Again, thank you for reviewing. I've decided that unless I get at least 2 reviews, I won't go onto the next chapter… 2 reviews isn't too hard, right?

Well I'll probably still do the next chapter if I get no reviews but still… reviews are nice, they make my day!

This chapter has mild cursing, so if you don't want to see it, might not wanna read the PE segment of the story.

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Beginning it kind of choppy, but continue and it'll get better!

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The Shinigami tilted his head at the flabbergasted girl in front of him as she took another look around the room.

"I'm at DWMA!?" Maka asked him, not understanding how she had gotten from the bathroom of her small apartment to the office of a Death Lord somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

"Well, I brought you to the city! I've heard a lot about you from your father, and so I decided to enroll you in our school!" Lord Death told her as he handed her a small book, trying to change the subject. It had an old, leather cover and the pages were slightly worn. There was no title to the book, and Maka looked at it curiously, taking it nevertheless. "You should read that tonight, it might help you out with all the technical happenings at the academy," he smiled.

"Wait… what? How do you know my father? And you can't just take people into an academy without their permission!" All of this was making less sense as the black creature continued to supply only a vague amount of information.

"Hmmmm…" One of the oversized white fingers poked his chin as he thought about how to explain the basics of DWMA to her. Finally, he came up with his speech, proud of himself that he didn't have to keep her waiting too long. Snapping his fingers, a white chair popped in front of her from out of thin air, and he spread his hand out, inviting the young girl to sit down, surprised that she complied so obediently.

"Hmmm, let's start off by saying that a sound soul," he snaps his fingers again as a bulb pops out of his hand, blue flames surrounding it, "dwells within a sound mind and a sound body." He looked up at the ashy-haired girl as she nodded, signifying that she understood so far.

"That's where Death Weapon Meister Academy comes in, more popularly known as DWMA. It might be hard for you to understand, but this is a school that helps to train what are called 'weapons' and 'meisters.' You are a meister, Maka. I founded this school to help train young students to fight against demon gods. These gods tried to submerge the entire world into a living hell, driving many to insanity as they destroyed everything that humans have worked for millennia to keep. It's our job to make sure that this never happens again, and to do that, we fight the many forms they come in." Maka stared at him blankly, slowly digesting the large amount of information that she was given.

"In short," the Death Lord was back to his happy-go-lucky tone of voice, "it's a school of justice!"

"Well, what are meisters and weapons?" The girl asked, still confused on many levels. The black form only grinned, as if entertained.

"That's for me to know, and for you to find out. Take my hint and go read that new book of yours!" Maka let out an exasperated sigh as the Shinigami skillfully dodged her questions. "For now, you can go and explore! Classes don't start until tomorrow, and you can stay in the dorms next to the school. If I recall, there should be one empty room left..." He told her as, with another snap of his fingers, she was flown back out of the room.

"Wait!" Maka screeched, still wanting answers to her questions. But it was futile as she was catapulted outside of the school walls.

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(A/N- yeah, I cringe at the beginning too, but it was important, so I couldn't delete it)

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It was the oddest sight, a bustling city in the middle of a deserted desert. The moon was quite literally smiling down at her as it bore its teeth, a bit of tongue sticking out of the side. The eerie eyes were black with a spot of light at the middle, and looked as if it was stuck in a crescent moon shape, its nose poking out quite a bit. It watched her for a while before preoccupying itself with something else. A living moon, Maka thought, staring up at the supposed-to-be-inanimate planet.

Maka's mouth hung open as she gaped at the city below her just now noticing the grandeur of it all. A floating train stopped to let passengers of all kinds off before flying off to the next destination, soaring up into the sky and out of sight, blocked by the clouds of the semi-cloudy night.

She could see what looked like a fight taking place as a violet-haired girl and what seemed to be her twin sister yelled at two boys, one with sandy blonde hair and the other sporting hair that resembled seaweed. Maka didn't think much of it, but was shocked when one of the girls materialized into a silver and purple iron axe, floating into her sister's hands as the girl swung the weapon around like it was nothing. The other pair did the same, this time with the seaweed man transforming into a (surprise) green and blue trident. Maka pinched herself, watching the odd battle unfold before her, unsure if this was real or not. What surprised her most was that most of the passerby didn't even blink at the sight!

