A/N: Yay, my first Zatch Bell story. :3 Here are a few things that I'd like to note-

- I usually call them demons, but if you call them mamodo, I won't mind. :3

- If 'Zatch' or any other real character names somehow pop up, then you would see their Japanese name instead. ^^'' So instead of Zatch, you would see Gash instead. Get it? :3

That's about it. If you would like to send in a fan mamodo, then here's the bio you would have to fill out, or, just use your own.

Human Name:

Age:

Appearance:

Personality:

Other:

Demon/Mamodo Name:

Age:

Appearance:

Personality:

Book Color:

Other:

Spells:

Now that's everything. :3 Here's the first chapter. ^^

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. Not Zatch Bell, nor Konjiki no Gash Bell. I don't own the manga or the anime. Nothing. Zip. Zero. Get it? Got it? Good. I don't own anything except this story. Oh, and I don't own the idea for this story either. I know I'm not the first. But I will do all I can to make this story different than the others. :3

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"Hah, another book burnt. This is a lot easier than I thought it would be." A girl about nine years old popped a pink gumball in her mouth. She had blue hair and blue eyes, and wore a white long-sleeved shirt with a cloud in the middle. The girl wore a blue skirt with a white cloud on the side, and wore indigo shoes. On her right hand was a golden bracelet, and on her face were two red stripes, both on either side of her cheek.

The boy next to her sighed in reply. He was a lot older than the girl, maybe sixteen. His hair was black and spikey, sometimes showing his chocolate brown eyes. He wore a thick blue long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans with black shoes. "Don't get overconfident, Soren," The boy warned. "I'm sure there are many more enemies out there, a lot stronger. They made it in the final seventy for a reason."

"I know that." Soren replied, a smirk on her face. "Don't forget, we're in the final seventy as well. We beat six opponents already with our slightly weak spells. I'm sure the others are pushovers."

"Slightly weak? Repeat what you just said. Did that make any sense?"

"Whatever." She stopped walking and turned to face her partner. "I'm just saying that luck isn't on our side. We're just powerful, they're weak."

The boy looked at her. "Are you sure about that? You said it yourself, we have weak spells. That third opponent was not a pushover."

"Come on, Riley." Soren sighed for about the hundredth time that day. "I'm sure we'll get more powerful spells as we go on. How many spells do we have?"

"Three."

"See? And I've been with you for how many months? Two? See? We're doing fine!" The girl said, the smile still stuck on her face.

"We only have one attack spell." Riley reminded her.

"And one defensive spell and one getting away spell. We're doing fine. Now stop complaining." The smile turned into a frown and she started walking again, continuing to chew on her gum.

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Riley sat on his bed, hand under chin, thinking about the other demons. How powerful were they? Were there still some weaklings left over by luck, just hiding until the battle was almost over? Or were they slowly gaining strength, something he and Soren should have been doing right now? Maybe we should train… The boy thought, about to stand up when he felt something behind him.

"Hey, Riley…When's dinner?…I'm hungry…." Soren said, bouncing on his bed.

"First of all, stop jumping. It's giving me a headache." Riley said, grabbing the nine year old and placing her feet on the floor. "And second, we're going to eat dinner when it's ready. I haven't even started making it yet! What do you want, anyway?"

"Hmm, haven't thought of it…" Soren squinted her eyes, obviously deep in thought. "Ooh, ooh! Macaroni and Cheese!"

"…Fine. Mac and Cheese it is. Don't come up to me at three in the morning saying you're hungry, though."

"When have I ever done that?"

"Last month. You wouldn't stop bothering me until I made you a sandwich. A sandwich, by the way, you didn't even eat!"

"Oh, yeah…I didn't feel hungry anymore after that." Riley mentally slapped his face with his own hand.

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A/N: That's the first chapter. :3 Send in your fan demons/mamodo, in PM or in a review. No flames, they won't do you much good. Any help would also be appreciated, I'm not the best writer out there. ^^