Disclaimer: I do not own Oliver Twist or anything associated with it. I also do not own Soul Eater or anything associated with it. I especially do not own the lyrics to "Where Is Love."
Hey this is kind of crossoverish, and I think it kinda dropped a standard, but enjoy anyway.
Super Epic Important Message!: for the long hiatus—I was on vacation and was sick for a while. D: Anyway what makes this a very important message is that I called Stein Medusa's husband, but he isn't (sadly). You'll meet him soon, though, don't worry. So on with the exciting tale! XD
*By the way a 'bow street runner'/ 'runner' is a term that was used for the police.
** Gin is a type of alcohol that was pretty popular at the time.
Soul POV
I swung my latest achievement around my finger, admiring the beauty of the polished gold. The runners* didn't even notice me slip the beautiful chain watch from the elderly man's pocket, although I still started to get the feel that someone was watching me. I looked around until my eyes stumbled on a girl who was sitting on a bench. Weird, I thought, noticing her; it wasn't a very proper clothing for a young lady.
She had ash blond hair that was left loose on her shoulders, wore a light brown shirt with a small bow on the collar, and (most surprisingly of all) wasn't wearing a skirt! Instead, she wore long black pants and old leather ankle boots. Where is she from, with that raggedy pack? Is she from out of town? No, a workhouse would be the only place that she could've gotten those pants. If she is from the workhouse, why is she here?
"What, ain't you ever seen a gentlemen?" I asked her as she continued to stare at me.
"Well no, sir, I haven't," she replied… politely?"I haven't ever seen a gentleman quite like you." Nevermind, that not polite at all.
"'Ey, what do you mean by that?" I asked, feeling rather undignified.
"Well, you are rather strange looking. I mean you have white hair, red eyes, a top hat, and a bright blue jacket. Not that I'm really one to talk."
"Well ain't that the truth." I muttered under my breath.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that."
"It was nothing. Don't worry about it. Anyway, you got a mother?"
"No."
"Father?"
"No."
"You got any money?"
"No, not a single pence."
"You staying here in London?"
"Kinda."
"So you ain't got a home either?"
"No."
"Lovely." She looked at me strangely, so I added, "…weather we're havin' today."
"I suppose."
"Well, anyway, you're coming with me!"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I know this . . . home, you see, that is owned by a fine gentleman. Who would be just overjoyed if you could stay with us and the rest of the gang."
"Oh, so is he a charity gentlemen?"
"Umm. . . Not exactly," I answered, chuckling a little at her innocence.
"So who is this fine gentlemen?"
"His real name is Stein, but you may hear him called Fagin as well."
"Are you sure he won't mind?"
"Mind? Consider yourself one of us already!" I paused. "I just so happen to be a particular favorite of his, so all I need to do is introduce you. So, if you wouldn't mind, I need your name."
"I'm Maka, Maka Twist," she said, smiling at me.
"All right, then off we go. I was just about to head back myself," I said, grabbing her hand and taking her away from the crowd. I had noticed more runners* starting to gather.
"So, where is this house?" she asked. I looked back at her only to see her cheeks a faint pink color. Was it because I was still holding her hand?
"Not far. It's down this way," I said running down a small alleyway. I stopped fast so I wouldn't miss the door. I knocked and said, "Dodger."
"Dodger? Is that your name?"
"Well, kind real name is Soul, but to my close friends, I'm the Artful Dodger." I smirked for the first time and expected her to be scared of my shark-like teeth, but she just smiled back.
"Okay, Dodger!" She even wants to be a close friend of mine? We continued to walk in happy and comfortable silence.
"Well, your palace awaits," I said, pushing aside the piece of rotting wood that we called a door and motioning her to go up first.
She nodded and headed up the stairs, waiting for a second at the top so that I could walk in first. I knocked, and I heard the very familiar sounds of locks being undone and the creaky door swinging open "Hello Kid!" I high fived the black haired boy, who was still standing in the doorway.
"Hello Dodger! Will Stein be happy with you today?"
"I think he will be. I even brought a new recruit," I boasted as I walked Maka in, still holding her hand.
Maka POV**
I walked into the broken down room, which had holes even in the ceiling! The room was filled with boys my age or even younger, smoking, and girls downing full glasses of gin. I kept my eyes on Soul, though, who was moving quickly toward the smoky area in the back of the room where the fireplace was located.
"'Ey Fagin," Soul called into the smoke.
"Dodger. Back so soon." I started to see an imposing figure began to emerge from the smoke.
"Of course I am! I even got a friend," Soul said, lightly pushing me forward. I stumbled a few steps but caught my balance before I totally fell in the cloud of thick ashen white.
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