A.B.T. Back again for more Soul Eater fanfiction! WhoooO! Hope you enjoy, and I'll be able to write more because I'm officially done with my first year of college.

The door opened and the class went completely silent within seconds. The teacher walked swiftly, her boots making a dull thud with each impact as she made her way to the podium, her dirty blonde pigtails swishing back and forth in time with her steps. Once at the podium, the woman dropped the thick textbook in her hands onto it, causing an echoing thud that reverberated through the room. The cover of the book was completely black save for its title in white, cursive letters that read "Phasmology 101."

"Welcome to Phasmology 101," she began, her green eyes quickly scanning the room and taking in both the number of students and their names from the seating chart she had memorized the night before.

"I am Maka Evans, three star Scythe-Meister, creator of the current Death Scythe, and your instructor for this class." There was no response from the students, and some even seemed to cower from her determined gaze as it passed over them: something that was common amongst first year students of the Death Weapon Meister Academy. All but one boy, with shoulder length blonde hair that spiked around his head randomly and had blue streaks in it here and there. He was tipping his chair back, his hands behind his head and his eyes closed, and he was resting his currently bare feet on the table in front of him. He had a relaxed smirk on his face, and the two seats to his left were empty. Maka scowled and narrowed her eyes at the boy, whom stirred and frowned, opening one sea blue eye.

"Ixion Sparks?"

"Yes Mo...Mrs. Evans?" the boy responded, grinning nervously at the icy stare she was currently throwing in his direction. He had caught himself before he said "mom" and remembered what had happened last time he had slipped and called her that in class, and that Phasmology book looked a lot bigger than the last edition.

"You wouldn't happen to know where Altezio is, would you?" she asked, as Ixion knew she would. His best friends words rang out in his mind then ("Don't tell mom where I am today, 'kay?") Of course, Ixion knew full well where Altezio was, but he tried to be confident as he lied.

"I...ah...couldn't tell you. He was gone when I woke up this morning..." Her glare intensified, and the boy knew that he had been caught in his lie.

"Eheh..."

Meanwhile...

"Well Summers? You sure talked a big game about your Weapon Form. Let's see it!" called one of the boys from the crowd. Standing in the center of the crowd was a Weapon and Meister. One, the one that had been referred to as "Summers," was a girl with bright red, curly hair that hung down on either side of her face in the front, and the back was tied in an equally curly high-ponytail that was spilt out and back, reaching just above the small of her back. Six silver highlights could be seen within the ponytail. She had a scowl on what would have otherwise been a rather attractive face, and her dark brown eyes burned with an angry intensity.

"C'mon, let's just get out of here, Karin. This isn't cool at all," said the boy behind her, who was currently leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. His hair, snow white in color, lay atop his head in a shaggy mess, and his emerald green eyes looked tired and bored.

"Oh don't be a chicken shit, Tez," she began, glaring back at her Meister, "just get over here so I can transform already!" WIth a sigh of defeat, the white haired boy shoved himself away from the wall and next to his partner. The boy held out his hands before him, and as soon as he did this the girl was enveloped in a flash of light and she seemed to leap into his arms as she changed. Once the light was gone, all that remained was a sleek electric guitar, hanging from the boys neck. It was plugged into a small amplifier that was clipped to the boys belt.

"Happy now?" the boy asked, lazily wrapping his fingers around the instrument's neck while, with his other hand, he reached up and produced a skull shaped guitar pick from behind his ear. Everyone was silent in the crowd, save for one boy who began to laugh at them.

"What, is that it? the culprit cried, stepping forward to the front of the crowd, "Really Summers? Is that the best you've got? Here, let me show you a real weapon!" From out of the crowd a small, meek looking boy stepped up to the one speaking.

"Nii-chan...do we have to fight them today?" he asked with a bit of a blush. He was obviously nervous in front of so many people.

