Crimson Pieces: In which a pair is formed

A Soul Eater Fanfic

*I don't own Soul Eater: that honor goes to Atsushi Okubo*


If we are together, nothing is impossible. If we are divided, all will fail. –Winston Churchill


Silence. A day fades into darkness, an ominously glow from the moon. An assuring sense of peace, fear for another.

Beauty. A pale face basks in the moonlight, agony etched on her perfect, pure features.

Warmth. The floor, a pool of crimson, filled with sickly warmth. A distinct scent floats in the air.

Satisfaction. A grin stretches across his face. He examines his masterpiece with a haunting gaze.

Frenzy. His cuts carve her perfect frame, each splattering the floor, his face, his canvas. Relief emerges from each stroke.

Laughter. He can't wait. He can hear the screams of his next masterpieces, awaiting his touch.


It was a lovely morning, if you enjoy mornings filled with sunshine. Several people were up and running in Death City, with the exception of one young man. He wasn't willing to get out of his warm bed, filled with comforts that seemed to lapse into blissful sleep. With his white hair and alabaster skin, you could barely see the man, lying still in his sheets. That is, until his alarm clock rang.

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Let's go sleepyhead! Time for a bright and prosperous day!"

A pale arm snaked out of the covers and smashed the clock with a fist, leaving a small dent on the clock. If the alarm clock had a nose, it would have been broken by now. You could hear the man mutter about how he should have never bought a "Happy Alarmer", even if it was on sale. The man climbed out his bed, rubbed his eyes, and waited for his eyes to focus. Then, he turned to side to examine the time on the clock.

"Oh, shit!"

The man jumped out of bed and rushed to his bathroom, avoiding the little piles of trash scattered about his room, and jumped into the shower. Inside his stall, he used what little time he had to brush his teeth, scrub his body, and rinse off. Then, he entered his room, threw on a white collared shirt, a pair of khaki pants, shoes, and some socks. Finally, he grabbed his headband, wallet, keys, and a black windbreaker as he ran out the door of his apartment.

At another location, approximately the same time, the Death City Police Department was swarming around an abandoned warehouse. Today was not an ordinary day. Some officers were taking notes, some were discussing the events in a faint murmur, and others shuffling about nervously. It was quite obvious that something was wrong. A small group of onlookers gathered around the outsides of the yellow crime tape, arranged haphazardly around a few orange cones.

During this organized chaos, a petite woman emerged from the crowded scene, elbowing through the onlookers, yet her stride was confident and proud. She wore a black work suit, not quite casual, not quite formal, and her ash blonde hair was tied back in a tight bun. Her eyes were a piercing jade, observant and ready for any challenge thrown at her. Today, it was her first day as a detective for the DCPD, and her first case involved a murder.

"Detective Albarn, I presume?"

The said women turned around and faced a tall man wearing smoking a cigarette. He had an odd appearance, vaguely resembling a mad scientist with his odd coat and wired glasses.

He probably works in forensics. Maka thought. She nodded curtly and extended her right hand for a handshake. The man looked at her hand and muttered something about bacteria, and tentatively shook her hand.

"Yes sir. I'm quite puzzled on my assignment here, since I'm supposed to be under the mentorship of the head detective. Has forensics analyzed the crime scene yet?" the detective inquired.

The strange man quirked an eyebrow

"That would be me, Head DCPD Detective Stein. Stein will be fine though. I dislike formalities." stated Stein.

"At the moment, the CSI team is working on examination, so we have to wait for the team to clear up," continued Stein "Also, we have another detective, who should have arrived a few minutes ago. He recently graduated from a different police academy in the lower district of Death City around the same time you graduated." Maka was confused. She thought she was the only new detective at the DCPD.

"Oh, is that so? Well, at least there's another newbie." replied Maka. Stein looked behind her and smirked. "Speak of the devil. He has arrived." Maka turned around and (almost) dropped her jaw. Her new partner walked passes the crime scene tape while flashing a badge to a fellow police man. He was almost six feet tall with tan skin, stark white hair, and ruby colored eyes. Of course, she would never admit this, but he was definitely attractive, in an exotic sort of way. The young man casually approached the two detectives, and stood next to Maka.

"Morning. Sorry I'm late." said the man. Stein simply glanced at him and took another drag on his cigarette while Maka seemed unamused by his sorry excuse. The man continued to talk "I'm Soul Evans, and I'm new to the police force. What did I miss?"

"Nothing much. I'm Stein, and that's your fellow newbie Maka. I was just about to brief Maka until you walked in." responded Stein.

"Ah, the smartass who received the highest exam score in the history of detective exams. Congrats, by the way." Soul acknowledged.

"Thanks." replied the irritated woman.

Stein handed the detectives a pair of manila folders with a few papers inside.

"So here's what we know so far. The warehouse we are at now is an abandoned butcher's chop, and hasn't been used in two years. The body was discovered by a bunch of teenagers looking for a place to romp around, if you catch my drift. The victim is female, in her late teens and her identity is yet to be known." Stein paused and stubbed his cigarette.

"What's truly unusual about this murder are the cuts on the body, which are shaped like flowers. They are connected by other vine-like patterns, and the whole thing looks like an intricate tattoo."

"Were they done postmortem?" asked Soul. The elder detective shrugged. "I haven't been inside yet. Forensics is very...picky as to when I can go inside."

Stein replied as he flung the remaining portion of his cigarette on the ground and began walking away from the crime scene.

"Sir? Where are you going?" Maka questioned.

"I forgot to mention that you two will be paired up together and left here without guidance from the senior detectives. Detective Mjölnir and I are off to a lovely work vacation in the Bahamas where there is trouble in paradise. You two are the brightest bunch of detectives to graduate from the academy in years, so Chief Death has decided to let you two to work together on this case. I wish you the best of luck!" Stein yelled back at her.

Maka and Soul stared at the senior detective for a long time as he walked to his car and drove away. They stood together and kept looking at the direction his car went. A gust of wind blew by and a strand of tumbleweed decided to roll in front of them, yet they were too confused to care.

"Uh…what just happened…"

She glanced her new coworker and sighed. She realized that they were so very screwed.


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(A/N This story is based in the real world, so don't expect flying cats, meisters, and gishins. Sorry, but this is an AU. So, Stein doesn't have a screw in his head, the witches are human, Lord Death wears a mask but looks like a human, etc.)

~OrdinaryChild

(A/N 2 Updated 8/29/15 in order to fix several grammatical errors.)

(A/N 3 Compiled Prologue and Chapter 1 together on 12/20/15)