Hello! This is my first fanfic I've ever tried to write and I felt like doing a Justin x Giriko one just because I love the pairing and the whole rival-romance concept.

Also I just love the two of them so much as individuals, enough to even cosplay as Justin and come back into my obsession with loud music in my ears all the time.

Ah well, hope you enjoy the first chapter of the fanfic!

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater nor the characters Justin and Giriko.

I only own Calico and Paw-san!

Chapter 1 – A sin in the house of God

"Of course Shinigami-sama! I'll take care of it right away."

Those words were still echoing in the back of his head as his light steps took him towards the rising smoke behind the dark tree tops of the forest. The wind was gently stroking his already cold cheeks and by now both the legs of the pants and the bottom of his robe was damp from the mist covering the ground like a white blanket hiding the grass and flowers beneath.

One of the male's petite, pale hands soon grabbed his beloved pendant as he entered the forest, walking past the dark bodies of the trees and only hearing the blaring music in his headphones. The usual bass made his heart beat to its rhythm and it gave every step he took a natural swing of his body, making the robe waver around his legs.

The young priest already knew why Shinigami-sama had sent just him on this mission. Apparently something had attacked churches in different cities and villages, getting closer and closer to Death City for every night that passed by.

Not only were the houses of God torn down to the ground, no, the people having engaged their lives to their faith had been brutally massacred, left hanging in the cities for the rest of the world to see. The mere thought made the usually emotionless face grow stern and he speeded up his steps to find his way to the church. He hadn't been able to use his beloved vehicle in this part of the land though since it was too much forest and not enough roads so he had been forced to leave it, hidden in an alley between two houses in the village.

The forest seemed never ending as Justin hurried through it, soon being able to feel the stench of blood and burnt wood from the church close by.

At first Justin's thoughts wandered to his old rival, knowing that the chainsaw hated everything the church stood for but this, this was too revolting even for him.

A knot had tightened in his stomach just as it had when he first heard about the mission and he could feel his blood boiling inside his veins; the blonde's steps hurrying into running as the forest thinned ahead of him.

He could see the remains of what once had been a church, bits of tree and big stones from the building lying scattered and blood painted the grass and rose bushes in a crimson colour in the moon light.

In the middle of the ruin that still was coated in weak flames a small body was hunched down, obviously shivering with the hands on top of the head. Another figure appeared from behind a wall that hadn't collapsed just yet and it was heading for the crying person on the floor.

Justin had no time to waste if he wanted to save at least one life this night and he was now running towards the ruin of the once so proud church, his blades now glistening in the dull, yellow light from the bloody moon on the sky, eyeing them with its big, gruesome oculus.

"Stop you defiler! How dare you enter holy ground!?" The priest caught both's attention with the sudden flare in his chest and the determination to not let the tall figure get away unpunished for the sins he or she had committed.

The small figure slowly got up from the ground, turning towards him so the dying flames lit up the thin frame and face. It was then Justin noticed it was a young girl, not older than eight years.

The larger shadow was female as well, all dressed in black from the hood covering her hair and down to the big, black boots that would make Sid-sensei jealous.

The girl on the other hand was wearing a colourful, cobbled dress in the rainbow's all tints and on her head was a small joker hat with three, big bells that strangely, didn't make the slightest sound as she moved.

Her face was patched with different pieces of skin, all sewn together with thick, black threads and two, long scars went from the corners of her mouth and up to the middle of her cheeks, also those sewn together but it gave her a devious smile even if the rest of her face was blank. She seemed amused though, not like she had been crying at all just seconds ago but rather, laughing.

The young weapon stopped, his heart beating harder inside its protective cage when the girl gave him what was suppose to be a real smile but it turned manic and it made the stitched up scars even more visible.

"I knew it, I knew it!" she chirped happily, almost bouncing up and down and her different coloured eyes shone from excitement. "If we destroyed enough, one of Shinigami's pets would come running. Hmm, this one, I'm fairly sure I've heard about a priest from somewhere."

Now it was the older woman's turn to step forward towards the Death Scythe, her face covered with a mask, black of course, making only one eye and her nose visible.

Justin stood quiet, looking at her with stern, blue eyes to wait for something to happen but when she didn't move even a muscle the weapon frowned and tipped his head a bit to the side.

"Did you say something?"

The irritation became seeable right away in the female's yellow eye since she had just given a whole speech about the situation but the girl only seemed to laugh out loud.

"I knew it!" she chirped once again, wrapping her arms around the older woman's waist to stop her from right up attacking the priest. "You are just like he described. Thin body, burning, blue eyes, annoying, a 'word I can't say'-pain and cute!" The yellow eyed woman seemed to say something to her younger companion since the girl looked up at her and nodded with a sigh. "Okay, he didn't actually say the last word but his distant glances and irritated muttering surely said something like it."

Justin just felt more and more confused over what the girl said and also, a little bit offended; he was a weapon of punishment and death, not something cute and harmless.

"Anyhow, we will take our leave now! We will meet again though, pet, I bet Giriko-chan will be happy to hear you didn't die on your latest mission." The priests blood seemed to freeze in his veins when reading that name from her pale lips and he was caught off guard when something suddenly exploded by his feet. With a gracious leap back he managed to avoid getting blown to God knows where from the blast, only feeling some of the heat from the bomb touching his legs.