Suddenly, a flying skateboard came gliding over to the shiny-eyed Maka, stopping once it was right next to her.

"New girl, huh?" A voice asked as Maka jumped out of her trance. She grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of her head, finally tearing her eyes away from the fight right as the axe slammed down on the pavement, narrowly missing the boy's foot as he catapulted away at amazing speed, using his trident to throw sharp jet-like streams of water at the girl.

"That obvious, huh?" She asked the boy, noting his strange appearance. Bright yellow eyes eyed the girl as he smoothed down his hair, which was jet black save for 3 odd white stripes that went on one half of his head. The boy nodded, looking to where she had been watching the fight.

"It certainly is hard for a newbie to keep a straight face when she watches a human materialize into a weapon. But you'll get used to it soon enough, trust me. It'll be like second nature in no time," that statement reminded Maka of the dreams she had been having and she cringed slightly, hoping the odd boy wouldn't notice. He didn't.

She looked back at the fight and was surprised to see the boy waving at someone behind her, checking his watch. "My name's Kid by the way, I'll see you around, Maka?" He asked her, peering over her shoulder at two blonde girls who were currently waving him over. He checked his watch again, and realizing that he was late, hopped back onto his skateboard and flew away.

"Um, yeah. How did you-"but he was already gone, gliding over to his friends as one of the girls animatedly started talking to him. "Know my name?" Maka sighed as yet another question popped out into her mind.

"More unanswered questions," Maka sighed, "great." The sarcasm oozed out of her voice as she continued walking, the bright sounds and buildings were nothing like she had ever experienced before, and that was something, considering that she herself used to live in a big city. It was actually a pretty interesting place, and if she stayed here, the emerald eyed girl knew that she would have a lot of fun.

A small scream tore Maka away from her thoughts as she instantly started running over to the noise, her body moving of its own accord. Not having an inkling of where she was going, the girl continued to run, barely noticing that she had gone from a populated hub to one of the quietest parts of the city, with almost no one out and about.

She stopped, close to where she had heard the scream and looked around but there was no one in sight. Her footsteps echoed throughout the abandoned streets as she continued walking; only stopping to peer into some of the alleys in hope to find the one who had screamed.

There in one of the allies stood the back of a man, hair shock white as a red soul dangled between his fingers. Turning his head slightly, the boy's ruby eyes stared at the flame ravenously as he raised his arm up and dropped the soul into his wide mouth, swallowing the thing whole.

Aghast, Maka took a step forward into the dark alley, not knowing what to do.

"… Soul?" (A/N: I reaaaally wanted to stop the chapter here!)

There was a pause as the boy froze and turned around slowly, fear and surprise evident in his eyes.

He stared at her coldly as he glimpsed the horrified look on the girl's face. She had just watched him eat a soul after all!

"Kami..." He tried taking a step towards her but the girl moved back, not wanting him to get any closer to her. His eyes darkened slightly, knowing that to an outsider, this would seem rather abusive. Almost at once he knew that this wasn't who he thought she was; although she looked just like the woman he had grown up with. He reminded himself that Kami was dead, that this wasn't her, although it was hard to convince himself with the girl in front of him looking just like his stand-in mother. What was her name again…? Soul tried thinking of a name to place for the girl but nothing came up in his mind.

"… It was a demon soul; I couldn't just leave it there!" He tried justifying his actions to her, but he realized they were futile as he put a blank look on his face, the sharp teeth sticking out from his mouth. His eyes grew far darker than they were before, and the boy grimaced, pressing his hands against the wall. "Leave," he said unemotionally, "leave now." The memories flooded through him and he disliked the thought of being near someone who looked so much like the maternal figure he had so dearly loved.

And that's exactly what she did as she bolted soon after the words were uttered, finding her way back to where she came from. Taking out the small map that the Death Lord had given her, she started making her way to where the dorms were, already knowing that she just wasn't ready for what was to come the next day...

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Small bags drooped under Maka's eyelids as she sluggishly got ready for her first day of school. She had spent most of the night reading through the leather bound book the Death Lord had given her, and although it explained a lot, it was fairly large, taking Maka over 3 hours to read the entire thing.

