WARNING: This story is not meant to be taken seriously. I have yet to discover a plot for this random book. This story does contain some nasty stuff so I advise that if you do not like YAOI, SMUT, SHONEN AI, EGG LAYING(BY A HUMAN, YO), MILKING(ALSO A HUMAN), SPANKING, get out of here as fast as you can! Save your minds!

Everyone else who is okay with torturing and tainting their brains, welcome!^^

Death The Kid had a normal, perfect life. His father owned the most prestigious academy in the United States right here in Nevada. Hell, his father has this city named after him, Death city. His family lived in the lap of luxury; he has two step-sisters that his father adopted. At first Kid believed them to be delinquents but after teaching them wrong from right(putting up with his obsessive-compulsive disorder) they dimmed down to normal blondes who just don't give a fuck about anyone but theirselves. Actually, they are pretty caring but maybe that is because the girls are suddenly living in a mansion when they used to live in the streets about a month ago.

Kid goes to his father's school and has friends, believe it or not. He used to be snobby and stuck-up until one of his friends, Maka, took the stick out his ass and beat him into submission with it. He was looked highly upon and treated to royalty wherever he goes, even if he is just asking for directions to the bathroom. No matter, he has the kind of life anyone could wish for and would be careful not to rub it in anyone's face, unless he wants a Maka-chop to the head(he has yet to receive his first one). This does not mean Kid has no compassionate side. In fact, he is overly-obsessed with perfection and beauty. That would explain why he is at the top of art class. In fact, he(tied with Maka), is at the top of all his classes. Kid already had his life set ahead: To save the world from it's ugliness. Call it pathetic, but you have not seen what he has in the city yet.

He was perfectly content with how he spent his life. Nothing out of the ordinary happens unless he is with his personality-diverse friends. So imagine his surprise when the doorbell rings and he has to open it to find a delivery man with a large box in his arms.

"Delivery to Lady Death. A lifetime supply of milk." Kid wanted to laugh but firmly set his jaw and took the box, swaying a little when the weight gathered to him.

"Uh, I'm a relative. I'll pass it on." The man tipped his hat before walking off, muttering something like "Crazy-ass kids with their obnoxious weight-losing ideas..."

Kid raised his eyebrows but shut the door with his foot before carrying the box to the living room. He wondered why Liz brought a life-time supply of milk. Either she was trying to make at least a dent in her large allowance or she was really that obsessed with trying to have a perfect body for the rest of her life.

"She's not here at the moment." He muttered to himself while eyeing the box. "It does not look like it would have a life-time supply though... I guess I'll put them in the fridge at least."

Once he left and came back with a box cutter, Kid made sure to cut a straight line at the top and the edges. After taking ten minutes of that, he set the tool on the coffee table and opened it, getting ready to take thousands of trips from the kitchen and back. Nope.

Instead, he gets to have a lovely heart attack when something popped up fast in front of him.

"Hi! I'm a cow!" A childish voice rang and Kid stared frozen on his spot. His beating heart had already calmed down but his eyes was surveying the 'cow'.

It looked liked someone around his age was playing dress-up and decided to box himself up after thinking he really looked like a cattle to be sent off to a farm. And instead of those big, childish suits kids wore to dress up, this one was wearing one of the kinkiest cow costumes he has ever seen(not that he has seen others but he can tell the difference between 'innocent' and 'crazy-sex demon', curtesy to Liz).

He was staring with a twitching eye at the white and black tank top and leather black shorts that barely covered 1/4 of the tan thigh. This child also wore black elbow length gloves and stockings. What made his left-eye twitch was the random black spots on the white tank. What kind of mother let their child wear such a thing!?

"How can your cow be of service?" The child exclaimed while saluting. Kid raised his eyebrows at the blue, spiky hair and could have sworn that Earth indeed has gravity.

"Excuse me?"

"How can your cow be of service?" The child repeated more boldly.

"You're not a cow." Kid dead-pannedly said and the person gasped as though he had said something offensive.

"Not a cow!? Of course I am! I'm standing right in front of you!"

"What does that prove?"

"That I'm the life-time supply of milk you ordered. Guaranteed fresh from the cattle." Kid gave the boy a perplexed look and stared at the exposed stomach. He knew it was stupid but he had to make sure this was all a dream. Nope. No udders. So where does the milk come from then?

