Sup Peeps its meh WILDCHILD911 w/ another story, hahahahaaaa ur all gonna kill me aren't u? xD I apologize for not updating on other stories but I'm getting there, at dead snails pace, but I AM getting their!! oh and by the by, their will be lemons in later chappies, first i have to get the romance started! x3!!well I hope you enjoy this little slice of pie ;D

Maka: 17

Soul: 25

thats an 8 yr age difference :P well enyjoy!

Rain coated downtown Chicago, leaving the city cold and dreary. Like it was attempting to wash away the "stains" that littered the city, but it failed miserably. It was 6 P.M. as a cop car came blazing down Lake Shore drive, the sirens silent, with no particular destination. An albino haired man rolled down his window and tossed his finished cigarette out the window, getting ready to light another.

He dug into his pocket, found the box and flipped it open, only to discover it was empty.

"Shit" he coursed as he rummaged through the glove compartment to find another pack of cigs. He swore again, nope none.

"Damn, shit outta luck" The 25 year old detective glared at the road, completely pissed. guess I have to ask Black Star for another box . . . again. He shook off the urge to find the nearest 7/11; he memorized every drug store's location from Norwood Park to South Chicago. Deciding to distract himself, the young investigator leered at the window and was face to face with a wall with frigid rain. He got a clear view of Lake Michigan and some really stupid –and probably stoned beyond recognition- teenagers deciding to "take a dip".

"Well, better add those two to the morgue" He snorted. It would be at least 20 more minutes until he reached the station, then he could finally go home and crash. He reached a stoplight, just a little bit longer- as soon as he pressed on the brake pedal a red van came blazing through the intersection a few meters ahead of him .

"This day just keeps getting better and better" the detective smirked as if he were out for blood, shifted into drive, and took off. Since he was out of cigs, he would take his frustration out on the morons in the engine red van. What could he say? He needed his 6 o'clock smoke.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ 30minutes later ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The fresh detective ambled through the front doors of the station, earning many swooning gasps from fellow lady officers. As he passed a small group dames gathered down the hall, the White haired bachelor flashed a sexy grin making his jagged fangs gleam in the florescent lighting.

"Hey ladies" His ego was boosted a few pegs as the women squealed and giggled. He suddenly heard a thud; his smirk returned, apparently one of the girls had fainted. With his shoulders slouched forward, the "sexiest man in Chicago's west and south side" trudged advanced, aiming for his department. He moderately pushed through the doors of the bustling office, with convicts planted on maple chairs, anticipating being placed into a potential cell. The albino passed by several familiar looking boys (the kids in the van). He paused and decided to enjoy the moment.

"long time no see boys-" He glared down his newest arrest 'victims' his eyes sparkling an extremely sadistic gleam " –I hope that you enjoy your stay at Pilsen county police station" The set of four glared up at him, some told him to shut up, one said 'what are you lookin at?', and the last and shortest kid (A.K.A little Napoleon) commented on his crappy driving skills. The detective shrugged off the irritating comment and decided to leave them alone on the "chairs of shame". He turned only to say At least I wouldn't have been caught' thus having 'Little Napoleon' rush into a fit of rage with the rest of his followers throwing names and enticing comments, all the while Soul proceeded toward his desk. The male flopped down onto his comfy seat and crossed his legs on the top of it, making several pieces of paper work scatter to the floor.

"Well look what the cat dragged in" Soul looked up with his lazy stare, yet another smirk spread across his chin.

"Speak for yourself, Black star" the ecstatic officer's face bloomed with confidence, while his hands rested on his hips; Aka the pose of victory. Black star slumped over in his desk still facing Soul.

"heard what'cha did near Lake Drive, nicely done by the way, but not as good as the amazing m-"

"-okay I get it and thanks, I'm just waiting for Stephanie to hand in the last piece of paper work, then I'm done" Soul returned to his usual position with his feet on the desk, leaning back in his cushioned chair, and his hands behind his head. Seeming very content and proud of himself.

"damn . . . you got the ladies drooling all over you huh? You lucky little fucker" Black Star mumbled, slightly jealous on his fellow officer's popularity, grinning through it all. Soul caught onto His friend's distress, motioned him to scoot over, and whispered in his ear.

"I have them eating out of the palm of my hand" Apparently he was named hottest man on the west side, no women no matter what age could ever resist his . . . "charm".

Black star punched Soul in the shoulder while gritting his teeth, Soul hissed then hit him back, while throwing some verbal threats. The two five year olds bickered and squabbled, completely oblivious to a certain brunette approaching Soul's desk. Stephanie arrived right on time with paper work galore and more, she stopped and let loose at least 2/3rds of the stack on "Mr. Popular's" desk. She rolled her eyes as she was completely ignored by both ignorant males while they continued their "Manliness" contest. Not wanting to break it up the juvenile argument, she strutted off in her navy blue pencil skirt and cream blouse, to the chief's office. Soul was unaware of a classic white envelope that was placed on the top of the paper mountain, a letter that would soon change his life forever.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 46 minutes later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Soul growled at the finally finished Mt Everest of classified files that was now signed, completed, and ready to turn into the chief, now the old man would leave him the hell alone. Soul's eyes followed to the clock it was 7:01, configurating that he had stayed far too long. He shifted to his left to find Black Star nowhere in sight the lucky little ass, it was official Soul Eater Evans had officially reached a level of boredom that could escalate to suicide.

