- Chapter 1: Dear Jack -

Jack was excited. Her heart was pumping. In her hands lay a letter that had changed her life from zero to potential hero. It was her confirmation alert that she had been accepted as a demon weapon to the DWMA. This would be her last day, nay hour, in her small log cabin shack. It had caged her potential for too long, although she knew she would miss it. It just matched her name so well that saying goodbye was rather depressing. Jack was short for Lumberjack and it wasn't due to a large stature or manly appearance - which would be considered ironic if one ever saw jack - but rather because her transformation was a massive lumberjack ax. It was as to be expected: A wooden handle and a bright red blade with the exception near the edge that was a line of silver. The only difference was that from butt to blade, Jack stood taller than a grown man. She was proud of her morph and would show anyone who asked, and some who didn't. It even matched her in her human form, finding that her hair was exactly the same shade of red. She had a bit of a tan, but not much, so her handle looked much like pine.

From her hermit home in the woods, her legs took to the big city. While the trip was long, it passed by quickly. Her mind was bubbling over with all her expectations and hopes. She could imagine her meister. He would be a tall man, brave and confident. His muscles compared only to the gods and his thirst for adventure never quenched. Their victories sung across the land as she became a death scythe and he, a hero. For better or worse, Jack obviously had a vivid imagination. It came into full view when she imagined her in weapon form resting on the great shoulder of her giant man as they stood atop a cliff. Wind sweeping through his gorgeous locks as his dark eyes watched carefully for any threats. That was the life Jack wanted. But like most good things, a few surprises were bound to arise. The first came when she entered the city.

After all the stories the weapon had heard about cities, she was extremely disappointed. In summary, it looked dirty and plain. Garbage laid on a few street corners and the windows on many buildings were smudged. If she had known more about the communication methods that the DWMA employed, it may have been made clear to her why all the windows had been dirtied. Yet, Jack was too much of a novice to know, so instead she was just left with an empty feeling in her heart which made her question all her other dreams. Her mind had even gone so far as to assume that maybe she had not even been accepted as a weapon to the school. Perhaps her letter was too good to be true after-all and she would be told to promptly leave. Although that fear began to consume her thoughts, it didn't quite stop the young maiden from her journey. It did slow her feet though which only gave her more time contemplate all the ways in which things could go wrong. Admits the whirl wind of worries and fears, she had ignored a vital part she didn't even consider which would surface very soon. For now, her little feet would pull her up the many steps of the academy and into a whole new life.

Thankfully, the school was as she was expecting. It was well kept and full. Numerous students buzzed in the hall, most in pairs, and wandering about. They all seemed to have found their place here and work working hard to achieve the ultimate goal. Upon seeing this glory, all worries had washed away from Jack. She would have followed a few of them just to see more about this place. That ideas was cut short by a voice.

It was strange sounding, almost silly to her, but she knew it would command respect once she turned around to see the source. It was the Grim Reaper, the ruler of the school. "So, you must be the new demon weapon, Jack. Welcome to the DWMA! Get ready to roll up your sleeve and get to work! Let's go find your meister!" He seemed almost as joyful as Jack did. Her face lit up like the sun. It was true. This was her dream come true and nothing, NOTHING, could break down her spirits. Following Death – perhaps figuratively as well – Jack was lead into a large ballroom. It was brimming with people from all sorts of walks of life. Each person had their own little name-tag showing that they were either a weapon or a meister. "Well then, here you go." He offered her a similar name-tag and pressed it onto her forehead. While slightly uncomfortable, her eyes had caught onto the most wonderful man ever. His body sculpted to perfection with rippling pectorals beautiful and inspiring triceps. His tanned skin glistened in the room light and his green eyes pools of beauty. If she were a poet, her descriptions of his beauty would make even the angels cry. He turned to face her and she could see his name tag called him "Trace". "Baby, I would trace that outline with mah body." She murmured under her breath as she was swept towards him; however, something wasn't right. Jack could feel it in her bones. There was a pulse and it swept over it. The beat was a frequency she had only ever been told about: her soul frequency.

Hers started to react, which meant it had been met by its equal. While she had hoped it had been from Trace, her body would make a one-eighty and face a rather unexpected mate. Jack would have described him as a feminine man. He was a taller boy with a lean body. Not exactly skinny, but not that muscle man she typically adored. His eyes were a dark black - which were the only things that really struck her. He had his blonde hair cut into a stylish messy cut, and his alabaster skin was absolutely flawless. She had expected a man from her neck of the woods, instead she got a man who had never even been touched by the sun. Yet, when their hands met, their fate was more or less sealed. Instantly it felt right, and she fell into her morph. Within seconds, the boy would be standing there proud with a massive axe over his shoulder. "Aha, I guess I can finally be that axe murderer I've been dreaming about." He laughed with a rather smooth voice before catching his reflection in one of the windowpanes. "Gotta admit, I look pretty good as a lumberjack."

"You mean with a lumberjack." Jack murmured back as she watched the man wink at himself in the mirror. The response made the man retort back with one eyebrow raised, "Aha, lumberjack? Sounds like someone got a sex change." He had shifted himself so he could see a better angle. It didn't take long for the ax to comment, "According to at that ass, it must have been you." The man would have calmly retaliated had Death not stepped in, "Settle down, kids. You're just starting your new life as a team! Although that did take as long as I was expecting. Strange. Oh well, I should probably recommend a few things to get you guys on your feet. It's always best for a team to spend a lot of time together, therefore, Jack, you should probably go live with Charles. He's been in town for a few months now so he's settled in. Next, practice, practice, practice! And if that's all, good luck! See you in class tomorrow!" His large white hand waved to them briefly before he began to mosey around through the room. His skull face searching through the crowd and talking to a few other students.

When he left, both students just simply watched him move around. Jack quickly transformed and was the first to talk, "Do you think he actually looks like that, or do you think he's a guy dressed up in a costume?" There was a small pause before Charles answered, "Jack, he's a god. It doesn't even matter." After that, both grew silent and just watched him. It wasn't until he finally withdrew from the ballroom that Charles spoke again, "Anyways, if we're going to live together, there are a few ground rules. One: if there's a sock on a door, don't go in. Two: Clean up your own mess. Three: If we skip class, we gotta do it together."

Jack looked at him in confusion as she moved to pull off the sticker on her head, "What? Why would you skip class? This is the best opportunity we could ever ask for. What the hell could be more exciting?" This answer created a sly grin to appear on Charles's lips. He bent towards the girl and whispered in her ear, "Going shopping." The weapon wrinkled her brow as she tried to understand that. At a literal standpoint, it was a terrible second option. If it was some sexual innuendo that she didn't understand, it was an even worse one. Either way, she just sighed and followed Charles out. Before leaving the room, she took one last look at the gorgeous man of Trace; but, there was something different. He was standing proud with a large spiked mace over one shoulder. He chuckled loudly as the weapon transformed into a small blonde with next to nothing on. It made Jack's blood boil as they both laughed together in joy. She would have gone over to say something had Charles not grabbed onto her elbow and pulled her out, "C'mon, lumber-girl, we got things to do." And with that, Jack was swept away into a whole new adventure to take on.