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It's In The Blood	By : BVB.HIMisMIW Category: +S to Z > Soul Eater Views: 3632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or make any money off this fanfiction. I do, however, own my OC's Yin and Yang

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“And this is where I take my leave,” Abel bowed, smirking as he snapped his fingers. I fell onto my back as my chair vanished, along with everything else.

            “Soul!” Maka shouted, running over to me.

            I shook her off and retrieved my jacket from the corner, noticing that Yang’s purse and sunglasses were still tucked safely into one of the pockets. I looked over at her, seeing that crazed grin of hers while her eyes dashed around wildly in their sockets, never once lingering on anything for too long. The body fell as Yin changed back, watching it rolled to show a large marionette that looked like his twin. Finally did her eyes still once they landed on him.

            A shiver of fear wedged itself in my spine at the vicious look he shot at me as he grabbed her wrist, preventing her from moving closer towards Maka and I. “Where’s my sister?” he growled out, baring his teeth.

            “Hehe… hehe…” her body jerked back as he pulled hard, stopping her attempts to move.

            “Yin… you’re hurting her…” Maka spoke, sounding worried at the tight grip on the other meister’s wrist. His normally curiously bright eyes were narrowed in a glare. From his grip on her arm did ice start to snake up, creaking as it covered heated flesh.

            “Answer me!” Yang’s eyes widen as she struggled, trying to break his hold on her. Nevertheless, nothing would help as the ice made it to her neck. Instead of continuing up, it just wrapped around her neck.

            “Yin, stop it!” Maka grabbed his arm and tugged on it, trying to get him to remove his grip. “Soul, a little help here!” she shouted, glaring at me. I held my hands up; taking notice of the icy look the blue and red haired teen sent me. Yang started to sway, collapsing against her younger half.

            “Y-Yin?” flames licked at the ice, quickly melting it. Maka let go of his arm, allowing him to lower his twin to the floor. My eyes narrowed as Yang whispered something into Yin’s ear. He seemed to ignore whatever it was as he stood, walking over to me.

            “Asshole!” I rubbed the bit of blood away, staring in a completely different direction. That was not what I was expecting, but I deserved it. “Where the hell were you during all of this?!” he shouted, fisting the collar of my shirt. For someone smaller than me, he sure was strong as he was able to lift me clear off my feet. “Where were you when my sister was being attacked?”

            “Right where you found me.” I stated honestly.

            “And you did nothing?”

            “It’s not that simple, Yin!” I shouted, getting annoyed. Pain shot up my back as he slammed me against one of the cell doors.

            “It’s pretty damn simple, Soul! I trusted you to make sure she’s kept safe, that this won’t happen! The tiny bit of my sister that was still awake inside her had to scream for me to save her! To save her when you are less than ten feet away!”

            “Yin… shut up.” Yang coughed, specks of blood raining down on her as her body convulsed. She rolled over and curled up on herself, bringing her knees to her chest. Said teen dropped me, rushing to his twin’s side. “It’s not Soul’s fault…” blood oozed past her thinly pressed lips, digging her nails into her sides. The shadows around us shifted and twisted into forms that their casters could never make, almost as if they were bending down to the prone twin on the cold ground.

            “Soul…”

            “I’m fine, Maka.” I shook her hand off me. “I wasn’t lying when I said it wasn’t that simple.” I began, staring down at the cracked floor. “That blond brat—”

            “Did you say ‘blond brat’?” Yin asked. I nodded, not bothering to look up. “When Maka and I fell through the trap door in the Study did I see a blond boy giggling at us before the door closed.”

            My crimson eyes narrowed. “He’s not any snot nose punk, either.”

            “Soul, what are you talking about.”

            “He was the one behind this attack, Maka.” She gasped. “At first I thought he was a Kishin or something, but he denied quickly when I asked, getting pissed that I’d ever compare him to ‘scum’. He actually took pleasure in watching Yang be beaten by that.” I pointed over at the splintered wooden copy. “He knew my own name, and enjoyed mocking me. He forced me to watch, only to prove I couldn’t do a damn thing!” the skin on my knuckles split open as I punched the floor hard. “He told me he was an angel of God before he vanished…” I picked at the broken skin, forcing the sticky red liquid to the surface, only looking up when I heard Yang cough, crimson dots flecking her skin and the white half of her hair.

            “WE FOUND YOU!” Black*Star came smashing in, breaking a door in half.

            “Black*Star…” Tsubaki whined, noticing the damage her meister caused. The others soon filed in. Kipp rushed right over to Yang’s side, leaving a stunned Kid behind.

            “What happened?” he asked, getting straight to the point.

