This is based six years after Maka defeated the Kishin. Next Generation classes, Black Star- Hand to Hand Combat, Maka And Soul- Weapons Demonstrations and Practice, Death the Kid and Liz- Marksmanship and Soul Resonance. Mifune-Swordsmanship and Scythe Practices, Crona- Guidance Counselor, Dr. Stein-Still the same as what he used to do.

Chapter 1

"Corey! Get up!" A voice yelled as his door flew open.

"Britney, shut the hell up!" The person being yelled at said.

He grumbled and whipped the covers off and started getting dressed. He pulled on the black jeans with a bit of difficulty as he hopped out of his room and into the small apartments living room/ kitchen.

His roommate, well actually his meister was waiting and upon noticing him threw a blueberry pancake at his head. He opened his mouth, catching most of it and the rest he managed to catch with his hand.

He smiled and pulled on the black shirt and his favorite belt, topping it all off with his necklace, a set of wings, on white, the other black. He sat down at the table, and caught the food his meister threw at him off the spatula with the plates around the table.

They glanced at the clock and he cursed, eating all the faster. As soon as they were finished he piled the dishes up in the already clogged sink and rushed out the door and running down the street. He could see his best friend waiting at the DMWA steps with his weapon…or his meister.

"Hey Carter, Jericho!" He smiled, waving as his meister jumped onto his back.

"Quit running so fast!"

"Sorry Britney, We're almost late!" He laughed.

"You aren't late Corey!" Carter called, ducking a black and blue katana blade that sprouted out of Jericho's arm.

"Jericho, quit trying to kill my best friend." Corey said as he ran by.

Jericho smiled, a deck of playing cards in a pack on his left hip. He always loved any game of gambling, Blackjack, Poker, Texas Hold'em, anything you could think of he could play and cheat in. Although you'd never catch him.

Corey and Britney walked into the door, picking up their schedules and heading off to their first class, Dr. Stein with Soulogy. He groaned a boring class he would probably sleep through. Death help him.

"Come on, you said yourself, we're almost late!" Britney shouted, ten feet ahead of him. He grunted and hurried after her. She entered a classroom and he heard the thudding of footsteps on stairs and ran into the classroom, easily locating the strawberry blonde girl about middle row on the end.

He instantly joined her in the empty seat to her left. He noticed Carter and Jericho walking in Jericho with a grin on his face. Probably already stripped some poor soul down to his pants in the last few minutes before class.

Corey groaned, putting his head down and pulling out a set of earphones and plugging them into his IPod, silently putting in the Deathdrum brand headphones and smiling as the tune of Monster by Skillet came in his ears. And instant later he frowned, a rolling or possibly a rickety sound resonating in his ears. He took out an ear phone and listened closer.

Then an old man zoomed in on a rolling chair, a cigarette in his mouth, a screw in his head, and a line of stitches circling his body and even his clothes. Corey took one glance at him and figured that he was their teacher. According to Shinigami-sama, Dr. Stein was once held by insanity, but had been cured by his partner and now wife, Maria.

"Okay then, roll call, " the professor took a drag on his cigarette, "Corey."

"Here"

The professor looked up at him. He stiffened under his glaze, it felt like he was being looked at under a microscope, or like his very soul was being examined with a scalpel. He shivered and the professor smiled.

"You have a very noisy soul, very energetic, but it can be easily controlled at you or your meister's will. You are easily amused, and hm….very protective of your meister. I've seen your personality many times." Stein said, waving him away.

"Britney"

"Here"

Again he looked at her, and again he smiled, "You're the blue hairs meister aren't you? Your calm, collected and observant. Your smart enough to have a plan, but reckless enough to follow someone else's with no clue about it or simply go with the flow."

"Ha! That's your girl for ya!" Carter laughed, pointing at Corey from across the room.

"Carter, your jumpy, fidgety and reckless. Your soul is highly adaptable despite most things and seem to be able to wield and turn into a weapon."

"Carter your such a fail." Jericho muttered.

"Jericho Peront, Very violent soul, reckless as Carter, or a bit more, your soul is shaped like a cats and you have a playing card embedded in it as well, the ace of spades. You seem to be a fire based weapon." The professor waved him away.

