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A New Experiment	By : JuxtaposedWars Category: +S to Z > Soul Eater Views: 2718 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A New Experiment

Chapter Ten

Disclaimer: I do not own Atsushi Okubo's Soul Eater and gain no profit from its use.  This is strictly a fan fiction.

Story Pairings: SteinxOC, SoulxMaka, mild SpiritxBlair

His dusty-green eye scanned the room…there was a very strong wind this time and it was blowing out the candles of the lanterns, clanking and rustling about as the witch's head lie adorning the floor with chipped and flaky blood.  A small hand came fast beside his head and cranked his screw loose.  He tried his best not to act startled, but she knew and growled at him.  He instinctively shot his weapon a stern look, silencing her antagonism.

She was wearing that gorgeous green dress, eyes glowing like an amethyst stone, lips glistening in their natural pout, blood (fresh and old) spattered all over her arms.  As reserved as he was, Stein couldn't help the thought of fucking her right there, biting her until he could taste her life in the oxidized-iron of her blood.  He could see her reciprocating his want in her eyes as the feral lady stared him down.

"Do you like my new hand?" Rowan lifted her palm to show Stein a missing pinky.

Truly, in real life she was missing a finger: the cursed rain melted it into a nub while she was still in weapon form.  He fought against his urges as she aimed her lips just in front of his, staring him defiantly in the eye.

Quickly he tried to calm his sadism, "Not this time, little one." He whispered evenly.

Rowan trembled a bit, looking disappointed.  "Why can't I go outside?" Her eyes a voice were broken.

Stein knew she would bring this up.  Rowan was too wild, even when she tried to assimilate to society; being confined to a hospital bed, trapped in her own head with the painful memories…it was torture and it made the stoic professor wish he could let her wake up.  It was too dangerous though.  Her insanity was on the borderline of swallowing her whole and he had to bring her back to a safe place before he could grant her freedom.

He scooped her up against his chest and leaned his lips into her ear.  "I'm so sorry, my dear."  He meant it in earnest, whether she could comprehend it or not.  "Dance with me."

He stood, still cradling his weapon in his arms as he stopped beside the witch head.  The wind howled wildly around them as he slowly stood her closely in front of him.  He took her hand, ever-watching her dying eyes.  She was compliant to his request, but only because she'd gone numb in the wake of his answer.  Massaging the blood between their entwined fingers, he let his other hand press the small of her back against his abdomen, coercing her to move.

He had made accurate observations of her lifestyle and upbringing, but past the sex and science, he knew nothing about his new partner and was finding it very difficult to comfort her when it was so desperately needed now.  He twirled her, she spun halfheartedly and stumbled.  He heard her humming, and slowly, the tune formed loose words that sounded so mourned despite the hope in their meaning; it sounded like a dirge.

"Fight for the thought…arise and see…strength boiling up inside of thee…" a tear graced her face, but some life was in her step now and Stein patiently listened.

"Alone and quiet for many more days…stand and breathe…crush the maze…" she swayed and danced more urgently, laughing a bit as they circled around the witch's head.

"Open thine eyes…push them aside…do not hide…show…them…strife." Rowan stopped moving as the wind contorted the last word.

Stein abruptly stilled.  His eyes widened as felt an emotion that was not his own.  It was a crippling on his chest, a 'pang' as some called it…it felt horrid and seamlessly shook his resolve.  The foreign invasion of emotion was visible to his naked eye and the wicked strain was seething out of the woman in front of him.  She was beyond glaring at him and the wind grew with cyclonic-force.  Even when the glass of the lanterns was shattering around them he refused to let go of a now struggling Rowan's arms.  Furiously, she morphed her hand a slashed across Stein's torso, screaming painfully at him.

