Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all except my own characters.


A laughing Nevada sun blazed down upon the two figures meandering the streets of Death City. It was a warm day in early August, and as such the heat was smothering, even for the citizens who had become well accustomed to the weather in which they resided. So it was no surprise that the two newcomers were already breaking a sweat after only walking three blocks. Having just arrived in the city earlier that day, the pair had yet to do any grocery shopping, and were currently wandering the streets for a good eat.

"Why do I insist upon living in such hot places?" whined the female, wiping the sweat dotting her brow. Her shoulders were hunched, and she walked with an air of defeat about her.

"S'not that bad," replied her male companion, "at least it isn't as humid as Georgia."

This did little to dissuade the brunette girl from cursing her living circumstances under her breath.

"Besides, we didn't exactly have much of a choice in the matter. The DWMA is the only school for people like us, and it just so happens to be in the middle of the desert."

The boy's reasoning elicited a sigh from the girl.

"I know, I know, Rem."

A tan arm was slung over her shoulders.

"Buck up! We're living on our own, in a whole new city, going to a school that will teach us to kick ass and take names. You've gotta keep your mind on the positives, Layla."

This brought a smile to the girl's face. Her posture returned to it's normal position, and she gave the blonde boy a playful shove to the side.

"Get off, you're making me hotter, you ass" she laughed, and Rem joined in. "Now hurry up, we need to find a suitable restaurant, and we still have a lot of unpacking to do."

A look of dread passed over the boy's features at being reminded of the many boxes awaiting them at their new apartment. He shuddered at the thought.

"Don't remind me..."

"What happened to "keep your mind on the positives?""

The sass earned Layla another arm around her shoulders, but tighter this time. She was pulled to his chest, and a fist rubbed hard across the top of her head.

"Gah! Stop! Uncle, UNCLE!"

The noogie ceased, and she was released. The boy was shot a half-assed glare as she righted her hair, all she received in return was a raspberry blown her way. Both broke out in laughter at their childish antics.

The two rounded a corner, and both of their eyes lit up.

"So how does Thai sound?"

"You read my mind."


So that's it for the prologue! I know it isn't much, but this story has been floating around in my head for about two years now, and upon my most recent rewatch of the Soul Eater series, Layla was begging to be brought to life. So here I am, soaking in the tub, drinking a glass of wine by candlelight, when I get the sudden, inescapable urge to write. Or, well, to type. The rest of the chapters won't be this short, and hopefully won't take me too long to churn out, seeing as the plot is set in my mind, as are the characters.

In case you couldn't tell by the genre and character filters, this is going to be a Death the Kid and original character pairing, and also have a pairing of Stein and another original character, which will develop later in the story.

I'll go ahead and put this warning now; there will be very adult content in this story. Why? Because, as weird as it seems to me, I'm an adult. There will be curse words a plenty, sexual content out the wazoo, and drug and alcohol use. Real life has these things, and I won't be censoring myself. Beware.

Since this is my first story, I'm in need of a beta reader ASAP. Feel free to volunteer!

Any and all critique is welcome. Bring it on.

I'm off work Tuesday and Wednesday, so be on the lookout for the next update on one of those days.

Peace out.