Chapter 1
A/N: I'd like to thank you for taking the time for reading this; I promise this to be a good fic. If you are one of the fans of my fic "A Legacy Reborn" then you know this should be just as good or maybe even better! But not to worry, I haven't stopped working on it. I just wanted to give you all another good story to read since it's going to be long wait, don't lose hope my friends. Please sit back and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't not own Soul Eater or Sly Cooper; they belong to Atsushi Ōkubo and Sucker Punch Productions.
It was dark, and very damp. Drops of water echoed throughout the darkness, with a bone chilling draft that breezed through the cave like structure. Deep inside the walls of the cave lies the evil witch Medusa; along with Free the immortal and the Frog Witch Erika. Medusa; in her toddler form, had sat in front of her crystal ball. Watching the students and staff through her crystal ball, "Everything is going as plan." She sneered, her signature snake-like grin upon her face. Free and Erika were gazing up at something, both mesmerized by whatever it was that hung over them.
"So um, what do you plan to do with this?" The immortal finally managed to say, Erika however was still lost for words. She seemed almost terrified, eyes not daring to look away. Medusa hissed pleasantly, this was her trump card. He will surely prove to be a great asset in her ultimate goal, destroying both her older sister and the DWMA. "Well, this had better work. It was a real pain putting him back together." Free muttered, the bulking mass even gave him the chills. Erika finally found herself glancing away from the object, "Y-yes, especially since we ran into that gang, even though they hadn't put up much of a fight for Free and I." She stammered.
"Don't worry you two; he'll be brought back to life. The DWMA and my sister will fall before my feet, and I will conquer the Earth." She laughed rather evilly, Free and Erika sweat-dropped, for her toddler like state made her evil laughter sound silly. She noticed this and shot them both a glare, hoping to intimidate her subordinates. They tried to hold back snickers at the seemingly harmless child, "Laugh all you want, but soon enough I'll have my original body back. Then we shall see whose laughing." She pouted.
"It's hard to believe that someone can keep themselves alive for hundreds of years just for a petty grudge." Erika turned her attention back to the object hanging from the ceiling, "It's what a cold heart of hate can do." Free replied softly, "Enough chit-chat you two, I want you to make sure the preparations are ready for the rebirth." Medusa ordered. They turned to her and nodded, then proceeded to head off and do as they were told. The snake Witch glanced up at the shadowing mass with a smirk.
"Soon my friend, I will bring you back to life and together we can rule the world." She began to chuckle evilly, until it escalated into full laughter. Which had echoed off the walls of the underground lair, but she was too busy to notice that a pair of eyes from the mass had flickered yellow as the candles blew out.
*Paris, France*
Paris, France. Some call it the city of love, others call it the perfect getaway, but for the most. It was thieving free for all. Upon the soft, quiet city streets under the full moon that seems to almost touch the Earth. Not a noise broke the silence. However, that was until a van soared over a hilled road and landed back on the pavement with a thud. Police sirens could be heard off into the distance as the vehicle rocketed away. This van was very unique, not from the fact that it was an American model, or that it was covered in flame vinyl with a satellite dish and a raccoon tall on the roof, a strange logo on the grill. No, it was because it belonged to the infamous Cooper Gang, and inside sat a not so happy Cooper.
He bounced his knee on his leg, with cane in hand and an irritated look upon his face. Murray glanced over every now and then as he changed gears, trying to read the Raccoon. Bentley sat in the back, which was like his portable command post, with a laptop, monitors and towers. They had just barely managed to get away from Carmelita and her Interpol forces; normally he would be celebrating on how he figured out how to evade the fox woman yet again. But this time, things were far more serious than he had expected.
"Well Sly, I'm just as surprised as you are." Bentley piped up from the back, typing away at his laptop. "But Bentley, who in the world would know about the Clockwerk parts besides us?" He Sly frowned as he gazed out on the road. The gang has just escaped from a museum heist gone wrong, on a job to take back the salvaged Clockwerk parts. Only to find out that someone had already stolen the parts and two Interpol agents hiding in ambush.
Carmelita as usual had already accused them of taking the parts, but it baffled Sly that someone had already taken them. Then there was that Constable Neyla, she seemed surprised. Not at the fact that we were blamed for the crime, but as if something she planned hadn't gone right. Since he was a master thief reading peoples expressions were a breeze for him, but she was hiding something from all of us. This puzzled Sly greatly, and very few can puzzle the master thief.
"Maybe they moved them, and tried to throw us off by blaming us?" Murray suggested as he popped open a soda. "Highly unlikely Murray, I doubt they would go through the hassle of moving all of those heavy parts to a different location just to get the jump on us." Sly interjected. "Hold on Sly, let me pull up the security surveillance images." Bentley spoke up typing on his computer; he stopped as he pulled up the files. "Sly, you're not going to believe this." He adjusted his glasses before turning his monitor to show the raccoon; Murray took a quick glance before returning to the road. The image had shown Free and Erika, stuffing the massive owl parts in a magical bag before making a hasty exit.
"Who...are they Bentley?" He asked, dumbstruck by the magic the girl had used. "Im not sure, let me do some research." The turtle retracted his laptop screen. This new piece of info made Sly edgy; he didn't know too many humans who even knew about Clockwerk, let alone wanting control of his parts. "Although I can't seem to find any info on the girl, the man in the photo is known only as "Free" and he has just recently escaped from Death City Penitentiary." The turtle wiped his glasses with his shirt. "He has quite a lengthy file as well." Sly took a moment to think, "Bentley, where is this Death City?" He finally asked.