It wasn't until long after she had been at the school that she would realize that the clothes she wore in her dreams were the same she was wearing now. Her mind was already so preoccupied with these new changes, it had no time to worry about silly dreams, and for that, Maka was exceptionally grateful for.

Once ready, the girl walked out the door, heart pounding as she started the short journey over to the school where she would start her first class as a meister. Maka wondered what she could possibly learn in the class, but felt the slight tingle of excitement about learning something new.

Nothing seemed to surprise her in this strange world anymore, although she was a little in awe when she saw the gigantic school building up close. It was huge, probably as big as all the buildings in her busy city street combined and the two candles on either side of it added a unique design feature. Maka absentmindedly thought about how symmetrical the school was, almost as if someone had purposely made it like that.

"Very symmetrical, isn't it?" A voice, quickly recognized as the voice of Kid, asked the green eyed girl proudly. Maka looked next to her to find the golden-orbed boy that she had talked to last night.

"Um… yeah, it is," she told him awkwardly, not sure why he was noting this insignificant detail. She soon found her answer as his eyes started shimmering, his body moving around in extravagant movements.

"I redesigned it myself, after it found a fault in its symmetry! The school can thank me now that IT'S PERFECTLY SYMMETRICAL, IT'S PERFECT!" he placed his hands on his hips as he laughed manically, causing Maka to sweatdrop and take a step away from the man who had been temporarily crazed. Looking back to her, he cleared his throat, thinking the curious look she was giving him was due to not knowing enough about symmetry.

"You see, I wanted my father to add in a class devoted to the magic of symmetry, but he said no! Can you even believe that!? When I'm in charge of this facility, I'm going to improve the symmetry of everything, including the students!" Again he laughed as the ash blonde girl just stared at him, wondering who his father was and if he was on some kind of school board.

"I should start off with the basics, the word 'Symmetry' comes from a Greek word meaning 'to measure together.' Symmetry as a whole is something with harmonious and near perfect in both proportion and balance-" The boy was interrupted in the middle of his lecture as laughter was heard. Looking up in surprise, Kid found Maka laughing hysterically, her head tilted up in laughter.

"You really like symmetry, huh?" The girl asked, amused by the boy's odd antics. Kid let out a small smile as he watched her, not bothered at all that she was laughing at him. After all, it wasn't like she was being mean, simply entertained. Changing the subject, the boy took Maka's schedule from her hands and read it through.

"Hey, we have first period together," he smiled at her, "so I guess you're a meister too. Have you found a weapon yet?" Maka simply shook her head and followed Kid as he started walking into the school to find the classroom. It was odd for him to make slight small talk, as he was doing now, but she went along with it, not knowing what else to say.

"Not yet," she replied, looking around at the jam-packed hallways, wondering how many of meisters like her there were. They soon found the classroom, Kid surprising the girl as they went straight to the room, not taking a wrong turn once. Maka assumed that he was familiar with the school and had probably been here for many years.

"How long have you been at the academy?" She asked him curiously. He shrugged the question off with a vague answer.

"A long time," he answered and entered the classroom without another word to her as he walked up to the desks and sat down. Maka simply looked around questions filling her mind; did they already have assigned seats or could she sit wherever she wanted? Frowning, Maka decided to just sit down; if she was sitting in someone's spot then oh well, how bad could it be really?

In true Maka fashion, the girl sat right by the front, where she would be able to see the board a lot easier. It didn't take long before the teacher came in, a man with bland appearances; he had neatly cut brown hair and large brown eyes. He seemed nice enough, although Maka suspected that he wouldn't have the most exciting classes, not that it bothered her. Clearing his throat, the man stepped up to the chalkboard and wrote his name down. Mr. Oakfield.

"A bland name to fit with bland appearances," the girl heard someone mumble under their breath as some chairs creaked quietly.

"Hello, I'm Mr. Oakfield, your new teacher," the man smiled gently and Maka couldn't help but smile back at the kind man, something that didn't go unnoticed by him as he cheered up visibly, noting that at least ONE student in the class wasn't going to hate him. "Seeing as we're already in month three of school, you all should already know each other, but just in case, could you all stand up and say your full name?" He asked politely, walking over to the opposite side of the room that Maka was on. "You can go first," he told an African-American student, an afro the size of Mars sitting on his head.