While Soul fantasized taking his pistol, putting it to his head, and pulling the trigger, he slouched back in the chair and proceeded to crack his back, neck, and muscular shoulders. He acknowledged another piece of bleached white paper on his clean table space, thus discovering the letter. He picked it up and held it up to the light, carefully translating the writing on the front. His eyes twitched from shock and dread.

"You've got to be kidding me . . . "Soul sighed as his blood red stare traced the hand writing.

"From Spirit Albarn . . huh?" This was rare, getting a contact from his old partner, scratch that ancient partner. After the old man retired no one really saw him, but that didn't keep him from calling the office asking if the "rookie" (Aka albino shark boy) hadn't killed himself yet? You could tell they didn't really see eye to eye. Especially the "errands" Spirit made him run.

What the fuck does this guy want me to do now?

He could just picture it now, the bars with his partner half drunk, or in some god forsaken warehouse with thugs saying that he owned them money. While He could feel a migraine approach, Soul noticed a small sentence at the bottom left hand corner of the envelope. Read this when you get home . . . . . What the-. Soul grunted then started burning wholes through the ceiling. The detective had, had enough; he motioned to stand, pealing his butt off of the appliance. Damn, sat in the chair for too long it molded into the cushions.Once his bum was completely detached from the chair Soul snagged his black leather jacket and keys.

"Night Harvey" Soul mumbled to the night janitor, Harvey smiled in return while he vacuumed the carpet. Soul buried the letter in his pocket as he trotted toward his dirty orange Harley. The bike spat and roared down the streets and echoed in the alley ways, as Soul thundered through intersections, red lights, under Bridges, and L train tracks.

He turned into a skinny alley where he parked his bike in a small garage. The tired cop trudged up the wooden steps till the third floor. He scavenged his pockets until he found the keys, unlocked his front door and stumbled inside.

He studied his living room before he tore off his leather jacket and threw it on the couch. Soul grumbled as he aimed for the fridge. To his total despair, Black Star didn't give him a pack of cigs or the money he needed to buy them. Soul wouldn't receive a check for a few more days; Pay check wasn't due until next week.

He snagged a Corona beer from the back of the fridge and popped the cap. After his retrieval, Soul's attention went back toward the letter in his jean pocket. The detective once again went on the hunt for something lost within his baggy faded navy blue jeans. Once he pulled out the letter he ripped the envelope with a pocket knife, and unfolded its contents.

Dear Soul a.k.a. rookie,

Sorry I haven't popped my head in the office to see how things are going, but I haven't seen your ass on the news for going postal in a liquor store or finding out from the chief that you knock some girl up-

"you haven't changed a bit you old asswhole, I'm not like you by the way, I use a condom" the exhausted cop barked, still sipping his beer.

-well, I'm in a bit of a bind, I slept with a mob bosses girl, soo I've gone into hiding in Mexico-,

Soul couphed as he choked on his corona oh god, thats the worst place to hide you stupid old man.

-Soo I need to ask you for a favor, partner to partner.

Soul leaned back against the small table in his kitchen facing parallel to the fridge. Then the door bell rang. Soul placed the letter down on the table next to the salt and pepper shakers and continued his way to the door.

You know my daughter right?-

He unlocked the archway and pulled it open with his right elbow leaning against the doorframe holding still holding his half drunken beer bottle.

"Sorry wrong-" No one was in front of him until he heard a slight cough. Then he looked down. His mouth fell wide open. Standing before him was a short blonde girl (in pig tails) wearing a white sweatshirt with "London" in Navy blue etched into it, accompanied by black leggings hugging her long slender legs, and a pair of cream colored converse. The mystery chick was carrying a black backpack, a yellow duffle bag, and a blue suit case. His crimson met her clover green, just for a moment. This girl couldn't be older than 14, what the hell? Most of the women that showed up to his door were harlots, and well into their twenties to late thirties, who in the ever living hell ordered the midget- Then it clicked.

"Soul eater Evans right?"

The bachelor said nothing; His nerve endings were going numb in disbelief.

"I'm Maka Albarn, I guess I'm staying with you know . . . ."

-Well, I need you to look after her while I'm in hiding, at least 'till this all blows over. Thanks I owe you! oh and by the way if you even think about touching my precious baby girl, I will track you down, cut off your dick, sew it back on, then rip it off again *smiley face*

~ Spirit Albarn

You mean I have to board with this titless little girl?!

Soul remained absolutely appalled while he stared agape at the young woman just a foot away. The girl snorted as she noted that his eyes were dwarfing the sun's perimeter.

"You've got to be kiddin' me!!!!"

heheheeee silly Soul, you should have read the rest of the letter xD hahahaaa I'm going to Hell aren't I? oh well I hope they have internet down their! oh curse you brain for discovering this little fic and curse you phalanges for putting it into writing . But yes I love you all (especially those who review!! ;D

sooo see the pretty button at the bottom of the screen? well if you press It, I WILL GIVE U A COOKIE!!!! =D