"It's located in a small desert right outside of Japan." The turtle answered immediately, as if knowing what his friend was going to ask. "Then that's where we are heading, step on it Murray." The raccoon commanded, "You got it Sly." He complied by stepping on the gas pedal, causing the van to accelerate. Sly was going to get to the bottom of this.
*Death City*
Maka sighed as she continued her book in class; flipping a page lazily she glanced over at Soul, who was dead asleep on his desk. Things have been uneventful since the reformation of Arachnophobia; she was still upset over the face that she had been beaten so easily. She was lucky that man named Justin came along, Chrona tried his best to protect her, but he lost so much strength since the Kishin Revival.
Professor Stein was going over some more dissection lessons, his voice more monotone than usual. He was practically putting everyone to sleep; Maka closed her book and set her head down on her desk, she closed her eyes. But only for a second as Souls loud snoring kept her from snoozing off, as well as disrupting class and Stein's teaching. The mad scientist glanced over at Maka, who in turn slammed her book on Soul's head. He sat up straight as a dent formed in his skull, trying his best to keep from shouting out.
"Mr. Evans, glad for you to join us." Stein droned; He rubbed his head as he glared at the Professor. Maka face-palmed at her weapon partners actions, she then signaled him to pay attention. His eyes drifted lazily to the front of the room, where Stein was waiting to resume teaching. "Now, as I was saying…" He began.
When class was finally over, Maka and Soul hurried themselves outside of the schools. Wanting to go home, both hurried themselves down the steps. "It's your turn to cook tonight." Maka tried to make a conversation. "What? No way! I made it last night!" Soul protested. "Correction, you attempted to make dinner. You fell asleep and nearly burned the whole place down." She sweat-dropped; "Damn it, fine." He cursed under his breath. "And no peanut butter and jelly sandwiches like last time either." Maka warned, causing her scythe weapon to form a tick mark.
As the two walked casually down the bricked sidewalk, they passed three figures in shady overcoats. Now normally they wouldn't pay attention to anyone passing by, but the thing was that their body sizes ranged greatly. One was massive, almost like a boulder and could easily be spotted out of a crowd, but his face was concealed by his overcoat and hat. The second was in fair size, maybe as tall as Tsubaki, it seemed like he was concealing something in his coat. The last of the trio was very small; his height could make him easily hidden in large groups or places, only going up to maybe Maka's chest.
She turned and watched the three persons walk down the path, when Maka took a closer look at the fittest of the trio she had received a surprise of a lifetime. The tip of a grey bushy tail with black stripes poked out of the bottom of the of his overcoat, Maka blinked a few times at the sight until the tail slithered back up out of sight. She grasped Soul's shirt sleeve, who looked down at her grip and then to her. She motioned him to follow her without a sound, with a questionable look he followed close behind his partner.
The scythe meister kept her distance from the small group, which didn't seem like they suspected they were being followed by the pair. The smallest of the three turned and whispered something to the middle one, Maka wanted to move in closer and listen but was unable. For the gang had suddenly stopped, Maka and Soul were forced to do so as well. The one who had the tail whispered something back to his companions, and they both turned and entered an alley. To Maka and Soul's surprise, he spun around to face the two, and they froze in their tracks.
The only thing that they could see was the sly grin he gave them; a large gold cane was then retracted from his overcoat. Soul immediately morphed into a scythe for Maka to catch, and when she did the tailed stranger bolted in the other direction, and Maka quickly followed. "What about the other two?" The scythe weapon asked. "We'll worry about them later, right now let's get this guy, he seems to be the one in charge." Maka replied. The stranger jumped onto an awning that shielded a small picnic area, which propelled him up into the air and onto a rooftop.
Maka used her scythe to rocket herself up onto the building as well, she watched as the person leaped over onto another building. She sprinted and did the same, but didn't land with as much grace. By the time this happened the stranger had already moved onto the next rooftop, she quickly regained her composure and went after him. "Man this guy is quick," Soul stated as they jumped over another rooftop, they watched as the figure sprinted across a cable connecting between the two structures. "And skillful too," Maka finished as she was forced to jump to the next roof instead of running across the tightrope, the person batted his cane at random objects such as trashcans, antennas, and planks of wood in hopes of slowing down his pursuers.
This proved futile as Maka easily leaped over the debris with ease, "You can't run forever!" She called out as she landed back on her feet. She smirked to herself; she knew the streets of Death City like the back of her hand. For this guy to truly escape he'd have to disappear into thin air, she had no idea who the stranger in the overcoat was. The figure was forced to skid to a stop due to an absence of another building to leap on; he turned around as the duo finally caught up to him.
"Told...you," Maka had panted, referring to her previous statement. The stranger responded by giving a grin, "What are you grinning about pal?" Soul demanded. With a twirl of his cane he grasped it with both hands and tapped the ground, with that a cloud of thick smoke burst from the cane. Maka was forced to shield her eyes, coughing and sputtering up a storm. After a few moments, the wind finally carried the smokescreen away, and with that the stranger was gone. The only thing that was left behind was a calling card, a rather cartoony blue raccoon head, which seemed to me more like a symbol.
"What? Where did he go?!" Soul exclaimed; Maka had searched around her. But couldn't determine how the person managed to slip past them, "Damnit." She cursed under her breath. She then approached the card the stranger left behind, kneeling down and picking it up. She examined it for a moment, trying to determine what it meant. "Who was that guy Maka?" Soul finally asked; she glanced out into the horizon in a loss for words. "I don't know Soul…"
When they turned to leave, they failed to notice that on a distance rooftop a shadow had been watching them. He flashed a grin before back flipping off of the structure.
A/N: Oh! So close Maka! But it's gonna take more than that to catch the master of all thieves! Chapter 2 is up and running please tune in!
Stay gold guys!
-ShadowSlayer220