A/N- If I owned Bleach you would know.

I had a terrible cold for the whole week. In school my nose was running like a waterfall *sigh* my parents didn't believe me so I had to suffer though school. But today they let me stay home, anyway read and review

Even though Momo was expressly told not to go to the Mayor's dinner party, she still found herself there in front of the doors, giving her name to the guard and going inside. The Mayor of the town was a horrid man. Everyone hated him. Fear was the only thing that kept people from rioting. Mayor Bareat used to be a gang member but he managed to claw his way up to the position of mayor.

"Hello young Momo," she heard a slimy voice behind her. She whipped around to see Mayor Bareat staring at her. His look sent shivers down her spine.

"H-hello Mayor Bareat, lovely party," she sputtered, quickly plastering on a smile.

"Yes quite lovely isn't it."

"Indeed it is. Well if you'll excuse me I'm looking for someone," Momo said speeding away from the man. For the next 20 minutes, Momo spent her time hiding from the mayor. She breathed a sigh of relief when he was called up to make a speech. She crept over to the front… and saw the boy. He was here! But oddly, no one else seemed to notice him as he nimbly moved though the crowd with excessive speed.

"Hey," Momo called but he was either ignoring her or just didn't hear her. 'Should I go after him?' Suddenly, a gunshot rang out slicing through still silence. The Mayor crashed to the ground and a scream a banshee couldn't match came from his wife. Momo stood there shocked, no one else had seen it, but she had. The boy from the fountain had shot the Mayor and no one had noticed. She bolted from the hall. Her wind ability was handy in situations like this, all she had to do was think of the person she wanted to see and, even without knowing their location, she would be there. Momo felt a breeze and then wind enveloped her. She was outside staring into the eyes of the boy from this morning.

"Why are you here stupid girl," he snarled angrily. "I specifically told you not to come and yet here you are. Are you so stupid that you can't follow simple directions?"

Momo placed her hand over his mouth, "be quiet for a moment, do me a favor and answer my questions. Who are you? And why did you kill the Mayor?"

The boy removed her hand, "because I had orders to dispatch him."

"So just because he was evil doesn't mean he had to die. Don't get me wrong I couldn't stand the man, but still."

"My name's Tōshirō. I'm part of the Night. Seven is my number."

Momo gasped and took a step back. The Night was the most elusive organization existing. There was. There were about 13 members, but no one knew anything about them. Members integrated amongst the people freely and anonymously. Out of all of the members in the organization, Number Seven was the most known. He was dubbed the Death God, because anyone who saw him would inevitably die by his hand. "No way. You can't be Mr. Seven. I mean you've killed people whenever they discovered your identity. You're lying. You can't be Number Seven."

He pulled out his gun and Momo took another step back. "Here, my gun is proof that I'm Number Seven."

She took a couple of tentative steps toward him and gingerly took the gun from his hands. Momo turned the gun over in her hands and saw it. 'VII, Number Seven' was engraved in the gun. "Astaroth is the guns name," said Tōshirō, making Momo jump.

"You name your gun? That's um kinda weird."

"I didn't name the damn thing, stupid girl, that's the name it came with, stupid rat," Tōshirō snapped, again making Momo flinch.

"Oh okay," Momo replied taking a couple more steps back. She wasn't scared; after all, she was a sorceress, so she probably could hold her own against Tōshirō .

"My, my Tōshirō you're letting this girl live, even though she knows who you are," called a voice from the woods. Tōshirō stared into the thick forest, grabbed Momo's hand, and muttered "stay silent and behind me."

"Really Tōshirō you're losing your touch. That girl is a witch and knows who you are; she needs to be dealt with." A girl about Momo's age emerged from behind the trees, staring at Momo with utter hatred. In her hand was a single black rose, the symbol of death.

"This girl is my responsibility. I'll deal with her how I see fit Karin. Let me do my job," Tōshirō snarled dangerously, while stepping in front of Momo.

"But my dear Tōshirō if you were actually doing your job, I wouldn't have to remind you that this witch has to die seeing as how she now knows who you are." she spat out the word as if it were rotting with writhing maggots.

"I just told you, Karin, I don't need your assistance with this." Momo stayed quietly behind him just like he told her to surprising Toshiro. He had expected the stupid girl to start mouthing off to Karin. 'Maybe she isn't as-'

"Excuse the hell outta me but your 'dear' Tōshirō told me that he was Number Seven, I didn't find out so maybe when you have your ducks in a row you can talk without looking like a giant ass wipe. Thanks so much," Momo said politely her words having the tiniest indication of a threat simmering underneath the surface.

Karin stared at Momo a cold hard look in her eyes, "you little bitch do you know what the price of interrupting my time with Tōshirō is-"

"To be frank I-"

"You stupid little rat, I swear to God can't you just shut up and cower behind me like a God damn damsel in distress without mouthing off to people who could easily kill you! You, you stupid bed wetting girl!"

"Sorry I don't 'damsel' well Tōshirō," Momo snapped momentarily forgetting that she was supposed to be scared of him, because after all, he was Number Seven. "I don't wet the bed either dumbass," she huffed.

Momo looked like she wanted to say more but Tōshirō didn't give her a chance. "Bed wetter, we have to get out of here now," he said trying to stop the distress from creeping into his voice.

Momo sensed the urgency in Tōshirō's voice and bolted. Tōshirō raced after her. He could have faced Karin, but Momo was in danger. He knew that Karin wasn't above threatening someone's life in order to win in a fight.

"Where are we going Tōshirō," Momo shouted at him. She wanted to check if they were being followed by Karin, but something held her back. Momo knew that if she looked back and saw she was right behind her, she would panic and stop thinking clearly.

"Just shut up and follow me," Tōshirō replied.

"You never have a nice word to say to me even when we're facing imminent death," Momo laughed.

After a while both stopped running and caught their breath. "Did we lose her yet," Momo asked between pants.

"Looks like it. Use your power to take us back-"

"Can't, too tired if I use too much energy I'll die."

Come on," he offered her his hand. "You look dead on your feet. Get on my back."

"Thanks Tōshirō, I suppose at times you really can be nice," Momo smiled.

"Shut up, stupid bed wetter, I'm only doing this because you almost died because of me. No wait, it's your fault you almost died, stupid rat, you mouthed off to her and-"

"Okay," she muttered. "I messed up. I'm sorry. Happy now, I apologized."

Tōshirō could have made fun of her and bullied her some more but decided against it, seeing as the girl looked really to collapse from exhaustion.

"Where are we going," she asked, clinging to Tōshirō as she rode on his back.

"My house," was the helpful reply.

D-d-done *coughs up lungs and other various and vital organs and dies*