Corey looked stunned as he had named him completely, and from only a seconds glance at his soul. Britney on the other hand, smiled as she tried to see the professor's soul. She had over headed a blonde girl talking to her partner about the new peoples souls.

She growled silently as she tried to picture what a soul looked like. She figured it might be an orb or something with a little glow that was a person's life. She gasped as she saw the giant blue orb explode out of Steins chest and seemingly fill most of the room. There was a screw, a giant ass screw, in his soul. Sure there was a screw in his head, but she didn't think there would be one in his very soul!

Corey sighed, putting his earphone back in. The troubles of his life, an insane first block teacher, and a possibly insane second block teacher named Black*Star. He groaned again. The class was only for sword based weapons, and Black*Stars was an advanced class, and the basic was Mifune. During the entrance exam he had been deemed ready and suitable for advanced swordsmanship classes.

As it turned out, Black*Star wasn't insane, in fact, Corey thought he might be his favorite class ever! The dude had blue hair (finally someone with the same color!) and his weapon, Tsubaki, was a dark arm. The guy may have a god complex and be bossy, but he's an awesome swordsman and assassin! He and Britney were defeated within seconds when he pulled out his sword.

Jericho and Carter lasted a bit longer thanks to them constantly switching out and exchanging minimal blows, but they were soon defeated. Britney smiled as Carter skidded across the concrete floor of the practice room and into a wall, leaving a slight dent. Jericho wasn't far after him as he was thrown head first into the wall beside him.

"Dam you Black*Star! My head's stuck in a wall!" Jericho shouted.

"Pain." Carter groaned.

"You need a partner that will actually stay there and won't randomly call you out into a fight. A solid partner that you can count on and not one that you hate or fight with is best." Mifune said from across the room as he subconsciously blocked a slash from a novice.

"Dammit! He's right!" Carter said, kicking Jericho who was still stuck in a wall.

"So you need a new partner?" Britney asked, smiling at the two arguing.

"Something like that." Jericho managed through the concrete.

"It would be better." Both Black*Star and Mifune said in unison.

"But who could be found? Everyone has a partner in our class." Corey muttered.

"Not everyone, there are two possible people. The first is the new student, still don't have file on that one, don't even know the persons gender. The second is June. She's in the same class as you are-ugh!" Dr. Stein said until his rolling chair wheels were cut off by Black*Star.

Black*Star giggled as his weapon apologized to Stein. The professor dusted himself off, ignoring the laughs from other students, blasting Black*Star into a wall with his soul's wavelength.

"As I was saying before Black*Star rudely interrupted me, June is the girl in your class, she has no partner and the one she did well… he ended up in a wall after he made a move on her. She's been using hand to hand combat ever since and has no weapon. So you two can fight over who gets her." Dr. Stein said, setting the rolling chair on its remaining legs and sitting lops sided on it.

"MINE!" Carter shouted, smiling.

Jericho rolled his eyes and grinned, holding up a deck of cards. Carter blinked, and shook his head and ran out of the practice room. Jericho sighed and looked at Mifune and Black*Star, they smiled and held out their hands. Within eight turns, they were both out of money and stripped down to they're boxers.

Jericho laughed as he walked out with his apartments rent in his pocket. Black*Star complained how he had to beat the god of poker now and Mifune started looking for his clothes. Tsubaki blushed from the other side of the room.

Corey sighed, pulling out one of his earphones to listen to his partner, "So what's our next class?"

Britney stopped talking with Carter and turned to him, "It's Weapons Demonstration and Practice. With Maka Albarn and Soul Eater Ev-"

"Don't say my last name." A deep voice said from behind them.

Corey glanced behind him and stiffened as he found a weirder and at the same time, cooler hair color than his. The man he was looking at had white hair, like someone took bleach and just dumped the whole bottle on his head and left him in the spin cycle for a year or two. Corey couldn't help but smirk at the person raised an eyebrow at Corey's eye color.

Then again, Corey could help noticing the man's deep crimson eyes. I reminded him of blood, he resisted the urge to shiver and instead glared at him, a mischievous smirk set on his face. He almost laughed when he managed to get a twitch from the older man. His eyes helped a lot when it came to creeping someone out. Then again, how many people do you know have yellow eyes? Not a pale yellow, but a shade similar to that of cat's eyes, or possibly a blonde-ish.