The boy shrugged, not caring much to introduce himself. There was a silence as the teacher waited for him to continue, yet the longer he waited, the longer the tense silence continued. Clearing his throat nervously, the teacher gave the boy a strict look.

"I said," Maka could tell that the teacher was distressed, trying desperately to gain control over the undisciplined students. "Tell the class your name!" Raising his eyebrows, the boy just grinned stupidly.

"Well maybe I don't wanna," he looked the teacher right in the eyes defiantly before plopping his feet onto the desk. Maka felt rage boil up in her stomach as she stood up, her chair clashing to the ground. Immediately the class's attention was upon her as she froze. What was she doing up there anyway? She wasn't brave, and she certainly wasn't going to stand up against the whole class… or was she? Taking a deep breath, Maka remembered the girl that she was in her dreams, the girl she wanted to be… What would she do? Knowing the answer, Maka stood up and looked at the entire class, noting that even the teacher was looking at her in shock.

"If you idiots aren't here to learn to be a meister, then you can get the hell out of here already," she told the class, emerald eyes burning with rage as they emanated anger and poorly concealed power that was lurking just underneath the surface. No one moved from their seat, sensing that, if they did, the girl would surely do something about it. It was an invitation to fight, and no one wanted to cross paths with the girl who was now radiating an almost evil-looking aura.

After a moment of silence, Maka had returned back to normal, aghast at what she had just done.

"Um… I'm Maka Albarn, nice to meet you," she mumbled to second part silently as the class looked at her in shock. There was a prolonged silence as the girl looked down at her lap, surprised that she had done something so brash. To her surprise, there was another creak of the chai as Kid stood up from his spot in the back.

"I'm Death the Kid," he pronounced seriously, almost opposite the behavior that Maka had seen him exhibit. Another chair.

"I'm your GOD, BLACK STAR!" laughter was heard as more chairs squeaked.

"Ox Ford," whispering was heard as many of the students started talking about the weird boy. From what Maka had heard, he was top in academics and a rather good meister whose weapon, a lightning spear, was a dangerous opponent in battle. When she looked over at him, she was surprised to see him glaring at her, as if challenging the green-eyed girl. But she didn't have a chance to think about it as another voice piped up to introduce himself.

"Kilik Lunge," more whispers as Maka listened in to the group of gossipers, their awe evident. Maka bit her lip as she heard about some of his amazing feats. He was, after all, one of the top meisters in all of Shibusen, which was fairly a large area judging from what Maka had seen from it.

"Kim Diehl," a petite girl squeaked as she looked around nervously before sitting down to let someone else stand up.

More chair squeaking and soon everyone was following Maka's cue, standing up and introducing themselves to the class. The emerald eyed girl smiled proudly as she watched the rest state their names to the crowd…

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Once it was all over, Mr. Oakfield smiled, looking over to Maka gratefully as he started on his lecture. To her surprise, most of the stuff he was telling the class was in the book that Lord Death had given her! Still, the girl diligently took notes on what was being taught, and soon she was even smiling proudly to herself, raising her hand to answer the questions he asked to the class. To the meister's surprise, the boy she remembered to be Ox Ford had started answering questions as well, almost as if in a competition.

Maka would answer a question and Ox would answer a question. On and on the game went, with him giving her a gloating look every time he answered one right. On the few times she didn't raise her hand, the bald boy would smirk and raise his own, answering the question and then quietly start laughing to himself, as if he were the winner of a prize-winning game.

The boy was getting on her nerves, and when the bell finally rung, she was glad to get out of the same room as him. Although she liked the class, she was not looking forward to having to see the muddy-eyed brainiac every day.

She was surprised when Kid caught up to her in the jam-packed halls, grabbing onto her shoulder.

"Maka!" he moved to walk next to her as she smiled at her newfound friend. "That was some stunt you pulled back there," he told her as he started leading her to her new class. She blushed a light shade of pink, remembering how she had stood up in front of everyone.

"I didn't even know I had it in me…" She told him, "It was so embarrassing!" Kid simply shook his head slightly, remembering the same courage that an old meister here had, although it was many years ago, when Kid was… well still a kid.

"Hey, Maka…" he asked her, eyes now completely serious as they stopped outside the next classroom door. She looked at his golden orbs curiously. "Have you ever heard of a meister named Kami Reibel?" Maka thought a moment before replying.

