Okay so I’ve never actually written a fan fiction before, but I thought I give it a try. Sorry for any grammar mistakes I wrote this at 1 a.m. I hope you like it and I would love constructive feedback. Again sorry if this is awful. Thanks for reading though :). (P.s there is swearing and mentions of drugs)
“You’re pretty happy for someone who just got arrested”
Soul heard a feminine voice surround him like a silk scarf. He was blindfolded. His vision was reduced to murky light seeping through the fabric.
“Well, it’s not every day the famous Detective Liz Thompson and, her nerdy and less sexually appealing partner, Maka “brainiac” Albarn interrogate you” Soul sarcastically replied.
“Fuck you” spat a presumably pissed off nerd.
“How the hell did you know it would be us interrogating you, asshole?” Liz coolly questioned.
“Oh you know a little birdie told me, and he’s a very chatty fellow, you know what bothers me. The saying states that a bird told me and don’t birds usually sing. Did you know…”
“Cut the bullshit, Eater” Thompson placed a cold metal object against his temple. He could only assume that this was the barrel of her infamous .45 pistol. Soul knew he came off as a wise ass, but he also knew when to cut the shit. Now was one of those moments, there’s a reason she’s called Liz “the pistol” Thompson. Soul felt sweat begin to bead at his forehead.
“Alright, Alright just get that thing out of my face. It’s not a toy ya
know,” Thompson slowly removed the pistol from his temple.
“ I figured that since Officer Yumi and Barret took Kilik down to the station early and would most likely be the ones interrogating him, you were the only detectives left who were qualified enough to talk to somebody associated with the mob,” Soul used are quotes around mob.
“Impressive a dealer with an I.Q higher than 7” Thompson muttered.
Soul heard an audible sigh from Brainiac, who has been silent until now, suddenly she spoke.
“Alright Mr. Eater, or shall I call you Mr. Evans?” Soul flinched at the mention of his true last name. “ Shall we discuss why you are actually here. I’ve looked through your files, nice family, nice neighborhood, got busted for trespassing on private property, no theft, nothing really noteworthy. You seemed like a good kid” he heard her shuffle through some files “ listen we both know catching some guy selling pot is not some turn of the century drug bust. You probably get off with just probation,” she paused and started to pace the room and the sound of her heels clicking filled the silence,“ However it’s your supplier were worried about. Being associated with the mob get you a pretty hefty sentence”.
“You sure seem to a lot about me, Detective Stick-up-her-ass,” Soul curtly said.
“Well if I recall you were the one who called me nerdy. I guess reading has advantages, not like you would know, I almost positive you’ve never read anything expect for Mac and Cheese instructions” was her fierce reply.
Soul had to admit, Brainiac had some spunk to her. She may not have the sex appeal of Thompson or played games like the other detective, but she definitely didn’t take any shit for people. She liked to be direct and to the point. She didn’t waste her time playing good cop, bad cop. He respected that.
“But we liked to make a deal with you,” she continued interrupting Soul’s thoughts.
“Listen woman, I don’t make deals with cops,” Soul quickly interrupted.
“As I was saying, the deal is in exchange for a clear record and no jail time, you will go uncover for the Shibusen P.D. You will help us gather intel on the black serpent mafia” she said simply as if she had asked him the date. This was not as simple as Brainiac put made it out to be. This was a dangerous game, and if lost he surely wouldn’t be in the land of the living no more. He doubted if anybody would find his body or better yet body parts. A shiver spiraled down his spine.
“Fuck no, I ain’t stupid. If I accept that deal I’ll be dead before morning”
“Well Mr. Evans I don’t think you have a choice, unless you want to spend a very long time in jail,” Soul opened his mouth to protest but she continued, “ and I don’t think Black serpent will help a lowly little drug dealer in court” she slid a chair out, making a loud sound as the metal scrapped against the floor, and sat down across from him. “ What do you say, Eater? Do we have a deal?” She questioned.
“Fucking what the fuck? Are you fucking kidding me? It’s not like a much of a choice, asshole”
Soul sat back in his chair in defeat. He wondered when his life got this fucked up. All he ever did was sell pot. He barely he spoke to his supplier besides exchanging money and drugs.
“Well I’m done here,” Soul heard Maka get up.
“ Welcome to the team,” Thompson laughed, “Do you have any questions?”
“Yea actually when do I start this undercover bullshit and why the hell am I blindfolded?” Soul yelled.
“ Soon and for ambiance, we wanted you to feel like you were in a dangerous interrogation,” Thompson chuckled as she undid the blindfold.
The first words out of Soul’s mouth when the blindfold fell away from his eyes was, “This is going to blow”