~*~

Stein jolted out of the invasion to see Rowan flailing out from under his grip.  He clenched at a sharp pain and looked down to realize that she didn't just attack him in her mind…this was real.  She kicked him off of her sending them both falling off of the bed onto the concrete floor of Stein's laboratory.  He looked at her angrily as she cowered by his computer desk.  She was…afraid?  Just as Stein tried to process the turn of events, his frightened partner took off, slamming straight threw the heavy lab doors into the night.

"ROWAN!!!" He called, knowing she wasn't going to respond in anyway except run faster.

He bled, frantic, and not knowing why he was becoming so hysterical.  He couldn't comprehend anything.  He had to find Rowan before something terrible happened.

~*~

She ran.  She had no idea where.  This desert city was so alien.  She felt her feet bare, felt Stein's baggy shirt and boxers lash and cling at her, felt the IV needle jerking in her vein as she pulled it out, felt her ears ache and throb as she pushed herself.  She tripped.

Hyperventilating, she clutched her skinned knees and chin from where she face-planted on the cobblestone street.  Tears fell of their own accord, but she refused to resign herself to crying.  As she lay there, she watched shadowy-things creep around her from the corners of her eyes; inappropriately, a shadow with feet skittered in front of her and she wrapped her arms tightly around her eyes, denying her sight the hallucinations.  The instant she felt pressure on her shoulder, she snapped into the defensive.  Scrambling into a fierce crouching…to see a woman.

The female flinched a little, and gave a motherly smile. "Hun, you look like hell." She giggled playfully.

Nothing about the woman was threatening, from what Rowan could tell…and the trail her soul left wasn't even suspicious.

"Want a drink to calm your nerves?  My treat: I'd like some company." The woman held out her hand, only to see Rowan flinched and stand on her own.  Her smile was warm, "Don't worry.  I can tell when someone doesn't want to be found—I won't tattle on you, promise." She admitted, still holding out her hand.

She wanted to fight the female and run, but more than that, Rowan wanted to get a grip on herself.  Thinking logically: the woman did nothing threatening; her trail shows that she just stumbled across you and obviously stopped to see if you were alright, seeing that that wasn't the case, she offered some companionship.  She needed to start acting right.  One drink, then leave the city…QUIETLY.  Taking a very deep breath, Rowan stepped towards the kind stranger, letting the black haired, olive skinned, brown-eyed woman wrap a jacket over Rowan's shoulders.

As much as her instinct told her to flinch, she fought against it, taking the gesture in stride and allowing herself to be a little grateful that her upper body, at least, was no longer cold.

"What's your name, hun?"  The woman broke the ice as they walked.

"Heather." Rowan lied quickly.

"Pretty name." The woman smiled.  "Mine's Sasoriko."

"Likewise." Rowan replied curtly, though she hadn't much desire in languages she didn't know.

The woman checked her wallet as they stopped by a bar entrance.  "Thanks, it means 'child of...' I don't know what.  Named after my mother.  C'mon in, Heather."  She motioned politely.

The bar was dark, with only two customers besides themselves.  Thank god it wasn't crowded.  Following Sasoriko to the bar, two beers were already being uncapped and served for them.  She was a regular, then.  Carefully pulling herself up into the bar stool, Rowan looked at the beer critically before smelling it and taking a chug.  Gulping down the hoarse piss with a grimace, she tried to shake off the abhorrent taste while Sasoriko had no seeming aversion to it.

Rowan's happenstance companion giggled a bit, "Not much of a drinker?"

"Called me spoiled, but I'm partial to whiskey." Rowan confessed, coughing.

"I hear that."  Sasoriko respectfully glanced and turned to the bartender.  "Your best whiskey, for my friend here."

Nodding the man pulled a shot glass and grabbed a bottle from the rack.

"So you're named after your mother…how old is she?"  Rowan asked, unsure if it was an appropriate way to start a conversation or not.

"Might as well be dead-years-old," Sasoriko snickered playfully and turned to face Rowan.  "What about you Heather?  Mom still kicking?"

The bartender sat the shot in front of Rowan, who stared down at it.  "Biological, or the real mother?"

