Soul and Spirit arrived at the DWMA the next morning, yawning and tired.
"SOUL!"
Maka hugged Soul tightly and Spirit sighed. She walked into the school and bumped into a blond male. She fell on her butt, groaning.
"Are you ok?"
She looked up into the bright turquoise eyes of Hiro Shimono. She got up quickly, blushing.
"Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry for bumping into you."
"It's no problem at all. I'm Hiro. What's your name?"
"Death Scythe Spirit Stealer Evans!"
"No way! You're a Death Scythe?"
"Yep."
"Hey, I'm a Meister!"
"Seriously? You?"
"Yeah. Do you have one?"
She bit her lip.
"She died."
"I'm sorry."
"It's ok. You didn't know."
"How old are you?"
"Eleven."
"You look fourteen!"
"Damned growth spurts. I get it from my dad."
"Spirit!"
Spirit turned around and Soul ran up to her.
"Oh, Big Brother!"
Hiro fell on his face and Spirit looked at him.
"Hiro-kun!"
"KUN?" Soul demanded
Spirit helped him up and looked at her brother.
"This is my new Meister!"
The three of them looked at her.
"WHAT?" Soul squeaked
"If that is ok with you, Hiro-kun."
He nodded and Spirit squealed. She hugged Hiro and Soul glared at him.
"Hiro, could you and I speak over there for a sec?"
Hiro followed Soul to the farthest corner away from the girls.
"Ok, listen to me, bucko. You hurt her or cause her to get hurt, you won't just have me to deal with. Got it?!"
Hiro shrugged and Soul griped the front of his shirt, pinning him to the wall.
"Got it?" he snarled
Hiro nodded and Soul released his shirt.
"Good."
Soul walked back over to the girls and Spirit noticed how pale Hiro was.
"Are you ok?"
Soul was whistling nonchalantly. Spirit glared at him.
"Are you ok, Hiro-kun?"
"Yeah."
"Want to go practice Resonating?"
"Sure."
Spirit pulled Hiro away and Maka looked at Soul.
"Did you scare him?"
"A little."
Maka sighed and Soul grinned.
"I know it was so uncool but I had too."
Spirit and Hiro were in a training clearing, practicing. Soul and Maka walked up to them.
"Hey, you two."
Spirit transformed and looked at them.
"Hi!"
Hiro backed up a step away from Soul. Spirit smiled.
"Maka, could we practice against you two?"
"Sure."
"Ready, Hiro-kun?"
Spirit transformed again and Hiro caught her. Soul turned into Scythe and Maka grabbed the shaft.
"Ready?"
Hiro nodded and Maka swung Soul at them.
"Hiro-kun!"
Hiro pulled the string back and fired arrows at Maka's feet.
"Maka, block them!"
Maka cut the next barrage of arrows and Hiro grinned. Maka looked down and shrieked.
"PERVERT!"
Her skirt was around her ankles and Maka dropped Soul, diving for her skirt.
"What the hell, Hiro!?"
He and Spirit were laughing. Spirit transformed, still laughing.
"You so didn't notice that?!"
Soul was on his knees, gagging.
"I saw her underwear! That was so uncool!"
Maka Maka-chopped Soul, scowling.
"Rude. It's the only pair you'll ever see."
"What're you talking about? Cool guys like me see them all the time!"
Another point to Maka!
"We should go."
Spirit gasped and turned around. Hiro had flipped her skirt!
"Hiro-kun!"
"HIRO!"
"I couldn't help it."
Soul ran at him, pissed.
"You little bastard!"
Spirit stood in front of Hiro protectively.
"You won't hurt my Meister."
Soul smirked and shoved his hands in his pockets. He knew that fierceness in her voice.
"Right. I'm sorry I tried to hurt Hiro."
Soul turned and walked off. Maka followed, holding her skirt up. Spirit giggled and turned around. She smiled.
"We should get to class."
Hiro flipped his bond hair.
"Right."
"And if you ever flip my skirt again, you'll die."
Hiro nodded and they walked back to the DWMA. They went to their class before the bell rang.
"Hey, Hiro!"
BlackStar walked up to Hiro.
"I need to test something."
Spirit glared at him.
"Get away from my Meister, BrokenStar."
BlackStar laughed.
"I'm a big star! No one scares me!"
"Really?"
Spirit kicked him between the legs and BlackStar fell to his knees.
"Owwww."
"Huh. Looks like it was healing too."
Subaki giggled and Spirit looked at her.
"How did you get stuck with such a pathetic Meister?"
"I don't know. I just put up with him."
"Oh, that's very reassuring." BlackStar groaned
"Ok."
Spirit giggled and the door opened. The students rushed to their seats.
"It seems we have a new student!" Dr. Stein announced, twisting the screw stuck in his head. Spirit tensed.
"Her name is apparently Spirit Evans. She most commonly goes by Spirit Stealer, the Death Scythe at age eleven."
