You're... supposed to be dead...

Okay, these two actually met up in an RP I had with someone in the Soul Eater universe at the DWMA, but a more accurate portrayal would be somewhere in Death City.

So, let me explain if you don't know:

Takimori and Travis were really close friends back when they were kids in Scotland. When they were seven, they encountered a bully at school. Travis tried standing up to him, but he was getting beaten up, harshly. Takimori was panicking in place to figure out what to do, until he came up with an idea. He distracted the bully by calling him names, let the bully run up and catch him, where they were in front of the teacher. Once the bully was about to attack Takimori, the teacher immediately stopped the bully, expelled him, and called the ambulance.

This was a very hard time for Takimori of course, since a kid will have trouble trying to convince themselves that his best friend was in the hospital and that he was okay. Visiting time for Takimori came up, but he got a phone call from the hospital. Takimori's parents took the phone first and their faces turned pale. Travis was discovered that he was a weapon and that he had to be sent away from the country, since weapons were not allowed. Takimori's father is a weapon, but he grew up in Japan and came to Scotland as a young adult with his wife, so he doesn't turn into a weapon at random like a child would do. Travis' arm became a chainsaw without him knowing. Takimori's parents thought it would be harmful if Takimori played with Travis since he was a chainsaw. When they hung the phone up, they lied to Takimori that Travis was dead.

They also lied about Travis' funeral, saying that children were not allowed at the funeral, despite Travis being a child himself (but Takimori was 7, he didn't know about funerals). They were actually helping Travis' family move out of the country. Takimori was even more depressed as a child. Being underrated for not being as strong and his best friend was killed, even though his parents knew he was just moving. Takimori then promised that he would get stronger everyday. He blames himself that he didn't have the strength to fight the bully. After asking multiple times for his father to help him train, the parents talked for a while and finally agreed. After physical training, gymnastics and learning how to use weapons, Takimori became strong. He mastered all the weapons his father taught him and gymnastics. He vowed to protect his loved ones after training.

Now that this has been explained, here's the story behind this sketch.

Takimori's POV

I wanted to take some free time off after school for a while. I sat down under a tree, shading me from the sun on this cool spring. I wanted to think about my life so far. Battling people, getting "Soul Forced" to get back to normal, and all my friends I've met here.

Friends...

I sighed and closed my eyes. My first friend wasn't here at the DWMA, it was Travis. The cheerful, funny, bright-eyed kid that was always so damn curious about everything and would also convince me to see what he's discovered. Adventures, we would call it. I loved all the adventures. There was this one time, we would go deep into the woods and pretend we were dungeon seekers, finding ruins, stealing treasures, watching out for booby traps and fighting monsters. And when it was raining, we would splash in puddles and pretend we were scuba divers.

...why wasn't life like that here today?

I miss him. He was the closest friend I ever had. Why did he have to die? Why did he have to stand up for me, someone who used to be a scrawny kid that can't man up and confront the bully himself. I trained as hard as I can up until seventeen years old, (which is my current age). I can fight anyone without much of a sweat today, but I think what Travis did back then was better than what I can do now. He basically sacrificed his life for me. I wish that bully would rot. But I bet he was as troubled as I was.

I wish I could've taken Travis' place. He's too happy and carefree to be killed by a bully like that. I deserve to be dead.

Tears started to fall from my eyes.

I deserve to die. I'm weak. I'm worthless. I don't even belong.

I get up from my spot under the tree and walk back to my dorm. A hand reached out to me and grabbed my shoulder. I was about to grab the arm and break it, but this stranger... wasn't a stranger. He looked just like him, but his hair was much longer, but still short and orange like I remembered, his face was like a young man's, his features became sharp and distinct instead of round and soft like a child's. His voice was how I exactly remembered, but different. It was deeper, and the stanger spoke softly. I started to cry again.

"Takimori... is that you? It's me--

--Travis."

He turned me around to face him. His face showed concern yet, happiness. I didn't know what to do. I hugged him tightly and cried on his shoulder, even though our heights are different, and I had to bend a little.

"Taki..."

"Y-you're... supposed t-to be dead..." I stuttered as I tried to speak while crying. Travis hugged back.

"Taki... don't cry.

I'm here now."

Takimori and Travis belong to me.

Enjoy!