Ian jumped down and cowered putting both his hands on his head. Ian tried hiding from the metal balls the girl hit him with, but they continued heading towards him. However, just before more metal boys could hit him, a red barrier appeared over him and protected him from the metal balls.

" Huh? So he's here already? What a cliché."

Ian shivered trying to raise his head up. As he did, he saw something or someone staring down at him. From all the people Ian met so far, he was by far the most eccentric looking. Staring at the devil looking creature, Ian was terrified.

" Why hello there," the creature said in a friendly gesture. Since Ian couldn't see his face with his skull mask, he didn't know if he was happy or angry. " My name is—"

" Ah, demon!" Ian jumped back away from the eccentric looking creature. Reaching into his clothes, Ian pulled out a small vial filled with holy water and a bible, and went into a verse while he splashed the water on the creatures mask. " The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ compels you!"

" What an idiot," the girl thought while she sucked on her lollipop. " I don't know who he thinks he is, but he's going to be dead meat."

A giant hand that looked like a giant glove came out of the creatures' body. He smacked his hand into the book and vial and smacked them out of Ian's hands. The figure had a tick of anger as he clenched his giant hand.

" As much as I like getting bathed as much as anyone, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to stop doing that."

" A-ah," Ian gasped seeing the scary face of the skull mask. " Please don't hurt me. I was just doing what I thought was right."

Ian believed the eccentric looking figure was going to smack him as he raised his giant hand up, but instead he gently tapped the top of his head with his giant hand.

" Now, now, there' s no need to be afraid. My name is Lord Death. It's very nice to know you, Ian Roguesaw."

" H-how do you know my name?"

" Ian Roguesaw. Age 16. Likes: praying, hiking, and helping others. Dislikes: being in places that are loud. And one of the highest achieving students in his old school."

" H-how…"

" There's nothing you can't hide from me. And let me be the first to welcome you to Death Weapon Meister Academy."

" You're actually the ninth person to welcome me here."

" Eh, well you get the idea. Now here are your textbooks." Lord Death pulled out a pile of books and dropped them in Ian's hands. " Here is the notes from the class's this semester." Lord Death dropped another pile on top of Ian's book pile weighing him to the ground. And here is our yearbook." Lord Death pulled out a single yearbook with black fringes and a giant skull mark on the cover. When he dropped it on Ian's pile, Ian collapsed from the added weight. " But most importantly, I'd like to introduce you to your Weapon."

"Huh? Weapon? Ian poked his head out of the sea of paper and looked at Lord Death. " What kind of Weapon, sir?"

" Not a weapon. You as a Meister will be partnered with a student who has the ability to change their appearance."

" I'm a what? And who is this student?"

" Why she is right behind you. Her name is Ali Ore." Ian turned his head around and looked at the cold, evil red eyes of the lavender haired girl standing before him. " She is the perfect Weapon for you."

" What?!" Ali Ore shouted. She stood up and struck a kunai on the flat surface of her table. " Why do I have to be partnered with a wuss like him?"

" I'm glad you're asking that, Ali. Our school follows equilibrium of students smarts like my son has a symmetry profession. Mr. Roguesaw has one of the highest marks in his old school while next to Soul and Black Star you have the lowest marks in school. Do you see the equilateral in that?"

" Tsk. This is pathetic. This is truly pathetic."

" Hello," Ian greeted handing a hand out and about to shake her hand. " We didn't get the chance to introduce ourselves properly. My name is—"

Ali didn't listen to anything Ian told her. She grabbed his hand and slammed it against the table. Ali took out one of her kunai knives and prepared to jab it in his hand. " Connect the dots."

Ali jabbed her kunai between Ian's fingers. Every time she jabbed her kunai between her fingers, her speed accelerated. Ian flinched at how fast her kunai was moving, gawked, and his face drenched with sweat.

" Uh, my name is Ian Roguesaw. And what is your name?"

" Ali Ore. Touch me- touch anything that belongs to me-or even look at me or something that belongs to me—I'll slit your throat."

" Great…"

Ali stopped playing Connect-the-Dots with Ian and striked her kunai between his fingers. Ali gave one giant " Tsk" and shaked her head.

" It's such a pity. I missed."

" YOU WERE ACTUALLY AIMING FOR ME?!"

" Well, now that the introductions are done, I think it's time you two got even more acquainted. Since Ian is new here and doesn't have anywhere else to go, he will be staying with you, Ali. I hope you can be optimistic about it."

" What? Why do I have to let him live with me?"

" Oh, stop sulking and just do as I say."

" Yeah," Ian raised his hands away from the kunai knife and raised his hand too Ali for the third time. " I'll be good to you if you'll be good to me. Let's work hard and do well together."

" Hmmmmmm." Ali finally stopped sulking and squeezed Ian's hand. Ian at first smiled having his hand squeezed, but then he grimaced as Ali squeezed even tighter. He felt distraught as his hand was being crushed by her strength. " Ooh, I'm so going to enjoy torturing you."

" A-ah."

" My condolences to you, Ian Roguesaw. If things go as I fear, you won't even be able to last the night."

XXX

Ali's apartment wasn't anything like Ian suspected. It looked like a regular building with the exception of some parts extending out from the structure and was painted lavender like Ali's hair. One room jutted out from the building, there was a bird graffiti on the front door, and Shinigami masks adorned on the left and right.

" You really live here, Ali?" Ian asked staring at the infrastructure of Ali's home. " It looks pretty nice."

" That's just the way it was when I bought it," Ali said in her cold, high-strung voice. " I wanted to paint it red like blood. But then I would get in trouble with my land lord."

" I still think it looks nice. Kind of reminds me of the house my sister and I used to live in before she moved away and got married. I do hope I can see my darling niece one of these days before I die."

" That's nice. Now let's go inside before I get hungry. And when I'm hungry, I'm hungry for blood."

XXX

" I, er, like your choice in art, Ali," Ian mumbled at the sight of a painting with a man's head flying off his body. " It's, er, very nea—"

" Save it." Ali walked besides Ian and pushed him . Ian fell on the ground, then Ali took out a small knife and scratched a line between the middle of the entrance to the back entrance. She soon returned and looked coldly into Ian's eyes. " Here's how things are going to work. The left side is where you'll be staying and the right sides where I'll be staying. If you violate those rules your dead. Try to talk about these rules your dead. Even look at anything on my side of the room your dead. Any questions?"

" Yeah, what if it gets cold at night? Or what if I get my pajamas wet at night? Or what if I start sleep walking? What would I do?"

" Your fat will keep you warm. There's tampons on your side of the room. And even if you're sleep walking, if your feet so much as touch my side, your dead. Am I making myself clear?"

" Crystal, ma'am."

" Good. Now get to the kitchen. I didn't have breakfast today so you're going to make me some. And if I don't like it your dead."

Ali turned around and walked away from Ian. As she walked she took out ten kunai knives and placed one on each of her ten fingers. With one swift thrust, all the knives hit the ceiling and stayed there while she walked away. Ian grimaced at how fast, hard she threw her knives and started to sweat.

" I-I don't think I'm going to survive here."