Hello everyone! This is my first fanfiction and I am really proud to be able to publish it. Thanks to rxyalty's fanfiction, Little Brother, I found some courage to write my own story. I just want to quickly warn that since it is my first time, some of your favorite characters may be OOC and maybe some canon episodes are mixed up but I assure you that I am doing my best to make everything piece together! If you have any suggestions or ideas for the later chapters in this story, or possibly a pairing, you are seriously encouraged to help. I do like Co-Written stories!

Sorry for the long Author's Note. We may now begin Black Star's adventure!

To Be A God

"It's... a girl!" There was no cheering or praising. There was no screaming or clapping. Only a deathly silence as the sound of war raged distant from the deserted hill.

As the baby wailed and the doctor cleaned her, a spiky white-haired man barged into the large tent with many bloodied knives in his hand. He had just came back from the battle between the Star Clan and DWMA and knew it was only a matter of time before he and the rest of the ninjas on top of this hill will be captured and killed right on the spot. He knew the clan and school never got along but a day where thousands of meisters and death scythes and weapons go against a hundred assassins is not what he had expected.

"White Star sir... your newborn..." The doctor murmured hesitantly. The man narrowed his eye dangerously as he sensed an uncomfortable atmosphere. His wife was resting on the cot, slowly recovering from giving birth and several other assassins taking guard around the corners.

"Your newborn sir... It's a... Girl." White Star remained silent. As a rule of the Star Clan, only the first newborns have to be a male in order to take their father's place. Women were rare in the clan and if there were any, they were used to keep the bloodline of the Star Clan going. However due to war, White Star's wife remained the only female to live and produce the Star Clan's last hope; and it's a girl. Will he take down the baby and call the Star Clan extinct? Or will he keep the baby, and let her carry on the last pure blood of the clan?

Sounds of guns shooting in the woods near the tent made everyone jump and White Star swore as he grabbed hold of the baby in a blanket and dashed out. He ignored the yells and protest of the doctor and lower assassins but he had not time to explain his plan. He only trusted them to keep his wife alive as long as possible and zoomed into the forest. He hopped from tree to tree while keeping the infant in his arms, his heart paining as he heard the DWMA souldiers march toward the tent with their automatic weapons. He was the Clan's leader and he managed to get a whole clan eradicated in less than a day.

White Star held his breath as he made himself camouflage with a tree branch when a swordsman calmly walked through the trees and bushes with a wheat straw inbetween his teeth. Once the man was out of sight, White Star quietly hopped the rest of the branches and landed on the dirt when he came across the other side of the forest. The view of Death City was beautiful, compared to the fire, smoke, and blood covering his village. There stood out DWMA, the school that everyone so happen to praise killing his family. He wanted to take revenge, kill everyone and everything but what good would it do? White Star sighed heavily and placed his wailing infant on the ground while crouching in front of her.

"Oh quit your whining." He muttered at the baby and his breath hitched when big, sparkling blue eyes opened and looked at him in interest, the wailing stopped and the infant was now observing her father. White Star huffed as his heart gave another agonizing ache at his newborn daughter. He quickly looked up at the sky and watch the many stars in the sky and the bright guffawing moon. His expression hardened before he looked back down at his child.

"You are our Clan's last hope, our future, our reputation. You will carry out our warrior strength and assassins' blood. You... Black Star... will pass our legend on." White Star said this as he traced the baby's cheek with his gloved thumb. Even if his mind was screaming "It's a girl you damned fool!", common sense told him that this was no time to be biased.

"And besides, you are my child. No child of mine is a failure." He added with a hidden smirk. As if Black Star understood him, the infant grinned widely and clapped excitedly. Oh what he would give to have a few more hours, or maybe even a day to stay with his child.

With a determined look, White Star stood up with clenched fists as he gave one last look to Black Star.

"I will kill as many as I can, for you and my wife. Let my last scream of rage ring in your ears. One day, one day... You will rise above humanity!"

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Thirteen Years Later..

O.o.O.o.O

"Black Star! Breakfast!" A man called from the kitchen. He took off his apron with a sweat at a thought of being caught in the frilly item and blinked when he did not hear footsteps.

"Black Star!?" He called and huffed while running a hand through his cornrows when he realized he was going to have to play hide-and-seek as usual.

...

