Marie Mjonir stared at the DWMA with a bright eye. First day of school as a weapon! Thirteen year old Marie fastened her ponytail and straightened her eyepatch. She had to look ready for the day after all. Suddenly, Marie's reality caught up with her. She could barely transform on command. How was she going to pull something like this off? Was she in way over her head? How could she have just left home to join such a high class school without even being able to transform all the time? Marie caught sight of two EAT student who were practice fighting. They were one boy and one girl, both a little older than Marie herself. The boy had a sword which he skillfully swung, blocking hit after hit. The girl fought with a wooden bat which she was surprisingly agile with. She swung it over her head and struck hard. The hammer gulped. Students here sure were talented. Would she ever be able to find a meister like that girl? Someone who could carry a short handled hammer like her with grace? Come on Marie you can figure this out. She closed her eyes as she walked. Count to ten in your head to calm down.

"Ouch!"

She collided promptly into someone. Dammit. She wasn't even through the front doors yet.

"I'm so sorry!" Marie apologized helping the girl to her feet.

"Please watch where you're going," the girl said picking up books from the floor.

Marie was caught off guard by how young the girl looked. No older than perhaps ten. Maybe her talents came early but very rarely did anyone under teenage years train in the DWMA. Only talented exceptions or early bloomers. The girl straightened her glasses.

Marie gave her a friendly smile and extended her hand. "I'm Marie nice to meet you."

The girl looked at her hand for a moment then took it. "Yumi Azusa."

...

"Ouch!" Yumi cried as she was knocked off her feet and to the floor. Her books scattered around her.

"I'm so sorry!"

Yumi looked up at the girl who had so carelessly bumped her. She was a young teenager who had chosen to wear a denim jacket over top her uniform which was black. Yumi honestly didn't think allowing street clothes with a school uniform was a great idea but who was she to judge? She herself wore a dark brown plaid dress with a pin representing death's mask on her breast pocket. If only there were more choices in her size.

"Please watch where you're going." Yumi brushed herself off and picked up her books.

First day and already such a mess. She still needed to go find her dorm and everything. Not even through the front door.

"I'm Marie nice to meet you."

Yumi looked up a realized the girl was giving her a bright and braced smile. Marie had her hand extended. To be honest Yumi wasn't really expecting to make any friends too soon into her schooling. Either way she didn't want distractions. Nevertheless, it would be very rude not to take it.

"Yumi Azusa," she introduced herself.

"Nice to meet you," said Marie. "Is it your first day here?"

She nodded.

"Well then I'm excited to see you in NOT Class! We meet there soon!" Marie waved her goodbye.

With a sigh, Yumi continued her walking. She thought she might as well try to figure out this big school sooner than later. After a considerable amount of time she decided to turn back since she should be at the gathering of the new students soon. She turned right then left before realizing she had no idea where she was. Shoot. They were meeting in mere minutes. Yumi heard voices around the corner. Before she could go ask them for some help a female voice yelled.

"Go away you big dummy I'm not interested! What are you trying to prove? You don't even know my name!"'A short blonde girl stormed away, turning the corner she and ran right past Yumi.

Yumi rolled her eyes, drama. Not something she wanted out of school. She turned the corner.

"Excuse me," she said to the boy standing there.

He smiled. "The ladies keep on coming to me."

The boy turned to her and noticed her age.

d"Call me in ten years," he said blankly.

Yumi rolled her eyes. The boy was around fifteen years old with long red hair that reached his neck. He looked at her with bored eyes. Though he was older than her, something about him seemed very NOT class.

"Shouldn't you be getting somewhere? To your first class perhaps?" Yumi asked.

"Yikes! You're right. Thanks," he said looking at his watch before walking off.

She followed him, hoping he'd lead the way.

"Can I help you?"

She was almost surprised by this comment. He didn't turn around to her for quite a while. She assumed he didn't know she was there.

"I'm going the same way you are," she said.

"Aw. You're in NOT class too wittle girl?"

Yumi adjusted her glasses and glared sharply. This gave the boy a start.

"Gah! Geez sorry," he grumbled.

They walked a little longer without a word.

"You were lost weren't you?" The boy asked.

Yumi didn't speak for a moment, somewhat shy to admit. "Yes."

Silence.

He cleared his throat. "To be honest I have no idea where I'm going either."

She widened her eyes. What an idiot!

...

They finally entered the classroom. Only twenty minutes late. Spirit and Azusa parted ways in the class. Good riddance, that was one creepy little girl. Not to mention annoying. She lectured him on and on about various topics. God he wished the pest would zip it. He wasn't in the best mood to find a partner but he was still excited. He wanted a really cute girl to be his meister. Looking around the room Spirit noticed most of the cute girls were taken.

"Excuse me do you have a partner yet?" Spirit asked slightly embarrassed. He knew just going up and asking someone was kinda dumb. Being a partner was about connection but he hadn't any time to mingle with anyone.

"Sorry," the girl turned around. She had an eyepatch which took him by surprise. "I'm a Weapon too." She pointed at her pin that said Weapon.

On the other end of the room he spotted that blonde again. He felt bad for making her uncomfortable earlier. He walked towards her.

"Hey," he said.

She rolled her eyes. "Forget it, Weapon. I'm not going to be your Meister."

Spirit nodded. "Yeah I know. I just wanted to apologize."

She gave him a surprised look.

"I was being a creep before but I guess I'm just really nervous. I hope I didn't offend you," he said.

"No," said the blonde. "I'm not really. It's no big deal. No worries."

"Maybe we can start fresh," he smiled. "I'm Spirit Albarn. Nice to meet you."

He extended his hand and she took it with a smile.

"My name's Kami," she said.

The hands shook for a while, maybe a bit too long. Maybe it was because they couldn't stop staring at each other. Eventually Kami spoke.

"I'm not gonna be your Meister though."

Spirit gulped. He didn't want to make it clear that was his intention but she saw right through him.

"W-why not?" Spirit asked her.

"I already found a cool weapon." She pointed at a freckled girl across the room.

"Oh," said Spirit.

Embarrassed he walked the other way. Sheesh who was left now? Spirit looked over and saw a grey haired boy in a white uniform. His tag read Meister. He looked pretty cool even though he wasn't a cute girl

"Hi," Spirit said as he stood next to the boy.

Slowly the grey head turned. Deep green eyes looked up at Spirit.

"Hi."

"I'm Spirit Albarn. Want to be my partner?" He asked nervously.

The boy looked him up and down. Before nodding and cracking a small smile. "Sure. It's nice to meet you. I'm Franken Stein."