When he landed onto the ground once again and turned his blue gaze back towards the ruin they were gone, not having left anything behind except for lifeless bodies and a crushed house of God where the flames had finally died down completely.

It was a long walk back through the forest, the stench of failure filling his lungs together with the smell of blood and smoke; the young priest felt nauseated and his steps were heavy. He would have to call Shinigama-sama and tell about these mysterious females and also that Giriko was on the loose again; the priest had thought the heretic would have learned his lesson after Arachne had abandoned him but obviously not since he had teamed up with not only one, but two crazy women this time.

A sigh escaped his soft lips as both his hands hugged the pendant on his chest, holding it close to his racing heart as prayers slipped out only to die in the growling wind. He didn't want to deal with this for the moment, not since his last mission had almost killed both him and an entire town.

Speaking of that, how could they even know about him almost dying? It had been a top-secret mission connected to some leads on the Kishin but it had ended badly due to a whole group of witches being in his way, all of them fairly strong as well and not happy to cooperate with a Death Scythe.

How he had gotten away he still didn't know but he had taken some of them down before returning to Shibusen, an achievement many would brag about but the moment the guillotine had entered and left his report he had collapsed on the spot, something quite embarrassing for the young weapon and not much to talk about.

Lost in his thoughts the priest made his way to the city, soon driving out of it towards the forest road leading home with the music pumping from the speakers, probably waking up every human in town but he was too absent-minded to even notice the lights turn on in the windows of the houses or the angry voices being drowned in the heavy bass and he was soon gone, the music being heard for quite a while even though the blonde had disappeared from sight.

He didn't look forward to continuing the mission but at the same time a spark had ignited in his eyes, a determined one, and he couldn't help but smile slightly though it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad after all seeing his old rival again.

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Shallow steps soon stopped outside the metal door, a small hand being placed onto the cold surface and pushed it open with no effort in the slightest. The young girl looked around in the room, feeling the heavy air and the stench of alcohol hit her when getting deeper into the darkness.

"Oi, Giriko-chan, it smells awful in here, why don't you clean up?" The only answer she got was a silent muttering and a pained groan, probably from a chainsaw that was pretty hungover after last night's drinking games with Paw-san, the nickname the girl had on her yellow eyed friend.

"Don't. Fucking. Call me that..." he soon managed to growl between sharp teeth being pressed together harshly. "And who asked you to come in here either way? Just beat it, brat."

"Don't say that, Giriko-chan," she said with a giggle. "Paw-san will beat you again if she catches you cursing around me." Another growl was heard from inside the darkness and the girl's eyes had started to adjust now, being able to see the muscular body slouching on a worn-out couch. "I just thought you would like to hear some interesting news. It's about your rival." Finally, the heretic actually moved and his brown eyes perked as he glanced over at the young girl; for once he was quiet though, already knowing the girl couldn't keep information to herself for longer than some minutes so he wouldn't have to actually tell her to say something.

"We met him! I didn't want to fight though, I was exhausted after destroying the church and he seemed angry about it."

"Of course, that boot-licking pet, he probably felt he failed God or some shit. Good he didn't die though..." The male was so caught up in his thoughts he hadn't even noticed the girl climbing up in his knee but he soon reacted to the weight and shot her a murdering glare that, even though it promised immense pain and suffering, didn't make her flinch.

"Calico... What the hell do you think you're doing?" He managed to keep that quite civilized actually, something that seemed to surprise both Giriko himself and Calico as they stared at each other, his brown eyes meeting her different coloured once. He had always wondered about her appearance, the patches of skin, a green and a blue eye, but he had never asked, probably because he wasn't curious enough to bother.

"I'm sitting," Calico soon answered after a long time of silence that had started to annoy the chainsaw and you could now almost see a vein about to burst in the male's forehead as he was ready to just flip her off his lap and down onto the floor.

"Fucking move you dipshit!" Calico just sighed and shook her head, jumping down from his lap as she put her hands on the thin waist.

"And here I thought you would appreciate my news," she complained as she started to walk towards the door once again, only hearing muttering coming from the chainsaw. "Anyhow, I need you to go on a mission for me; you'll get all the details tomorrow but I expect you to be up early, no excuses." She didn't have to look at Giriko to understand he was about to complain and she turned, giving him a harsh glare that actually made him close his mouth. "No excuses." She then turned again in her ballerina shoes, strutting out of the room and closing the metal door behind her, leaving Giriko in darkness.

At first the heretic felt like throwing something into the wall, cursing and growling at the top of his lungs but he soon shook his head and instead a mischievous grin bared his pointy, shark-like teeth. Even though the whole situation was annoying, taking orders from a little brat like her, it would be worth it if he meant he could meet the man haunting his sober mind all the time, sometimes even the drunken one as well.

It had not been a pretty exit he had made when he'd realized only Shibusen were left from the battle with Arachnophobia and he regretted deeply not making it at least a bit more stylish, just to give the priest something to drop his jaw over. Not that something like that would ever happen but a guy could fantasize, couldn't he?

Woo, first chapter over, you liked it? I hope you did, gonna try to get the next one up here as soon as possible!