Hello there fanfictioners! This is Abby, one of the two authors for this story. (Not for this chapter though.) Me and my best friend Kearstyn are co-authoring on this story. As in, she'll write one chapter, and I'll write the next. So the writing styles and format of every other chapter will be different, because a different person is writing. So, now that we've got that covered, off to chapter one, written by Kearstyn.

Disclaimer: I don't own soul eater yo.

WARNINGS: Subtle pervertedness.

Now! Onwards with the story!

It was dark. The sounds of my breathing were heavy because of the thing covering my head. All I could hear were the shouts of men, the screeching of tires, and the sobbing of a girl across from me. I sighed, the situation wasn't good. I attempted to lift up my arms but they were bond together.

"Hey, shut up little girl!" A deep voice called from my left. "Brandon do something about the brat!" Another deep voice could be heard mumbling something. The girl across from me yelped. A thud was followed after the noise. "Might as well take care of you to." Said the man. My eyes widened; then there was nothing.

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"What about this one! Do you think this would fit my adorable son?" The man yelled, holding up a T-shirt that said "I like em' big". He turned towards his butler, with sparkles in his eyes. His butler sweat dropped.

"Um... Mr. Shinigami, sir. Are you sure your son would wear something like that? I mean he isn't gay for one. Also he is seven years of age for Christs' sakes!"

Mr. Shinigami looked down at the shirt. He tilted his head to the side as if not understanding.

"I suppose you're right Spirit..."He replied in a childish tone. He then reluctantly put the shirt back on the rack. For you see, Death the Kid's birthday was in exactly eight days. Mr. Shinigami needed to find the perfect gift for his beloved son to make up for his absence at home.

Mr. Shinigami was the mayor of Death City. He had been for the past twenty years. He, his son and his many, many servants all live in a huge mansion commonly known as Gallows Manor. The manor was built in in the seventeenth century by Mr. Shinigami's ancestor Lucinda Gallows Shinigami.

Laughing, Shinigami turned to go down another isle. Spirit sighed and went to follow when he was suddenly stopped by a familiar ringing. "Spirit-kun, do you think I should have brought Liz and Patty? They would probably know what he likes. Doncha think Spirit-kun?" Shinigami waited for a response but none came. "Spirit-kun?"

Shinigami turned to see that his butler was no longer behind. "Spirit-kun?" Shinigami felt fear begin to rise within him. He had never been in a store without his body guards and/or butler. Even before he was mayor he had always been rich and powerful.

Looking around frantically, Shinigami was suddenly struck with an idea. "Help!" He took a deep breath and made his voice childish. "I'm a lost little boy in need of assistance!" Several heads turned to look at the man with black hair and a black trench coat to see he was obviously not a little boy. Lost maybe, but definitely not a little boy.

"Sir? Are you feeling okay?" Shinigami turned towards a lady that obviously worked there. "Oh my cherries! You're Shinigami-sama!"

Shinigami did a dramatic twirl with random rose petals following his face, eyes closed and sparkles everywhere. Shinigami replied with "Why yes I am." In a deep, seductive voice. "And you my fine lady are?"

The woman looked at him with an 'oh my god this guy is sexy' look on her face. "Sarah" She replied.

"What a beautiful name. Maybe we could go back to my place an-" Shinigami was cut off by an agressive pull on his collar.

"Mr. Shinigami! You need to not listen to the ways I talk to women!" Spirit yelled at his boss.

"Oh Spirit-kun! I was wondering where you went to! I was just inviting this helpful lady to tea!" Shinigami yelled enthusiastically. Spirit inwardly sighed. Everyone knew Spirit to be a womanizer. He assumed Shinigami thought that was how you greet woman since Spirit did exactly that almost every time. Grabbing Shinigami's sleeve, Spirit began to drag him to the exit. "Spirit-kun?"

"Mr. Shinigami listen. Something has happened. It's important you focus and stay serious."

Shinigami frowned and with a serious tone said "Spirit. What's wrong? What has happened?"

Spirit sighed out loud this time. Stopping just outside the store he turned towards Shinigami. "Mr. Shinigami, I received a call from one of Kid's body guards. It seems Kid has gone missing. There was a note attached to his window. Come, we have to hurry." Shinigami nodded and walked ahead of Spirit to the car/limo. (Witch ever you people want.)

