He was bored. So, so bored.

And desperately wanted everybody in the room to be paying their utmost attention solely on him.

He craved the attention, the weight of dozens, no, hundreds of eyes staring up to face him. He wanted to hear their praises, see the awe in their eyes, as they looked up at him, the great Black Star!

But now no one even bothered to look at him. They all learned how to ignore his usual outbursts, and now no one would even glance over in his direction! Just how dare those low lives ignore their GOD?! He clenched his fists at the thought. He wanted to be worshipped! A hero!

"Screw this!" He screamed angrily, ripping through the silence heavy with tension. His classmates, again, ignored him, all too fixated on their tests to bother with him at that moment. He leaped out of his chair onto the desk, much to his weapon's silent dismay, and practically flew out of the room in frustration.

A while later, the loudmouthed ninja had made his way into the heart of Death City, which was a buzz with activity.

To get someone's worship, he knew he'd probably have to do something for them. "Selfish bastards…" He grumbled, earning a surprised look from a near passerby and an offended "WHAT did you say, brat?!" However, Black Star was, for probably the first time ever in his life, too lost in his thoughts to take any notice of this.

Suddenly, he straightened up, pumping a fist into the air. "YOSH! I'VE DECIDED! TODAY," He lowered his hand to point a finger at the crowd that passed by, paying him no attention. "I'LL BE YOUR SAVIORS! THEN YOU'LL JUST HAFTA WORSHIP THE GREAT ME, BLACK STAR!" He spotted an old lady in the midst of the crowd, hobbling along with a huge bag in tow.

His first victim.

Bounding over to the elderly lady, he put a hand on her shoulder. "HEY, GRANNY!" he yelled, his eyes glinting in anticipation. "GIMME YOUR BAG!" The old lady froze, shakily turning her head to look at the wild eyed, crazy haired teen.

"H…" The old lady tried to say something. Black Star's grin grew. The old lady started to shake under his hand. "Ah, it must be my godly presence!" He said aloud.

If she was scared before, now she was terrified.

This boy wasn't sane in the least!

"H-HELP ME!" she finally managed to shriek. Black Star flinched, removing his hold on her. His grin became a satisfied smirk. "Well, someone's eager!" he chuckled, reaching for her bag.

"N-NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Granny screamed again, whacking the psycho upside the head. Black Star grabbed his aching, throbbing head, groaning. Geez, this lady might've even been on par with Maka's chops.

"Nghhh…WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR YOU CRAZY OLD BAT!?" He exploded. All he wanted was to carry her purse for her!

"Hey! What's going on here?!" A voice full of authority called out. A voice Black Star knew very well. Without turning to look, he ran like Shinigami was after him.

"Grrr! That damned Black Star again, eh?" Snarled the lead cop. Every time they had encountered before, that brat had always gotten away from him! But, oh no, not this time. He was going to teach him a lesson. This time, he was going to stop that…that hooligan, no matter what it took!

"After him, men!"