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Fourteen and fifteen year-old's stand outside the castle of a building waiting for something, anything, to happen. The DWMA wasn't your average school. Students from all over the world come to learn to fight the monsters that plague the planet.

The doors aren't opened, but near the huge set of stairs leading into the city there's a table. Refreshments were provided, along with tags. All the students milling around either wore the word "weapon" or "meister" pinned somewhere on their person. Small conversations were heard as they wondered about the mysterious new school they would take part in.

Suddenly the large black doors burst open. Behind them a petite girl in pigtails stood, gasping slightly. Her eyes scanned the crowd quickly. When she didn't find what she was looking for she called out, "Um, excuse me, but is there a Tsubaki Nakatsukasa anywhere around here?!"

A gorgeous girl with long black hair raised her hand slightly and stepped forward. "Uh-um, that's me?" she said it as a question, as if getting it wrong would kick her out of the school.

Maka zoomed across the tiles on the ground, grabbed the girls wrist with her right hand, then tugged her back to the door.

"E-excuse me," the tall girl stuttered. "What's this about?"

In a low whisper, Maka said, "It's about your brother."

Most of the crowd didn't hear the blond girls answer but they saw the black haired Japanese girl's eyes widen in response. Once they made it to the door a blond adult with a nurses uniform, rapped her arm around Tsubaki and lead her into the building. That task complete the shortie turned back to the awe struck crowd as the doors closed.

Soul, a white haired demon weapon, with pointed teeth and red eyes looked on with the others. Now that she wasn't moving they could all get a look at the new comer. And man was she small, she didn't look twelve, let alone fourteen. Her ash blond hair was tied up in two childish pigtails, with bangs. She wore one of the schools uniforms, with a very private-school-meets-punk style. A plaid skirt that didn't even go to her knees along with a white button down under a yellow sweater vest. She looked like a nerd, that is until Soul saw her boots. Most likely custom made, those things said 'Don't mess with me.' That along with the huge black trench were the only reason Soul was taking her seriously.

"Hi everyone!" she said in a cheery voice. "My name's Maka Albarn, and the teachers appointed me class rep until we get to elections."

A boy with two pillars of hair that seemed to protrude from his glasses, eyed her skeptically. Ox raised his hand, "How do we know you can handle the job?"

Maka cocked her head to the side looking at him. "I've lived in Death City all my life, I know the hallways forward, backwards and upside down. Both my parents went to this school. Trust me, I'll be fine."

A girl with pink hair gave a snort, "Just because your parents went here doesn't mean diddly-squat."

Maka gives a frustrated sigh, then says, without looking at the crowd, "My (teeth grinding) papa is the current Death Scythe."

No one argued anymore. In its place there were excited murmurs from a few. There were only a hand full of people who actually knew anything about the school.

Maka began to explain, "Most of you don't know why you were taken to this school. those of you that are weapons only know that your participation in the program is mandatory for the safety of yourself and others. The meisters, on the other hand, have their own reasons for coming.

"This school was created was created to fight and protect the world against witches and kishin eggs. We'll learn more about them in class. Right now you stand alone. But soon each of us will become partners with someone here

"The meister and weapon pair up to create a bond between the two. With in our first semester we will meet new people and try to find someone who we can pair with. By the end of the first semester we will have to register a partner."

Suddenly there was a loud "YAHOO!" from up above, "I AM THE GREAT BLACK STAR!" A short blue haired boy yelled. He continued to scream his inaudible speech from one of the spikes coming from the school. The crowd below was at first shocked then confused. Without gaining any notice from her peers, Tsubaki rejoined the group.

After a moment or two of looking at the strange boy, the crowds attention turned back to Maka for explanation. It seemed she had face-palmed, and was shaking her head in embarrassed frustration. When she composed herself once more she said, "That's Black Star. He came with the school."

Without further explanation she turned facing the doors. Once opened, she looked to the group and said, "we'll finish with a presentation in the gym. Follow me, its really easy to get lost when you're new."

