Characters:

Kid-young master

Crona-maid

Justin-butler

Tsubaki and Maka-cooks

Soul-gardener

Black Star-carriage driver

Medusa-deceased prostitute, mother of Crona

Stein-murderer/rapist of Medusa

Spirit-friend of Stein

Ragnarok, Eruka and Free-bullies of Crona

A/N: I want to reiterate that this story will use the characters of Soul Eater but use the style of Black Butler (ya know… all that master and servant thing). Note that this is rated M so this story may contain something disturbing so I advise you to not read this if you're a highly sensitive person, whatsoever. The main characters are as usual, Kid and Crona. This is one of the stories that I plan to make a comic someday. Keep in mind that I'll use point of views.

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater or Black Butler.

Chapter 1: The Prince and the Pauper

~Crona~

I walked down the cold narrow streets of Death City, hugging myself in my old brown jacket, my breath clouding up in front of me as I exhaled, my trembling legs covered in thin green knee-length pants. A snow flake fell on my nose which startled me ever so easily. I looked up. The sky was as usual violet with numerous gray clouds scattered. It was evening and it was mid-December already. The moon just kept grinning. Silence surrounded me. I sighed as my gaze fell back on the stoned streets and I continued to trudge forward, not knowing where I should really go. I was… alone.

"Hey you!" someone with a manly voice shouted from behind me. My powdered blue eyes widened, my pupils reduced. I let out a small gasp and halted. "You, girl in that muddy-looking jacket!" My hands twitched as I realized I was the only girl around in brown jacket. I felt my whole body starting to tremble. I gradually turned around anyway to see the person who kept calling me impolitely.

"Y-y-yes?" I replied nervously. I could hear my own voice shaking from the cold and fear. I saw two adult men at a table outside a coffee shop. One man was in a laboratory coat and had gray hair with stitches on his face and glasses while the other had red hair and green eyes in a black suit. The scary man with glasses grinned.

"I know you," he said.

He knew me but I didn't know him. "I'm sorry but I don't know you," I said as I bowed my head and turned around. I was about to start walking when the man continued taking that stopped me.

"Sure you don't. Your mother didn't get a chance to come home and tell you about me. After all… how could she? She was already dead!"

He and the red-haired guy burst into a boisterous laugh that killed the silence of the night. I felt like my heart stopped as I clutched my chest. The scary man actually knew my mother and that she was dead. Just maybe… I thought… just maybe he knew about what happened to her. I quickly turned around with a serious face and my closed fists were in front of me. I felt so eager to ask him questions that the fear in me left… temporarily.

"You know my mother?" I asked. "Do you know what happened to her?"

The men suddenly stopped laughing and gazed at me. The gray-haired guy faced down. His shoulders twitched as he chuckled. "Silly girl. Of course I do." He finally looked up and stared at me. "What a beautiful woman she was who drove men crazy." He placed his elbow on the table and rested his head on his palm. "Unfortunately, she ended up with me… a man of science, a man who's very curious. And do you know what I do when I'm curious?" The red-haired guy snickered while I was starting to get nervous again. I shook my head weakly as I placed my closed hands on my chest. The scary man took out a scalpel from his coat's pocket. "See this?" he said as he held the scalpel and touched its blade subtly. "This is what I use when I'm curious." He drew an invisible circled on the wooden tablet with the scalpel and pierced the center. It made me jump from surprise. "She had such a tight cunt," he said. His bangs covered his eyes then he flashed an eccentric grin that sent chills down my spine.

"This can't be..." I thought. I was getting the gist of his speech already and there was a part of me that regretted that I even tried talking to him. I became momentarily speechless as I tried to process everything he said. A picture of my mother on the a bed with that scary man in front of me formed in my head. I wasn't entirely sure if what I was thinking was right but judging by how the man explained, I could not form any other image than that… for I know mom was a slut, an identity she, herself, hated. But according to her she had to live with it to keep me alive. Never was that more true. Since my birth, she always sacrificed a lot for me. Though she neglected me, I knew she actually cared for me. I knew underneath her harsh exterior was a fragile soul. I can still remember the time when she would scoop me up and kiss my nose. Times like those didn't last song but I was still grateful to have such memories. I just learned that my mother passed away the other day and nobody cared to tell me what happened to her. How ironic that the person who'd tell me what happened to her was the same person who murdered her. I felt my throat went try. I wanted to scream at the man, tell him how dare he kill the only loved-one I have in life, ask him why he played with her as if she was just some kind of experiment. But I was too scared. I was always scared to stand up for myself. How much more if it was for someone else? I knew my place. I always did. I was lower than dirt.

I quietly and slowly stepped back a few times as I watched the two men laughing like maniacs again, covering my mouth with both of my hands to prevent me from uttering a single word. I felt warm tear roll down my face. I finally turned around and started running. I run… and run. The road seemed to be endless. I closed my eyes to squeeze out the tears from my eyes. As I was still running, I raised my lower arm and wiped the tears on my face with my sleeves. Suddenly I bumped onto someone that sent me falling to the floor. I landed on my butt, which was the most painful thing I have ever experienced so far since mom died. I looked up and a boy in black jacket and cap turned around. He towered over me. The moon was behind him, grinning still. He gazed at me with his deadpan dark blue eyes. He had dark back hair. He folded his arms in front of his chest. He had a scar on his face that shaped like an X. I saw shadows on the ground and I heard tapping of shoes. I stared up and saw a girl with long light blue hair and a tall muscled guy with an eye with the words "no future".

