It had all started when a boy with glasses clapped to a male who had finished yelling and was now relaxing on one of the spikes.

The boy in leather jumped down and looked to the other.

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It was a mob group, the associates with masks and Joe Profaci at the head of the table. He was tall, with a double chin and thinning hair. A hat on his head and in his suit breast pocket, glasses.

They had plates full of blue souls, and Joe stabbed one, gesturing to his associates who were also eating and said, "any idiot who comes at me always gets killed. You know?"

One of the associates dabbed their mouth and grinned, "oh we know."

In the shadows hid a boy with a leather jacket, white shirt and black pants, with sunglasses covering his eyes.

"Emile, the head of the table. He's the target?"

"Yes, we're after Joe Profaci and his associates, about a hundred souls in all."

"A hundred verses me. What I like."

"Remy." Remy pulled the detailed bō staff to him, popping the blade out and looked over his sunglasses.

Emile appeared in the reflection, shadows covering his pecks, fixing his round glasses, "those are kishin souls down there, ones that have strayed out on the path of evil. We have to reclaim them all."

Remy moved forward slightly, still clouded by the darkness of the night and shadows, as Emile said, "assassins rule number one: blend into the darkness and erase your breath. Look for an opening to attack your target."

"Assassins rule number two: transpositional thinking, analyse the target in order to figure out its thoughts and movements." Remy whispered, watching as Joe took a puff of his cigar.

"Assassins rule number three: speed. Take out the target before the target notices your presence." Smirked Remy, grip tightening on the bō.

"Let's go." Smirked Remy leaping down from the ledge they were hiding on.

With a triumphant yell, Remy fell down to the table making the mob look up in shock, sounds of confusion filled the room.

He landed with a thud in front of Joe Profaci, one leg in front of the other, holding the bō staff out diagonally in front of him.

Remy took a deep breath, "sup' babes! It's me the greatest assassin known to mankind! Remy Sleeps!" He called, spinning the staff slightly as he did, "and I've come here to assassinate you all!" He yelled, holding the bō staff like a microphone stand.

Joe gave the boy an incredulous look, eyes widened in shock, as Remy yelled a, "take that sluts!" Everyone stared in shock and confusion.

"'Kay that's all!" Remy ended.

The bō staff flashed pink, "excuse me! I'm not a microphone-" in place of the bō staff was a man as he landed behind Remy, "I'm a bō staff!"

The man wore a white shirt, pick tie and beige cardigan and beige pants, with round glasses, "I'm a weapon!"

Remy looked to him, "babes-"

"Don't babes me! Gosh, you act like Black★Star from that anime Soul Eater!" Emile scolded.

Remy frowned, "hey, you ever think that was based on the school?"

"Oh defin-"

Guns clicked and began shooting, cutting their conversation short. They screamed and ran, dodging the bullets.

"Maybe we should retreat for a second, babes!" Yelled Remy.

"It's always the same with you!" Emile cried, dark brown eyes wide in fear.

Remy got an idea, "smoke bomb mode, Emile!"

"Aye!" In a flash of pink, Emile was replaced with a smoke bomb with glasses, clearly panicked.

Remy threw Emile down and disappeared in a ball of smoke, the last thing heard being, "bye babes!"

They stared seeing boys gone.

"Where they ninjas?" One of the associates asked.

An associate walked over, "oh, Profaci?"

"Yeah what is it?" Joe asked, turning to his soldier.

"We've located the witch."

Joe Profaci laughed, "once we get this witches soul, the family will be unstoppable!" He bit into his cigar.

Remy was on his phone, Starbucks in hand now far away from the danger, "we did great today, Emile! I mean sure, we didn't get any souls, but it was fun!"

Emile frowned, "will we ever get souls? Because we've been trying for ages..."

"Yas! Of course we will!"

Emile moved forward frowning, which Remy saw, 'any more of this and I won't be able to face Lord Thomas.' Emile thought, loosing his dignity every second.

Remy frowned and held out his Starbucks, "come on babes. Take a sip."

Emile stared and then smiled, taking it and sipping on the caffeine.

The two walked off with Emile saying, "maybe if you stop drinking caffeine it'll help you be quiet?"

"Are you insane?!" Remy cried.

Emile and Remy stood in front of the notice mission board at the school, with ones crossed off as taken, or ones labelled as new.

"I wonder if there's any good missions up there?" Emile asked, as Remy rolled his eyes under his glasses, taking a gulp of coffee.

Remy looked at him, "we're still on one. We have to take down Joe Profaci and his thugs."

"We're on a loosing streak right now." Emile said, "maybe we should choose an easier mission."

