It was a blaring sunny day in Death City, located in the scorching desert in Nevada, United States. The creepy laughing sun was so bright you could see the heat waves coming off the ground. Maka Albarn had not experienced such heat, for she had stayed inside the local library reading books to her heart's content! Maka's shoulder length dirty blond hair was put up into simple pig tails. As she looked down to her book her bangs fell in front of her big olive eyes. Maka being the top of her class it almost seem stereotypical that she would love to read, but she does not only that she loves folk music. She was a total nerd. The only thing that's missing from this stereotypical girl is that she doesn't wear glasses. She looked up from the intriguing book to read the time on the old clock. It read 3:32p.m.

"Wow, it's so late I've been here for almost five hours!" She whispered in disbelief. She picked up the book she was reading and her bag and walked out the big sliding doors. As she was walking home it had occurred to her that they had no more milk left in the fridge and she had to pick some up before she got home or Soul would get angry. Soul was her roommate and weapon partner that also when to the Death Weapon Meister Academy, D.W.M.A. for short.

The school is run by Shinigami-sama, the God of Death himself, as a training facility for Weapons and the human wielders of those weapons, the Meister's. Each Meister has at least one Demon Weapon companion which has both a Weapon and human form. Shinigami-sama created the school as an organization that protects peace in order to prevent the rebirth of the "Kishin", an evil demon god, ruled by madness, which in the past nearly destroyed everything by plunging the world into total chaos. Soul, who's weapon from was a Scythe, was a very laid back guy who would define everything as cool or un-cool. Maka quickly when into the big supermarket and speed walked over to the dairy section. She was so focused on finding the right brand of milk she wasn't looking where she was heading and walk right into someone's chest.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She said bowing slightly.

"Maka, you should really watch where you're walking." said the person she ran into. Maka knew this voice very well. It was Death the Kid.

Death the Kid Shinigami-sama son suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder, or OCD, which is manifested as an obsession over symmetry. Things must be perfectly symmetrical, lest something unknown and awful happen. Thus if anything is off by any, he will try to correct it right away, even at the expense of the mission at hand. His favorite number is 8, not only for its symmetry, but for the fact it divides out evenly. He is so obsessed with symmetry that Kid refuses to fight a battle unless he has both Patty and Liz together, as he would be asymmetrical holding just one. The fact that the left half of Death the Kid's bangs is marked with three white stripes causes him much stress. He has attempted to dye his hair all black to cover these asymmetric lines; however, due to his body being that of a Shinigami, it rejects the hair dye and soon returns to normal. Death the Kid is named after his father Shinigami-sama, or rather in english Lord Death. Although he perfers to be called Kid.

"I'm really sorry Kid." She said shyly.

"It's fine Maka. So why the rush?" He asked.

"Oh, that's right I have to go pick up some milk for Soul and I because we're out." Maka replyed.

He chuckeled softly. "Well you better get to it. See you, Maka." Walking past her.

"Good bye Kid." She said waving in the direction he walked in. She then went back to her scearch for the right brand of milk.