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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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  “I hope you’re ready,” commented Stein-sensei, waking me up from my dreamless sleep. Groaning, I sat up, noticing the pile of clothes on a stand. Stein-sensei said nothing, just leaving me to my thoughts. Throwing off the clothes I had on last night, I picked up the clean clothes that was meant for me. It was a knee length black and red strapless dress. Sighing, I placed it on, followed by the silver heels, fingerless arm warmers, jewelry, little bit of makeup, and a black and red varsity athlete’s jacket, making sure to untuck my long hair.
            Leaving the room, I quickly followed Stein-sensei, eating some breakfast before heading to the school.
            Stein-sensei gestured for me to go first, once we arrived. I gave him an odd look, but went in anyways. The class stopped talking as I entered, just staring me down. In addition, most of the seats where already full, leaving the seat next to Soul, in the center of the classroom, open.

•Soul’s Point of View•
            My eyes widen when Yang entered, causing my jaw to drop as the shoulder of the Letterman jacket she had on slid down, showing a peak of her cleavage, as she fiddled around with the skirt. “You’re gonna catch flies that way, Soul…” teased Liz, leaning over her desk. I blushed and quickly looked away, internally groaning as she walked up the steps, her heels clicking against the hard wood as she walked up, hips swaying. “Man, can you be any more obvious?” I shot a glare at Liz as she chuckled.
            “Mind telling me what’s so funny?” inquired Yang, tilting her head as she glanced at both of us.
            “Kid had another freak out.” I spoke before the longhaired blonde person had a chance.
            “Again?” Yang deadpanned, rolling her eyes. Standing, I allowed her to squeeze through, taking the seat next to me, on the other side of Kym.
            “What’s with the hot outfit?” the tri-colored teen asked, looking at her friend.
            “Hell if I know. It was in the room I was staying in this morning.” Yang twirled a strand of her black hair around her fingers as I reclaimed my seat next to her. The black and white haired young woman plugged in her iSkull, sharing earbuds with Kym.
            “Is this Bad Things by Jace Everett?” Kym asked, eyeing her friend.
            “Yeah. Why?”
            “It’s just… isn’t it a more… sexual song?”
            “Point?”
            “Smartass…” Stein-sensei took that moment to roll in, falling flat on his back in the process. Yang stashed her music device away quickly, straightening up in her seat.
            Standing up, and twisting the screw in his head, Stein reclaimed his seat. “Instead of the normal school work, today will be about other ways to control ones Soul Wavelength.” He lit up, wheeling down. “Follow me, please.” We all stood, Yang stumbling slightly as we left the room, going down the multiple hallways to—
            “Is this a dance hall?” Maka asked, looking around.
            “Yes.” Yin answered, not making eye contact with his twin. She did not bother, either, as she set her bag and jacket down against the wall.
            “Will Kid and Yang please step forward?” asked Stein, his glasses shining as the both step forward. “Yang, you know what I’m about to ask, don’t you?”
            “Obviously.” Yang sarcastically replied, turning to face Kid. “So, Grim Reaper-kun, remove the jacket. It’ll just get in the way.” She ordered, pointing over to her own folded Varsity jacket, her sunglasses resting on top of it. “May I ask what style we’re to do?”
            “Argentine Tango.” A plume of smoke was exhaled. “But before you begin, let me remind you both that you’re to match Soul Wavelengths and keep them in tune throughout the whole dance performance.”

