Okay, despite the comments and reviews that I've been getting, I've decided to push through with this story. In case you don't know, I spent about a week collecting Ocs from various authors, then choosing my favorite to be in this new story. I you want to see info on the Ocs or who made them, go to my profile and check out a fanfic called the OC Challenge. So, the way it's going to start is each pair is going to get their own chapter so that they can be properly introduced. This first chapter will focus on my personal favorite meister and weapon that I've paired together. Hope you enjoy it!

A loud knock on the front door awoke the young girl lying on her bed, lost in her dreams. Her eyes opened slightly as she squinted at the unfamiliar plain wall, greeting her in her wake. Then she remembered that she was staying in one of the small apartments that Death City offered until she got a partner. If she got a partner.

As she sat up, she groggily wondered if she had dreamt about the loud, disruptive noise, but was corrected by it repeating itself yet again. Groaning as she swung her legs to dangle over the side of the bed, she rubbed her eyes and stretched, trying to stall to see if this person at her door would leave. She glanced at the clock hanging on her wall and squeaked with surprise that the time read 2:23 p.m.

Holy crap! Did I really sleep in that late? And on my first day in Death City! Stupid Alex! Stupid!

Hopping off of her bed, she ran to her closet and pulled out her favorite pair of black and grey frayed stone washed jeans and a comfortable gray hoodie with black sleeves. After getting completely dressed, she vaguely wondered if her visitor was still there. Her question was answered by a louder, more insistent knock, causing her muscles to tense slightly.

Who could possibly want to talk to me this badly? Okay, just calm down Alex. It's probably nothing.

Still, she couldn't help but feel skeptical as she walked to the front door of her small apartment and peered through the peephole curiously. She saw a girl with big green eyes and ash blonde pigtails holding a clipboard with a stack of papers on top of it. The girl was shifting from foot to foot awkwardly, biting her lip as if she were contemplating whether to knock again or just leave. Well, it didn't look suspicious, so Alex unlocked the door and opened it slowly.

"What is it?"

The visitor's forest green eyes widened slightly at her sudden appearance, then her face broke in a sincere smile. "Hi, I'm looking for-" she paused slightly as she squinted at the text on the clipboard she held, "-Alexis Brady?"

"Well, you've found her," Alex replied warily.

"It's so great to meet you!" the girl said as she shifted the papers to one hand so she could hold out the other for Alex to shake. As Alex uncertainly obliged, the girl said, "I'm Maka Albarn. I'll be a junior this year at the DWMA and I volunteered to help some of the incoming freshmen get settled."

Alex retracted her hand and tugged down at the sleeves of her hoodie, feeling a little uncomfortable at Maka's gushing personality. "That's nice."

Maka's smile faltered slightly as she noticed Alex's shy demeanor, then her eyes shifted to the papers in her hand. "So, I just came to invite you to the opening party this evening. All the freshmen are to attend and this is a great opportunity to choose a weapon or meister partner," she said enthusiastically, hoping for some sort of response. Alex paled slightly and she put out a hand against the frame of the door to steady herself. She looked like she was about to be sick.

"That's…..great."

"Um, it's completely casual. You don't have to wear a dress or anything. It's really just more of a way for everybody to get to know eachother."

Silence.

"And there will be lots of food and music and dancing. It's normally a big hit to start off the beginning of the year." Maka looked at Alex expectantly, but saw that her reassuring words weren't getting through to her. "Well, I hope you go. You won't get another chance like this to find a great partner to work with. Here's the information," she said as she handed Alex a bright yellow flier with the details of the event. Glancing down at the rest of list on her clipboard, Maka sighed heavily. "Hey, I gotta run and tell all the other freshmen, so good luck Alexis," she said sincerely as she turned to leave.

Alex stayed frozen in place as her visitor took the steps away from her apartment. Before Maka turned to walk down the street, she glanced back up at the quiet girl and shouted a few last words of advice. "Just remember to choose your partner wisely, Alex. It might just be one of the most important decisions you make here. And have fun!" she called out before jogging in a different direction.

Alex clutched the piece of paper in her hand, then shut the door and locked it before retreating to the kitchen and sitting down at the dining table. She rested her head in her hands as depressing thoughts raced through her brain.

That's just perfect. Another party where I'm ignored like I don't even exist. I know how this is going to work out; it's the same every year. Everybody gets along and has a great time chatting it up and finding a partner and I'm left sitting in the corner and watching it all. I guess it's partly my fault. I don't talk to anybody, so why would anybody want to be partners with me?

Lifting her head up wearily, she glanced down at her arm where the sleeve had accidentally been pushed up. Ugly scars traced her fair skin and made her grimace at the painful memories. Biting her lip, she yanked the sleeve back down and pushed her chair away from the table to walk back into her bedroom. She was planning on collapsing on top of her bed, but stopped when she noticed her guitar propped up on the foot of her bed. Sitting down on the edge, she reached a hand over and plucked a string, disinterestedly.

Who wants to be friends with a freak?

(later on that evening)

Arriving at the house where this party was being held wasn't exactly difficult. Hundreds of other freshmen walked the streets in the same direction, smiling and laughing and walking in groups, already having made friends with ease. As Alex glanced at them in envy, she wondered if she was going to show up underdressed. All the other freshmen girls seemed to be wearing skirts or dresses, or at least nice looking clothes. Alex decided not to change out of her jeans and sweatshirt after sightseeing all day. Maka did say it was casual, right?

