{ • Night ° POV • }

Night Deathfairy suddenly woke from her sleep, her forehead drenched in sweat. What kind of dream was that... A dream that just insisted of pure insanity... It's like back then, she thought. Night was only sixteen, but she had a secret most average fifteen-year-old people didn't. The silver-haired girl sighed, pulling herself out of the bed, looking at her alarm clock, which read six-thirty in bright red numbers. She yawned, turning on the lamp light right next to her, looking outside the window.

"It's been almost sixteen years since the last attack from the Kishin, and most attacks from witches have completely stopped... Maybe peace is something I'll get used to," Night said to herself. She glanced at the door and smiled to herself softly, seeing a light in the room next to her. "So I'm not the only one up," she muttered. "Shadow's not up this early... Huh. Strange," she muttered, walking over to a desk. She picks up a hairbrush then turns to her mirror, running the comb through her hair. Her forest-green eyes darted over to the edge of the desk where a hat lay, with two silver rubber bands. After five minutes she finally put her hair up into pigtails, before hearing something clatter in the room next to her. Night grabbed her hat, brushing her bangs out of her face as she puts the hat on, running into the next room. "Shadow?" she called out, knocking on the door.

Night's eyes widened as nobody came to the door. She reached for the door handle and twisted it open, looking in the room. Her eyes widened, seeing Shadow laying on the bed, seemingly knocked out. Night runs over to him, shaking him before hearing something in the living room. She darted out, looking around, before her mind started to hurt. "Gosh, ow..." she muttered to herself, shaking her head. Her eyes snapped open, sensing another presence still in the house. "Who's there!" Night called out, reaching in Shadow's drawer for the spare knife he always kept (reasons to her unknown since he was a weapon. Of course, he still probably couldn't control being able to turn only parts of his body into his weapon). Night held the dagger in her hand, the blade pressing against the back of her wrist.

She heard movement in the room and quickened her pace, entering the living room near the shut door. "It seems locked," Night muttered. Who's here, then? This doesn't make since. Unless they knew the secret I was keeping from the DWMA... No. They don't know I'm a Reaper. It's insane to think that, Night thought. Now I'm self-contradicting myself!

"Oh. Oh dear, I seemed to have woken you up, haven't I little girl?" a voice crackled, sending a bolt of horror shivering down Night's spine. The voice sounded hoarse, like it hadn't spoken in years. "You're wondering about your little friend, aren't you?" She swore she could feel a smirk on the freak's face. "Well, if you must know, you barely saved his life."

Night looked behind her, hearing a sudden groan. "Shadow?" she called out, feeling a hand grasp hers. She nodded curtly, seeing a purple light as her friend transformed into a scythe. "Whoever you are, your soul is mine," Night called out. her voice had defiantly calmed down a ton, seeing that she now had some actual use of a weapon.

"A scythe? Not very impressive," the voice taunted.

"Ignore it, Night. You've got him, he's at our mercy," Shadow said, sounding tired.

"Yeah," Night said as she nodded once more, but for some reason felt scared. That's new... I haven't felt scared like this since I met Shadow... she thought. Blindly, the meister swung the scythe in the direction of the voice. She had hit something, but also knocked a pot or two over. Night followed the footsteps that broke out of the front of her apartment, chasing after it. Night swung at it again, finally hitting it as it dissolved into a black smoke. Fighting a Kishin in pajamas and barefooted... I'm impressed with myself, Night thought as she set Shadow down.

Shadow grinned slightly, seeming more awake than earlier as he grabbed the red floating object inside the shadow-y haze. "A Kishin egg... There hasn't actually been sight of one this murderous in a while. That was nice," he commented, swallowing the soul. Night laughs, smiling.

"Yeah, you're right. Go get dressed for school, I'll make breakfast. You deserve it, you almost got killed..." Night said, turning back to the apartment. The two's bare footsteps echoed as they walked.

"Yeah."

{ • Avery ° POV • }

Avery Nakatsukasa sat on her bed, looking outside. It was her first week away from her homeland, and felt strangely awkward. She tugged her dark blue hair into a braid, looking up as the door opened to the small apartment that she shared with her parents. She wasn't very surprised when her mother walked into the room.

"May I sit with you?" she asked, her kind voice echoing around the almost-empty room. I nodded blankly, staring at her. She walked in, sitting next to me. Her black hair was tethered up in a high ponytail, and her indigo eyes bore into my dark blue ones. "I know you're worried about going to the Academy. Don't worry, you'll be fine. You remember Aunt Maka and Uncle Soul, right?" Avery nodded, not taking her eyes off her mother. "Well, it's also their children, Jackson and Alice's, first year as well. So you won't be alone, and you'll be with people you know."

Avery sighed. "I know... It just feels weird. I'm scared," she admitted. Her mother laughed softly.

"Don't let your father hear you say that. You'll know what he'll do." The two girls laughed, and Avery shuttered. When she was younger, back at their home in Japan, her dad had tried to "fix her" when she had sprained her wrist. "Besides. You'll be fine. I was slightly older than you when I finally enrolled into the DWMA."

Probably because you were too attached to your brother to leave him? Avery thought. She tugged her jean jacket around her tighter.

