Desmond's arm turned into the spinal cord and rib cage chain. "If you let me connect with you, anyone can wield me. But it's incredibly painful to go through. If you'd like, I'd connect with you." Desmond laughed.

Brennan rolled his eyes and pushed his partner aside. "Like I said, my name is Brennan. It's nice to meet you." Brennan offered it his hand.

Maka smiled back and shook his hand. "So you two are the Meisters I'm guessing?"

"Actually I'm the Meister and Tsubaki is the Weapon. You kicked in my partner's head and your partner there created the hole with Tsubaki's Meister, Black Star."

"Yeah, sorry about that. It wasn't our plan to start any action."

"It's more our fault. Black Star always does things like this." Tsubaki apologized.

"You can blame Soul as well." Maka glared at the two in the pit.

"You just got a lucky shot on us!" Black Star shouted, he was fully recovered and on his feet.

"Yeah wait until you face us with our full strength!" Soul added on.

Desmond shrugged. "Well if neither of you want to attempt."

Desmond twisted around and hurled his rib cage connection for them. It latched around Black Star's extended wrist. Black Star fell into his knees and screamed in pain. Desmond switched to his Weapon form and swung into Soul. Desmond switched back to normal and landed on the brim of the hole.

"I just noticed last, those are some killer shoes!" Desmond knelt down and laughed. "Oh, this is going to be fun." he whispered.

"He gets really excited when he fights."

"Just like Black Star." Tsubaki sighed.

"Since it's our first day, you don't mind showing us around do you?"

"I don't mind, who's class are you in?" Maka asked.

"It said Sid but I got a new schedule in the mail with my teacher saying 'to be determined'."

"Oh that's our classroom."

Brennan broke out into a smile. "Thank you."

Desmond scanned the area. He turned suspicious of the room. "Hey Brennan, you said we were late, everybody has their books out still."

"We were at most five minutes late."

"I could've thrown on a shirt." Desmond slouched in his seat as he mumbled his words. "She's looking at you."

Brennan looked up from his book and down the rows of seats. His eyes past Maka's for only a second, but it was long enough to freeze his mind. His face turned bright red and snapped back down to his book.

"She's small."

"I apologize Desmond that I see people more than just as objects. It doesn't take a blind man to see that Maka is probably one of the smartest people in this class. I mean look at her book, no one in this level would even attempt it."

Desmond chuckled. "I was talking about height man. But" he nudged Brennan's shoulder. "that too." Desmond laughed loud enough for the next room to here him.

"Quiet down!" A man's voice shouted in from the door.

"Who is that?"

"Alright kids quiet down. Class is about to start. I'm not going to bother taking attendance."

Desmond snickers and leaned back with his feet on his table. "No attendance, no paying attention."

Brennan punched down on Desmond's knee. Desmond snapped back in reaction and curled up into a ball. "Just because there is no attendance doesn't mean we can just slack off." Brennan tried to keep his voice down for it to only turn out like a growl.

"Is your father making that stupid face at us?" Desmond and Brennan over heard Soul talk. "What's up with this Death Scythe? Are you supposed to be our new teacher or something?"

"Death Scythe?" Desmond whispered to himself. He got out of his ball and leaned forward in his chair. "You hear that Brennan? You get the ins with Maka's father and you also learn how to use a scythe properly."

"Didn't you hear Maka? She hates her father."

"You like her."

"Desmond, Brennan!" Death Scythe shouted at them. "Outside now!"

"I'm dreadfully sorry sir, we were just going over first day notes and all and, and..." Brennan pleaded.

"Outside."

"Thanks a lot." Brennan folded his book and got up from his desk.

The team walked out of the room, Brennan tried to turn back and plead but the door was already closed. They sat against the wall in silence. Desmond folded his arms and quickly dozed off. Brennan kept his ear pressed against the door.

The door swung open. "Ahh!" Brennan fell to the ground. Brennan's face quickly turned red once he saw he looked up at Maka. He scurried over to the wall and sat perfectly forward.

"So uncool." Soul said before they walked off.

Death Scythe walked out right after. "Lord Death wanted me to speak to you two when you both finally decided to show up."

"Again dreadfully sorry." Brennan looked over to Desmond who was still sound asleep. He slapped his brother across the face to spring him awake.

"You son of a- dick. Why'd you do that." Desmond complained.

"Listen up." Death Scythe began. "The DWMA are risking a lot for the sake of you two. A few years ago we wouldn't have taken another one of you in. But things have changed and Lord Death is being gracious with you two. Since you two 'missed' the physical exam, you will need to see a more specialized one. Find a Dr. Stein, he'll be the one that can clear you or not." Death Scythe handed Brennan a folded paper. "And one more thin." Death Scythe squatted down to Brennan. "If you ever look at my dear Maka like that again. I will fail you."

Death Scythe reentered the classroom. Brennan unfolded the paper and read the address on it. "Let's go."

"What the hell was that?" Desmond tossed up his hood. "'We should be gracious to be here' we are not different than any other combo here. Let's go that doctor."

The building Dr. Stein lived in made Desmond and Brennan uneasy. Its architecture was gray and glim. The random stitching of the house gave them the creeps.

"Whoever this guy is, Death Scythe sure wanted to teach us a lesson." Brennan straightened his collar. "Let's introduce ourselves."

They walked up the front steps and knocked on the door. There wasn't any answer nor any noise that came from the home. Desmond walked away from the entrance and walked over to one of the lower windows. He peered in and only saw darkness. Anything that he could see was only beakers and gray furniture from a doctor's office.

"God, this guy is like some mad scientist or something." Desmond walked back to Brennan.

"Excuse me, Dr. Stein?" Brennan yelled into the door. "Death Scythe sent us over!" Brennan sighed, he turned from the door and sat on the steps. "You think he's like you and sleeping in the middle of the day?"

Desmond peered through the keyhole. "Could be, doctors get paid a lot and work a lot so"

The door slammed open in Desmond's face. His body tumbled off the entry pad and onto the ground. Brennan rolled down the stairs, and narrowly avoided the man on the chair that flew by. Brennan rolled onto his stomach and scurried up the steps.

"Hey man what's your problem! I didn't come all this way to get a door bashed into my face." Desmond got up on his feet and shouted. He froze once he saw the man. The stitches around his body, and the giant screw bolt in his head. "What the hell?"

"I know, what is going on here?" Brennan rubbed his head.

The man grabbed the bolt on his head and twisted the screw. The boys scooted back away from him, Brennan back into the open door and Desmond smacked into the wall.

"You two boys must be the exception the school has made." The smile he gave to the boys freaked them out even more. "Well then, let's get into the examination!"