"Well… I've heard of the name Kami before but I didn't even know meisters existed before now, so I probably wouldn't know anyone who was one. Why? Was she famous or something?" she inquired curiously. Kid simply shook his head at her.

"No. She was no one special…" he mumbled to her. "This is your next classroom by the way, it's the last one I'll have with you for a while, so you'll need to figure out where to go from here." And, just like last time, he entered the room without her, sitting down between two girls, one of which was currently waving to him avidly.

Maka simply walked into the crowded room, trying hard to find an empty seat. To her relief, there were 2 more seats left in the back. Hurriedly, she walked up the steps until she reached the last row and sat down, not paying any mind to who she was next to. At least until she heard the clearing of a throat and turned to her left, only to find the snowy-haired boy, his blood red eyes staring at her as he placed his feet onto the top of the desk.

Silence engulfed the two as they watched each other. Finally, Maka mustered up a smile for him.

"Um… hi, I'm Ma-" she was interrupted as Soul stared at her, his expression one of pure boredom.

"Does it look like I care?" He asked her dully. She frowned at him, annoyed at how calm he was.

"Well you should, considering that I had to pay for half of your meal!" She declared angrily. The boy simply gave her a blank look.

"What are you babbling about?" Maka took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down a little.

"I'm talking about at the café! You sat down at my table and didn't leave enough money to cover your food! Not only that, but you left your ID!" She yelled at him, waving his card under his nose. He tried snatching it back, but Maka's quick reflexes caused her to pull back just in time.

"Uh-uh-uh," she smirked at his annoyed face, "ask politely." The weapon's face went into a scowl before changing into a lazy smirk.

"You think you have so much power because you have a flimsy little card, huh?" He asked her, inching his face towards hers. Maka grinned proudly and nodded.

"Yup! And it's working so far, judging on your reactions," she told him. He raised an eyebrow before blowing lightly in her ear, causing her to jump back and fall out of her chair, the card falling into the snowy-haired boy's hand.

"Ouch…" Maka rubbed her back lightly before glaring back at Soul. "Geez, did you have to go that far?" She asked him indignantly. He only smirked in return before holding out his hand to help her up. Cautiously she took it. "I swear, if you pull this hand away…" She mumbled, expecting him to drop her again. But he didn't, and she was thankful for that as she settled herself back into the seat next to him.

The rest of this class passed by fairly quickly with Maka avidly taking notes on the new course, which was completely different from her previous lesson. This one, she noted, would be difficult as she didn't know anything about the subject. She might have to pick up some books to learn extra about the topic, Maka decided as she listened intently to the class, ignoring the snoring coming from the boy to her left.

Quietly, she brought her leg out to the side and kicked him, causing the boy's red eyes to flash open, his body wobbling, trying to keep his balance on the chair. Red eyes glared at her as she glanced at him before returning to her notes.

"Stay awake, I can't concentrate with you snoring like a bear over there," she hissed at him, slightly annoyed. He raised an eyebrow at her, wondering whether or not he really was snoring. In the end he just wound up falling back asleep, his eyelids inviting him to succumb back into darkness.

By the time class was over, Maka was significantly more confident with the class, although she definitely wouldn't be ready if a test came along. Walking down the steps, she stopped by the teacher, who was standing by the door.

"Um, Ms. Radechame?" She asked as the teacher looked down at her, hard pink eyes looked at her new pupil. "I'm new here, and-" for the nth time since she had gotten to DWMA, she was interrupted as the teacher scowled at her. And with the tight bun she wore, it didn't help with Maka's nerves.

"So you're making excuses," she said, making a frightening face at the girl.

"Um… no, I was-"

"I don't want to hear it! If this class is too hard for you then get out, I don't want a slacker!"

"That's not it! I-"

"Then what is it!? I don't accept briberies either!" Sighing, Maka tried one last time.

"I JUST WANT A BOOK!" She yelled to the teacher, trying to keep to the point. Surprised, the teacher stayed silent. "I was going to ask you if you had any books I could read to help me catch up!" Realizing that she had just yelled at her teacher, Maka looked up to see her reaction, only to find that Ms. Radechame was already by her desk, writing something down. After a moment, the woman came back with a smile on her face.