"Greetings!" Called a dramatic voice from their left, making them look up.

Walking towards them was Remus and Roman, with their meister Logan.

"Looks like you two screwed up again." Sang Remus, wiggling his shoulders.

Remy smirked, "uh, bitch! I was on top of the world yesterday!" He raised his hand which Remus hit with his own.

Logan sighed, "I'm sure it was a great show-"

"It was!"

"But shouldn't you be focused on collecting kishin souls?"

Remy smirked, pulling down his sunglasses, "I know what I'm doing babes!"

Emile smiled, "what of you three? How are you doing?"

They groaned and looked down, shoulders slumped.

"Please don't ask." Begged the twins.

"It's too depressing to even think about right now." Logan admitted.

Emile frowned, "I'm sure it's not that bad! I bet you did gggrrreat!" Emile smiled.

Logan frowned, "what did you reference?"

Remy went to answer for him but was interrupted by a speaker calling out around the academy, making them look to the right speaker.

"Meister Remy Sleeps and weapon Emile Picani of Star Night Class, please report to Lord Thomas' room immediately. I repeat, meister Remy Sleeps an-"

"Odd what for?"

The two made their way to Thomas' room, down the hallway of fake guillotines, Remy's drink now discarded.

They entered the rainbow room, making Thomas turn round with a smile.

"What is up you two? So I heard you failed in the assassination of Joe Profaci last night."

Emile looked down, "we're very sorry!"

"Don't worry about it, Mr. Sanders! I'm gonna turn Emile into a death weapon any day now, I'm sure of it!" Remy grinned, glasses down again, "now, do you have any tea or coffee in here?! God, I need a caffeine pick up and-" A loud bang echoed the room, and on the floor lay Remy, a dent in his head and Thomas' hand up, though he only did it lightly.

"Again, I'm very sorry!" Emile apologised again.

"The problem with you two isn't skill, you've both got that. But, you two can't seem to take the mission seriously." Thomas said, truthfully, "I intended to observe you both without interfering for longer, but it seems as though we have a problem."

Email frowned, "a problem?"

"Joe Profaci has targeted a witch, and he and his henchmen have already mobilised."

Remy got up, "what?!"

"The witch they've set their eyes on goes by Charlie. She seems to have a powerful guardian protecting her." Thomas said, "if Joe Profaci manages to get her soul, it could be dangerous."

Remy's eyes lit up, "so you're telling me that if I take down Joe Profaci, and his thugs - which we have established are about a hundred, right babes?"

"Right-"

"And then we get one witch soul. That'd be the right amount to make Emile into a death weapon right there!" Remy cried, then gripped Emile's hand, "come on babes!"

"There's also something you should know about-" Thomas' eyes widened, seeing Remy dragging Emile out, "wait! Hey!" He sighed, "they never listen..."

Remy dragged Emile out the school, "come on! We can-"

"Wait!" Emile yelled, making Remy stop, "we can't even succeed on a regular mission. How is this different?"

"Because all the cards are there, babes." Remy sighed, "we'll get all those souls!"

Emile sighed, "but still, we can't go rushing into it like usual. We need to think of a plan."

"You got it doc!" Remy's eyes widened, "I'm turning into you!"

Logan watched from the balcony, Remus next to him with a jar of pickles and Roman with some left over pasta.

"Emile could have anyone he wanted, so why him?" Logan asked, looming to the twins.

Roman shrugged, "he's too gay to function."

"Look, sure Remy's an idiot, but he also has guts." Remus assured, "Emile knows that Remy isn't rude for being rude, more for fun."

Logan nodded, watching as Remy and Emile walked away, "yeah..."

"We should go..." Roman sighed, "we have ninety nine souls and a witch soul to collect for each of us. It's a long way to go..."

Logan nodded, "very true."

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Joe Profaci smirked as he and his family stood outside the large black and purple castle, with a fish head on the entrance.

"The witch is in there, boss." A soldier said.

Joe smirked, "finally! We can be the strongest-"

"Uh, Profaci?" An associate said, pointing to a man on a stone.

There sat on a large stone, was a man with back hair and clothing, a sword in one hand, guarding the large doors.

"So, Profaci. What brings a mob boss to the castle?" He asked, "and if I don't like your answer-" he popped the sword from his sheath, "you die."

"What do you know? A tough guy." Smirked Joe, "kill him."

The guns clicked, and aimed at the man.

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Remy and Emile were rushing over to the castle, Remy screaming out in joy, as they jumped tree to tree.

"Uh, Remy?" Emile asked as they landed on a tree branch, making Remy look to his friend, "did you think of a plan?"

"Uh, yeah! And it starts with me, making a grand entrance!"