~Kid~

I ordered Black Star, my driver, to stop the carriage and Justin, my butler who was sitting across my seat, asked if there was something the matter. I told him to stay quiet as I started to observe the little commotion outside through a glass of the carriage.

~Crona~

"I'm sorry," I managed to speak, feeling intimidated by the looks of them already. I recognized them. I heard they're the teens that bully other teens.

The black-haired guy smirked at me. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? The daughter of the hoe everybody talks about? You don't look like what I imagined." His eyes narrowed. "It disappoints me." He turned around. "Guys, take all the money you can find on her."

The only girl and the muscled guy came forward to me as I tried to stand up despite the pain that was still lingering in my body. I had the urge to run away already but before I could even make one step they have already got a hold of me and pushed me back to the ground. I grunted and winced. "Let me go!" I pleaded helplessly as I tried to struggle. They have pinned me down on the floor and they started to rummage my pockets for money. Unfortunately, I didn't even have a single penny. The girl and boy finally gave up and stood up, leaving me faced down on the cold stoned floor and snow just kept falling.

"Sorry, boss, it seems like she's nothing but a poor useless girl. She has no money with her."

The raven-haired boy gritted his teeth and grunted in anger. He walked fast towards me, squat down in front of me and held the collar of my jacket, forcing me to look into his piercing eyes. "Don't toy with us, little girl," he said, sounding annoyed. "I know your mom. She gets lots of money from sleeping with men, right? Actually it's even more than that. You get my point? It's impossible for you to be broke. Hand it us to already if you still want to live!"

My eyes closed when the guy shouted at my face but suddenly we heard the clicking of guns. I opened my eyes and saw the guy in front of me not making a single move but was still holding my collar. From the look on his face, I knew he was terrified but by what? Or rather who… I looked up more and saw a guy in black coat with black hair also but had three white stripes on the left side of his head was standing behind the guy holding me. He was holding two pistols, directly pointing them at the black-haired guy's head, almost ready to pull the triggers with his… pinkies? ! I stared in surprise. I've never seen someone hold guns like that. For a few seconds there I asked myself. "Is it that I'm so naïve or is this guy just really weird? !"

"Ragnarok, it's over," the weird guy said calmly. "Let go of the lady or your head will be blown up into pieces."

This "Ragnarok" guy finally let go of me and I find it more comfortable to breathe already. I clutched my neck and panted. Ragnarok smiled, stood up and faced Kid.

"What a pleasant surprise, Earl of Death. I never thought you'd stop here just to rescue the daughter of a dirty woman."

"Who gave you the right to punish such kind of people when you yourself are unclean, Ragnarok?"

"Tch," Ragnarok uttered. "You pay too much attention to details." He closed his eyes and walked past Earl of Death. "How do you think people will react if they knew that you show compassion for a girl like that?" He said and looked back with a smile.

Earl of Death became silent. He and this Ragnarok guy stared at each other for like a minute. He finally faced down and smirked. "Let them think whatever they want. Their thoughts won't change me being the head of the Death Household neither it would put this girl behind bars." When he said "girl" he turned around and bent down in front of me. He rested his elbow on his knee as he studied my face. I looked at him and realized he had such beautiful honey-colored eyes. I felt my cheeks burn. A guy with such eyes was actually looking at me so intensely. It felt both comforting and intimidating. He finally stood up and faced Ragnarok again. "You may leave now," he said to him and his friends.

Ragnarok glanced at me. "You're lucky this time, little bitch," he said to me then turned around. "Let's go, guys." He finally started to walk away along with the girl and tall guy.

Earl of Death faced me and lend a hand. I stared at it for seconds, not sure what I was supposed to do. I slowly raised my hand though and he took the honor to start shaking my hand. "Pleased to meet you, Crona Gorgon," he said and smiled. He pulled me up.

"You are…?" I said as I gave him a quizzical yet hesitant look.

"Death the Kid, the Earl of Death Household. You can call me Kid." A blonde guy stood behind him. "And this gentleman next to me is my loyal butler."

"I… see."

"Please watch where you're going next time. You don't want to bump on that guy again, do you?"

I closed my eyes and shook my head.

I saw him smile warmly at me again. "Well, you should be going home now. It's already late." He turned around and started walking. I felt my body froze. It's been a long time since somebody showed care for me. I stretched out my arm and touched Kid's sleeve.

~Kid~

I turned around as I felt somebody tugged on my sleeve. I saw that it was Crona who was facing down, hand on her chest while her other hand still held onto me.

"I…" she started. I patiently waited for her to speak up.

"What is it?" I asked, sounding concerned. I rarely sound concerned for someone so I, myself, was surprised.

"I… I don't… have a… home anymore."

"Ugh," I uttered.

"Mom… she's already…" before she could finish her sentence, her eyes gradually close and she fainted but fortunately, I caught her in my arms before she could even fall to the ground.

"Justin, get the extra coat from the carriage," I ordered my butler.

"Yes, my Lord," Justin acquiesced and started walking back to the carriage.

For the meantime Justin was gone, I took the chance to look at the pinkette's face like I did before but this time, she was just like an innocent child sleeping. I placed my hand on her neck and felt her burning. "Oh, shit," I mentally cursed. Good thing Justin was back already. He wrapped the red coat around Crona and carried her. "Let's hurry," I said. "She has a fever." Justin just nodded and we both went back to the carriage with Crona in Justin's arms.

(To be continued.)