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Spirit's Pov

Spirit, as usual, was in the Death Room with the school's headmaster. Occasionally calls from student meisters would come in, giving detailed reports of their missions so far, but sadly none of them were from Maka. "Why can't they all be from Maka?" He had wished countless times. But they were also waiting for someone else as well, someone who hasn't been back like he should've. Spirit knew Stein could take care of himself, but he was supposed to have reported back to the Death room 15 minutes ago! It wasn't like him to take this long.

"You should go check on him," Lord Death finally spoke in a half-goofy sounding voice.

"I was just thinking about that. I wonder why he's taking so long." the redhead replied, taking his leave to the infirmary.

"It is... ..-day... United..." Spirit heard Stein's voice coming from the infirmary, but he couldn't clearly make out what he was actually saying because of he was too far off. He drew closer to the Health room, and saw an even more disturbing image than what was usual with his ex-meister. The silver-haired man was pointing to the world map nailed onto the wall, with a stagnant, lifeless aura about him that creeped the death scythe right out. He also then noticed the injured teen Maka had brought standing right next to the school's EAT professor. Somehow, he had a slightly distressing feeling that there was something off about this kid as well.

"Stein, what's taking you so long?" Spirit said, standing in the infirmary's doorway. Stein didn't respond-in fact, he didn't even twitch. Instead, he just stood there, still as a statue.

"Stein?" Spirit called again, growing steadily more suspicious.

"Oh, Spirit, you need something?" Stein turned to his old death scythe friend, speaking casually.

"No, I was just here to check on you. We were wondering what was taking you so long." Spirit replied. "So, he's awake now?" The redhead eyed the recovering minor. He didn't trust this boy, not after what he had read off the reports, and what had happened when he first tried to talk to Stein in the infirmary.

"Yeah, I was just showing him around," his ex-meister claimed.

"Then we should take him to Lord Death!" Spirit called in a rough voice. He did not want to wait in here with this kid anymore. After a while of walking, the three finally arrived at the Death Room, where Lord Death was having tea by himself, sitting next to a tea table.

"Ah! Spirit, Stein, you're back! And hello to you, kiddo! Nice to meet'cha!" The grim reaper happily welcomed them. But the teen only give the reaper a baffled and slightly startled look as if to say, "what the hell is this thing?".

"Don't eye-" Spirit was cut off by the headmaster.

"Now, now, everyone, let's be polite," Death suggested, "After all, no one wants to get Reaper Chopped! Especially you, Spirit." After saying this, Death asked Stein and Spirit to leave so he could have a private discussion with the boy.

"Stein, I need to talk to you," Spirit began once they both exited the Death Room. The EAT professor turned to him. "What really happened in the infirmary?"

Lelouch's Pov

Lelouch sat on one of the tatami mats laid out in the Death Room. He was having an extended conversation with this so called 'grim reaper', putting on his usual facade. Together they both ambled between a lot of casual topics such as their favorite type of tea or anything that would vaguely spark their interest; but deep down the teen was overcome with frustration, rapidly trying to process what the hell was going on. He couldn't figure out how or why he had been dropped into another world, his geass had failed him with Stein, or how he was talking to a death god-not to mention the creepy ginger that kept death glaring him. Then again, why was he wondering all about this when in his own world, there was a stubborn green-haired lady giving out free magical powers? In truth, that sounded absolutely absurd!

"SO... Can you tell me what happened with the pre kishin?" The question came almost out of nowhere from the death god. It seemed like he didn't invite him here to have a simple cup of tea after all. It was to be expected, Lelouch thought. And what was a pre kishin? Was it the monster that had attacked him the night he arrived at this strange city? Also, if it was, then what can he say? He can't just tell this death god about his powers!

"What's a pre kishin?" Lelouch asked innocently. If he would've said anything else, the death god might question him more, so why not turn that question around instead?

"Ack! I'm terribly sorry, kiddo! I didn't really count on the fact that you may not be from here!" The reaper gave an apologetic sigh and scratched his head. "Pre kishins are basically corrupted, evil human souls that've made the first-stage transformation into a full kishin, which is a being of total death and destruction," The death god explained seriously. "The creature you met that night was a pre kishin." He continued. "So, can you tell me what happened to the pre kishin?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't remember much. All I could recall was being attacked, and then everything went black," Lelouch chose his words carefully, not wanting the reaper to dig even further into him.

"Then, can you tell me where you're from? Your parents are going to be quite worried about you!" The death god began again, but once again his question was shot down, forcing him to start at square one.

"I don't remember." The teen said sadly, looking down into his tea. It was at this point that the reaper could almost make out a depressing aura.

"No, no! I'm sorry for going on such a touchy subject!" Disappointed, this was when the death god knew he wouldn't be getting any straight answers out of this secretive boy, so he thought he would play along and extract the information another way.

"Lelouch, how would you like to become a student at the DWMA? You can stay here until your memories recover!" The headmaster of the school kindly offered. Seeing this, Lelouch already knew what was going on. The death god purposefully offered him this option so he could learn what Lelouch wouldn't tell now, and, knowing he had nowhere to go, this made the reaper even more sure he would take the bait. He was helpless, and he was playing right into this guy's hands. The teen smirked to himself inwardly. He wouldn't be done in that easily.

"Alright, that sounds great!" Lelouch accepted his offer.

-2 days later

It was the beginning of the 4th quarter at the DWMA, and in the early mornings, students can be seen climbing the long, tedious stairs up to the massive facility, getting pumped because it was the last quarter before summer rolls on by. Among the summer-fevered students was Lelouch Lamperouge. He had arrived at this eccentric school, days ago, and is now one of the many students attending this highly respected academy. Two days ago, when he accepted the headmaster's offer of becoming a student at the school, he was assigned a room in the boy's dorm, where he had to stay with two other guys and gotten his school identification card as a one meister. From what he had learned from his roommates, all he needed now was a demon weapon partner, which he didn't have. As he was thinking about all he this, he slowly and achingly made his way up the most hellish design of stairs he had ever witnessed. Just who thought this was a good idea for a school?! Not even Suzaku would be able survive these stairs from hell, let alone Lelouch, who consistently got the crappiest physical scores in the history of crappy physicals. But most of all, what in the world was up with that sun?! It was disturbing, it was wrong! And somehow everyone here thinks it's normal! Even worse, just when he was about to at least shrug that off, he saw someone riding across the sky in the school's general direction, with what looked like a flying skateboard. Damn, how he wished he had his mecha right now. In the end, Lelouch had to be partially carried up those damn stairs by one of his roommates. Good thing he was around, maybe he'll even make the next Rivalz. Finally, after more stair climbing outside and inside of the school, he painstakingly reached his final destination: Class Crescent Moon! He stood there in the hallway, resting a little, before ambling inside along with a few other students. Immediately after he entered the crowded and noisy classroom, he felt a light tap on his shoulder, turning around he saw the same sandy blonde pigtails and black trench coat he had seen nights before.

"Hi! My name's Maka! What's yours?"