A young boy wearing a long white lab coat brushed gray hair from his eyes revealing a fresh scar that went from below his ear, around his right eye and over the top of his ear.

His gray eyes glinted with amusement as his partner gasped "Stein what happened!?"

Stein dropped his hand dismissively after flicking away a bit of blood that had dripped from the scar. "Spirit, I honestly don't understand why you worry about me. And it was just another experiment. Now catch up, or we'll be late for class again." Stein replied nonchalantly as he hurried into the academy.

Spirit grabbed his books and hurried after his meister, red hair flowing out behind him. As he hurried up the steps a few girls waved at him. Spirit gladly waved back at them but as he passed a girl with glasses and long black hair he straightened up and didn't dare look her in the eye.

These boys were students at the Death Weapon Meister Academy, more commonly known as the DWMA. Stein was a meister, which meant he had a weapon partner, who was Spirit. The job of the meister was to collect ninety-nine evil human souls and one witch soul. Once they had collected all the souls, the weapon would become a Death Scythe; a weapon used by Lord Death himself.

The two boys were the youngest partnership. Most partners were made when the weapon and meister were at least twelve years old, but Stein had made Spirit his partner when he was eight years old, and they were a very powerful team as well.

Stein took his seat in class and opened his science book to a page where it showed all the organs of a frog. There was something else about Stein that scared many other people. He saw everything in the world as a specimen to be experimented on, including himself.

"Spirit, Stein, Lord Death wants to speak to you in the Death Room, " the teacher called up. Stein slammed his book shut and stood up to walk out. Spirit was right behind Stein, grabbing his own books as well. As they left the classroom, a blonde boy wearing headphones came into the classroom.

Spirit muttered "Hi Justin," as he passed the boy.