Blackstar sighed, hands shoved in his pockets. Wind ruffled his bright hair.

Another year had started at the DWMA, and he still hadn't found a new weapon.

"I am Blackstar! The man who will surpass God! Bow before me, and get ready for a big show!" He yelled to the crowded front courtyard.

A loud bell rang, and the students moved into the school, save Blackstar and one other figure.

"Blackstar! Come down here!" She yelled. Blackstar blinked, leaping swiftly down the building.

"Maka!" The blunette threw his arms around her, and then froze, shuffling backwards. "Did you get shorter?"

"You grew, idiot." Maka crossed her arms over her chest, rolling her green eyes.

"Where did you disappear to? I didn't see you all summer!" Blackstar grinned, putting his hands in his pockets.

"I was- I spent the summer with Papa."

"You WHAT!? I thought you hated him!"

"I do." Maka assured, moving towards the school. Blackstar followed. "I needed his help with something though."

"Hello, you two. Blackstar, you'd better not be skipping class." Stein rolled up behind them, herding them effectively into his class. "Take your seats. Now."

Maka and Blackstar moved to the two empty seats in the middle.

"Welcome back." Stein spun on his office chair. "To kick things off, instead of a dissection, I'm going to give a demonstration."

A murmur filled the class.

"Maka, your assistance."

The blond paled noticeably, but stood and made her way down the teacher.

"Now, as all of you know, Maka is a meister." Stein rolled around her. "But her father is also Death Scythe. What does that mean?"

Ox's hand shot up, and to everyone's surprise, Blackstar's rose as well.

"Blackstar?"

"Maka is a weapon and a meister." The blunette grinned. "A big man like me would know that about his childhood friend."

"Correct." Stein chose to ignore his last comment. "And if the rest of you hadn't already heard, Maka's former partner, Soul, has lost both his arms. He's basically useless as a weapon, and he's been sent to Japan. Maka here, she's been working hard all summer."

Maka took a deep breath.

Stein gave her a somewhat reassuring look.

The blond's eyes closed, and her body began glowing green. It shrank and with a bright flash, a weapon fell into Stein's waiting hands.

"Maka is now a weapon."

Blackstar blinked, staring at his closest friend.

She was a scythe, that much was obvious. But she was odd, and that couldn't be helped.

Where normal scythes were mounted on long poles, Maka was not.

Her pole were chains, which visibly shifted into a stiff line as he watched, and then relaxed again.

So, she was a kusari-gama...But with a blade twice as big.

"Would any one like to try wielding Maka?" Stein gave a crazy grin.

"But, Professor-!"

"Quiet, this was a request from your father."

Maka muttered something along the lines of how much she hated Spirit.