"Those eyes are so uncool." The man said, snorting as he walked past him.

"Sorry snow white, didn't realize they creeped ya out that much." Corey replied, ignoring the death glare from his partner.

Corey watched as a vein popped out on the man's head and his foot paused only an inch from the floor, "Snow WHITE?" He growled, turning to glared at Corey.

Corey instantly stiffened as he looked into the crimson orbs, he shivered as they looked at him with an intense glare. He had never felt shocked or anything close to what he felt now. It was like he was in the palm of some giant demon that was about to smash him against the wall.

It was the man's turn to laugh as he saw Corey's reaction, "it's always the same with the freshman." He said as he walked down the hall and into a classroom.

"You okay Corey?" Britney asked, poking him in the head.

"Fine," He snapped instantly pissed that he froze up like that in front of not only the man, but his partner and his best friend who was currently on the ground laughing.

He jammed his headphone back in as his I-pod changed it to Light Up the Sky-Yellowcard. He found his head nodding slightly to the beat as he followed Britney into the classroom. He found the room black with a sleek white piano in one corner. On the opposite side of the room was a set of training dummies and sheets of concrete and weights for either training and in the case of the concrete blocks, resistance against an attack.

But he didn't care that there was a piano, or training dummies, or even that there were speakers in one corner. He was glaring at the teacher of the class, his yellow eyes burning holes in the man's skull. The teacher didn't flinch but returned the glare with the same one as in the hallway. His partner slammed a thick 478 page book into the back of his skull as he took a step forward.

"Ow." He said.

"Quit terrorizing the students Soul." His partner said.

"He was staring at me with those creepy little cat eyes Maka." Soul complained, rubbing his dented skull.

Corey rolled his eyes and looked around the room, just noticing that neither Corey nor Jericho were in the same room. He frowned as he found six other students in the room with him. He didn't bother examining them as he changed the song with a quick click of a button on the side of his earphone. It started playing Riot- Three Days Grace.

Corey's foot started tapping to the beat as the girl, Maka he believed began explaining the class, "In this class you'll be observing the advanced techniques of other meister's and weapons and finding new techniques for yourself. This also includes instruction on Soul resonance attacks, like Witchunter. Now then, I'm the meister, Maka Albarn, please to meet you!" She smiled.

Corey looked at her. She was a slimmer girl, and he cocked his head to the side as he noticed that she was… for lack of a better word, almost as flat as a board. She had small hips and her hair was falling down, framing her face and descending all the way down to her shirt collar. He shrugged, Britney had a much better figure.

"I'm Soul, Soul Eater to be specific. I'm her weapon, and a Death Scythe. Any questions before we get started with the first example?" He asked, raising his voice slightly to broadcast to the back of the room.

Corey raised his hand.

"Yup what is it cat-eyes?"

"Why the hell is there a piano in here?" He asked bluntly.

"Because I like pianos. Do you feel like taking this any farther? I always would love another training dummy."

"Nah, I'm fine with that. Just wondering." Corey shrugged.

Soul looked at him for a second and cocked his head to the side, "Are you a weapon or a meister?"

Corey smiled, "Weapon, meister is this chick." He jabbed a finger at Britney who waved.

Soul smiled and nodded. Then he jumped in the air and changed into a wicked red and black scythe which Maka caught and twirled experimentally a few times before it rested on her shoulder. She looked at the class and smiled.

"This is a basic Soul Resonance attack and also the bread and butter of all Scythemeister abilities, Witchunter." She explained as she faced her target.

She took a deep breath before saying, "Soul Resonance!" The two words seeming to come from a megaphone even though it was only a single meister. Instantly the scythe blade flashed a blue and the back of the blade shot out to a point as it expanded rapidly in mere milliseconds. Corey watched as a bright red eye snapped open on the blade were the original black one had been.

"WITCH HUNTER!" She shouted as she wiped the large blade around, the tip barely missing the ceiling as she slammed it down on the training dummy, cutting it cleanly in half as the blade looped through the floor as the thin girl spun the long handle and it came whirling back to resting on her shoulder.

"Nice." Corey said, once again changing the song to The catalyst- The Black Eyed Peas.

