A figure stood in the moonlight. A smirk crossed her face as her victim tried to escape. She, in one leap, jumped in front of him and whispered, "Green*Star, smoke bomb mode."

Her ninja sword was immediately a smoke bomb, which she threw to the ground. Her victim was temporarily blinded, thrashing around wildly.

And suddenly, a ninja sword was stuck through his back. His corpse was soon replaced with a floating soul; an afreet egg to be precise.

The girl smirked again. "Green*Star, good job. Now eat up."

Her ninja sword glowed and transformed into a human boy. He smiled and licked his lips. Picking up the soul, he commented, "This is our third kishin soul, Janan."

Janan smiled, showing her spiky teeth and started playing with her headband. "We're the best."

Green*Star finished the soul and stood up. "We should report back to Lord Death."

Janan nodded. She breathed on a nearby window and recited as she wrote. "42-42-564 whenever you want to knock on Death's door."

The window rippled, as if it were water, and Lord Death appeared on it, as if it were a TV. "Hello? Lord Death?" Janan asked.

"Hiya Hiya!" Lord Death waved.

"We've recovered our third kishin soul," Green*Star told him.

"Good Good! Come back to the academy as quick as possible," Lord Death replied.

Soul was standing next to him, and smiled at Janan. "Hey Jan."

Janan smiled sweetly. "Hi Dad. I'm gonna make Green*Star a death scythe, just like you are!"

"Hey, your mom did all the work," Soul said, shrugging.

"Still! Anyways, we'll be heading back now, bye!" Janan replied.

The two began to walk back to the school. They were about to turn into an alleyway when Green*Star stopped. "Jan, we're not going in there!"

Janan had her hands on her hips. "Well, why not?"

"Lots of gangsters and mobsters and thieves and-"

"Skip to your point!" Janan cried impatiently.

"Lots of bad people hang out in there!" Green*Star exclaimed. "Let's just scale that wall over there!"

Janan shook her head and crossed her arms. "You know I suck at climbing! This way is better!"

"Please?" Green*Star begged. "We could suck together!"

"You're f*cking disgusting," Janan groaned.

"What?" Green*Star slowly caught on. "You have a dirty mind! You know what I meant!"

"But we could take 'em!" Janan argued.

"But if we can avoid a fight, we should," Green*Star complained.

"Fiiiiiiine," Janan huffed. "You go first, then help me up. You're the one with an assassin as a father."

Green*Star scaled the wall easily, then motioned for Janan to follow. She groaned and tried desperately to climb up. She was failing. Green*Star reached his hand towards her. "Come on, you're almost there!"

Janan grabbed his hand and he helped her up. She looked around. "Sh*t. I hate heights."

"It's not that bad," Green*Star persuaded.

"You're a b*tch, you know that?" Janan moaned.

"Just don't look down. The academy's not far." Green*Star started to walk away.

Janan muttered a curse under her breath, but followed her weapon. (Editor's Note: Greer, too many swears for the first chapter! I changed most of them to *'s but it's driving me nuts! Your editor, Collins)