed his fear, but having spent several years in Professor Stein's class it was very familiar for her to see a crazed look in her teachers eyes, and a change in his demeanor. So she wasn't to uneasy about it. As Professor Sigfried went on about how the rules must be followed or unpleasant thing would happen, she looked over at Aaron and squeezed his hand trying to reassure him that despite this they were safe. Just as she did that, the teacher's demeanor changed back again and he went about writing things on the board. Fuyoko sighed with relief, as Aaron's hand left hers she had a bit of a feeling of sadness. The lesson went along, that was until a pair of students a few desks down start whispering back and forth. There was a twitch from Professor Sigfried again, and he craned his neck around to look at the ones disturbing his class. Fuyoku wondered how he could manage to turn his head like that without it being very uncomfortable. Whisper, whisper, whisper... Sigfried said in the mad tone of voice from before. In a split second he started to make a run for the students, then leapt up to then on the second level of the desks. He crouched down, and then leaned into the the pairs faces. His head doing an odd turn to the right, slightly popping his neck. What pray tell is sooooo important that you have to whisper among yourselves in my class. Hmmmmm?, a crazed smile spread across his face as he reached out to one of them. Taking their face in his right hand, he started to squeeze the boys cheeks together, making him purse his lips. The guys eyes were wide with fear as he looked Professor Sigfried directly in the eyes, their face just inches from one another. Fuyoko was sure that the kid felt the professors breath on his face. I hope... that you're done... cause I'm going to have some important things you need to know, so you can pass your classes this year. And if you don't.... hehehehehehe! he laughed maniacally. The pair that had been talking before vigorously nodded their heads. Goooood, gooooood..., the professor let go of the guys face, then hopped back down to the chalk board. When he turned back to the chalk board his voice calmed again, and he acted as though nothing had just happened. All the students in the class barely breathed for the rest of the lesson.