"How's this. If you want extra help with training, I'll help you. After all..." Her mother offered her a smile, standing up. "You have my special ability. Thank goodness you didn't decide to be a meister like your father did. I'm just glad you didn't follow down his path," she added, offering a hand to me. "Come on, it's almost time to go." Avery took her mother's hand and smiled slightly. "Now come on. I'll walk with you to the Academy and leave you at the stairs, okay? Since you still don't know your way around."

I laughed slightly. "May I go by myself? It's almost impossible to miss the school." Mom and I both laugh.

"Alright. I'll see you around, Avery," her mother says, waving her off. Avery walked out of the room, passing her father who looked down at her.

"I'll see you around after school today, Little Star," he joked. I laughed, nodding as I left the apartment. Maybe things in America wouldn't be s bad as she thought.

{ • Alice's ° POV • }

Alice Evans looked up from over her brother's shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse at the school herself. "I hate that you're taller than me," she muttered darkly. Jackson laughed.

"It's not my fault!" Jackson said, ruffling Alice's hair, who simply glared at him. The two sighed, reaching the base of the stairs. "I wonder if Avery's coming this year," he commented. "Living in Japan and all, it might be weird for her."

Alice nodded slightly. The three of them were like family almost, and were all about the same age - Jackson and Alice being twins, and Avery being a few weeks younger than the two. "Well, it's our freshman year, and knowing Uncle Black Star, he'll send her here no matter what," Alice chimed in. Jackson laughed.

"That's true," Jackson commented, looking at the stairs. "Come on," he said as he smirked slightly at her. Alice glared at him. "I bet I'll be a better weapon than Dad!" he boasted.

"Please don't turn into Uncle Black Star..." Alice muttered, suddenly scared. That was the last thing she needed - her brother bragging his head off until it got him killed. She sighed. "Please don't."

Jackson laughed, throwing an arm around his sister. "I won't. But I want to become a better weapon than Dad."

"Even though he's the last Death Scythe that would ever be made?" Alice asked, smirking slightly as she realized she made him loose his vibe.

"You never know. The witches might turn on us again," Jackson responded. Alice shook her head.

Highly doubtful. The witches wouldn't turn. They're all too afraid of the Shinigami to actually do anything. After all, he ended the war between the witches and the DWMA, and helped kill Asura. Alice smiled slightly, feeling at least proud enough she had inherited some of her mother's bravery.

Alice stumbled slightly, feeling someone bump into her. "S-sorry," the voice said, scuttling past her. She watched the strange figure (who had strange pink hair and brown eyes, and a black shirt with white jean and orange sneakers) scuttle up the stairs.

"That's Andi," a voice said from behind. The twins turned around to face a girl with silver hair, a starry-yellow school shirt, white-and-green-striped tie, white sweater vest, a short red plaid skirt, and black leather combat boots. Her hair was up in two small pigtails that hung almost over her back, forest-green eyes, and a black baseball cap nestled on her head over her bangs. "Most people think she's a witch because of the way she acts. I know a witch from a different universe, well dimension, and where she came from, she wasn't conceited a witch back at her home-"

"This is why you barely have any friends. Shut up and get to the point!" Alice looked at the boy with the silver-haired girl. Everything about him seemed dark - his black hair, his dark shadow-y gray eyes, his black jacket, dark gray shirt, and dark gray jeans just seemed... Off. The girl sighed glaring at the boy.

"Partners?" Jackson guessed. The girl nodded.

"Yeah. But my friend is just shy and doesn't act mean or anything," she said, before stepping on the boy's foot. He glared at her. "Shadow, come on," she girl said rolling her eyes as she passed the two twins. Alice and Jackson watched the two before turning back to the Academy, following them up.

"A-Alice? Jackson?" a familiar voice called out after a minute. Alice and Jackson look behind them, and Alice grinned.

"Avery? What a surprise!" Alice said as she grinned. "Come on," she said starting to walk up the stairs once more. Avery laughed softly, following them when Jackson muttered something in Avery's ear that Alice couldn't pick up. All I heard was Avery asking Jackson if he was seriously before saying that she would.

"What'd you ask her?" Alice asked dully, finally reaching the top of one flight of stairs.

"If she'd be my partner... Since the two of us can't partner up since you're becoming a meister as well," Jackson responded. Alice nodded dully once more as they finally reached the top of the staircase. "Where do we go?" he asked.

"Follow me," a voice said laughing. Alice turned around.

"You show freshmen where to go?" she asked, seeing the girl and Shadow. Shadow nodded.

"Yeah. Hey, I don't think we were properly introduced last time. I'm Night, this is my partner Shadow," the girl said smiling softly. She looked behind them before yelling, "Freshmen come to me!" pretty dang loud... Right next to Alice's ear too. "Alright. Is that all of you? Yes? Then follow me," Night called after them. After about ten minutes the group of about sixteen-ish people reached the destination.

"I will see all of you later... Bye!" Night called out to them, smiling softly as they all entered the classroom. Alice watched as Night left the hallway, heading to another herself.

Author's Note - oh dear this was very long. Whoops. Well, this is the first chapter, and it just introduces our main three characters. Every once in a while, the POV's will switch to their partners', but soon will switch back. Also, since for the mean time Alice doesn't have a partner quite yet, her POV might get switched with someone else's, just saying :3