I own nothing. The plot-line is also NOT mine, but Raven Roth's. Thank you.


Present time line-

Klarion heard a feeble knock on his door. He knew exactly who was doing the weak knocking in the first place. "Come in, Zatanna."

The young girl swept into the room, small and nervous as always. Her hands were clasped ever so slightly and she was staring down at the floor.

Early in their partnership, Klarion had decided that the floor would most likely be her best friend- since it was the main thing that she had stared at in their time together.

"What it is?" he asked her, barely looking up.

"I was just wondering what our first lesson would be," she said shyly.

He sighed in slight annoyance. "The basics."

He expected her to leave after he answered her, but her feet seemed to be rooted to the spot where she stood.

"Yes?" he asked her, trying to keep his patience.

"Master, our first lesson is suppose to be now," she replied meekly.

He almost smiled at what she had called him. He remembered the day he had decided the role of master.

~flash back~

"So how's this gonna work again?" Zatanna asked, her eyes wide and excited to be with him. "Will I have to be a house-cleaner if you're the leader?"

He smirked, rolling his eyes at her inquires. "Cute notion, but no. I was thinking more along the lines of 'supreme master'."

She nodded happily, "Okay, Master. Do I have to be a house-cleaner?"

He resisted the urge to rub his temples. "No. I don't think so. Unless you want to be?"

She rolled her eyes, "Yep. It's my ABSOLUTE dream."

She couldn't help but laugh as his eyes went deathly wide. "Oh God," he gasped as though he were being strangled.

When she finally managed to stop herself, she said, "Joke!"

He gasped, turning back to his healthy, death-like pale from an unhealthy drowned-blue. "Good, don't do that again."

~end flash back~

He sighed, waving his hand, as if pushing the notion away. "Yes. Go on, then. I'll be there in a moment."

Zatanna nodded giddily, grinning at him, then running from the room faster than she had entered.

Klarion smirked, going back to his death-note. And though his hand moved through the threatening words and phrases, his mind kept fading back to his future lesson with Zatanna.

Well, one thing's for certain, he noted silently, it'll certainly be a interesting lesson.

But he had no idea how much.