Disclaimer's Note: I do NOT own Akabane-san. I do however own Shasia Emiki a.k.a. The Prophet.

Author's Note: Shasia Emiki is a psychic girl with silver hair and purple eyes. Five years ago, her boyfriend slashed her left eye with a knife when she refused to sleep with him. All she wants now is his body dead on the floor. Akabane is hired by Death to become her bodyguard because she doesn't want her favorite puppet to die at such a early age. After all, there is Death, and then her sister, Unexpected Death.

Chapter 1: Oops!

A girl of about thirty-four, was walking down the sidewalk after a day at school. (She went to college to become a professional fortune-teller.) She has long, straight, silver hair, and purple eyes. At the moment, she was wearing a grey school girl outfit, matched with a black tie. With books in hand, she whistled a tune as she started to skip merrily.

She was too busy skipping to realize that there were bullies in the upcoming ally way.

"Hey, gorgeous! Wanna come over and play with us?"

"No, I don't. I am on my way home. I don't have any time for losers like you."

"Say that to my face bitch! You better show some respect."

"Make me!"

She didn't feel like fighting them off so she ran. She ran past the fountain, past the library, and past the Honky Tonk. She stopped to catch her breath and looked behind her. They were way behind, so she sat down next to the Honky Tonk entrance.

Why? Why must they look at me like that? They take one look at a female and all they can think about is breasts, butts, and sex. We are humans just like men, so why do we get treated as possessions? I am definitely NOT a prize to be won! If only they knew my past. Why this scar is on my face. Then they might understand.

In the distance she could she the gang catching up to her, so she got up and started running again. This time they caught up to her.

"Okay missy! Time for your punishment!"

"Eat dirt Jackass!"

"You heard the lady. Make her eat dirt."

The tallest one pinned her to the wall, but not for long. She concentrated her power and the whole gang went souring into the air.

"AHHHHHHH! Put us down you whore!

"Give me one good reason why I should! You gangs treat me like an object! You deserve to suffer as much as I do everyday! Do you even know why I walk home alone everyday?"

"You wouldn't be alone if you found yourself a boyfriend!"

"Well, it's pretty damn hard too find one that doesn't look at tits now isn't it? I hope the blood rushes to your head and you die!"

Just to make sure that they didn't have any back-up, she continued to run. They will only be up in the air for thirty minutes.

Once again, she forgot to watch where she was going, for she ran right into a tall figure. He was at least over six feet tall, with hair like a spiked porcupine. He had purple eyes that sent a shudder down her back. He wore a long, black leather trench coat with a white shirt and black tie. He even wore a matching black hat that was wide all the way around the edge that seemed to keep all darkness in. Even though he took a hard impact from the girl, he stood his ground. She stood up, picked up her books on the floor, and started to explain to the man why she ran into him.

"I am sooo sorry! I was running from a Shinjuku gang and I wasn't watching where I was going! It was an accident, I swear!"

"I can have accidents too, and I suggest that you watch where you are going next time before I let one slip."

Shasia Emiki gave the tall man one last stare before she continued on her way. She couldn't get his purple eyes and sharp face out of her mind. She felt as if she was staring into her own reflection in the mirror when she looked deep into them. She also wanted to know why he kept staring at her scar. What business was it of his? As she went into her apartment and fell on her bed, she swore that she would get to the bottom of this. One way or another.