"Right. Where did you come from cause I'm sending you back." The boy shrugged and Kid was even more stumped. Great. The mail service just sent Liz a boy with an identity-crisis. What is even worse is that this person apparently does not know where he came from. Hopefully not from a real cow or anything.

"This can't be happening..." But when Kid yanked his own hair, he was definitely not dreaming. Which means that he really does have to deal with a kid that probably just came back from a coma.

"So what kind of milk would you like? I've got extra creamy, thick, sweet-"

"What the hell are you talking about!?" Kid questioned perplexedly and the blue-haired male leaned forward.

"Milk. M-I-L-K. How about sugar milk? That always makes me sleepy-"

"This is insane. Where the hell is Liz..?" Kid stood up and was about to drag her ass into the family room but felt the 'cow' latch onto his arm.

"Where are going!? You can't leave on an empty stomach!"

"I'm not drinking whatever the hell you have!"

"But I swear it'll taste better than what you usually have!"

"I'm not holding you to that!"

"Pleeeeeeaaaaaaa-"

"What's going on?" Liz asked while walking in. She blinked when she found Kid tried to move away from another person. "Huh. Who's that?" She asked.

"Your delivery." Kid muttered with a dark look and nearly suffocated when the boy now embraced his torso strongly.

"Delivery? No way. The survey said I'd win-"

"A life-time supply of milk! A cow at your service!" The 'cow' exclaimed happily while saluting. Liz shared the same dead-panned look with her step brother and stepped closer.

"You're not a cow." She simply said while giving him a once-over.

"Why does everyone keep saying that!?"

"Liz, what the hell is he doing here?" The woman gave a defiant look.

"Don't look at me like that, I never asked for a cow- I mean, child!"

"Did you even bother to check with the manufacturers!?"

"I-I-!"

"Free milk over here guys!"

"We don't want your milk!" The step-siblings rounded at the boy. The boy blinked before slowly reaching to grab the box cutter and held the blade toward his neck. The other two sweated with shocked expression when the teen began crying comically.

"I guess you guys could always enjoy a nice barbecue with steak and hamburgers-"

"Don't!" Kid snatched the box cutter from the 'cow' while Liz sighed.

"This guy is crazy. He really thinks he is a cow." She muttered while trying not to imagine herself grilling the boy.

"As if I'd care whether he kills himself or not. I'm a vegetarian but I'm not dealing with a dead body in the house." Kid said and took out his phone.

"I wonder if we can put him up for adoption-"

"What parent would be crazy enough to take him in? He'll end up on the streets."

"Well we'll mail him back to the manufacturers." Liz went over to the box and checked around it before paling.

"K-Kiddo... There's no return address!" Said teen looked at her.

"What are you playing at!? Of course there should be one unless they... unless..." Kid trailed off as the truth hit him hard. Whoever sent them this boy wanted to get rid of him. He could not blame them too.

"Oooh... What are we going to do? I can't be a mother at this age! No way." Liz protested.

"This is why I constantly remind you to update the antivirus. Where did he go?" The siblings stared at each other, then around the room and before they could go into full-blown panick, the teen walked in with two glasses of milk.

"Here. You can calm down wih this." Kid wanted to deny it but was too tired to reject him. He already felt like collapsing on his bed and sleeping forever, hoping that this horrifying day was just a realistic dream.

Both Kid and Liz wearily took a glass and looked at the drink.

"Is this safe?" Kid numbly asked and the teen grinned.

"Yup. I'm domestic!" Ignoring that last part, the siblings looked at each other in silent confirmation before sipping the drink. Both sets of eyebrows raise high when a sweet taste came in. Guilty enough, Kid liked the creamy, cold milk and he saw that Liz was equally surprised.

"What's your name kid?" Liz asked the blue-haired teen, who grinned widely.

"My name is Black Star." He said proudly and Liz smiled.

"Well, Black Star. I have to admit that this is pretty good. No sugar or fat or anything?"

"Nope." Liz hummed and took another long sip along with Kid, savoring the taste once more.

"Wow. Where did you get this from?" Black Star gave another large grin.

"From my penis!"

Kid spit out his drink.