My name is Riley. I'm a Meister. My little sister, Kylie, is my Weapon (she takes the form of a claymore.) We only recently discovered our powers, so now we're going to Death Weapon Meister Academy. Needless to say, it's been a long trip.

"Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" Kylie asked.

"We'll never get there if you drive Ma insane." I said, turning up my iPod and wishing that 2D's singing could drown out my sister's voice.

Overload, overload. Comin' up to the

Overload, overload. Comin' up-

"Are we there yet?" Kylie asked.

I looked back at my sister and saw that she was smiling, knowing full well that she was annoying me. Bloody devil.

"We're there." Ma said.

"Great." I said, looking at the city. Er, I mean, school. It was a giant place that looked much more like a city than a school. A little while later, we had pulled up to the apartment I'd share with my little sister.

"Bye Kylie-wylie!" Ma said, hugging Kylie and kissing her on the cheek. Ma walked over to me, giving me a hug, and whispered in my ear "Keep your sister safe."

"I will Ma." I promised, hugging her back. "See ya' later."

"Bye Riley." Ma' said, getting in the car and wiping her eyes.

"C'mon! I wanna watch TV!" Kylie said.

"Gimme a minute!" I chuckled, unlocking the door. "Can't believe they let a teenager and a child have their own apartment. Adults, huh?"

"Yeah. They're crazy." Kylie said. "So, what do you think school will be like?"

"I saw some of the other students around town." I said. "There was one...I wanna say Goth, 'cause he wore black, but he didn't really look it. He was acting all depressed, so he was probably emo."

"I bet we end up sitting next to him." Kylie said, laying down on the couch and turning on the TV.

"Luck o' the Irish." I chuckled.

"We're not really Irish." Kylie said.

"Lie to yourself if ya' want, we got the Emerald Isle in our blood." I said.

"Suuuuuure. I bet our ancestors couldn't turn into swords." Kylie said.

"Usually you have to be in a line of Weapons to become one. A brother-sister Meister-Weapon pair should be impossible." I said.

"Maybe we aren't brother and sister." Kylie said.

"Always told you that you were adopted." I smiled.

"Oh shut up!" Kylie said. After a few moments, she asked, in a shaky voice. "Was I adopted?"

"No. You're one-hundred percent my sister." I said. "And if we weren't brother and sister, I'd still love ya' like one."

"Eww."

"Oh, shut up."