Once most of the students filed into the weird building, leaving only one straggler, Star finished his speech with his Ultimate pose. There was silence. He didn't look down to see the now empty quart, that is until a clap was heard. Then a constant stream of one person clapping.

Clap, clap, clap, clap.

Star jumped from the building to see his one and only fan. When he landed on the ground with an almost inaudible thud, Sue stopped clapping.

[The conversation from the show when they flash back. The too lazy to look up what they said to each other.]

After shaking hands there was a slight breeze from behind, making Tsubaki turn around. When she looks back Black Start is gone [Batman]. She quickly runs to catch up with the reseeding school group.

Finally they made it to a gym like training room. Bleachers were pulled out at one side. The kids sitting in their small or non-existent groups made the seats look like patch work. Maka stood to the side. A large man wearing dreads walked out in front of them.

"Name's Sid," he said in a booming voice. "I'm the kind of man who teaches through trial and error. At the end of the first half of the year you will have chosen a partner with the same soul wavelength. You will learn different combat techniques and will work hard with you partner. Maka here will show you some examples of using your wavelength."

Maka stepped forward. With a smile she said, "Everyone has a soul, even the bad guys. As students of the DWMA it's our job to use the power from out souls to fight the bad guys. Meisters use their wavelength to attack. Most of the time, one persons wavelength alone can't do much. But in some situations, a meister is strong enough to fight alone."

"For example," she looked up to the ceiling and yelled, "Black Star! Come here!" Out of nowhere the blue haired boy fell from a hidden place in the ceiling. When he was on the ground once more he gave a glowing smile to the crowd.

"I AM THE ALL MIGHTY BLACK ST-"

"Yeah, yeah, shut up," the small girl interrupted. "Show them your soul wavelength punch."

With a cocky smile, Star got into his stance. He quickly punched the air. It was like all the air in the room was sucked into that one spot. There was a spark of electricity, presumably coming from his soul. Then it was back to normal.

Maka took up the narrative once more. "People with this kind of power have the ability to work alone, or become even stronger with a weapon. Unfortunately most of us don't have this kind of power."

Star started making muscle poses at the crowd. When he wouldn't leave, with out stopping her explanation, Maka walked up behind him and "Maka Chop!" he lay there on the floor motion less.

"For a normal meister, we need a weapon. The weapon amplifies and focuses the meisters soul wavelength. Any of you weapons able to fully form?"

A couple people raised their hands, Soul among them. Maka looked at them for a second. Her eyes seemed to glow for a second, as if looking at there souls. Once her eyes had returned to normal she chose a pretty brunette from the front row. She had over dressed out of nervousness and was wearing lip gloss that she kept reapplying over and over.

"What's your name?" asked Maka.

"Carrie Langly."

"What do you turn into?"

"A shot gun."

Maka gave a great smile, "Perfect."

Sid began explaining as the two girls demonstrated. "A gun is the perfect weapon for showing how a weapon effects the soul wavelength."

Maka held out her hand to the overly done up girl. With a nervous giggle Carrie took Maka's hand and turned into a double barrel. Maka used it like a pro.

Sid hit a button on the wall and six targets popped out of no where around the room. "When a meister uses a gun they shoot their wavelength through the barrel, not bullets," explained Sid.

Maka nestled the gun into her shoulder and aimed. [Sorry to those who actually know about guns. I am clueless. So if I get anything wrong feel free to correct me or just ignore it] Bang, Pop, Pow, Bang, Pop, Pow. Maka aimed and hit every target. A powerful electrical energy shot out of the gun each time.

When she had finished, Maka threw Carrie up into the air as the girl transformed back. The crowd gasped in awe and amazement at the show. Carrie went back to her friends squealing in delight.

Maka looked at the clock. "Okay everyone. We have about twenty minutes until lunch. You can just roam around for that amount of time. Don't worry about getting lost. There are arrows all around the school. Just follow them and they will lead you to the lunch room."

With that the crowd dispersed.