Maka smiled, "now it's time for your practice trials! The basis to a good Soul Resonance is simply sending a soul wave length between the weapon and the meister, this is called resonating. So therefore just resonate with your partner and let your soul wavelengths bounce back and forth. This will create a charge of sorts in the weapon and amplifying your own soul wavelength. The structure the weapon takes varies on person to person and weapon to weapon. However the weapon is only used to transmit the wavelength. Some people can transmit a strong wavelength by themselves without a weapon, like Dr. Stein or Black*Star. " Maka explained.

Several people nodded excitedly and rushed off with their partners to practice. Corey and Britney smiled and looked at each other. Corey grabbed one of her hands and threw her up in the air. Her feet barely touching the thirteen foot ceiling as she started falling down. Corey jumped, using on of the nearby support columns as he changed into a weapons.

Britney snatched the weapon out of the air, sinking the blade into a column and sliding down it smiling. She always enjoyed it when Corey wanted to show off. She could already hear his soul resonating with hers a little. His music trickling over to her almost as if he was on a radio. He was listening to one of her favorite songs right now. God is a Girl by Groove Coverage. He smiled at her from the weapon's blade. She nodded as their souls grew closer for a second before slowly joining.

"Soul…Resonance!" She said as she felt the rush of music from Corey's soul.

The blades she held in her hand stretched, and as she reversed her grip, a small semi-circle open up on the back of the blade, resulting in five foot long sword in each hand, connected by a glowing, spiked wire. The swords curved back slightly and about a foot away from the hilts of the sword if curved back before shooting back towards the tip and dropping down to from a tanto drop point.(1)

She twirled the blades in her hand, the chain lengthened and shortened to fit her needs of length as she spun the deadly blades. She took two steps forward before it turned into a straight-out sprint by Maka and Soul as she drew the swords up to her chin, crossing them to form an X. As she severed the training dummy's head spikes erupted from the blade, stabbing the straw filled head several times before the Resonance faded as Britney was left holding two normal shortsword in each hand, connected by a slim chain.

"Nice on blueberry." Britney said, looking at Corey smirk in his weapon form.

Normally, the shortsword were just two perfectly straight blades that tapered to a point. The thin chain connecting them was the only proof that it was one single weapon.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*With~*~Carter~*~*~*~*~*~

Carter dashed through the halls, excited when he found out he just might share his next class with a possible new partner. According to the profile he snatched out of the Docs hand, June was sixteen, so a year younger than he was, she had light brown hair opposed to his dark brown hair. Blue eyes to his black ones, but the thing that caught his attention most was the complaints. She was sneaky, mischievous and stubborn. She sounded like his type of girl.

He opened the class room door, and looked inside, then at his schedule. He glanced at the teacher. It, was a pink haired …he blinked twice and cocked his head to the side. He scratched his head and looked at the class of 28 other people. He sighed, ignored the teacher and walked to an empty seat by some girl.

He pulled out June's profile and flipped through the pages until he found where he left off, at the three page, fourth paragraph, second sentence. He continued reading as the girl looked at him.

"Why do you have my profile?" She asked as she examined Carter.

Carter was about 5'11, seventeen and had slimmer that Corey, and instead of a bulkier muscled body like his blue haired friend, his muscles were almost compacted into his small frame. Carter had less body fat than Corey, yet he still lost to him in arm wrestling competitions simply because while Corey wasn't exactly compacted into a small frame, he had more muscles and a weight advantage of about…forty pounds.

While June was observing Carter, Carter was doing the same to June.

Thin, shorter than me by about two inches, looks ready to throw me out a window. …I like her. Carter thought as he observed the girls petty form and found her to be strikingly pleasant. Granted she didn't have a rack like Britney, but not everyone can. He sighed and barely stopped himself from falling on his face. She was flat as a board…T^T.

"I have your profile because I need a meister." Carter finally said looking her in the eyes.

June looked Carter over once again and shrugged, " We'll see." She said indifferently.

Carter smirked as he sat down next to her, "Fine with me flat chest." He smiled.

June glared at him, daggers stabbing at him but eventually dismissed the nickname and figured it would be a natural thing she'd hear now. "So what's your name…. partner?" June smiled.

