Author's Note: HIya! Ok, so I know this says Romance/Humor. But it will ALSO contain a lot of Angst in later chapters. And also possibly some adventure. And please don't hurt me, but I"m gonna need some input to help me keep this fic goin. Please reveiw, because if you do, that means I'll be more motivated to write. Again, please! Oh, and if you've read True CHanges, please don't hit me! i'm gonna update soon! I'm just having a bit of writers block for it. So...yeah. This is only my second story, and once again reveiw.

OH! I know some people will not like Emi. You might think she's a slut or a tramp or mean. Personally I really like her. And she's got a reason for he way she is trust me! so yeah, please reveiw. Sorry this was so long of a note. Just had a lot to say! Enjoy :)

It was an ordinary, peaceful day in Death City. And Black Star hated it. It was one of those days where everyone feels lazy and content with their lives. But as we both know, Black Star is never content. He was actually what most would call 'bored'. The school had been closed for repairs, and he was walking to Soul's house. It wasn't even worth putting on a spectacle on his way. (Yes, even Black Star had criteria for his crowd. And these average, run-of-the-mill people certainly didn't meet his standards.)

Black Star's train of thought (he was probably thinking of himself) was interrupted when a taxi cab pulled over to the side of the road a few feet in front of him. The back door opened and a petite girl climbed out, carrying a large back-pack on one shoulder. He did his best not to gape.

Black Star was plenty used to beautiful girls. After all, his own weapon was certainly nothing to sneeze at. But this girl was different. Very different.

She was pretty short. Her head probably only went up to about his shoulder. She was skinny, but not unnaturally so. At very first glance, she wasn't that special. Then he saw how her shoulder-length, dirty-blonde hair had a long side bang that fell over part of her eye. It was that chunk of hair that was colored bright pink. It stood out clearly against her light skin, as did those piercing blue eyes. Only one eye, the left one, had a spot of gold in a pool of dark navy. When she turned, he saw she had a small stud at the top of her ear on the right ear but not the left. The silver ball matched both large hoops on either side of her face.

Like I said, Black Star was used to beauty. And this girl wasn't the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. She had a white scar lining the underside of her left jaw. She wasn't particularly blessed in the breast department either. However, her small bouncy booty certainly made-up for it. Are you getting the picture yet? She wasn't necessarily the best looking girl on the block. It was a different kind of beauty then most people notice, and the way she carried herself was different too. It's hard to explain, but she had an attitude, like she knew something you didn't.

Black Star rushed forward, and quickly grabbed the large duffle-bag out of the back seat of the cab. He hoisted it onto his shoulder with one hand, probably just to show he could. She gave him an appreciative smile before leaning over him to grab another, smaller bag from the back seat. Her hair brushed against his bare shoulder, but she didn't seem to notice.

She pulled back. She looked him over, and Black Star thought it seemed as if she was sizing him up. After a moment, she finally spoke.

"Hi," Her voice was cool and bright, "Do you go to the Academy?"

"Of course!" Black Star bellowed in his usual too-loud voice, "I, Black Star, am the greatest Meister to ever enroll at DWMA!"

The girl raised an eyebrow before she spoke again.

"Really? So, did you decide that or was there a vote? You're a better Meister than Lord Death?"

"That's right!" Black Star cried, pointing at her with his free hand, "You've just met the man who'll surpass God himself! Everyone knows I'm the best assassin in the world! Hahahaha!" He let out one of his signature cackles.

The girl's mouth twisted into a small smirk. A glint came into her eyes.

"So, Great Black Star, how many Akishin souls have you collected?"

"Ohhhh…Well…." Black Star rubbed the back of his neck. It almost seemed that he was nervous. Is that possible for a big star like him?

"Never mind that. How many witches have you killed?" Her voice had a small edge to it.

"None yet. But," Black Star declared quickly, "You can be sure that the amazing Black Star will have created a Death Scythe any day now! Well, once they open the Academy back-up."
"Well," She shifted the bag on her shoulder to be more secure, "The next time you do something incredible, give me a call. Then I'll believe you're some kinda God." She gave him a sly look.

Black Star was too taken aback to answer. She turned to check the number on the small apartment building in front of her. She nodded.

"In the mean time," She turned her head to look at Black Star, "Wanna help me get this stuff up to my new place? Maybe give me a tour of Death City?" She gave him a coy smile.

Black Star smiled as he said, "YAHOOOOO! Sure! Black Star would love to help you-what's your name?" He suddenly realized he had no idea what this girl's name was.

"Oh, I'm Emi. Newest weapon at the DWMA."

Well, That was Chapter One! Yay! Thanks for reading!