"Heeheehee..." As the man passed the living room, a small form hopped from under the coffee table and ran into the laundry room. When she slid the door open, a towel plopped on her head and with her vision suddenly blocked, she ran into the washing machine and fell back with a yelp. Of course, within seconds her guardian was standing over her with a tired look.

"Black Star I don't have time for this. I made breakfast, so hurry up and eat because I have somewhere to take you." Black Star felt the towel get lifted from her face and hopped onto her feet with an excited look.

"YOU'RE TAKING ME TO THAT FIGHTING SCHOOL, MWBA?!" She screamed while running into the kitchen. "Huh Sid? Right? Right? Sid?" A headache formed in the man's head and he massaged the temple of his forehead.

"DWMA and yes Black Star. It's time you meet Lord Death for an evaluation before attending the academy." Black Star was practically glowing as she practically inhaled her plate of eggs and bacon, occasionally tossing a biscuit in her open mouth. Sid shook his head with a humored look at how the girl was able to eat like a human vacuum cleaner. "After you finish eating, go ahead and get changed. I'll meet you in the front."

"Kay!" When Sid exited through the front door, Black Star zipped to her room and a opened her drawer. Unlike most girls, Black Star had a drawer basically for a boy. Her closet had assassin-like outfits, and her day clothes were all boy shorts and shirts. There were no hair ties, bows, skirts, bracelets, ect. However she did hold two powerful combat gloves that she was never able to touch because Sid claimed she was not ready. However, starting her new day at the academy, Black Star decided to make a good impression of herself.

Grabbing an outfit, the gloves, and tape, she headed into the bathroom and plopped the items on the ground before staring into the mirror. It was an everyday procedure that soon grew into a habit. She would observe her flat and relaxed spiky blue hair. She had asked why she dyed her hair as a baby a year ago since everyone in town had black, blonde, or brown hair. However Sid always avoided answering and she eventually stopped asking why was seemed so different from everyone.

Her blue eyes went down to the star-shaped scar on her shoulder. Sid said it was a birthmark but even Black Star was not stupid enough to believe that. But she did not know what else it could be. How she got it, she may never know. Who her real parents are... pointless to even try asking. If only Black Star knew, she would understand why everyone glared at her, whispered behind her back, or made rude gestures when she looks at them. Finally, her eyes went down to her chest. Being raised around a man made Black Star want to be one when she grew up. She viewed women as weak, petie beings that did nothing but whine over their make up or what clothes they should wear. Then when Black Star saw men, she viewed them as strong beings, muscles, and independent. Nobody was able to say that she was only being sexist. Nobody told her that she was being biased. And because of this, nobody could tell her that she won't grow to have huge muscles and rule over everyone as the last Star Clan member. Deep inside, almost as if it was common sense, Black Star had a feeling that she was destined to be a boy, not a girl. Something told her that somewhere in the endless skies, an important person would raise her and have more faith if she was a man and not a female. Her heart told her that one day, she will reach her life-long goal as a proud male.

With a final grin, Black Star took off her shirt and pants, only being left in boxers. With years of practice at her side, the blue-haired girl grabbed a roll of gauze to wrap around her chest. Sid had caught her one day and warned that if she kept doing it, her chest would not fully develope like a normal girl's and he was confused when she laughed and gave an extra wrap of gauze around her chest. He had long given up trying to stop her from confusing her gender but her determination was much stronger than his will. Fate decided this, and nobody will change it. Black Star made sure to evenly space the gauze on her chest so when she put her black, sleeveless shirt on, there was no hint of breasts. Once she was satisfied with this, she pulled on black and white shirts before grabbing a belt and quickly wrapping it to keep it in place and tucking her shirt underneath it. Finally, she grabbed a sliver scarf and loosely tied it around her neck before pulling out a jar of gel. This was her favorite part.

Dipping her hand in the jar with a grin, she slathered it on her hair and began making large spikes out of it. Her favorite design was making a star out of her hair since it was her favorite shape out of concious. Plus it made her look more boyish and gave a sense personality toward her. And who wouldn't like a little attention?

Once Black Star washed her hands and put the jar back, she slipped on the taboo gloves and voiced her awe at her soul wavelength travelled toward the items on her hand. It was almost as though her soul was familiar with them. Clenching and unclenching her fists, Black Star stepped out the bathroom and headed to the front door with a satisfied look. It was time she began her years at DWMA. To get a weapon. To kill kishin's and witches. To beat anyone higher than her to get to the top. To rise above all.

To fulfill a dream a certain someone in the starry skies wished upon me.