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I didn't know how the war between meister and weapon started; I just know that it happened. Everyone hates each other now…Death City has split up into a north and south side. The meisters were on the north and the weapons on the south. We usually just ignore each other's existence, but sometimes we have fights with each other. I, Maka Albarn, am one of the city's most respected meisters, for I am the daughter of one of the best scythe meisters ever to exist. It's a shame that I couldn't have a scythe of my own…

I have to go get groceries for my papa now. The grocery store is right on the boarder of the meister/weapon divider. That means we have to share it. It's so hard to talk to the clerk, who is a scythe, because he always gives the meister customers evil looks and even spits at them sometimes! I walked down the trashed sidewalk and looked up at the cold, grey sky. I hated being outside. As I approached the store, a weapon, I'm guessing, pushed me to the side and walked in. I sighed and entered the store myself.

"You want something?" the albino clerk's voice boomed at me. He snorted when I didn't give a response. I looked at the price tag for bread. It read:

$1.50 for weapons

$2.00 for meisters

I almost started crying when I saw it. I sighed and shoved the bag of bread in my reusable shopping bag. (Meisters weren't allowed to take the bags at the counter.) As I got my items from the shelf, I could feel the clerk's icy stare on me. I turned around and just as my eyes had fallen on him, he turned away and looked out the window. I carried the bag to the counter and set it down. The store was small; actually it was more like a shack. But still, it was the only store on the north side of Death City.

"This all?" he asked in a surprisingly not snotty tone. I nodded and stared down at my feet. He usually wasn't here. Usually the guy at the counter was a big hairy greasy nasty fat guy named Joe. I didn't like Joe. He nodded and scanned all my items for check-out. I paid. Right when I was about to leave, he stopped me by putting his hand on my shoulder. I was afraid that he was going to beat me or something, so I flinched and tried to struggle out of his grasp, but he was strong.

"I need to tell you something," he whispered," I only charged you for what you need to be charged. I heard from the store owner that the prices are going to get even higher for you meisters, so as long as I'm here, I'm only going to charge what's right." He smiled at me. I was confused. The only weapon that lived on the north side of Death City was my papa, and I thought that he was the only semi-decent weapon to live here. So yes, I was shocked when he said these kind words to me. Then I wondered if it was a trick.

"What's your name?" he questioned.

"M-Maka," I sputtered out, hoping that he wouldn't use my name for evil. He nodded and handed me a small slip of paper.

"I know you're a meister, but I'm trying to find more people to help protest the war," he explained, "This paper will tell you a place and a time. It is for an anti-war rally. Hope to see you there." He then patted me on the back and nodded to a customer that just walked in. I tucked the sheet of paper in my shirt pocket and headed for home.

"Papa, I'm home!" I declared as I opened the door to our trailer. Ever since the war started, we've had to live in a trailer because the weapons drove us out of the decent homes. When the weapons were fleeing to the northern half of Death City, though, my papa decided that he was going to stay with me on account of me not having anywhere else to go. He was stationed on the small, torn couch, gripping a colorful postcard in his hands. I dropped the bag of groceries on the floor.

"What's that?" I queried, walking over to him. He held up a finger, and after about two minutes, he handed it to me. I skimmed it over.

Dear Maka,

I am thinking about you. I've thought about coming back home to be with you and your father, but it seems that I can't. I've heard about the war between meister and weapon, and sadly, it has spread to where I am at. I'm so sorry that I can't be there to help you. I'll send another letter soon.

Love, Mama

I held the post card in my hands for awhile, thinking about what I had just read. Then I shook my head and set the letter down on the coffee table. Spirit sighed and ran his hand through his hair. Everything was silent, and I walked off to my room that I shared with my cat. I sat on my bed and opened the piece of paper that the albino boy had given me. I knew that if I told Papa about it, he wouldn't let me go, so I had to be sneaky about it. I read the address and time. It seemed like the address was on the south side, so that was a good thing. The time was 16:30, so I tried to come up with a reason to leave so late. We meisters don't usually come out of our houses because of the powerful weapons that patrol the southern half. I picked up the violet cat and cradled her in my arms.

