Soul Rider: Oh boy. First ever posted crossover. Astral and Ray-Ray don't know I'm writing this. Doesn't involve them, anyway. Any character that appears belongs to either Sucker Punch/Sanzaru Games or Atsushi Ōkubo.

Soul in the Cane

Part 1: The Raccoon

Maka walks down the night-darkened street of Death City to her apartment. She was done with today's extra lesson and Soul is already home. At the corner of her eye, she catches sight of a sudden flash of white light from the alley behind her. Her curiosity gets the better of her and she goes to investigate. There was nothing in the alley, at least nothing she can see. Before she is about to leave, Maka sees a white and pale grey, raccoon-shaped soul appear.

"A raccoon?" she wonders. The meister walks closer and accidently kicks something. The 'clank' sound identifies the item to have metal. Getting on one knee to bend over, she feels a handle. The soul is coming from the item, and it didn't burn her. It is a Weapon, but she still couldn't tell what kind of weapon it is. Plus, why is it in Weapon form? Picking it up and getting on both feet, she carries it into the light of the fading sunset. Maka is amazed at the Weapon in her hands. It is a cane. The handle is made of strong sycamore with a gold tip on the bottom. The head has a hook that looked like a "C" or "?" depending on who is looking at. Like the tip, it is made of gold.

"This cane is beautiful," she whispers in awe. "But what's it doing out here? And where's its Meister?" Maka looks around her area, but she is the only one present. Looking into the gold hook to see her reflection, she nods to herself. "I'm taking you home." Holding the cane close to her body firmly with both hands, the Meister runs the rest of the way to her apartment.

*4 minutes later, Maka and Soul's apartment*

The scent of chicken and corn reached Maka's nose as she steps into the apartment. It smells good. No way could Soul or Blair cook so well. It's probably food Tsubaki gave. As she comes into the kitchen, Soul puts the drained corn into a serving bowl. The chicken is already on a serving plate. The Death Scythe looks at his partner, noticing her presence but not the cane in her hands.

"Where were you, Maka?" he asks with slight annoyance. His red eyes flash a bit of worry. "You should have been here after extracurricular lessons ten minutes ago."

"Sorry, Soul, but I found someone," the girl answers as she holds up the cane. The white-haired teen shows some curiosity as he walks to her. She lets him hold it. His hands aren't burnt, much to their surprise.

"Where did you find this? Is it a Weapon?"

"I found it in an alley while walking. It's a Weapon all right, but the shape of the soul is strange. It looks like a raccoon."

"A raccoon, huh? Do you think the person's like Blair? An animal that knows great magic?"

"No, it didn't feel like it had anything to do with magic."

"Well, if it IS an animal, then I'll take it off your hands!" Blair exclaims happily from right next to them so suddenly, making the two scream by her sudden appearance. She immediately grabs the cane from Soul's stunned hands. The cat woman hugs the hook part, causing it to sink into her breasts. "It's so beautiful! A Weapon as gorgeous as this is sure to be handsome in normal form, too! I'm keeping him to be my partner!"

"Blaire, don't hold it like that!" Maka shouts with concern. "The guy's going to suffocate!" Her point goes further when sweat comes from the cane and the handle starts wiggling frantically to escape.

"Gmmm nnnn nn mmmm!" says a panicked, muffled male voice from the cane. The whole cane then starts glowing white. A fair body with fine-sized arms and legs form along with a bushy tail. When the light stops, the person is revealed to really be a raccoon, which can be pointed out the black rings on his grey tail. His grey fur buffs up on his legs and the rest from there is tucked into blue boots. He's wearing a blue capris shirt with a yellow turtleneck and blue gloves with yellow cuffs. Around his thin waist is a yellow belt. His face is hidden in Blaire's breasts, but the back of a black tied robber mask can be seen.

The raccoon tries pushing with his hands out of Blair's tight embrace. His tail is swishing frantically. Unfortunately, his hands were on her actual… {I'm NOT going to say it!} "Hey! Hands off, perv!" Blair shouts as she lets go of the raccoon and whacks him on the head with one of Maka's books. He falls to the ground, unconscious for the second time that night. The raccoon has on a blue French-looking hat and his mask is around his closed eyes. In all, he looks like a slight muscular young adult in his early twenties. The three just stare at the anthropomorphic creature for a few seconds in surprise.

"Well, he's certainly not like Blair," Soul breaks the silence.

"Nope, he's an actual raccoon," Maka replies. Blair looks at the unconscious form with blush on her cheeks.

"A HANDSOME raccoon," the magical cat says. Maka peers down at his shirt-covered chest, which the shirt somewhat squeezes his chest to reveal some muscle. This makes her feel a little dirty and she blushes.

"I will admit, for a raccoon, he sure is cute. And quite the man." The last part she says under her breath. Luckily, they didn't hear her. "Your bed's forfeit, Soul." Her partner looks at her with agitation.

"Why does it have to be MY bed?!" he yells. "Can't he sleep on the couch?" His response is a Maka Chop on the head.

"Tonight, he'll have your bed. Then, we'll find out where he came from when he wakes up." The Meister kneels down and pulls the raccoon's arms over her shoulders. She gets up and is surprised by how light he is. She glances over her shoulder to look at him. 'Who is this guy, and what is he doing here?'

Soul Rider: Well, there you have. Crossover with Sly Cooper and Soul Eater. Please R&R!