"No, not today," the older boy said, "Today we just get to show off." The little boy smiled at this, obviously pleased. Then, showing physical prowess that was quite unexpected, the boy leapt into the air, doing a little flip as light enveloped him and he transformed into a gargantuan blade that did one more flip before slamming into the ground, embedding itself into the floor. The weapon was all blade except for two handles in the dull side, near the bottom of it. There was also a hilt where it would normally be, but the older boy didn't grab the the weapon by that handle, but rather the two aforementioned ones. With an effortless heave, he pulled the blade from the ground and hefted it over his shoulder with a cocky smirk on his face.

"Just so you know, my name is Alex, wielder of the Zweihander, my little brother Luzo. Scared yet?" At this, laughter could be heard coming from the at Tez's hip before Karin said, "Oh yeah, suuuuure. We're scared all right. What, you trying to compensate for something with that big sword?" There were many "Ooooo's" from her comment, and Alex scowled.

"Luzo...I think I've changed my mind. You okay with that? The boys face appeared in the blade.

"She's going to pay for making fun of nii-chan, huh?"

"Yup." The younger boy didn't seem very happy about it, but he nodded his head and vanished.

"Let's show this guy what's what, Tez!" cried Karin from the amp. The boy merely rolled his eyes and raised the pick high before bringing it down on the guitar strings, playing a low A chord. The strings began to glow as the two infused their wavelengths into the sound, creating a powerful shockwave. Alex wasn't ready to block the attack. Hell, he wsan't even sure how to block it. So the result was the boy, as well as a good portion of the crowd, being knocked back a couple of feet.

The girl tranformed partially back to her human form, her upper body extending out of the face of the guitar. This position burdened the girls partner somewhat but he didn't show it, keeping his balance with all the strength he could provide. The girl didn't notice as she pulled down her eyelid and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Nyeeeeeh! Did you learn your lesson, tough guy?" she teased as Alex stood, his brother transforming and helping him to his feet. He looked furious.

"That was a cheap shot, Summers!"

"Hey, you asked for it!" she fumed back at him.

"Whatever. This isn't over. C'mon Luzo, let's go," Alex said as he turned and stalked away. Luzo stayed behind for a moment.

"I'm sorry...he get this way when he loses."

"Luzo!"

"Coming!" the young boy replied as he ran after his older brother. Karin, however, wasn't about to let this go and transformed the rest of the way, her aim to follow and continue her argument, but she was stopped by a light hand on her shoulder. She turned back angrily to see her partner.

"Just let it go.

She stared at him angrily for a while, her dark eyes meeting his calm, almost drowsy looking green ones. His wavelength brushed against hers and she felt herself beginning to calm as well, as if his gaze were hypnotic. Finally, she let out a frustrated sigh and said, "Fine, let's go. What time is it?"

"Ten thirty," her partner answered as they began to walk away from the slowly dispersing crowd, "Want to catch the rest of class before lunch?"

"Nah." she replied. And so, they walked the halls of Shibusen, waiting for the bell that would signal the end of class so that they could go to lunch. That was, they were until the boy heard a very familiar male voice behind him...one that he had hoped he wouldn't hear at that moment.

"Oi, Tez. Skipping class today?"

Outside Death City

The figure walked slowly through the desert, wearing a white cloak and hood to help with the heat from the desert sun. In his hand he held a chakram connected to a thin black cord that seemed to wrap around his arm in endless coils. Not far off in the distance was Death City.

"We finally made it, Life," the figure said, his parched throat making his voice hoarse.

"Good, then let's get there as soon as possible. Minake will be pleased that we made it here alive," came a womans voice from the chakram. The man smiled at this and continued his trek through the desert.

I hope you all enjoyed this little taste. Oh and I am deciding to hold a contest of sorts. I...know pretty much nothing about guitars. So, I would like descriptions. Whomever can give me the coolest description will have said description featured in the story to the best of my ability. I hope to hear some good ones! Thanks!