            “A little blond brat is what happened. But he’s not all the little…” Yin looked at my questioningly. “Apparently he can take the form of a six-year-old or a twenty-some-odd-year-old.” I explained, watching as the crimson liquid dripped off the tips of my fingers. “What do you know of Angels?” I asked, turning my bloody gaze to the young Grim reaper.

            He scowled, looking disgusted. “They are the sworn enemy of Shinigami. They like to corrupt the balance that we struggle to maintain. They’re nearly as horrid as Kishin Eggs, but a bit more intelligent.”

            “Is it normal for them to target one human, though?”

            “I am not sure. Father might know more on the subject than I ever would. Why do you ask, Soul?”

            I stared down at my bloody knuckles, hearing Yang cough softly in the background. “I don’t even know myself.”

            “We need to get her to Stein-sensei. He’ll know what to do.” Yin lifted up the nearly limp body of his sister, cradling her against his chest. Bile rose up in my throat as her hair slid away from her shoulder, exposing old scars. We all found the back exit and left the park, heading to the lab of our insane professor.

•Yin’s Point of View•

            Whispers, if even that, were echoing in the far back of my mind, begging to be heard. Yang’s nails bit into the skin of my chest, trying to feebly cling to the only source of light.

            “Don’t blame yourself, brother…” her soft voice gently brushed my mind. My grip tightened on her, feeling my soul shake slightly inside me.

            “I don’t.” she flinched back, placing her hand down on her midsection. Yang closed her eyes, only to open them and look away from me. Great, now I’ve made her sad. I looked ahead to see, just a little over the horizon, Stein-sensei’s patchwork lab.

•Stein’s Point of View•

            I blew out a plume of smoke as I adjusted the screw in my head, staring down my young students. “Would someone like to explain to me as to just why I have a beaten up Yang in my lab?” I asked, inhaling a bit of toxic smoke. “On second thought, I rather not know until we get a hold of Shinigami-sama.” I tucked my hands into my pockets and left the teens there, going to check up on my latest subject.

            “Stein-sensei?” I looked over my shoulder to see Soul Eater standing there, looking miserable. It reminded me of the look Maka had on her face during his operation.

            I sighed, fixing my glasses. “I’m sure Yang’ll be fine, Soul. Don’t worry, okay?” he kicked at the ground, rocking back and forth on his heels. I already sewn his hand closed, I rather him not rip the stitches out so soon. “Anyways, you’ll probably end up pissing her of if you do.” I waved him off, going to her room. “You know he’s really blaming himself for what happened, Lucy.”

            Icy black and white orbs glared at me, causing my own shadow to twitch. “Lucy is dead.” She reminded me, pulling the white sheet over her body. I picked up the clipboard that rested at the foot of the sterile bed, pulling away her only protection. “You know this is highly improper, Stein-sensei…” Yang was kneeling on the stiff bed, bare of anything, only her long hair covering her more intimate of areas.

            “Only if I found 17-year-old girls sexually appealing, no matter how mature their body might be.” I stated, shrugging my shoulders, as I looked everything over. “By the by, it seems the carpet matches the drapes. I’ll be sure to inform Soul about this.” Tilting my head slightly, I missed being hit by the scalpel she threw. “Temper. We don’t want a repeat of what happened early to happen again, now do we?” She huffed, grabbing at the discarded sheet to cover herself again. “Soul, you can come in now.”

            The door opened, squeaking slightly, as the white haired scythe walked in. I couldn’t help the bubbling feeling of sick pleasure as I watched his face burst into flames as he fell to the floor, still holding onto the knob. “Oh damn…”

            Rummaging around in the desk, I had in there, smirking when I found what I was looking for. “Here, you might need these.” I dropped the white box onto Soul’s chest.

            “Huh?” he sat up, looking at it. “WHAT THE HELL?! THIS IS SO NOT COOL, STEIN!” he shouted, waving around the box of condoms.

            “W-what?” Yang sputtered, holding the sheet to her chest.

            “Hmm…” for a second there, I could have sworn I seen her soul flicker slightly. It was a soft charcoal color, wearing her trademark fedora with its tiger lily tucked in the band. It quickly changed back to looking like mine. “Have fun, you two. Be as loud as you want. These walls are sound proof…”

            “Gah!” Yang hid her face with her knees. Soul looked a little scared as he eyed me; I only shrugged, closing the metal door behind me.

            “Those two are just too cute together.” I chuckled, looking down at the clipboard that was still in my hands. “Now, what to do about this mess?”

            “Where’s Soul?” Yin growled, looking around as I entered the lounge room. He kept crossing and uncrossing his arms in his agitation, pacing back and forth. Maka sighed, looking at him sadly. I could only guess that she could not even calm him down.

            “With you sister, of course.”