•Yang’s Point of View•
            Kid came back over, wearing a crisp white button down that was tucked into his equally crisp black slacks, that was held into place by a black leather belt; the belt buckle in the shape of Shinigami-sama’s mask. In addition, to add more to his already classic ensemble, was the black suspenders he wore, that had a single white pinstripe going down the center. “Do you trust me?”
            Kid looked at me curiously. “Why would you need to ask that?”
            A smirk found its way across my ruby painted lips. “Just shut up and follow my lead.” I dismissed his question as Sid-sensei started the song. It ‘Libertango’ by Bond. I fixed his stance a bit, as he placed a hand on the small of my back, just as he quickly grasped my right with his left hand. Our chests were pressed close together, as we danced; only using the lower half of our bodies, as was required to perform the steps. Never once did we break eye contact as our wavelengths tied, staying in harmony with each other. I moved my left leg, locking it with his right before unlocking and twisting my hips opposite of his own. Guess being a God of Death has its benefits when it comes to being light on ones feet.
            It was soon over though, as the music came to a stop. Clapping was heard as we parted, staring at our class. “Bravo~ Bravo~” we both turned to see Shinigami-sama clapping his large cartoon hands. “Way to go, Kiddo. Also, I wouldn’t expect anything less of you, Yang.” I pushed my bangs behind my ears.
            “Thank you, Shinigami-sama.” I bowed, blushing lightly.
            “Any who, there’s a reason I’m here right now.” He confessed, staring us all down.
            “What is it, Father?” asked Kid, looking ever the refrain gentleman.
            “It’s about what we discussed earlier this week, Kiddo~” his son nodded in understanding. “Another reason these ‘lessons’ are happening, is because, on Kid’s birthday in a few months, there’ll be a small dance competition that involves keeping your Soul Wavelengths in tune with your partners’. Whomever wins gets an automatic passing grade on the next big test. In addition, except for a few exceptions, like Black*Star, no one is allowed to be paired up with their current partner. So choose wisely~” Shinigami-sama then went over to talk to Stein-sensei as the crowd broke up, running over to people to be their partner. I flat out refused mostly everyone who asked me, while Maka asked Yin.
            “Ah… Kid…” I turned to see a flustered Kym pushing her index fingers together.
            “Hm?” he looked at her inquisitively.
            “W-Will you be my partner?” her cheeks turned pink.
            Kidd looked a little taken back; shocked that she asked him as his own pale cheeks gained some color. “I don’t see why not.” Was his answer. Kym smiled, nodding once.
            “Man… this is so uncool.” Soul sighed, resting his chin on my bare shoulder, wrapping an arm around my hips. “But if we’re forced to do this stupid thing, would you mind being my partner?” I could hear him smirking as my body went ridged.
            “A-And why would I be partners with you?” I asked, my face flushing a soft shade of pink. “I take dancing very seriously, mainly when it comes to a competition.” I stated, quickly crossing my arms. His fingers dug into my hip, spinning me around so I faced him. “What are—?”
            “Shut up.” He ordered, preforming the simple waltz with me. “Where you about to ask if I can even dance?”
            Blushing, I looked away as he grabbed my waist, lifting me effortlessly. “S-shut up!” he snickered, twirling me.

•Kipp’s Point of View•
            “Could they be any more obvious?” Liz asked, filing her nails.
            “Well, those two aren’t much better.” I gestured over to Tsubaki and Black*Star, both of whom were practicing their steps.
            “You have a point.” Kid agreed, causing my face to flush a light pink.
            “Oh! I nearly forgot. All dance performances must be completely original.” Shinigami-sama told us, waving his farewell.
            “So that means any classical dances are a no, Kid. You’ll actually have to be creative and make mistakes.” Yang smirked, having Soul spin her out to us. “By the way, do any of you have outfits to dance in? Or outfits for Kid’s party?” she asked, giving us all a dull look as we shook our heads. She snapped her fingers. “Yin.”
            He appeared next to his sister. “Yes, Sister?”
            “We’re going shopping.”
            “Oh? What for?”
            “These idiots.”
            He placed his hands against his cheeks. “Why must we go shopping for them?”
            “For one, do you trust Black*Star to get clothes that are appropriate for Kid’s party and performance?” Yin shook his head. “Exactly. For another, Kid would have a heart-attack if we didn’t get similar themed outfits.”
            “I would not!” argued Kid, looking offended.
            “Would so.” Liz fired back, also giving him a very dull look.
            “You all are giving me a headache…” Yang sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Seeing as you need to pass our next test, Soul, let’s go plan.” She grabbed the scythe by his jacket’s sleeve, pulling him over to her own coat. He did not seem to mind, following her like a lost puppy.
            “Let’s go plan, too, Maka!” Yin cheered, causing the green-eyed blond to nod, smiling as they went over to their own corner.

•Yang’s Point of View•
            “First, how good are you at lifts?”
            “What’s that?”
            “Are you serious?” he scratched at his head, having the decency to blush. “Get up. Now.” He stumbled to his feet as I also got to mine. “Stand a few feet back.” Soul did as told, walking back a few feet. “I’m going to run at you, and I fully trust you to grab me by my waist and lift me above your head, holding me there for a few seconds before putting me back down. Got it?” the crimson-eyed teen nodded, taking a deep breath, before exhaling through his nose.
            “Ready.” I jogged to Soul, bracing myself for the lift. Soul’s warm hands grasped at my waist as he shifted his weight on his feet a bit, bringing me up, but not above his head, as we tumbled down. He landed on his back, hands resting down on either side of his head, while I was straddling his hips. “Okay, that didn’t go as planned.” Soul winced, groaning lowly in his through.
            “Ya think?” Soul’s face turned pink as I rested more of my weight on my knees, my own mismatched eyes narrowing at him. “For a guy, you have pretty bad upper body strength.” I commented, still sitting on top of him.
            “Well sorry! Not every guy can be like Black*Star!”
            “Even so, we’re going to have to work on this.” I leaned forward, placing the palms of my hands flat on the wooden floor on either side of his head. A bubble of excitement rose in my chest as his face turned bright red, my black and white hair curtaining our faces. “Enjoying yourself?” I teased, feeling his body tense under me as I continued to straddle his hips.
            “S-Shut up!”