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The only noise in the room was the occasional sound of test tubes being clinked. A woman sighed. She was getting nowhere with her newest experiment. She put down what she was working on, deciding to retire to her bedchambers for the night. She took off her lab coat and walked to the door that led from the room. Hanging up her lab coat on the rack, she sighed again.

She walked up to the door behind her. She then made her way through the labrynth that was her underground lab. (Picture the underground halls of Shibusen.) Medusa sighed once again, might as well get some dinner before going to bed.

She walked to the dinning room of her huge mansion to see her best body guard and servant sitting at the table. They were deep in conversation she noticed, and didn't acknowledge her entrance. She cleared her throat loudly and made them jump.

"L-lady Medusa!" Eurka stammered, standing up immediately. Free slowly stood up behind her. They both had guilty nervous looks on their faces. Medusa raised an eyebrow. She didn't want to know. She took her seat at the end of the table.

"Free tell the chef to prepare dinner. Eurka go fetch Chrona." Eurka's eyes widened. Free was silent, not looking at Medusa. Both stayed where they were. Medusa narrowed her eyes. "I gave an order, now follow it."

Eruka was the first to speak of the two. "Lady Medusa it... it appears Chrona has been..."

"Kidnapped." Free finished for her. Eruka gave him a silent thank you. She then turned to look at Medusa. What she saw shocked her. Medusa's mouth was agape and in her eyes Eruka could actually see... pain. Medusa snapped out of it and returned to her normal cold apathetic look.

"Are there any clues to the whereabouts?"

"Well... there was a note. Taped to the window.

"Good." Medusa replied, standing up and heading to her beloved Chrona's bedroom. No one knew it, but the rich, famous scientist who was often accused of being a witch actually cared for her daughter. She just didn't show it. Chrona knew though. She had always known. Even if Medusa never said it herself.

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Death the Kid looked over at the girl he now knew as Chrona. She was the one crying in the van the kidnappers (Heehee. Kidnappers. 'Cause his name is Kid.) had thrown him in when this all started. She was shy. He knew that for sure.

The only things he knew apart from her shyness was that her name was Chrona, she was the daughter of Medusa, she had a plushie that she named 'Ragnorok.' The only reason he knew about the things above was because he watched and listened. He knew her name and who her mother was because his father would often rant about Medusa because they were enemies.

He knew she was shy because had tried to ask her questions about herself but the only reply her ever got was 'pass.' He knew about the plushie because across from him, she was holding and talking to it. He couldnt make out what she was whispering to it, but at least she seemed to calm down.

"Uh... umm... Kid?" Kid was snapped out of his thoughts by her small voice.

"Yes Chrona?"

"Wh-where do you think we are?"

"I don't know. But I'm sure whoever brought us here doesn't have good intentions. We need to be alert at all times so when we are saved we can help the police find these people."

"O-okay... But how?"

"By listening and watching."

"R-right..." Silence feel between the two then. It always happened like this. Chrona would say something, Kid would answer, then she would say something. Normally the conversation would end within fifteen seconds. Then there would be silence for about ten to fifteen minutes.

"K-Kid?" Weird. It hasn't even been two minutes.

"Yes?"

"Umm... Ragnorok said... h-he says that uhh..." Kid raised an eyebrow.

"Come on Chrona just spit it out. What did he say?"

Chrona looked down and began poking her fingers together.

"H-he says that y-you're... he says you're a bitchy little whine-bag, who doesn't know what he's doing. And he bets that you don't even know what sex is."

"What!"

A/N- Hey! I'm Kearstyn! (yes that is my real name) Anyways since I'm lazy and all I made Abby type the chapter and I still wrote it just to let you know. But any ways Shinigami has been the mayor for 20 years 'cause they had a bad democracy and all blah blah blah. Shingami was being a pervert cause he picked it up from Spirit. Oh and just in case you're wondering this story is AU and takes place in like the 1960's or so. The reason Spirit had a cellphone is because Shinigami is super rich and powerful that he decided he wanted to be futureristic. If you have any more questions cause you were confused on some parts leave a review and all. BYE! ~KTO