Sitting in my dorm room at the academy I stared at my things. I'd brought them from the apartment, my sister deciding to move in with a friend of hers from school. At least I wouldn't have to put up with much. She thought it was great that I was accepted by the academy. Since then I'd been able to bring a number of things from the apartment to my dorm room. But what I'd found among my father's things that we'd been keeping in storage was taking my attention. I sat on my bed, with a katana in my lap. The hilt was black, with small diamond shaped studs set in it, the cloth tied tightly in place. The sheath was made of a wood I couldn't identify but at the same time it was designed beautifully painted red and gold. Gripping the hilt I drew the blade from the sheath. The blade was polished to a mirror finish, with a deep red tint. It almost looked like the blade had been forged using blood as a way to cool the blade. Or at the very least used to polish the blade so it took the bloody looking tint.
Smiling gently I ran my hand over the blade before sheathing it again. According to everything we could find when mom died, dad collected various stuff. Things that had been sold to pay for various bills. But mom never talked about him much so we didn't know how he died. But apparently he'd left baseball cards, this sword, and a few things that Kaoru had taken and sold for a few things.
To admit it I missed her, but at the same time. I wanted privacy as well. I would see her again, sooner or later. Life was funny that way. You couldn't stand your siblings for years, and wanted nothing but to get away from them. And then, when you were finally away from them, you missed them, and wanted to see them. I was feeling that now, but worse I was feeling a strange sort of kinship with the blade in my hands. It felt familiar, and yet as I stared at it, I couldn't help but wonder why I knew it from somewhere. I had never seen it before finding it the other day.
Raising the weapon I drew it again, standing there in my bedroom. The Growlancer was on my right hand, pressed to the hilt of the katana. Frowning I watched it, my eyes narrowing as the weapon began to glow softly, slowly changing. The hilt guard glowed and I felt the Growlancer vanish. I watched the gold slowly cover the entire weapon, giving it a bright shiny coat before it ceased it's glowing and returned to normal. The ring was missing from my hand as I stared at the weapon, looking it over. Frowning I wondered where it was and to my amazement the blood red katana glowed and began to vanish. The outline of the Growlancer ring formed on my hand before filling in as the weapon seemed to dissolve into a golden liquid that turned into the ring.
"Wow. This thing is very cool." I said, smirking gently.
I stared at the ring on my hand and nodded gently as I waited. I willed it forth, the ring vanishing into a golden liquid much like it had when it had vanished. But unlike before this was in reverse. The ring formed the weapon in a quick motion before the katana took it's usual color in his hand. Drawing it back he swung it before spinning it in his hand. At t he same time he again willed it back into the ring form. And following the pattern again it took the ring form. This was going to be a very neat little ring, but how was I supposed to get the sword back.
"You ate my father's sword... Give it back." I said.
The ring once more took the form of the sword, as if that was what I had told it to do. I glared at the ring as if it were a disobedient child. Shaking the sword in my hand I froze as the door opened. Turning I noticed one of the girls from one of my classes. She just stared at me with the sword, looking as if she'd just caught me masturbating. Closing the door she backed up and left.
"Oh great... Now I look like a crazy person..." I say, my anger again directed to the weapon in my hand.
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