LUKE POV:

I hopped aboard the boat silently, sticking to the shadows. It was nighttime. It was dark. This was my ticket outta here. The police were searching for me. Looking, but not finding. How were they to know that I was catching the first Trading Ship outta Death City to it's neighboring kingdom?

Moving like a wrath, I rounded corners, ducked hallways, and lowered myself down the stairs. Always keeping silent. The stench burned my nose as I entered the coal room. Remember, I'm used to the nice smells of luxury, not the working class. I shuddered.

Was this how life would be for now on? Work, work, and more work in unbearable stenches? I backed up to the wall and slid down, cradling the sides of my head with my palms... Could I do it?

I must have fallen asleep because before I knew it, someone tumbled over my outstretched legs and slammed to the ground with a yelp. I woke up with a yelp. And scrambled to my feet around the same time as my tackler. He grabbed my arm and tugged me after him, "Come on, dude! Come on! We have'ta get outta here! Pronto! The boat's going down. She's sinking, dude!"

What? I suddenly became aware of the sirens, yells, screams, and creaking of the boat and it's people on board. It was sinking! Frightened, I tightened my grip on his hand and pushed forward, overtaking him as the fear inside of me lent my feet wings. I flew up the stairs and faintly felt his hand let go as, with a cry of terror, I slipped in water left from a wave and went sliding, plunging head first into the ocean.

The last thought I had as I fought to the surface and saw others abandoning ship was of how had my parents had never done THAT, I'd never have killed them - and I wouldn't be drowning in the freezing cold ocean millions of miles from land in the middle of a thunderstorm with waves crashing around every side of me. For all I knew, I may not have even been swimming upwards.

BLACKSTAR POV:

"I-I don't know how to deal with this, Blackstar..." Crona whined to me for about the gazillionth time.

"Just shut-up and deal with it, Crona!" I snapped, getting p1ssed off. I mean, come on! All he had to do was patrol the perimeter like Maka said. What was so hard to 'deal with' about it? Nothing! The kid's a wimp. A scrawny light purple headed bag of uselessness. Why my sister was so determined to take him under her wing is a mystery to me.

Okay, well not that much. He's pretty strong, despite appearances. And I do respect him... a little... cause his strength really comes out when my sister's in trouble. And no, Maka's not my real sister... she just feels like it. Our relationship is too deep to be called a friendship, but not intimate enough to be labeled as love. Plus, I bet Maka's buddy boy Soul would attempt to have my head if I tried. Attempt. I am his god after all! Hahaha! See, we in the Kishin Gang have known each other for a long time. We all grew up on Death City's streets together. Everyone of us had our own things for the groups. I'm the best fighter, commonly known as the assassin. Kid the gunman is Death himself's kid, so he's our king's banished son. Ex-heir of Death City. Patty and Liz are his half sisters... different fathers. Tsubaki is Maka's bff - and the only one of us who can calm her down or yell at her without being maka-chopped in the head with the hardest thing nearby. Crona is this shy boy who can fight almost as good as me. Blair is our Russian Blue cat with more intelligence than any animal needed. Maka is our leader. And Soul is Maka's best guy friend, they were the first of all of us to meet. Normally, someone like me would get jealous, but since I'm their god, I let it slide. Plus, I know Soul likes her way more than friendships and family goes. H3ll, we all do. Except Maka. And that's the way it's always been and always will be. None of us are ready for that big step. Right now we just want to survive this Island.

The sound of moaning caught my ears and my hand whipped out, causing Crona to stumble backwards. "Shhh!" I hissed, cutting him off from his 'I don't know how to deal with quick stops' complaint.

A loud grunt of pain and quick inhale was heard and I saw Crona's eyes dart around nervously. Good. He heard it. Signaling once more for silence, we crept to side and peered around the trunk of the tree hiding us.

A thin red-headed boy in a white and red splattered shirt was leaning heavily on his right arm, muttering obscene curses to the ground as his left fist beat the ground steadily. I signaled Crona closer, "Be quiet!" His mouth snapped shut. I continued, "Head back to the base and warn Maka that the storm delivered us an intruder. Tell her to send backup. He looks half-drowned, but he may still put up a good fight..." My eyes narrowed slightly, "Though us gods like a good fight, I'm quite certain Maka wants to speak with our little guest first. Dont'cha think?"

Crona nodded slightly, his eyes fixed on the boy in dark blue jeans, "O-okay, Blackstar..." Turning, he started off only to halt when my hand caught his shoulder.

"Take out, Ragnarok."

Frowning, he looked at me, "W-why? I-If you don't mind me asking..."

I shrugged, looking back to the kid on the beach who was now doing something to his leg and yelping like he was hurt badly. His voice was really annoying my godly ears. "Suit yourself, Crona. You just never know who else washed up on our shores."

It processed, "T-thank you," and he raced off silently through the woods to go and find Maka.

Taking a deep breath, I drew myself up to my full height of 5'9 and marched out of the woods. I saw him stiffen as he heard my approach and noticed when he reached for something. Here we go! Grinning, I'd crossed the distance between the two of us, withdrawn my katana sword, and had it placed at the bottom of his neck, "Whoa, there, Trespasser. Watch what you're doing in front of your god."

He snickered and lowered his hands, "My god? Who, you?" He laughed then and my grip tightened, Cocky little brute! "What type of god attacks an innocent kid from behind?"

I snarled, pressing the blade inward and drawing blood, his grip on his whatever got harder, "The assassin of Death City's banished Kishin Gang's god is who!"

Suddenly, as if that was a trigger, he lunged forward into a roll, jumped into the air, and landed in a crouch, facing me, "Oh? Is that who you are? Then be prepared to die!"

With a growl, we lunged for one another. Katana and sharp fishing spear meeting together in a large clash of metal. Oh, yeah, it is so on!

CHETAHLUV!

Hey everyone! Hope you liked Chapter uno! (See that? Added in some spanish?!) Please REVIEW and tell me whether you like it or not! KAYYY?! THNX!

LUKE: Chetahluv does not own Soul Eater.

SOUL: Yeah, only u. lol

MAKA: SOUL! B nice!

SOUL:... srry luke...

KID: Lol

BLACKSTAR: HAHHAHAHAHAH! SERVES U RITE! UR NOT A GOD! HAHAHAH!

TSUBAKI: Tsubaki... CHOP!

PATTY: HAHAHAH! DIE GIRAFFE!

LIZ: ugh. Review. Chetahluv DOES own the story plot and Luke.

LUKE:... ouch