"Carter, please to meet ya June." Carter shook the girls small hand, "So don't slap me with that high heel in your hand." Carter said just as the black four inch high heel whipped around and barely missed his face as he dropped to the ground.

"Quick reflexes." She noted.

"Why your old partner was as bad as mine, you learn to act fast." Carter replied, springing lightly to his feet and sitting back down in his chair.

June smiled and they continued talking until the end of class were they met up with Corey and Britney. Carter and Corey instantly smiled, high-fiving each other and walking behind the girls. They barely listened to the conversation because it probably would be either something they would slap them if they heard or something dumb.

"So, June agree to be your new partner?" Corey asked, smiling as he pulled out and started chewing lightly on an ear bud.

"Yup, so what about you and Britney? Who are you two working out? I know you've been a pair since last summer and you came to the DWMA together, but how's your resonance?" carter asked.

"Easy, it's really smooth. Sorta like a slow dancing song." Corey said, thoughtfully.

"Don't you hate slow music?" Carter laughed.

"Ugh, yes! It has no excitement in it!" Corey complained.

Britney looked back at him and smiled at him as she watched Corey's face change along with the song. He shot her a furious look and threw his earphones at her.

"That's not funny Britney!" He snapped as she caught them and put them in smiling.

She smiled and stuck her tongue out at him as she handed one to June who took it and nodded thankfully. Britney glanced back at Corey who was fuming.

"What song did she download?" Carter asked, curious what got his best friend so pissed at his partner.

"Love like Woe." He managed to growled through clenched teeth.

Britney held out her hand and Corey slapped his I-pod into her hand. "This sucks." He said as they walked to the front of the steps. They sat down on random steps, Carter sprawled out on the second top while June sat by his head. Corey was upside-down next to Britney, glaring swords at her for messing with his music.

"Geez, I'm sorry okay Corey!" Britney laughed.

Corey sighed and grumbled something before swiping his earphone from her ear and slipping it back in his ear noting that the song had changed to Now You're Gone by Basshunter he believe. Wasn't completely sure on the artist.

"Thought you hated slow music?" Britney asked.

Corey glared at her and held up one finger before he spun onto his stomach and stood up on his hands, falling forward onto his feet. There he cracked his back and ran down the three steps before kicking Carter in the back as hard as he could, sending the poor guy tumbling down the steps, cursing the blueberry's name.

"I do, but I'd die if carter or Jericho found out. I'm supposed to be the cool, collected, awesome musical guy that has all these badass songs and stuff. But I'm still a guy. I still like the occasional romance song, I still have a playlist for them, just not open to the public. The only music I don't like is screamo. Mostly because it has no detectable rhythm to me. So when Carter gets back up here, I was a bet and it was to delete the slow songs on my I-pod." Corey said, smiling a bit as the song changed to Cinderella by Tata Young.

"Why do you have this downloaded?" Corey asked glancing at Britney.

"I'd rather rescue myself." Britney replied.

Corey grinned, walking by June and snatching his earphone and popping it in and shuffling the songs and putting the slow or romantic songs into a new folder. He smiled and changed to his tracks, it started playing If Everyone Cared by Nickelback.

"Come on Britney, it's your turn to cook and we have that mountain of dishes." Corey taunted as he watched her groan and wave bye to June, "And June!"

June's head snapped up and cocked to the side, "Partners have to live together! Now look behind your ear!" June pulled out a thin white sheet of notebook paper, she opened the folded paper and smiled as she found not only Britney's number, but also Corey's. Under Corey's was a note that said, 'Just call when you want carter out of your hair for a bit. I don't mind.'

"Thanks!" she shouted.

Corey looked back and smiled, shaking his head. The first day at the DWMA, ended up to be pretty good. He cracked his neck as he nodded his head slowly to his music. And he could almost taste all the things that group were going to do over the school year. He smirked.

OI! I need ONE character description. However! Since it's only one, ( I might add another pair, need Ideas for that so really three Oc's) for a pair with Jericho. I just really need a name, personality, Hair color, eye color, basic info like that, what he likes, hates, blab bla bla and since it's really going to be a three Oc's needed ( I can work with only one) He/She/it can be either a weapon or a meister! Okay! PLEASE HELP ME BROS / PEEPS/ PEOPLE/ edible substances with brains!