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A New Experiment	By : JuxtaposedWars Category: +S to Z > Soul Eater Views: 2718 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Atsushi Okubo's Soul Eater or its characters, and do not profit from their use. Nor do I know Fever Ray's song lyrics, or profit from their use.

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A New Experiment

Chapter Nine

Disclaimer: I do not own Atsushi Okubo's Soul Eater or Fever Ray's song lyrics to "Keep the Streets Empty for Me" and gain no profit from their uses. This is strictly a fan fiction.

Story Pairings: SteinxOC, SoulxMaka, mild SpiritxBlair

The voice came in an almost livid tone, "What have you been doing to her?"

Stein cranked his screw cautiously, "You know…" he turned to none other than Death the Kid taking an audience on the infirmary counter. "…you have a very bad habit of showing up when I don't want you around."

"Tch." Fell from Kid's teeth as he burned his golden eyes through Stein.  "Trust me, I wouldn't be enjoying your inconsistent company right now if Liz didn't update me on your weapon's condition."

Stein inwardly cursed that nosey girl.  He smirked, "I told the lady no lies.  Rowan's wellness is progressing every day."

Vacating his seat on the counter, Kid snapped his finger and pointed it to Stein, emphasizing his argument, "And that, Doctor, is what presses my concern: if she is progressing so well, why is she being sedated?"

"Is this a budget issue? I can pitch in for the—"

"Enough of the games, Dr. Stein!  Why does she need to be sedated?!"

Silence grew and so did Kid's impatience as the sun finally set, leaving the infirmary dimly lit by an X-ray display.

"Madness." The professor spoke quietly.  You couldn't throw a word like that out casually at the DWMA and not expect ears against the walls.  "She's riddled with it; letting her wake up now would be far too dangerous."

Kid's eyes narrowed, "Playing 'scientist' on a woman's sanity will bring you a much bigger punishment than your past house arrests, Doctor." The words seethed from his mouth like a velvety poison.

Stein laughed out loud, "Playing the blame game, boy?  A word from the wise: Take a break from playing big, bad Reaper and properly investigate before you go spewing absurd accusations like that.  You'll only make trouble for yourself." He spun around in his chair to switch on the light over Rowan's bed.

Kid was taken aback, but he didn't show it and Stein didn't need to see it to know.  Letting himself drift back mentally to review his research, Stein's calloused hand reached over the bed to stroke a rebellious lock of hair from his weapon's eye.  He wasn't phased when he heard the infirmary door open.

"I respect your personal investment in her care, but don't forget your handicap in all of this.  If your insanity begins to surface while treating Parker, you will be discharged from her case and all of your research, confiscated.  Goodnight Doctor." And the door closed quietly behind Kid as he took his leave.

Stein sighed heavily at the new monkey on his back.  He stared a million miles past Rowan's sleeping face.  "That boy is such a nag…" he trailed off.

The night dragged on, full of half-hearted attempts to recite his findings on his tape recorder and trying to shake the threat that was now posed upon his responsibility.  He opened a window to the infirmary, pulling out a cigarette, he lit it quickly and took a long drag.  Turning back to look at Rowan when he exhaled, he couldn't help but notice how the hot smoke fogged the window pane.  He stared at the window…evaluated it.

Sighing again, he rolled his chair to the pane. "…Couldn't hurt to try."

Breathing hot air onto the pane, he drew the numbers, making his last ditch effort for security.

~*~

It was striking two o' clock in the morning when Wes unlocked the cast entrance to the theatre.  Soul was already sauced from their bar hopping exploits.  Getting drunk was about the only time he could be mildly good-natured toward his older brother.  Naturally, Wes jumped on the rare opportunity when Soul called inquiring about a 'hole-in-the-wall kind of joint', which was the violinist's area of expertise.  They had been out since midnight and hadn't spoken a word past 'Hello', 'Congratulations', and the occasional 'This food is really fuckin' good!'

"Jeesh-heh heh hehh…hic!  He he ha!"  Wes' drunken laughter echoed in the alley as he clumsily dropped the keys and Soul was quick to join in with the amusement.

After about five minutes of laughing in fits, Wes finally managed to open the door and the two stumbled in.

"Dude…" Soul stopped, thinking hard about what he wanted to say, "…what's up with the theatre?"

Wes chuckled a bit and ruffled his little brother's identically white hair, sauntering off to the main stage.  Soul scowled at his brother's back, but for nothing else, he followed out of curiosity.  Shuffling haphazardly and tripping over the occasional drop cord bundle, they traipsed through the dark and narrow stage entrance.  Hanging on to each other for balance, they stepped out, revealing their drunken stupors in the comforting glow of stage to none other than…MAKA?!  Soul swore if he hadn't went to the john earlier that he would've shit himself.  Wes smiled kindly as he patted Soul's back and made his way to his younger sibling's fiancé.

"Sww—sweetheart, I'm very hhhappy to finally meet you.  I'm Wes Evans, thanks for meeting us herrre."  He slurred, reaching out for Maka's hand and kissing it gingerly.

