A/N- this rewrite of my story is not a word for word retelling, but a story that follows the original with its own twist and turns. Still follows the same characters and story lines but without the edgy "I'm thirteen and writing this to show how cool anime is" type. Not sure if I'm going to keep the old one but still, if you can get past my eh writing and like OC work then this is it.

The sun exposed every dark space in Death City. Even the brightness of the city kept things at a nice temperature for everybody. Warm enough to stroll without a shirt but just a cool enough breeze to get away with wearing a sweatshirt. And a sky full of clouds made it easy to look around without a squint. Every walk through the city streets brought every Weapon and Meister around the world to the biggest school for them. The DWMA was the pinnacle of the city and ushered the world to safety. The school invited a unlikely set of Weapon and Meister.

The Meister of the group led them up ahead. Brennan Demarka, son of a wealthy millionaire in America's fine clothing industry. He envisioned the genius of the group. He scored perfect in every test he performed in. His perfect movement in his wrists gave him a 4.0 GPA in every grade level and a IQ to match everyone of his heros. He breathed his elegance in his clothing, he wore rectangular glasses that covered half his eyes at a time and tinted in the sun. He wore perfectly pressed white shirt with the top button undone under matte colored vests. In the left pocket he carried a silver pocket watch with a dangled chain and in the right pocket carried a pair of leather black gloves. He always matched the ensemble with light gray dress pants with shiny black cap toe Oxford shoes. He always kept his brown hair finely combed down and his eyes sharp.

His weapon,a thick blooded Irishman from the UK. Desmond O'Neal, a trouble child of five that grew up opposite of his Meister. He never scored a perfect test but grew up to learn the way of the streets. His hair was curled messy and dark orange and cold blue eyes. He covered most of his look with clothing, a tan tweed cap hid his hair, a black scarf covered his neck and part of his face, a black sweatshirt with a skull zipper, and blue jeans with brown boots covered most of his body. He learned to keep hidden and to stay ordinary. His hands are always in his pockets and his face lowered.

Brennan cleaned off one of his lenses of his glasses. "Well at least we showed up eventually." Brennan gave his glasses a quick huff of hot air and finished his last wipes. He placed the cleaning cloth inside his inner pocket and placed his glasses back on his face.

Desmond walked past his partner and up the stairs. "Listen lad, you could've easily gone here while I was away."

"Wait up!" Brennan charged up next to his partner. "It would've looked majorly unprofessional for a Meister to show up to classes without his Weapon."

"Either way we missed three weeks of school."

"You missed three weeks of school. I on the other hand had all the notes and assignments brought home to work on. We haven't received any souls but we will make up for lost time."

"Ass."

"Ass? Complain, complain, complain. You know, I could bring a tutor here to teach you one on one. My father can pay for it all no problem."

"I don't need your money. I just need your wavelength, just remember that.

Brennan laughed in his throat. "You know one day we will get along one day. Maybe this school will do it."

Desmond looked back at his friend. "What's the fun in that?"

Desmond reached the top of the stairs first to see a group of students at the front doors. He exposed half of his teeth and licked his sharp tooth. His eyes narrowed, he didn't know what to expect but knew nobody else should be out this late.

Brennan grabbed Desmond's shoulder as he got past the last step. "Glad to see your happy." He noticed the others watch them both. "Oh, sorry our arrival is late but I do have all my class work finished and ready to be turned in. I just need to find my teachers and hand them in. Oh, my apologies. My name is Brennan Demarka and this is my friend Desmond O'Neal." Brennan nudged Desmond. "Say hello."

Desmond's eyes fluttered and his head shook back to reality. "Never thought I see a girl like that." Desmond muttered. Desmond sighed and cracked his knuckles. "I don't think they're here to be a greeting party. Just walk past them."

Desmond took his first step forward. One of the members on the other side with tall blue spiked hair took a step forward to them. Desmond pushed in his thumb into his fist.

Brennan grabbed his shoulder again but with more force to shove him back. "I don't think it's such a great idea to do this now."

"I don't care." He flicked his thumb out of his grip. "What do you want? Either move your asses or do whatever your taunting is." He measure up with the man with blue hair.

"My names Black Star!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.

Desmond leaned back and cleared out his ears. "Okay lad, I'm standing right here."

Desmond had some height on his opponent. But knew that wouldn't matter if this turned into a gang fight on him. Desmond locked eyes on another one of the students with the same look as him. With white hair and red eyes, Desmond contemplated if he was even entirely human.

"Nobody takes the room from Black Star! You two had the entire school talk about you for three weeks! And now I'm going to make sure they talk about me kicking the new kids ass on day"

Desmond didn't wait for his last words. He shoved his hand in Black Star's face, tripped his leg, and forced him into the ground. Desmond's force in the attack imploded the ground down a few inches. Desmond jumped out of the crater and tossed off his sweatshirt. His body wasn't as muscular as Black Star's but had it's own definition.

"Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Brennan yelled.

"I didn't think we would've gotten into a fight! And we were late!" Desmond yelled back.

The second kid Desmond worried about ran to protect his friend. And Brennan had the same idea. Brennan rolled over the leaned back of Desmond and swung down his foot to the top of the head of other guy. Brennan continued to bring down his head and crashed him into Black Star's gut. Desmond jumped on Brennan's shoulders and jumped off of him.

"Brennan!" Desmond shouted.

"Got it!" Brennan quickly pushed his sleeve up and slid on his gloves.

Desmond's body glowed and transformed into his weapon form. A sword length scythe, the staff was black and oddly thickened. His golden blade was a curled pointed out 'V' with a three inch gap to separate the two points. A chain that resembled a spin grow out the rounded bottom and sprang out a open ribcage with a small spike in the center. It wrapped around the massively scarred arm of Brennan and connected with it. Brennan's arm slightly tensed up as Brennan grabbed hold of the chain and yanked it down. Desmond crashed into the kid's head and broke the ground more. Brennan pulled back on the chain and grabbed hold of the staff. They turned over to the last two girls in the group. Neither of them had an interest to fight. They were embarrassed of the other's actions. Their head lowered and full of shame.

"I think that's it." Brennan released his weapon. Desmond took back to his normal form.

"Kids are just idiots. How's the arm? It's been a while since we've done that."

Brennan glanced over his arm. It was covered in scarred over holes and the one fresh one that oozed out a bit of blood. He flexed his forearm and increased the flow out.

Brennan shrugged and rolled down his sleeve. "Doesn't hurt."

"Are you alright?" One of the girls in a school girl uniform ran up to them. She quickly pushed up Brennan's sleeve again and glanced at the wound in his arm. "I never seen a Weapon hurt a Meister before."

Brennan grinned and rubbed the back of his head. "Well Desmond is a little different.

"Yeah I am." He said as he snatched up his sweatshirt. "I'm one of the few anybody can connect with it."