Catching the blunt hint, Sasoriko chose, "The real one."

Rowan eyed the drink…it looked murky, no whiskey she'd had looked clouded, but she knew next nothing about alcohol besides Kodi's Canadian paint-thinner.  The memories resurfacing brought a whole new wave of displeasure and she quickly downed the shot, hoping to at least wash away the nasty taste of that beer, if nothing else.

Somberly, she replayed the day.  "Dead." She finally admitted—more to herself than to Sasoriko.

"Sounds like it was recent." Sasoriko spoke in a heartfelt tone.

Rowan flinched as a bright color flashed over her eyes, but from the look of her company, she was just hallucinating again.  "Recent enough." Rowan tried to regain normalcy.

Sasoriko never broke her stare at Rowan, but it seemed odd that the sudden flinch didn't surprise her.  "Did she go easy?"

"Quickly?  Yes." Rowan struggled with her words, "Shot in the head." A bottle was moving on its own across the counter now.  Rowan snapped her eyes shut.

"Nh." Sasoriko sympathized with sting in her voice.  "It happens to the best…" She carried on rolling up her sleeves, exposing her forearm.

A hollow silence flooded the bar in a way that had Rowan's spine rattling under the jacket the Asian-woman gave her—it felt like bugs were on her skin.

There sounded as if Sasoriko was speaking with a smile on her lips, "My mommy probably wanted to take a bullet the night she felt a knife carve out where her eyes should be." She giggled innocently.

Rowan's entire body tensed.  Slowly opening her eyes, she turned her sight to Sasoriko and instantly saw the tattoo of a black scorpion on her naked forearm.  Jumping wildly out of her bar stool, Rowan fell to the floor and instantly composed herself into a fighting stance morphing her pinky-less hand into a weapon.  As she stood waiting for an attack, Sasoriko simply turned back to her beer and laughed.  Rowan was having a hard time controlling her balance…the room felt like it was turning.  Sweating bullets and shivering, her bare feet fumbled—this wasn't right, something was in that drink—immediately she ran into walls until she found the exit out of the bar, scrambling into the night air with no hope left in her head.

~*~

Sid's mind went reeling.  His friend would be nose-deep in shit this time if they couldn't find Parker.  Not even two hours after Stein got Lord Death's 'OK' to move the woman to his lab, she escapes.  The irony of it.  He watched from the corner of his eye as Stein ceased running.  Sid stopped immediately and let go of a transforming Mira as they stood in the dry, narrow street—the moon above starting to show signs of exhaustion and a thunderhead rolled across the sky.

"Is she close?" Sid pressed.

Stein focused, "Not very, but I can she her soul…something's wrong."

Mira and Sid both tensed.  "Is she in danger?" the bandaged woman asked.

"Someone's done something to her…I can't tell what." The scientist audibly bit back his anger. "We need to hurry, now!"

~*~

Rowan didn't scream when she saw something mangled spring out of the ground at her.  Her skin was still crawling and plagued with cold sweats.  The ground felt like it was rolling under her feet if she dared to stand still, so she ran, and kept running until…Kodiak?!  She was fairly sure some skin was missing from her bare foot as she came to an abrupt halt, not sure if this was real or not.  Her violet eyes stared past the road's railing.  On the other side stood her friend, her mother, her meister—still copper-skinned, still blonde dusted with aging-grey, standing on a rooftop of the cascading Death City architecture, a new scar on her temple where the bullet broke her.

The ground was seizing again, and Rowan crumpled to her knees, never taking her eyes off of the realness that was before her, "Kodi…" she began to cry.  "NOOO!  It's not right!  YOU DIED!" She screamed.

It was a hallucination.  A hallucination.  She kept reminding herself that she was crazy, it wasn't real.  Rowan visibly jumped at a flash of white light and jumped even more at the loud crash following it.  Eyes now on the road, she watched as the bricks beneath her began to move, causing her to lay a self-inflicted punch to her temple.

