Okay so this is a request I recieved from one Jin Dante Kazama, a crossover between Assassin's Creed and Soul Eater. I'm not sure how well I'll do, but I've never been one to turn someone down. I hope you enjoy it!

The cloaked figure rounded the corner, and Maka smiled. She knew Death City inside and out, and she knew that the particular alleyway her target had just entered ended in a brick wall. She had him now. She began to walk, confidence saturating her every movement. Her weapon, a scythe, rested over her shoulders now, and she smirked.

"You might as well stop running. You aren't getting anywhere with it," she said as the figure stepped into the light of an overhead light. He wore a white hooded cloak that hid his eyes. He wore a small smirk of his own.

"What are you smiling about?" said Soul, his image appearing in the blade of the scythe. In answer, the cloaked man did something neither of the two expected: he turned and actually ran up part of the wall, using a crack in the surface as a makeshift handhold before vaulting up onto the building before them.

"This guy can't be serious!" Maka said as he disappeared from view. The girl gave chase, using her scythe to launch herself into the air, just barely catching the edge of the building. She pulled herself up just in time to see the man clambering up onto a higher building. This type of chase went on and on for what seemed like hours to Maka, and soon they were standing on one of the highest buildings in Death City. Maka slammed the butt of her scythe down as she caught her breath: she hadn't expected to climb all over Death City for some thief. The man stood with his back to her, a slight breeze making his cloak whirl a bit around his legs.

"There's...nowhere else...to run..." Maka panted out, and the man turned to her. He didn't look tired at all. As a matter of fact, he still had a small smirk on his face. He took a single step backward, the heels of his boots clicking against the stone roofing. Maka's eyes grew wide as she predicted what was about to happen.

"Wait, don't!" the young Meister cried, but it was too late. The man spread his arms wide and fell back. Maka dashed forward in an attempt to save the man, but it was too late. She fell to her knees and looked down at the alley below, only to see that the man had, almost without a doubt, vanished into thin air.

"But..." she said, looking and seeing nothing more than a trash bin and a stray cat as it strutted through. A heavy hand landed on her shoulder and she looked up to see Soul above her, his crimson eyes burning into her own.

"C'mon Maka. We either lost him or he's dead. Let's go report to Lord Death and go home," he yawned, "It's too late to be chasing guys around anyway." Confused and a little shaken, the girl nodded and accepted a hand as she got to her feet. She didn't know what was going on, but she was going to find out. One way or another.


"From what you've told me...are you sure Maka and Soul will be able to handle such a challenge?" Professor Franken Stein asked, looking away from the mirror that was currently acting like a surveillance device. It was currently frozen on the image of a man falling backwards off of a building, with the aforementioned duo watching in shock.

"Whatever do you mean, Stein?" asked Lord Death, also turning to face his colleague.

"Well, you said that this guy could very well be a member of an elite group of assassins, whom date back to ancient times and whose soul purpose is to kill. Are you sure they can handle him?"

"I don't see why not. Besides, something tells me he isn't here to kill anyone."

"You mean the fact that he was first seen stealing an item from your Vault, and even then he still managed to escape the Academy?"

"Exactly, and no one was killed on his way in or out, most likely meaning his purpose isn't killing tonight."

"Then maybe he was sent to take a weapon? Something he could use as leverage for some grander scheme?" asked Stein, now genuinely curious.

"Perhaps..." Lord Death stopped and thought for a moment, putting an oversized hand to his head, "but had that been the case he would have already fled the city...no something else is at work here." Then, in a tone more cheerful than it should have been, "Oh well, I guess we're just going to have to see how it all plays out!"

Back in the Alley

A lone black cat strutted down the now quiet alley, mildly curious at the strange scent coming from the nearby garbage can. It didn't smell at all like trash, and this cat was going to find out exactly what it was. With a dexturous leap the cat perched herself on the edge of the container, leaning her head in so she could sniff around. Her curiousity was rewarded with a near heart attack as the garbage burst up around her, knocking her onto the ground as a man grabbed the edge.

"Gah...disgusting..." he muttered to himself as he removed various articles of filth from his person. On the ground the cat had transformed into a rather skantily clad young woman with a tall witches hat. The man hadn't noticed her presence yet.

"First I got the artifact from the Vault in that school...that was the easy part. Then that girl shows up and I end up running through unfamiliar streets...to end up jumping into a pile of garbage...geez what a day." he said, pulling himself out of the recepticle and brushing more trash off of himself.

"Don't you know it's impolite to scare a lady!" the woman scolded, and the man, working on years of training and instinct, instantly grabbed her and shoved her into the wall, the hidden blade on his arm extending as he prepared to stab her in the throat. He stopped himself when he saw the look of pure terror on her face, and he regained his senses. He wasn't here to harm the innocent. He quickly retracted his blade and began to run off but not before the woman had deftly leapt over his head and landed before him. She had a sly grin on her face and a gleam in her yellow cats eyes.

"What, going so soon?" she purred, and he stopped, confused. This wasn't the reaction most people had when faced with death. Surely this woman must be insane.

"I have to get out of the city..." he said, thinking out a plan of escape that could take him either around or over her, but he was surprised when she caught him by the arm and started dragging him away. He tried to protest but was interrupted.

"You can't leave like that! You smell awful, honey. Don't worry I'll take you to my place and get you cleaned up!"

"No...really it's no..." he was cut short when she turned to him and got inches from his face, smiling widely.

"Don't worry, nyaaah. Blair will get you all cleaned up," she said before giving him a sly wink and dragging him to some unknown place. He felt uneasy, and he knew that this woman was going to be more trouble than she was worth.

That's it for a first chapter. I hope I lived up to your expectations. Stay tuned, there will be more sooner or later.