AN. Hello! This chapter contains previews for this story. They are in the same order that they will appear in later. No Soul Eater characters will appear in this story, but some may be mentioned in future chapters. Thanks for your time! I hope you enjoy this fic of mine. ~Lem
Introductions
Ayanokoji smirked. She knew she'd win this fight. Haruhi knew it, too.
Ayanokoji had her weapon partner. Haruhi didn't have one of her weapon partners.
The two stood in one of the school's many courtyards surrounded by the tall rosebushes that were common sights on the academy's grounds.
"Takashi."
"Hai."
"Transform."
A long, ebony staff appeared in the small boy's out reached hands.
Reiko couldn't help but admire the stance Mitsukuni Haninozuka took.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Renge Houshakuji."
"What are you?"
"A weapon."
"And... Why are you here?" the twins inquired simultaneously.
"I'm here for my fiance, sillies!"
"Mei, you can't tell anyone."
"Of course. Who would believe me anyways?"
The closet door opened at that moment of all moments, shedding light on the crouched bodies of Mei Yasumura and Haruhi Fujioka.
"Mei? Why are -"
Great. Now another person knows. Haruhi thought as the realization dawned on Kasanoda's face.
"You're a... you're not a..."
Stupid Host Club guidelines.
Kyoya stood in shock.
He couldn't comprehend that the heavenly music he was hearing was coming from his idiotic meister.
This can't be possible.
Kyoya blinked, but his blond, half French, half Japanese meister was still sitting at the piano playing away.
Haruhi gasped, and then her breathing began to grow heavier. Her hands felt as if they were being stabbed with thousands of needles.
She gritted her teeth, but the pain in her hands only intensified.
Kaoru was the first to notice something was wrong.
He quickly transformed back. As he did, he saw Haruhi's free hand rush to grip her other.
Hikaru followed after, but before he had finished morphing, Haruhi fell to her knees; her hands in agony, her eyes shut in pain.
Updated: 6/9/2015