"You want to come to the rally with me?" I whispered. She meowed.

"I'll take that as a yes," I concluded. I picked up my checkerboard backpack and unzipped it. There was nothing inside; meisters weren't allowed to go to public schools. I put the cat in the bag (ha) and zipped it just enough for her head to poke out. She meowed again. I looked at my clock. It rad: 15:54. I really wanted to go early…Maybe I could talk with the albino boy for a few minutes before the rally started. I've never been to an anti-war rally. I sighed and walked to the door.

"I'm going to Black*Star's house," I said, looking at my father. He nodded and I walked out the door. I peered around the side of my trailer to make sure that there were no patrollers out. I did see one, but I could easily get away from him if I used my cat as a distraction. I took her out of my backpack and motioned for her to run across the man's path.

"Go, Blair!" I ordered. Then I leaned back and watched as she darted in front of him, scaring him half to death. I tried not to giggle as he screamed and made a run for it. I looked at the address again and followed a path that I made in the woods as a short cut to spy on the northern half of Death City. Then I cut halfway through the path and jumped out of the woods, pleased to find that Blair was waiting for me, licking her left paw. Then I looked around for the sign that had to words "No Pain No Gain" spray painted on it for some reason. Once I found it, I walked about half a mile until I found the albino boy setting a stage up. The stage was halfway on the northern side and halfway on the southern side. I sighed and approached him.

"Excuse me," I said, picking up Blair, "Is…this where the rally is at…?" He grinned when he saw me.

"You're early!" he exclaimed. I nodded and stared at the ground. It felt so weird to be chatting with a weapon other than my father. He put a hand on my shoulder.

"You don't have to be afraid," he smirked, "This is for peace." I straightened my posture and nodded. Without saying anything, I offered to help him set up the stage. He agreed and we both spent the rest of the time setting up. At approximately 16:24, people began arriving at our site. The albino boy took a megaphone in his hands. He cleared his throat and began his long, repetitive speech. Some people watched, some people cheered, but then one person threw his hat at him.

"You think this is some kind of joke?!" the man exclaimed, "You're just a little boy! Meisters are cruel! Meisters are cruel!" I began to get nervous when a lot of other people began chanting. I wiped my sweaty palms on my skirt as some meisters crossed the line and started to abuse the weapons. I ran back to the path, Blair following me. Once I was alone, I calmed down. I walked back to my trailer and sighed as I slumped down on the abandoned couch. My papa, I imagined, was asleep. I was all alone, with Blair, of course. Then I heard a knock on the door. I gasped and slowly approached the door. I cracked it open just enough to see the albino boy.

"Hey…you there?" he asked, looking through the crack at me. I shrieked and shut the door. He knocked again.

"I'm not going to hurt you…!" he said. Then there was a pause, I thought he was gone, so I opened the door all the way this time. He wasn't gone, he stepped into my home. I didn't know what to do, so I just backed into the house and sighed.

"Sorry if they scared you off," he apologized, "They tend to do that. I've never actually had a successful rally before…" He rubbed his arm. I sighed and sat down on the couch.

"Wow…You guys really have it hard, don't you?" he said. I nodded and looked at my feet, studying them like there was going to be a test.

"I'm Soul," he grinned, offering me to shake his hand. I shook it, and was surprised that he didn't slit my throat open. Then I realized that my dad was still home.

"We have to be quiet," I whispered. He flinched at the sound of my voice. I motioned for him to follow me outside.

"My papa is still home and he wouldn't approve of this, "I said, shrugging. He nodded.

"I'm Maka, by the way," I said. He smiled.

"Come to the store tomorrow, I want to show you something," he said. Then he darted off into the woods. I sighed and went back into the trailer. I went to my bed and sat on it. Suddenly, I felt extremely tired. So I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep within minutes.

So sorry if this was OOC. I tried my hardest to keep in character. :P Also, sorry for the slow beginning. So…review, follow, and favourite and I'll grant thee a SHOUT-OUT! XD Bye-bye.