"Well why didn't you just ask, sweetie? Here you go!" A rather large list was shoved into her hands as Maka thanked the teacher quietly and hurried to her last morning class, which was P.E.

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"Pick up the pace, new girl!" the teacher screeched as Maka's feet pounded on the ground, trying to avoid the many dummies that flew out to the side. Her lunged ached for some fresh air as her legs pushed to keep her body upright. When the girl thought of PE, she had assumed something a little less… intense.

Finally, the barrage of dummies stopped and Maka went down into a walk, gasping for air. The teacher didn't say a word as the girl moved out of the line, letting the next person go. Once she had regained her breath, she went into the next line, right behind the same boy that had made her fall out of her chair.

Soul looked over his shoulder and gave a lazy smirk, as her emerald orbs met his ruby ones. Suddenly Maka felt energized, her competitive spirit washing over her as she glared at him, not out of anger but out of daring, as she challenged him silently to a race on the course. He simply turned around as he started the course with incredible speed. Maka took deep breaths as she watched him speed around the course, noting his movements, his turns. It seemed like a flash and he was done, getting about as far away as the tree halfway across the field before he went down.

"Next!" The teacher boomed as Maka took off, ready to get in a better round. A straw dummy flew her way from the left, different than the direction it had before, making Maka realize that these were magical dummies, there to change the exercise up every time.

Smirking, she flew forward into a forward roll, ducking under the dummy as it flew by her. She lunged herself up, not missing a beat as she took a deep breath and leaped over the small mud pit ahead of her, her legs stretching out in front of her to grasp the solid earth.

She pumped her arms as she leaped up onto the platform, barely dodging the dummy that came from underneath her as she pressed forward, now about halfway done. As another dummy flew by her, she dashed forward, only to be hit again and again as more dummies flew out, catching her behind the knees and on the back. Her lungs once again started to burn as her legs remembered her previous pain.

The rest of the course ended immediately as her legs gave way, forcing her to move off of the tracks. She looked back only to see that she had been about twenty long strides away from the tree that Soul had reached.

"Damnit!" Maka cursed to herself as her legs shook from exhaustion. She walked back over only to be greeted with a cold water bottle.

"Drink up," the coach said as she took it, greedily gulping it down her throat. For once, she was thankful that this class was only four times a week, as she didn't think she could handle doing this every day.

"EVERYBODY SIT DOWN!" The teacher's voice could be heard throughout the field as everyone jogged over to him. "Now, as most of you know, having a weapon is the most important part of being a meister, just as having a meister is the most important part of being a weapon," Maka heard Soul scoff from behind her as she looked back curiously, only to see that lazy smile of his planted upon his face.

"I have checked your forms earlier this month and it has come to my attention that about a third of you still don't have a partner!" The ash blonde girl bit her lip lightly, knowing that she herself didn't even know where to begin looking for a weapon. "Therefore, I have decided to help you out! While in this class, you may have people approaching you, this is because…" The teacher smiled gruffly, "Lord Death has made a sheet of those without a partner, and advertised you throughout the school in each classroom!"

"Aw shit," Maka heard Soul curse loudly as he continued to string on profanities. She gave him a curious look as he growled at her.

"Don't even think about it," he said lowly, causing Maka to tilt her head in confusion.

"Think about what?" She asked, turning around slightly to face him. He looked at her as if she were an alien before going back to a lax grin, no traces of the aggression that was there before.

"Hmm, never mind then," he told her, shrugging his shoulders as if he didn't have a care left in the world.

"Awww c'mon, aren't you gonna tell me?" The girl gave him her best puppy eyes as he stared perplexedly at them. Realizing that they had no effect on him, she sighed and turned back to the teacher, wondering what had caused his outburst.

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Hmmm, well this was a long chapter—I'm pretty proud of myself! All 12 pages of the new chapter!

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And I didn't even end this one in a cliffhanger! Well I guess I ran out of ideas to continue it into a cliffhanger unless I did another 10 pages of plot so… no.

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I have some really interesting developments I'm planning on doing, so be excited for that!

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Review? Anything you did/ didn't like about the chapter? TELL ME!

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I know this chapter was pretty sloppy. I honestly only like the last few pages, so if you want me to redo it just tell me and I will

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REVIEW! Thanks!