I'm done with the super choppy backstory! Yay! Thanks for reading etc. etc. etc.

Morrissa strode down another alley, completely lost. She'd never even seen a picture of Death City, and now she was somewhere in the middle of it. It had been a week's travel, and she didn't feel any closer than when she'd fist left. What was she thinking? That there would be a big sign that said "Morrissa: Here's your brother!"? No.

Suddenly, three people sprung out of no where, all about her age. Her eyes widened at the flash of pink hair. She almost called to him, but didn't. What if he was brainwashed or something? And would he even remember her? A white-haired boy turned into a scythe and fell into his partner's hands. "It's weird," The girl said. "That a witch would walk around Death City without using Soul Protect." Then her eyes flashed and she just stared with a confused look. "Wait, your soul-"

"Leave me be." She kept her voice even, eyes locked on the girl. "I was just looking for my brother."

Crona tilted his head. "Morrissa?" Morrissa nodded.

He turned to the girl. "Maka, this is my sister."

Morrissa yanked a comb through her hair, though it already looked fine. She didn't know what else to do. She was supposed to start school at the DWMA today, but she wouldn't go. They could keep her in a jail-cell like room forever, but she wasn't going to school.

Her door swung open, and Crona entered, followed by Maka. "May I help you?" Morrissa asked.

"I'm Maka." The girl said, smiling and extending her hand. Morrissa ignored it. "Sorry about how I acted when I found you. I thought you were a witch." Morrissa sighed.

"We're going to show you around before class." Maka continued, unfazed by her unwillingness.

"I don't need you to-" She looked over at Crona, who was silently pleading with her to just go with it. "Fine."

Maka led her down hallway after hallway, talking like a know-it-all. Morrissa ignored her, starting a conversation with Crona instead. "Do you like it here?" She asked.

"It's alright." He responded. "But I always worried about you."

"Well, don't. I can take care of myself. You know that." She smiled reassuringly.

"Maka asked about you in the meeting." He replied.

"What meeting?"

"There was a meeting to see if you were allowed to go to school here." He explained. "I went because I know more about you, and I wanted to make sure you didn't have to leave.

"Who else was there?" Morrissa asked.

"Maka, Soul, Lord Death, all the teachers…" He counted on his fingers.

"Who's Soul?" Morrissa asked.

"Maka's partner."

Maka turned around, apparently listening. "Don't forget Kid, Liz, and Patti."

"I don't know who those people are." Morrissa replied.

"Kid is Lord Death's son, and Liz and Patty are his weapons."

A boy with spiky blue hair ran up to them. "Maka, Lord Death wants to meet the new girl right now." He yelled. "Where is she?"

Morrissa raised her eyebrows. "Right in front of you."

"Oops!" He flashed a smile. "Looks like how big I am got in the way of you!" Then he ran down the hallway past them.

"That's Blackstar." Maka sighed. "He's loud and obnoxious."

"I can tell." Morrissa grinned.

"Well, let's get you to Lord Death." Maka grabbed her wrist and pulled her down the hall.

"C-could you let g-go of my wrist? " Morrissa asked. Maka ignored her, talking to Crona instead. "M-Maka? Excuse me?" She asked Maka turned around.

"What?" She asked.

"Would you p-please let g-go of me?" Morrissa asked again. "You're really strong."

Maka dropped the older girl's arm. "Sorry, and thanks." She smiled, wiggling her fingers. "It's because I fight with a scythe, I guess."

"I've seen him." Morrissa replied.

"Here's the Death Room." Maka shoved her through the door, slamming it behind her. Morrissa looked around. Are there clouds floating in here? She wondered. A tall man-like shape popped up.

"Hi. How 'ya doing?" He asked in what Morrissa found a hilarious tone of voice. She dug her fingernails into her forearm to keep from laughing. "Lord Death is a joke." Her mother used to say. "He looks like a cartoon character,"

"Fine, sir," She replied respectfully. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, I did." He responded happily. "You are unlike anyone we've ever encountered before in the school's history. You are half-witch, and half-weapon. Do you know your parentage?"

"No. I was adopted. I didn't even know I was half-weapon until about a month ago." She said, shifting her weight uncomfortably.

"I'd love to see you fight someone." He joked, or at least Morrissa thought he was joking. "Well, it's almost class time, so I'll have Kid show you where your first class is. What teacher?"

Morrissa pulled a folded paper out of her dress pocket. "Stein." She replied.