Emile smirked, "so that's a no?"

"... sorry... But, I promise! I'll make you a death weapon if it's the last thing I do!" Remy promised, making Emile smile.

"I know you will."

The two landed a few meters from the front doors, and stared in shock.

The courtyard was full of red kishin souls, and guns that landed on the floor, about a hundred as Emile said before.

"What happened here?" Emile asked, frowning.

A whooshing noise came from above, making Remy backflip out the way and push Emile to the side.

Where Remy previously stood, stood the black haired man from before, sword in hand, "this day's getting a bit annoying."

Remy looked around and noticed the cigar from that Joe had, then looked to the man, "did you do this?"

"Are you here to collect the witch, Charlie's soul?" The man asked, ignoring his question.

Remy too ignored the question, "are you strong? I hope you are, because we will defeat you in a bigger way then you could ever imagine!"

The wind blew between them, as it went silent for a second.

The man looked down, "my name is Shang. I'm the guardian of the witch, Charlie."

"I'm Remy Sleeps! I'll surpass the power of Gods!" Remy smirked, pushing his hair back and looked at him from under his sunglasses, winking with his honey hazel eyes.

Shang looked at the boy, "I only kill when necessary. Leave this place, and stay away from Charlie."

"Emile?" Remy held out his hand.

Emile nodded, "aye!" In a flash of pink light, Emile changed to a bō, which Remy caught and go into battle stand, the staff diagonal.

"So, your a weapon meister?" Shang questioned, then sighed quietly, "infinite sword attack." He pulled out a sheath of swords and whipped them upwards. They flew out into the sky and then landed randomly, as yellow tape surrounded the area.

Remy stared in surprise, "this is..."

"Be careful!" Remy called out.

Shang tensed slightly, "if you still refuse to retreat then," he held out his sword, "die!"

Remy glared, "Kusari-Gama!" Emile glowed pink, changing into a chain with a bangle and scythe on the end. He yelled and wrapped the weapon around the sword, "if you want to kill me-" he pulled the sword forward out of Shang's grip, "you'll have to do a lot better then-"

Shang was gone, Remy turned to see Shang falling from the sky, another sword in hand and swung down, and Remy blocked with the chain.

"You weapon powers are strong, any other chain would've broke." Admired the man, kicking Remy into a wall and imbedding the sword into the wall next to his head, "this is your last warning. Keep your distance from here... if I have to kill a kid I'll get nightmares."

"You bitch! You're calling me a kid?!" Remy yelled getting up, swinging the chain slightly, "all the kids I know are small bitches! Non can be as big of a basic bitch then me!"

He looked to Emile, "shuriken mode!" In a flash of pink, Emile changed to a large throwing shaped star, "do you know what would make you a much smaller man? If I cut you into four little pieces!" He threw Emile at Shang, the weapon spinning.

Shang jumped, stabbing his sword in the hole of the weapon, and Remy gasped, watching as the star spun in place.

Remy glared, "babes, smoke bomb!"

"Aye!" Emile nodded, and exploded into smoke.

Smoke surrounded Shang, and in that moment, Remy knew he couldn't get closer to Shang, as all the man's senses were now heightened and, even though he'd never admit it out loud, he couldn't control anything. But-

"Emile! Ninja blade!" Remy yelled, and Emile's eyes widened.

"Aye!"

The smoke cleared and Shang saw Remy in front of him, a blade in hand, "alright bitch. Now we fight for real."

The two walked in a circle, Remy's blade in a defensive position, his dark brown eyes glaring at the raven haired male.

'Assassins rule number one: blend into the darkness and erase your breath. Look for an opening to attack your target.' Remy thought, watching carefully.

'Assassins rule number two: transpositional thinking, analyse the target in order to figure out its thoughts and movements.' Remy continued.

The grip on the blade tightened.

Shang glared, 'what's happening?' He thought, noticing how Remy was slow and stead, 'is this really the same brat from before?'

'Assassins rule number three.' Remy smirked.

He came to a stop.

Shang frowned slightly, 'impossible. I should be able to hear his breath from here. No wait, I can hear faint breathing... But, it can't be his. This kid can't control anything.'

'Speed. Before the target notices your presence.'

Shang's eyes widened, "wait! I know who you are!"

'Take the target out.'

Remy faded, like ash in wind and in place was Emile, glaring at Shang with dark brown eyes, in the same stance as 'Remy', "we call this The Sleepy One."

"What?!"

Remy ran up from behind Shang, actual Remy, and Shang turned around in fear.

"Ultimate Move: Remy Sleeps Big Wave!" Remy yelled, arms pulled back and then hit the lower back of Shang with his palm and elbow.

