A Month Later

Prissa had her things packed, her laptop, her Beats, her clothes she'll need, and 10 thousand dollars on a debit card. She was in a cab headed for the airport, even though her parents insisted they drove her, she declined, not wanting to be with them any longer. She smiled as the cab pulled in front of the airport. She paid the driver, got her small amount of items and found her plane. She headed for it slowly but was ran into by a blue haired young man.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't see you there." the blue haired boy stated, holding a hand to help her up.

"No, no, don't mention it, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." Prissa stated, taking it and standing up. When she looked at him she realized she had seen him from somewhere before, he had spiky light blue hair with aqua colored eyes and a ninja style outfit. "Um...I've seen you somewhere before..." she stated looking at him.

"You ever hear of Scythe's Edge?" he asked, his hands on his hips.

"Biggest band in...the...no freaking way..." Prissa breathed, her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide.

"Are you ok? Your not freaking out..." he sounded shocked that some girl wasn't flipping out over the fact they just met the drummer of the biggest band ever.

"I'm not freaking out because...well, I'm not that big of a fan. I mean, I love your..."

"Flight 589 to Death City will depart in five minutes, please board now."

"Oh no...that's my flight, crap I'm sorry Black Star, I have to go, it was very nice to meet you!" Prissa called over her shoulder as she ran from Black Star's side and bolted through the people in the busy airport. She finally spotted the gate and ran a little faster, her grip tightening on the handle of her laptop case. A luggage cart drove in front of her and she timed it just right, sliding her laptop case under it and doing a track jump over a cart, she landed in a roll, grabbed her case and stood at the end of her roll. she ran to the gate but the people stopped her.

"I'm truly sorry ma'am, this flight has just left." the young peppy woman stated, blocking Prissa's way.

"No! That can't be..." Prissa stated, sinking to the floor. She would have to stay with her parents until she could save up enough money to buy another plane ticket. Oh how she hated them. Her father always spent the money from his job on drugs and alcohol. And her mother would always smoke in the house, their last house was burned down because her mother smoked in the bed and didn't snuff out the cigarette.

"Hey girl!" Black Star called, running up to the sunken young woman.

"Go away...I don't want to see anyone right now..." she whispered, her voice cracking.

"Oh my gosh! It's Black Star!" the peppy young woman piped her eyes wide.

"Look girl, our private jet is going to Death City, we could drop you off there." Black Star stated, squatting in front of the crying girl.

Prissa sniffed, "R-really? You would give a total stranger a ride?" she squeaked.

"Well, Maka or Kid won't be to happy about it, but who cares, you're not going to flip out on the plane." he stated patting her shoulder.

"I...I accept...thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me to go to Death City." she sniffled as Black Star helped her up.

"Seems like it's a big deal, well come on, we don't want the plane leaving with out us." he stated, gripping her hand and dragging her through the airport before a mob of fan girls ran after them.

"Black Star! There you are! Dude we finished refueling ten freaking minutes ago!" an angry blonde stated, her deep green eyes on the blue haired ninja. "Security take the girl away so we can leave" she ordered turning away with a flip of a pigtail.

"Whoa, whoa, Maka, she's with me, she's alright, her flight just left without her, she needs a ride to Death City." Black Star stated, pulling Prissa closer to himself.

"You know Kid will have a fit." Maka sighed, eyeing Prissa.

"Eh, screw him, she needs a ride and she wont fan girl over us." Black Star stated, giving her a big grin.

"Please Miss. Maka, if I don't go to Death City, I'll have to go back to my smoker of a mother and a drunk of a father. I promise you won't even know I'm there. Give me a place to keep my laptop and I won't bother you guys. As soon as the plane leaves, I'll leave you guys alone, I give you my word." Prissa begged, her eyes wide.

"Alright...I can relate to your story, that's why I came with these bums. My mother left and my dad is always drinking. Alright, come on." Maka sighed.

"Thank you so much Miss. Maka." Prissa stated, her hands latched in front of her.

"Yeah, yeah, come on. You don't want to be left behind." Maka stated, disapearing into the gate. Black Star followed, almost dragging Prissa behind him.