"Oh goody, that's his too." Lord Death exclaimed. As if on cue, a boy with black-and-white striped hair. "Here he is now." He turned to his son. "Here's the new student, Morrissa. She's in your class. Will you show her where it is?"

"Of course, father." The boy agreed. "Come on then." He motioned to Morrissa, who followed him out of the room.

They walked in silence for a few minutes, before the boy spoke. "Did you know…" He paused. "That you are almost symmetrical?"

Is that supposed to be a compliment? Morrissa wondered. "Thanks…I think."

"Being symmetrical is a good thing." He clarified. "And if you pulled your hair behind your ears on both sides, then I'm pretty sure you would be symmetrical."

"If you care about symmetry so much, what's with the stripes on your head?" She asked curiously.

He stopped in his tracks and touched his hair. "You're right. I'm just asymmetrical garbage!" He curled into a corner of the hallway. Is this guy for real?

Two girls came running down the hallway. "Kid, what happened?" One of them asked.

"I'm so asymmetrical!" He cried.

"Kid, you're the most symmetrical person I know." The girl said. The other one just patted him on the shoulder.

"No, I'm not! Look at my hair! Look at the stripes!" He wailed.

The girl sighed. "Okay Patti, your turn."

The younger-looking girl nodded and knelt down next to Kid. "Get your ass moving, damn you." She mumbled.

Kid shot up. "I'll be fine." He decided.

"Hey." Morrissa said to the girls. "I'm sorry about what I said to him. I didn't mean to scare him."

"It's fine." One of the girls stuck out her hand. "I'm Liz." She gestured to the other girl. "This is my sister, Patti."

"Hello." Morrissa replied, refusing to shake the girl's hand. "Uh, Kid was supposed to show me to my first class. Stein's?"

"We're in that class too!" Patti yelled, grabbing her wrist. "Let's go!"

The three of them arrived in a classroom, where almost everyone was sitting. "P-Patti? Will you p-please let go of me?" She asked. Patti ignored her.

"You can sit between me and Kid!" She pulled Morrissa up the stairs and pointed to a seat. "Here."

"Great, now p-please let go." Morrissa tugged her wrist free.

"Right." Patti dropped her wrist and sat down. She talked about Stein, and the class, and whatever else. Morrissa wasn't listening. She pulled a bottle of hand sanitizer out and rubbed it on her wrist until it stung. Kid walked in silently, sitting down next to her.

"Kid?" Morrissa looked over at him. "I'm really sorry about what I said. I didn't know."

"It's fine." He still sounded depressed.

"And you could always dye your hair." She suggested.

He sighed. "I wish. My Shinigami body resists toxins."

"That's what non-toxic paint is for." Morrissa joked. Seriously? That was stupid. Why did I even say that? He probably hates me already.

"That is actually a good idea." He smiled. "Thanks."

Morrissa smiled back. "I was kidding…"

"I don't care." He replied. "In fact-"

"Hi new girl!" Blackstar stood in front of her. "Follow me."

"Follow you? No way." Morrissa replied.

He grabbed her arm. "Listen to me. Lord Death said he would watch if I fought you. It's time he sees what a big star I am!" He yanked her out of the classroom and down the hall to the front of the school.

"Let go of me!" She yelled.

"Don't worry, Lord Death said you can miss class for this!"

Morrissa tried to twist her arm out of his grip, but he was too strong. In front of the school, Crona blocked their path. "Crona, stay out of this." She pleaded. "I can handle him."

Crona didn't budge. "I'm not going to let you get hurt."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go." He pushed Crona aside, knocking him down.

Morrissa punched him square in the nose with her free arm. He loosened his grip just enough for her to slip away. She held a hand out to Crona, which he grabbed onto and stood up. "Go to class. You'll get hurt here." She feigned an optimistic temperament. "This will be over fast." Crona reluctantly agreed, walking back into the school. She turned to Blackstar. "Alright, let's just get this over with." He reached for her arm. "Don't touch me."

"Fine, then just follow me." He commanded. She followed him silently to the large courtyard. Lord Death stood there, waving.

"Hello again Morrissa and Blackstar." He said.

"I'm ready to win!" Blackstar replied. "Let's go!"

"Hold on a minute. There's some things I have to tell you first." He turned towards Morrissa. "I give you permission to fight however you'd like. You can turn your soul protect off if you want. I'm watching your abilities."

"I thought you were watching me!" Blackstar protested.

"Err…I am." Lord Death lied. "Ready, you two?"

"I'm always ready." Blackstar flashed a smile.

"As am I." Morrissa replied.

"Then: ready, set, go!"