The man yelled in pain, as Remys wavelength hit him, creating an electric type force injuring Shang.

"You loose, bitch." Smirked Remy, shoving Shang into a pillar.

Shang groaned and leaned up, coughing blood.

"I told you. I told you we would defeat you in a bigger way then you could ever imagine." Remy warned, "I did say you'd have to do better then those swords." He held out his hand, "babes?"

"Aye!" Emile changed into the bō and Remy popped the blade out.

Remy walked forward, "where's the witch?"

Shang said nothing, so Remy raised the bō, until a high pitched, "stop it!" Called out. They turned.

There in the sky was a little girl, on a broom. She couldn't have been older then five or six. She was in a black dress and black witch hat with a fish on. "Bad man! Don't hurt Shang!"

She toppled and landed next to the man on the floor, she held out her gloved hands as she teared up.

"He's my guardian!" Yelled the girl, "I may be a witch, but I'm still just a kid!"

"No Charlie." Whispered Shang.

"He's protecting me! Please don't hurt Shang!" Charlie yelled.

Remy stared in shock, "this kid is the witch, Charlie?"

Emile frowned, looking around his reflection in the blade, "Remy... There's over ninety nine souls of the Profaci gang and witch with no power... We may never get a chance like this again..." He said, voice full of regret.

"Uh, ok but..." Remy looked to the girl who was now hitting his legs, not even coming up to his waist yelling 'jerk' at him a multitude of times.

The witch grabbed the sword and hit his foot with the edge, making Remy scream in pain and hold up his bō, "stop it you little brat!"

Charlie cried, "Shang!" She ran over and hid behind the man.

Shang slowly pushed himself up, "look... You can take my life, but..." He groaned, "if killing Charlie is what you want assassin, then I swear on my sword I will defend her."

Remy stared at the man blankly, who was glaring at him in anger.

Emile changed back, "it's your call."

Remy stared then rolled his eyes, looking away, "a guardian who babysits a kid? Gurl, that's so not worth my time. Come on, babes." He began walking away as Shang frowned.

"Right!" Smiled Emile following his meister.

Remy paused, glancing back to the child and guardian, "and besides, I can't kill a kid. It'd give me nightmares." The guardian smiled and the witch pulled a face.

The weapon and meister walked off, Remy's arm shyly wrapped around Emile's waist.

Thomas stood watching through his mirror silently, a small smile on his face.

It didn't take long until the two returned and Thomas was faced with an odd request and a bag full of kishin souls from the Profaci gang.

"Are you sure about this?" Thomas asked, noting how Remy had reluctantly let Emile's waist go and how indifferent Emile looked.

"Yeah. I mean, it's not like I killed them myself." Remy shrugged.

Thomas grimaced, "it's not setting the best example to say this but... You should take while the takings good."

"Nah," Remy glared, "a basic bitch like me doesn't need someone to do the work for him. Isn't that right, babes?"

Emile smiled and nodded, "mhm!"

Thomas smirked slightly.

After a long day Emile went for a bath with some of the other male weapons and Remy wanted to see him so began climbing the wall. But it was a big wall.

'Assassins... rule number one: blend into the darkness and erase your breath.... Look for an opening to attack... your target.' Remy thought, groaning as he struggled climbing the wall. He reached to the top.

He froze and screamed, there sat Emile, towel wrapped around his lower waist and abs and v-line on show.

"Silence means quiet!" Emile yelled and went to throw a ninja star at him but froze seeing Remy's eyes solely on him and his head went back as blood rushed from his nose, he let go and fell.

Emile sighed and smiled slightly, "our future doesn't look very promising..."

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Master of Death, or Janus Sanders, son of Thomas Sanders. A perfect boy, with nearly perfect skill and talent to match.

Running feet and gun shots, dodging into an alley and then a dead end.

"Butch Cassidy... It's all over." Janus said, raising his arms and letting the twin guns he was holding to morph into two boys.

"Master thief Cassidy! Your soul has become a kishin egg!" Yelled Janus, the two boys behind him, "and is pure evil!"

One male was at the far back, arms up diagonally, the other in the middle, bent over and arms to the side, slightly to the right and Janus kneeling arms low diagonally.

"And now we have come to claim it!" The three yelled.

But the Master is obsessed with perfection.

Janus growled and clenched his fists, stood up and began stamping his foot and pointing at the boy in the middle, "just look Patton! Your stance is off again! The two of you aren't in a line!"

"Oh!" Patton moved more to the right, grimacing and arms up apologetically, "I'm sorry Janus!"

And this obsession is his one great weakness.