            “WHAT?” he stopped pacing to stare at me with wide blue and red eyes. “Why the fuck would you—”

            “I did it to test a theory I have, also to see if I could make Soul feel as awkward as possible.”

            “But isn’t Yang without clothes?” Tsubaki asked, eyeing the dual hair colored teen warily. The blood quickly drained out of Yin’s face as he went to stalk past me, heading to his sister’s room.

            “I don’t think so.” I grabbed the hood of his coat and yanked him back, forcing him to stumble back into Maka. He glared at me from his spot on the floor, but I just waved him off.

•Yang’s Point of View•

            I fell back, looking at the violent lights, resting my right forearm against my forehead, clutching the thin sheet to my bare chest as my hair fanned out around me. The mattress dipped slightly as Soul sat down by my hip. Oh God, he looked so pathetic; just staring down at his stitched up knuckles with that wounded puppy look.

            “I’m—”

            “If you say you’re sorry, so help me, I will beat the shit out of you.” I threatened, narrowing my eyes at him. “I fucking hate pity.” I rolled onto my right side, facing away from him. Soul growled angrily from behind me. “What are—”

            My face was buried in the stiff pillow as he moved my hair away, exposing my back. I bit down on the fabric, fighting back tears as he held my wrists down. “Who did this?” he bit out, bring my wrists together so he could hold them with one hand. They were just that small.

            I flinched, feeling his hot breath against my cold skin. I always seem to be a scared little mouse when it came to my bare back. Soul traced a few of my many scars along the dip of my back, causing me to shiver at such gentle touches. “My father!” his touches stilled, along with his breathing. “Both my father and mother did this to me. More so the former than the latter.” My tears burned, rolling down my cheeks, making the pillow damp with the salty water and my saliva. Peering over my shoulder, I stared at Soul with my watery eyes. “I’m not some spoiled brat like I’ve heard the other students call me. I am far from perfect. I have my own secrets and the scars they have cost me.” His sharp teeth bit into his lower lip. “I’m human! I am flawed and imperfect. I have my good days and my bad days. I have days where I can perform flawlessly, and days where I am subpar. I shouldn’t be at fault for being human…”

            Soul had let me go, allowing me to get to my knees as I covered my face. I always hated crying, it always found a way to make me feel sick with myself, as if I was not strong enough. The air left my lungs as I was pulled back into a tight embrace. The coldness of the metal zipper easily told me who it was. The sheet slipped from my grasp as he tightened his hold around my midsection, exposing a good portion of my front. It did not seem to matter that I was mostly nude, or that Soul was hugging me from behind in a soundproof room, nuzzling the left side of my neck. “You shouldn’t have had to go through that.”

•Stein’s Point of View•

            It basically took Maka and Black*Star sitting on Yin to prevent him from hunting down Soul and possibly killing him. Yin stared up at me, narrowing his eyes. I chuckled, finding it all amusing. Who knew teasing your students could be such fun? The large full body length mirror to my right started fizzling, signaling Shinigami-sama’s arrival. “Wazzup, wazzup, wazzup?” he asked, bouncing around in the mirror that held his image. “Oh, hello Kiddo, you’re looking really cute today~♥”

            “Father, please. There’s nothing ‘cute’ about a full grown male.” The younger Grim Reaper frowned as Kipp giggled silently behind him.

            “Your birthday is in two months, Kid. You’re still seventeen until then.” Kipp reminded, prodding at his back.

            “Kipp’s right, Kiddo.” Shinigami-sama agreed, nodding what one would assume to be his head. “But that’s for another time. You wouldn’t have called me for no reason, Stein-kun…”

            I stubbed out my cigarette with the bottom of my shoe. “The reason I’ve called you is because our students seem to have been attacked while at Deathpark today. Yang suffered minor cuts and bruises, but her mind seems to be a little askew…”

            “Hm… Anything else I should know about, Stein-kun?” the Grim Reaper asked.

            “Soul mentioned something about an angel being the mastermind behind the attack.” Kid spoke.

            “An angel you say?” Shinigami-sama grew surprisingly serious. “This is serious if an angel is involved.” He mused to himself.

            “How? I thought angels were good and pure beings.” Maka spoke, looking confused.

            “That’s what most religions want you to think. In reality, angels are up there with Kishin in causing havoc. However, angels do it as a more ‘up close and personal’ type of way. Humans seem to trust angels due to their unnatural beauty and their ability to appear as children. Honestly, what human is afraid or would suspect a child?”

            “He has a point. Even that chibi witch wasn’t frightening, and you must be pretty fucked up to harm a kid without a reason anyways.” Black*Star spoke, still sitting on Yin.