The flattering gesture caught Maka off guard.  "Oh…uh—um, I—"

Soul rushed forward, trying not to trip on himself as he growled out, "Dude!  Wes! This is so uncool!"

As Soul put himself between the two he heard those god-awful words behind him.

"MAKA CHOP!" the blonde meister growled, cracking Soul's skull open with a textbook.  "WHAT'S SO UNCOOL ABOUT ME, EXACTLY?  ARE YOU DRUNK OR SOMETHING?"

Soul lashed back, very much coherent now, "YES I AM AND I WASN'T TALKING ABOUT YOU, WOMAN!  I MEANT WHAT HE'S DOING!" razor-sharp teeth turned back to face his brother while Soul waved his finger wildly at Maka behind him.  "AND YOU!  HOW THE HELL WERE YOU ABLE TO GET MY GIRL TO MEET US IN A MIDDLE-OF-BUM-FUCK-NOWHERE THEATRE AT 2 A.M.?!"

Wes giggled as he pulled out a record player, "Fr-friend of a friend who's her friend.  Don' worry, I had a driver escort 'er here.  Perfectly safe!"  He smiled and hiccupped slightly.

Soul didn't know whether he should only knock him senseless or all-out kill Wes.  Just as he was about to disown him, Maka came up and hugged Soul from behind tightly, nuzzling her face into his leather jacket.  He could hear his brother rolling god-knows-what around on the stage floor, but he didn't lift his head to see.  He just stared at Maka's delicate hands cradling his chest and took in her warmth.

"It's ok, Soul." Her voice was so sweet when spoke to him like that.  "Please don't be mad, he said it would be fun.  Give him a chance." She spoke up to his ear while resting her chin in between his shoulder blades.

"Fine." He replied callously like he usually did.

How the hell could he stay mad at anything when she spoke in that tone of voice that was only for his ears.  It was euphoric and he stumbled a bit, feeling more drunk on her words than the alcohol at this point.  They stayed there like that while Wes switched all the lights on stage to dim except the one Maka and Soul stood under.  Quickly, the violinist scurried and switched on three LED candle racks, and started the record player.

Quietly as a drunk could be, Wes exited stage left while a dull drum beat came from the record player.  Soul listened…the beat was steady…not jazz, but as a synthesizer came in, he liked where the music was going.  To the beat, Soul swayed side-to-side with Maka still wrapped around him.  It was perfect for a slow dance.  The singer went on in a very primal voice:

"Memories come when memory's old, I am never the first to know…"

Slowly, Soul turned around in Maka's arms to face her.

"Following the stream up North, Where do people like us float?"

She repositioned one hand on his shoulder as he took her other in his, still swaying together.

"There is room in my lap…For bruises, asses, hand claps…"

Soul lead, kissing Maka passionately, and they danced.

"I will never disappear, Forever I'll be here…Whispering.

Morning, keep the streets empty…for me."

Their rhythm melted together almost as much as Maka was melting at the mercy of Soul's lips.

"Morning the streets empty…for me."

A second singer came in as the haunting music sallied on.

"I learned to not eat the snow…My fur is hot, my tongue is cold.

On a bed of spider web…I think of how to change myself…"

Soul sucked on Maka's lip gently before freeing her breath.

"A lot of hope in a one-man tent…There's no room for innocence.

So take me home before the storm, Velvet mites will keep us warm…"

As the beat crescendoed with an avant-garde 'ping', Soul twirled Maka and gently crushed her with another, shorter kiss.

"Whispering…Morning, keep the streets empty…for me.

Morning, keep the streets empty…for me."

They leaned into each other, dancing, Maka's hips swaying slightly as they did.

"Whispering…Morning, keep the streets empty…for me.

Morning, keep the streets empty…for me."

The female singers raised their soft voices and a howling synthesizer came in their wake from the record player.  For some reason, Maka could swear she could saw her fiancé's eyes glow red with lust as the chilling sound struck a chord with them both.

"Uncover our heads and reveal our souls…We were hungry before we were born…

Uncover our heads and reveal our souls…We were hungry before we were born…"

Soul ended their dance as the singers continued on, chanting the last verse as he lead Maka to the piano.  He saw Wes pouring something into glasses and leaving them there.  As the music died down, he held Maka's hand as he picked up the bottle that read 'Kobai Plum Wine.'  Two glasses were poured next to a dish of caprese skewers, and chocolate dipped strawberries.

"Wow…it looks so good…" Maka gawked as Soul picked up a chocolate strawberry and stuck it in her jaw-dropped mouth.

She was startled, biting down into the berry and squirting red juice down her chin.  Soul laughed out loud as his meister blushed furiously and began laughing as well.  As she took a chunk out and ate it she 'Mmmm'ed.  The sound caused Soul to tilt her chin up and lick the red juice from her soft skin.

"Soul!!!" she yelled out in surprise and she turned three shades redder, stepping back from him.

He chuckled and wore a grin that would put a Cheshire cat to shame.  Lunging forward, he caught his lover in yet another kiss, savoring her mouth's tart and sweet flavor, caressing her engagement ring meaningfully and reminding himself to one-up Wes when he got the chance.
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