Fighting at Death City High School was a regular occurrence. Not only because the students had extremely violent and hot-headed tendencies, but because the teachers actually encouraged it. Fights were allowed to take place as long as a teacher was present (something about getting out their anger and frustration in a supervised environment). The teens really went for it. They'd try to set records, make a name for themselves. Become stronger.

Maka Albarn didn't really see the point in it.

In the real world, she didn't need brute strength or fighting skills to get her into university or the job of her dreams. Those were her only goals. She had no reason to fight. But that didn't stop her from wondering about those who did.

Maka had been reading outside, waiting for her usual bus home after cheerleading practice when it happened.

The doors of the school burst open, students flooding from it as quickly and fluidly as water. Their voices carried through the air and shattered Maka's train of thought. She sat up and adjusted her black and red cheerleading uniform, not bothering to set her book down. She knew it was going to be a fight.

She also wasn't the least bit surprised when, after a small area had cleared for the makeshift fighting ring, Black Star's voice could be heard in the center. Maka rolled her eyes. He was always the one picking fights, for good reason. Being the only undefeated fighter in the school was really inflating his already-giant ego.

"Come on, man!" Maka heard Black Star yell to his challenger. "I don't wanna get you sent to the hospital." Maka knew that Black Star only gave his opponents an opportunity to leave the fight for show. Plus no one in that school would even dare to back down, thinking it dishonourable or something. Man, this school sure was messed up.

"I think I'll take my chances." This voice was so calm, focused. Maka had never heard it before. It wasn't any of Black Star's usual opponents. Her curiosity caused her to finally look up from her book to watch the fight.

Inside the ring of students she saw Black Star standing erect with his arms crossed across his chest, staring down his challenger. Maka didn't recognize the other boy standing directly across from Black Star. From the distance that Maka was sitting, she could only make out the tall frame and violently white messy hair of the unknown opponent. His stance was relaxed, though; not like he was afraid or even ready to fight. Maka became inexplicably worried for the newcomer.

After the supervising teacher, Sid, had officially allowed them to engage in the fight, Black Star made the first move. His skillful jabs and punches had been mastered from years of martial arts training that his parents put him through. Maka watched as the other boy deftly skirted around his punches, not trying to take the offensive at all. What's he thinking? thought Maka. No one's gonna wanna watch a fight where one opponent isn't even engaging the other. After a while Black Star caught on to this too and pulled away.

"Dude, you've gotta punch me or everyone'll think you're a coward." Black Star was barely even breathing heavily. He truly was the best at this, although Maka found herself cheering on the boy with white hair.

Black Star's nonchalant opponent shrugged. "If that's the way you want it." The newcomer balled up his fist and sent a very sloppy punch toward Black Star's head. Maka cringed, knowing that Black Star would be able to ease around that. Sure enough, Black Star had ducked under the other boy's fist and had bashed him across the face within the span of 2 seconds. The crowd gasped as the white-haired boy fell to the ground. The sound Black Star's fist had made when it connected with his opponents face made Maka shiver. The boy didn't get up and Black Star was declared victorious.

Maka watched for the boy to get up but he didn't. Even as the crowd dispersed, Maka saw that he was laying flat on his back, just staring at the sky. At that moment Maka's bus arrived so she couldn't pay attention to that weird kid anymore. As she studied her History textbook on the bus, the image of that boy staring at the sky kept creeping into her mind. She decided that that was definitely the worst fight she'd ever seen at Death City High.

A/N: Hello, readers! I have been messing around with this idea for a while now. Since I have a few chapters already written out I've decided to share it with you guys! Lemme know what you think! I want to try to update this weekly or bi-weekly if possible if you guys like it and the regular chapters will be slightly longer than this prologue. Thanks! Stay awesome, readers! :)