            “Exactly, and because it’s a rarity for angels to mingle with humans, we have documented sightings. Is there anything you can tell me about this one?”

            “He called himself Abel.” I turned, allowing Soul Eater to enter the room.

            “In the Bible, Abel is the name of Adam and Eve’s son that was killed by his brother Cain.” Kid informed us.

            His father nodded. “Correct, but there isn’t any known angels by that name… It could be an alias…”

            Soul was picking at the thread that was keeping his knuckles together. “He has golden blond hair and goldish brown eyes; he wears blue plaid shorts, a white button down, and a matching blue plaid tie.”

            “This is very bad. He is a known angel that goes after very special people. We never had a name for him until now. We just called him ‘The Poacher’.” The Grim Reaper frowned, scratching his chin. Yin went still, eyes widening. “Oh, this is very, very bad. Mainly if Yang can’t control her temper.” His image turned to me, just as Spirit appeared, looking mildly confused. “Until I see fit, you and Deathscythe-kun will be in charge of training Yang so this doesn’t happen again.”

            “What happened to Yang-san, Shinigami-sama?” Spirit asked, casting a quick glare at Soul.

            “Shinigami-chop!” the large cartoon hand came down hard across Spirit’s head, sending him crashing to the floor.

            “Well, I have more tests to run. I’ll let you know what I find out once I’m done.” I cranked my screw a few times.

            “STEIN!”

            “Yes?”

            “You better not dissect her while she’s sleeping!” Spirit shouted, looking horrified.

            “Now, why on earth would I do that?” I asked, lighting up. His face turned deathly pale. “After all, you’re still my favorite test subject.” Before he had a chance to reply, the mirror returned back to normal. “Now,” looking at the others as I turned my screw, “it’s getting late, you all have class in the morning, and I have some more tests to run. So go home.” They all did, though Yin and Soul hesitated a bit. “If you both don’t leave, I’ll be sure to include you in my next dissection.” With that being said, they both left quite quickly. “Now then, let’s see how to fix this.”

•Yang’s Point of View•

            Sighing, I stared at the dim lights in the room, lying down on the hard bed. “What’s this supposed to do?” I asked, eyeing my strange professor. He stuck these patches on my chest and along my arms, which I then rested across my stomach.

            “The patches will allow for me to monitor your soul and its wavelength, the MRI is just to make sure—”

            “That I don’t have a screw loose?” I sarcastically replied, taking notice of Stein-sensei’s smirk.

            “Exactly.” With that being that, he pushed a button on the side, sending me deep inside the tube. Closing my eyes, relaxing as the scan started. Static sounded as Stein-sensei buzzed in. “I’m going to show you some things, just to see how your body reacts to them. Okay?”

            “Let’s just get this over with.”

            “If that’s what you wish.” More static as a screen turned on above me. My body seized up on me, preventing any movement, as images of my parents zoomed by. Cold metal wrapped around my wrists and ankles, aiding in preventing me from thrashing.

•Stein’s Point of View•

            Yang thrashed about, trying to fight against her restraints as images of Rachelle and Gregory Ashton flashed across the screen. Her wavelength kept fluctuating, reminding me of a tsunami in that regards, the brain activity also off the charts. ‘Seems we found the main trigger…’ I mused, lighting up and inhaling toxic fumes. I took notice as every inch of darkness around us twitched and lashed out uncontrollably. Pressing a few keys on the keyboard in front of me, I watched as her wavelength calmed down, along with the brain activity. Different pianos and dancers filtered across, but everything spiked when a violin was placed upon the monitor. ‘The second trigger. A very minor one, but a trigger nonetheless…’

            Smirking, I pressed a few more keys, bringing up some of the photos I collected of the students, after all, all study subjects should have an image to go with what you’re studying. There was some interesting spikes in both Yang’s brain and wavelength activity when I showed her a picture of Soul working on his motorbike. “Well, that sure is interesting.” Musing silently to myself, I jot down a few things. “Are you allergic to roses?” I asked, buzzing down to her.

            “They give me a bad rash once, but I’ve never liked them anyways. They’re an overrated flower.” Yang calmly stated, sounding drained.

            “Okay. I have all the information I need for now. I suggest staying after class tomorrow, understood?”

            The bed came out, allowing Yang to sit upright on it, throwing her legs to the side to get up. She was wearing an overly large white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. “Yes. So I’m guessing you have a plan to deal with my little problem?”

            “You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?”

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I had to retype the last half because Word was being a fucking dick, like normal. So, besides my normal reviewer, can you guys drop me some hints if this series is worth continuing or anything? I'd like to know that I'm not wasting my time on it, and that I'm not being a crummy writer... -le sighs- so tell me your thoughts, what'd you like to see, anything, pls?
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