So, this is what it's come to. I have been writing this since I ended my last installment of my Kuroshitsuji Parody series. The last part was A Day in the Life of Will. I hope that if you are reading this that you already know and have read Will's story or you are new to my works. If you are, THEN READ A DAY IN THE LIFE OF WILL. You do not know what you are missing! Anyway, Pinky couldn't work with me on this one. I had to do it by myself. Like a test or something.

I hope you all love it! Ever since I've started writing, I have lost sleep, salad, and potential TV watching time. I've listened to the radio for most of it. Right now, I am listening to "Tonight" by Lady Gaga on my bed at 8:12 p.m. Ah, I'm so tired. But I'm still going!

Guess what? I'm graduating! Yay, so I'll have more time to do my work. If you have any ideas for this or any other fan fictions, send me a message! I will try to write. Oh, my fingers are starting to go numb. Crap. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW LIKE LIKE LIKE DO SOMETHING LIKE GET ICECREAM THEN READ THE STORY ICECREAM IS REALLY GOOD. Thanks.

And then, I graduated. I never dreamt of having this power, this undeniable surge of physical, mental power. It flowed through me like a seething flame. I felt so amazing, like I could conquer anything.

"Congratulations, Marceline. You've done well." Under-senpai said.

"Thank you, senpai. You've been a great teacher." I said. I felt very proud of myself. Grell smiled and held tightly to Will who sighed and slightly grinned. A pang went off in my chest. I'd have to leave this wonderful people to make my own way in the world. At that moment, I viewed the worlds as a scary, fearful reality. But now, just a day later, I am glad that I have finally finished and received my full shinigami weapon and been given the honor of the highest rank of shinigami.

At the pre-shinigami train station, everyone stared at me. They took notice of my prideful gate, my long shinigami robes (Grell made them, a bright and somewhat of an eyesore of an orange) swished. I smiled and stepped onto the train. I was headed to the Medium world where I would seek out the souls that needed some reaping. Where else to go except the killing world? Well, you know, other than the human world. But the days in the human world had started run together, like eggs and tomatoes.

A little girl rushed to my side and buried herself in my robes that suspiciously resembled Grell's. Three boys bolted after her, skidding to a halt when they saw me.

"Now," I said maturely, inside, I was beaming at my first order of justice, "what is going on?" I would like to say that my voice was steady and sophisticated, but I think it was too eager to pass for mature.

The girl in my side shivered and cowered even deeper into my side, bruising my new shinigami bones. "T-they w-were going to t-throw me onto the t-t-tracks." She now started sobbing. Her entire frame shook, her tiny body threatening to crack a rib.

"Ah." I said. My face darkened. I remember being that little girl, standing in the crowd, being thrown at, being taunted. I turned to the boys and smiled, hopefully giving my scariest smile I ever gave. "Boys, where are your mothers?"

In the short time it took to serve breakfast, I had hunted down all their mothers and given them all a good smack of the head. But by the looks of the mothers (and the fathers) it was easy to assume that my hand wasn't going to be their last retribution.

Finally, the girl and I were alone in my cabin. She lay on my bed and snored softly. Instead of looking peaceful like a normal child her age, she dozed in a fitful slumber. She murmured and muttered in her sleep, saying pitiful pleas and revealing horrible threats made against her. My heart just about cracked when I had a sudden burst of idea come rampaging through my head.

Gently, I went to the bed and touched the girls shoulder lightly. Her stormy gray eyes opened. They showed mistrust and then slight and feeble dependency when they grazed over me. Her eyes, like my own eyes as a child, combed the entire cabin then came to rest on me again.

"Hey, I have an idea."

She nodded. The train hooted and thundered on.

"Are you alone?" Hopefully, she knew my meaning. And it seemed she did. She nodded again.

I sighed. "What's your name, Darling?" I was tired of calling her 'little girl' and 'she', 'her' and 'girly'.

"My name is Terry. I don' know my lasts." Let me tell you, when she pronounced the last with one too many s's, my heart thudded. Such a cute little name for a cute little girl.

"Do you know what I am?"

"No . . . . . . . . Yeah. You're a shinigami. You kill people then eat their souls." Mistrust set in as she realized the possibility of me eating her soul.

Somewhere, out of nowhere, a huge metal tin tray was thrown at my head from above. It conked on my head, and bounced to the floor. "What the- ? A tray? Really?" I rubbed my sore skull and sat down on a nearby chair. I decided to say my career's real job. "Ah, no, Terry. I don't kill people. Others do that for me, though. But not like that! Say, a hurricane came washing by and someone was killed. It's my job to make sure the soul gets collected and given over to Divine Authorities. I don't eat souls, no, they're too blobby and runny for that."

Terry seemed even more frightened. Suddenly, like a bolt, she dashed out of the cabin and slammed it's door. Terry was gone, and my job's 'bad side' kicked in.

Of course, though, I knew the perks and drawbacks of being a shinigami WAY before I became one. I had seen the fear in people's eyes as Under-senpai, no, Undertaker passed by. Even in the human world. He radiated different, and people don't trust different. So I was okay and ready for this first defeat. I lay my head down on my pillow and, just before sleep, I magically locked my door.