Me and Kay never got along really well. Kaya McConnell, my fraternal twin's whole name, was a hard working, goody two-shoes with brown hair and olive eyes. I, however, was an 'easygoing skateboarder' with emerald eyes and long sandy blonde hair. Y'see, I'm not that easygoing; I care a lot about things. I just don't say it out loud. I'm Murphy McConnell, Riley and Maka's son. I was-supposedly-a second or two younger than Kay. This story starts on our way to the first day of the new school year at DWMA a week after we moved to Death City.

"The heat isn't so bad, Murphy." Kay said, riding her bike.

I grinded on a rail and landed perfectly, grinning. "I, unlike you, don't like leaving Ireland."

"It seems to be the only thing that bothers you." Kay said.

I shrugged, stopping as we saw the school. "Death City was, apparently, built by Tim Burton." I said.

Kay began walking up the stairs as a giant skeleton-looking dude shouted "Heya!" and "Hiya!" at the students who were walking into the school.

"Shinigami-sama." Kay bowed.

"'Sup?" I waved.

"Heya Kay! Hiya Murphy!" Shinigami-sama said. "How are your parents?"

"They're fine, Shinigami-sama." Kay said.

"Of course they're fine. They're in Ireland."

"Shut up, Murphy!" Kay said.

"You just hate me 'cause I'm a scythe." I said. I was a Weapon, while Kay was the Meister. She tried wielding me once, but our wavelengths didn't match, so it seemed like I was really heavy. So she called me a fatso. And I called her ugly. It escalated quickly.

A kid with spiky black hair with blue streaks walked by, looking at his feet.

"Heya! Who are you?" Shinigami-sama asked.

"Ryu Star." The sky kid said.

"Hello Ryu, I'm Kay. This slacker is my twin brother, Murphy." Kay smiled. "Are you a Weapon?"

Ryu nodded.

"Do you want to be my Weapon?" Kay asked.

Ryu shrugged.

"Alright, then." Kay smiled, then looked at me. "Pay up."

I grumbled as I handed her five bucks. "Can't believe goody two-shoes won." I groaned.

"Go pout. I win. You lose." Kay stuck her tongue out.

As I looked away, a girl passed by me. She had black hair with a long pink streak that went down to her shoulder while the rest of her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her ponytail had three vertical white stripes that looked freakin' awesome.

"Who's that?" I asked Kay.

"Kid's daughter, Zoe. She's a Meister." Kay said.

"All I need to know." I shrugged, walking over to her. "Yo! Zoe!"

"Huh?" Zoe asked, turning around. She was pale, and had golden eyes (like her father's, as I found out later.)

"Wanna be my Meister?" I asked.

"Depends. Who are you?" Zoe asked, folding her arms and leaning back slightly.

"Some Irish skateboarder who'll probably surprise you." I said. "And who are you?"

"Some Death City girl who's got a weird hairstyle and a soon-to-be Death God dad." Zoe said. "You got a name?"

"Yeah. Murphy." I said.

"Why don't you have an accent?" Zoe asked.

"I could, if ya' want me to." I said in my Irish accent.

Zoe shrugged. "Are you a gun?"

"Do I look like one?"

"..."

"Scythe."

"Oh. Cool." Zoe said. "Who's your teacher?"

"Mr. Ford." I said.

"Me too." Zoe said. "Follow me."

I looked back at Kay and gave two thumbs-up.