More flashes, another ear-cracking crash…cold, wet pings on her skin.  Rain?  No…she had to be hallucinating.  It doesn't rain in the desert, does it?

"Ro.  It's raining.  Time to go home." Kodi's tender voice rang next to her ear.

Shivering and soaking wet, Rowan looked up to see only darkness as the street lights went out.  A flash of lightning revealing the strobe image of Kodiak face-to-face with her, the bullet hole in her head still steaming like the moment she'd been shot.  Rowan jolted, cowering away and screaming feverishly.  Kodi looked hurt by Rowan's reaction and began to take off in the downpour for the roof she first perched.

Rowan realized she wasn't going to stop running at the roof, "No…" she whispered and ran as fast as she could to keep Kodi from jumping.

She slipped on the wet road, opening the scrapes on her knees even further, only momentary lightening to guide her, but she ran.  Jumping over the road rail she heard a voice screaming out behind her, but as she watched Kodi run over the edge of the roof, she lost herself.  Tumbling down the steep rocks of the cliff, she fell hard on the roof and scrambled to the edge, looking for Kodi on the ground below...no one.  It wasn't real.

Feeling herself being scooped up by her waist, she gave up, let go.  None of this was real.  Through Stein's soaking clothes that she wore, she felt herself being carried by familiar warmth.  It wasn't real.  The sensation of rain ended but it was still pitch black with erratic flashes of light.

She felt someone lay her down on dry bricks, prying her eyes open with fingers, and holding a light to her eyes.  Fingers were on her neck, pushing against the throbbing of her artery.

"She's been drugged."  She heard Stein's voice.  Then it hit her…this was real.

"What the hell?" that was Mira's voice.

She heard Stein again. "LSD, mescaline, who knows until I do a drug screen.  Rowan?  Can you answer me?"

Should she?  What if she was wrong and this wasn't real?  "Yes…" she whispered.

"Who did this to you?" He pressed.

"That woman.  Th-th-th-the BAR!" Rowan stammered out in freakish memory and she felt Stein brace her in her ranting as the bricks moved under her, "Scorpion on her arm uh…I…FUCKING DAMN IT!  THE GROUND WON'T STOP FUCKING MOVING!"  She growled.

"Rowan, I'll make it go away, but right now I need you to concentrate, love.  What was the woman's name?  Did she tell you her name?" The professor urged.

She could smell blood close by…was he bleeding?  He wanted the woman's name.  "…Sasoriko!  Sasori—Sasoriko Sasoriko…" she began repeating as she cried.  "Sh-she knew I cut into her mother's eyes!" She screamed out.

"Sasoriko means 'child of the scorpion.'" Sid pieced together the puzzle.

Stein knew what happened the moment Rowan blurted out her last sentence.  "The daughter of the witch who kidnapped Spirit." Only he and Rowan saw what she did to that witch's head in her mind.  The only other person who could have known was the witch herself, since the old hag's curse was still connected to her.

"There's a wealthy small-business patron in town named Sasoriko Douglas.  She has a scorpion tattoo; she comes to every DWMA formal!" Sid realized.

Not trying to hide his rage, Stein lashed at Sid and Mira as the thunder crashed around them, "Sid, arrest that traitor and take her to Lord Death."

With no surprise at Stein's reaction the weapon-meister pair proceeded with the manhunt.  Knowing it was almost six o' clock in the morning, he watched through the black-out's darkness as the lightning didn't faze his weapon's dilated pupils; her constant twitching and readjusting under her imaginary moving ground.  With a furious roar, Stein struck at the brick-paved ground with soul force—cracking and sending a shock wave through the stone.  He heard her shriek in fear whilst he felt a despairing want of a blood-bath; Stein put aside his vengeance as he lifted Rowan up, carrying her back to his laboratory and reassuring the girl that he would make her better.  He would make everything better.
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