I groaned as I realized I had to get up for school. I quickly dressed and at a quick breakfast. I was going to be late if I didn't hurry my ass up. So, instead of walking, I ran. And I was lucky, because the bell rang literally just as I walked in the door. I sighed of relief and took my seat next to Kid. Stein rolled into the classroom on his swivel chair and moved up to his desk.

"Good morning class. Today," he paused and began to turn the screw in his head. "We will be dissecting frogs."

I was taken aback by this. Stein was the kind of person who would have us dissect a zebra, not frogs. But whatever, I was way more capable of frogs than zebras.

"But," he started. Oh no, there was a 'but'… "Anybody who thinks they can't handle it, talk amongst others who can't either."

Oh. Okay. Well, to get out of doing work, I pretended I might throw up if I even touched a dead frog. Kid wouldn't do it because there was no way to make it symmetrical, and Liz, well, she was Liz. So with pretty much everyone else dissecting slimy little reptiles, we were just talked about random things, such as ice-cream, Kishin hunting, and, of course, symmetry. I lost interest after a little and started drawing in my notebook. They were just little things, but they were pretty good. I made a portrait of myself and other stupid things. I looked up for a moment and noticed a few people were staring at me. Of course, this angered me. So the niceness that was flowing out of me for the past few days was gone for a moment.

"What? Am I all of a sudden a genetically enhanced Avian (human with bird wings that can fly)?!" I snapped at them. They all looked away and I smiled in satisfaction. I went back to drawing, hoping nobody would look at me again. There was a gentle knock at the door. I figured it was just Lord Death or another teacher.

"Um, are you Angel?" a soft voice asked. I nodded my head.

"Can I help you with something?" I replied without looking up once.

"No, Professor Stein told me to sit here." she replied. I froze and my pencil fell out of my hand. A memory flooded back to me and I slowly lifted my head up. Behind me stood a girl about two inches shorter than me. She had midnight purple hair wrapped up in a ponytail and electric blue eyes. She wore a lime-green t-shirt with a slanting golden chain belt over it, a teal mini-skirt, and black knee-high boots with gold buckles on the ankle.

"O-okay. Here…" I said, barely audible. So my dream was real! I scooted over closer to Kid and she sat down between me and Tsubaki. I pretended to ignore her and kept drawing, but I stole a glance from her here and there. Finally, after twenty minutes, she spoke again.

"I'm Silara. And I'm also a weapon." she said cheerfully. My heart leapt into my throat with happiness. And with fear.

"Where's your meister?" I asked, pretending to not care all that much.

"Don't have one. Are you a weapon?"

"No, meister."

"Well, where's your weapon?"

"Don't have one…"

I saw her smile out of the corner of my eye. Stein came up and handed Silara a dead frog and some dissection tools. She thanked him with a weak smile and swallowed nervously. I sighed and dropped my pencil onto my notebook.

"Gimme that." I told her as I switched around my notebook and her dissection tray.

"Oh, no, Angel. You don't have to do that, I can dissect it myself…" Silara told me shakily. I gave her a look that said I didn't believe her and she nodded her head, confirming that she couldn't stomach it, whereas I just didn't do it because I didn't want to. I took a deep breath and began to cut the frog open.

A little after I finished ripping the poor frog apart, Silara spoke again.

"Your drawings are really good."

"Um, thanks…"

There was an awkward silence between us. "Angel and Silara. See me after class." Stein told us. I jumped at the sudden notice of our names, so did Silara. She nodded nervously and I just shrugged my shoulders.

After Class

"So, whassup, Stein?" I asked casually as I perched myself on the edge of his desk. Silara pulled me down and I rolled my eyes. If she was going to be pushy to me and we barely know one another, then she would probably be twice as pushy as my partner. Speaking of which… I thought to myself as I took a peek at her soul. It was bright purple and had a ponytail matching her hair, like Tsubaki. Her soul was nervous but had a smile on, anyway. I smirked and turned my attention back to Stein, who wasn't speaking because he noticed I had been looking at Silara's soul.

"The reason I called you two here-" he began, but I interrupted him

"Stein, you didn't 'call us here', you're just keeping us after class."

He scowled at me as he puffed out some smoke from his cigarette. "Anyway, you're here because I believe something could work out between you two."

I rolled my eyes again. It sounded like he was trying to set us up for a date.

"Wh-what do you mean?" Silara asked him. Stein smiled deviously.

"I mean, you both are partnerless. Silara, you never had a partner, and Angel. You left your partner." he pointed out, as if it weren't obvious. Silara turned to me, ready to ask why I left Atami. I held my hand up to stop her.

"Do not ask." I said, before she could get out a single word. She nodded her head silently.

"So, you, um, want us to be… partners?" Silara asked him hopefully. Stein turned the screw in his head again.

"Exactly. I have set up a special class for Weapons' Training. I want you girls to attend." he replied.

"Weapons' Training? Stein, we are not little kids." I protested.

"Lemme rephrase that. You will attend."

I sighed loudly. "Fine…"

"Good. Silara, you're dismissed. Angel I wanna talk to you more." Stein said. Silara nodded her head and pretty much ran out of the classroom. When she was completely gone, I sat back up on his desk. Stein wheeled his chair around to the front so he could face me better.

"Angel, I know you dissected Silara's frog for her." he deadpanned.

"And your point is…"

"My point is, you would never do that. You're not the nicest person."

I rolled my eyes. "This isn't any news to me, Stein."

"I know. But why? I saw you looking at her soul."

"I can read souls. Big deal."

"But why, Angel? Why did you do something nice for her?"

I let out an exasperated breath. "I had a dream last week. Silara was there… I had a feeling she was supposed to be my partner. I was nice to her because I didn't want her to hate me and not even give me a chance. I didn't want to be forced to be my partner like Atami. She could've ended up just like her. A liar…"