Her red converse scraped agaisnt the cobblestone street as she dragged her feet. She was so not in the partying mood tonight. In fact, she was never in the partying mood. Parties meant dancing, laughter, games, and…..friends. She was definitely lacking in the latter.

Speaking of which, a particular group of girls were drifting close to her as they chatted mindlessly. Alex tried to ignore them as they got closer and closer, making her feel slightly claustrophobic. It was only when one of them almost ran into her that they finally noticed her and corrected their course at a safer distance away. Alex sighed and her shoulders sagged as she kicked a stray rock in the streets.

What is it about me that turns people off? Is it my bright red hair? Is it my almost black eyes or my heavy eyeliner? Is it the way I dress? Do I scare people?

Alex shook her head slightly to clear her mind of these questions as a large house loomed in the distance. All the lights were on and loud music pounded through the night and grew gradually louder as she got closer. Well, this seemed to be the place. Gallows Mansion.

Alex walked hesitantly while the other freshmen pushed past her, eager to get inside and join the fun. When she finally reached the front door, the loud blasts of music almost knocked her off her feet. Inside, the room was filled with colorful flashing lights that moved to the rhythm of the pounding music. Teenagers filled the room, most of them in the center which seemed to act as the dance floor while others chatted in small groups scattered across the room. Tables with food and drinks lined the walls and looked like they were being put to good use, but Alex was still trying to get over the sheer size of this place.

Wow, somebody actually lives here?

Her thoughts were cut short as she was rudely shoved by a group of boys who immediately ran to the dance floor, laughing like idiots. Scowling and brushing herself off, Alex picked her way through the crowd to one of the empty tables off in the corner of the room. She settled herself in for a long night.

The volume of the room increased as cheers arose when a new popular song came on the speakers. Alex watched the movement of the pulsing crowd as they danced to the beat. Some people were jumping around like hyper idiots while others showed style and skill in their dancing. Some danced in groups while others had their eyes closed and danced alone, completely unaware of the others around them. Some looked nervous as they danced with others, clearly trying to impress eachother for possible partnership while others looked natural and carefree. But as Alex's eyes surfed the crowd, one guy in particular caught her attention apart from all others.

He had nice blonde hair, a handsome face, and wore a green and yellow letter jacket. Although he was tall with broad shoulders and didn't seem well built for dancing, he danced as if he had been doing it his whole life. His movements were fluid and natural and matched the music perfectly. He wasn't dancing with anybody else, but it seemed like everybody else was dancing with him, like he had some sort of gravitational pull. Girls line up on the wall and watched him, giggling and whispering amongst themselves as they kept their eyes trained on him. He didn't even seem to notice as he continued dancing like he had forgotten the rest of the world. When the second verse ended and the chorus began again, he looked in Alex's direction and paused as he met her eyes. Alex froze, caught in the act, and looked away abruptly.

There is no chance in hell. I might as well not even think about it.

She fought the urge to look at him again so she could watch his mesmerizing dancing, but was too scared to be caught staring at him again. Instead, Alex pulled her phone out of her pocket and checked her messages. Nothing. Nothing at all.

Why was I expecting any different?

She stuffed the phone back in her pocket angrily just as the hit song ended and a new song began. Suddenly, a loud scraping sound startled Alex as she jumped in her seat. Jerking her head up, she saw the blonde boy pulling out a chair to sit at her table. He looked up at her with a broad, confident smile as he sat down.

"What are you doing?" she asked warily.

He shrugged nonchalantly as he casually lifted an arm and rested it on the back of the chair. "It says on the flier that the goal of this party is to meet new people, so that's what I'm doing. Why are you sitting here all by yourself?" he asked, dipping his head and trying to meet her eyes.

"Because people don't like me," she replied simply.

The boy laughed heartedly. "People don't like you? And why would that be?" he asked as he leaned forward, sarcastically interested to hear the answer.

Alex hesitated, trying to come up with a satisfying answer, then just said what came to mind. "Because I scare people."

"Oh yeah, you're very terrifying!" he joked, obviously trying to get her to smile. It almost worked, but Alex fought back. It was hard though, his smile was infectious and it was a miracle she could even talk to him without stuttering.

"Well, that might not be it, but for some reason people just…avoid me." Alex straightened up as she realized how pathetic she sounded. "It's not like I care, though," she added quickly in a halfhearted tone.

The blonde boy raised an eyebrow and lifted his chin. "Well, you don't scare me." He pushed some of his long bangs out of his eyes as Alex fought the urge to stare again. This boy seemed like some sort of prince.

The boy glanced over his shoulder, then returned his gaze to her. "So, you wanna dance?" he asked sincerely as he lifted his arm off the back of the chair and leaned forward, waiting for an answer.

Alex blinked. Nobody had ever talked to her at parties, let alone asked her to dance. She didn't even know how. "I'm not much of a dancer."

"Aw, c'mon! It's easy. Let's go, I'll show you!" he said, grabbing her hand and yanking her out of her chair before she could even answer. She wanted to open her mouth to protest, but couldn't find the words as the music beat them away and this strange boy pulled her to the dance floor.

Before they could get there, Alex had to ask something. "Who are you?" she shouted over the song.

The boy stopped towing her and turned around, realizing that they had not been properly introduced. "I'm Chance, a meister."

Alex froze at the word 'meister', then smiled for the first time at this party as she replied, "I'm Alex, a weapon."

Well, there you go. Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! I really liked writing about those two and I'm starting on the next meister and weapon pair. Just to be clear, there will be four more introductory chapters like this, then the real story will begin. So leave me comments and stuff and tell me what you think!