•Stein’s Point of View•
            “I thought you had left… Shinigami-sama.” I turned to face the tall, lean, black haired man that appeared in his mid to late 30’s. Just like his son, he was wearing a crisp black suit, but with white pinstripes, a white dress shirt and skull shaped tie. However, unlike his son, who obsessed over symmetry, the ruler of Death did not. His black hair hung in his face and around his ears in random choppy lengths, almost hiding a pair of bright purple pair of eyes.
            “And miss Kiddo’s first class dance lesson?” he dodged my unasked question. A white band formed a halo around his crown, giving him an almost sinister angelic look. “Stein-kun, do you see what I see?” he asked, staring over at where Yang and Soul were, the former still straddling the latter.
            Cleaning off my glasses lenses, I placed them back on, looking at both teens. I could not see their faces, due to Yang’s long hair, but I could see their souls clear as day. “So I wasn’t seeing things the other night.” I mumbled.
            “Care to explain, Stein?” Shinigami-sama asked.
            “The other night, before you appeared, I left those two alone in a room together. Before I left, I swore I seen what Yang’s actual soul looked like.”
            “Things have gotten more interesting, it seems.”
            “Shinigami-sama?”
            “Humans think it’s a myth, but ‘Soul mates’ actually exist. It is how I found my late wife. Basically when two souls call out and latch onto one another is how the bond is established.”
            “Just like theirs, right?”
            “Yup.” His eyes trailed from the teens back to me. “Because of this, if Yang wanted to, she could easily be Soul’s meister; probably an even better one than Maka. But I doubt she’d ever do this unless pressed to use a different weapon.” Shinigami-sama rocked back and forth on his heels. “You’re itching to prove a theory, aren’t you Stein-kun?” he stated, going back to watching his son talk with Kipp about their performance. “Don’t you think Kiddo and Kipp-chan look nice together?” I could see a smile form on his ashen face; his eyes twinkling happily behind jagged bangs.
            “What are you plotting, Shinigami-sama?” I questioned, eyeing him closely.
            “Hohoho! You’ll just have to wait and see, Stein.”
            “Last I checked, you ruled over death, not love.”
            “Ah, but Cupid is a good friend of mine.” He responded, looking eerily serious with his answer.
            “You’re joking, right?” bright purple orbs twinkled madly as he smiled, leaving the dance hall. “He has gotta be joking.”
            “BLACK*STAR!” I turned around to see Yang catch Tsubaki due to the blue haired assassin’s stupidity, making both girls fall to the floor. “Ow! You asshole!” she got up with Soul’s help, only to punch Black*Star in the face. “Don’t try stupid shit, like lifts, without any safety precautions!”
            “You okay, Tsubaki?” Kid asked, helping her up. She nodded, dusting off her skirt.
            “Yang, aren’t you taking this a little too seriously?” she timidly asked.
            “She isn’t. You’re lucky you didn’t fall and break your neck when he dropped you.” Yin stated, gently placing Maka back down on her feet. “Unless you fully trust your dance partner, and know the basics of a lift, you really shouldn’t try one. And if you do try it, please do it in a lake or somewhere of the like, to reduce injuries.” He explained. “Want to try again, Maka?”
            The pigtailed scythe meister nodded, looking determined. “Let’s do it.” Yin nodded, walking back a few feet, easily avoiding Ox. “Ready?” again Yin nodded; only slightly adjusting his stance. Maka took that as her cue and ran towards him. Yin easily grabbed her by the waist, lifting her high above his head. He pressed up against her waist, causing the young meister to spin and land on his shoulder, where he proceeds to wrap an arm around her upper and lower legs. “Ta-da!”
            Yin placed her down on her feet. “Sis?” Yang offered her outstretched arm, being spun back into her twin’s embrace. Yin grabbed at her hips, lifting her easily above his head, causing her to arch up towards the ceiling. “Ready?”
            “Whenever you are.” She answered, being tossed high in the air. Yin caught her around the waist, holding her outer leg up, as her face was just inches above the floor. “Trust and skill, otherwise a broken face.”
            “How long have you two been dancing?” Tsubaki asked, looking curious.
            “Since we were three.” They both answered, their voices sounding like one.
            “If I don’t have any private lessons with Stein-sensei tomorrow, I suggest you all come over to our house to practice a bit before breaking off. For the girls, I demand you all wear tights, a free flowing skirt, sports bra, and a pair of comfortable heels.” Maka’s face paled slightly at the mention of ‘sports bra’ and ‘heels’.
            “Th-The boys won’t be there, of course… Right?”
            “Of course they will, Maka. Except for Kid, who only needs a bit of work, the others need to be taught a lot on stance and safety.” Yang explained. “Yin, mine telling the boys what they must be wearing?”
            “Sure. I suggest wearing an A-shirt or a muscle shirt, loose shorts or sweats and tennis shoes.”
            “Ah, out of curiosity, who is your partner, Sam?” Kipp asked, looking up at her lavender haired weapon. He pointed over to both of the Thompson sisters.
            “There’s an odd number of girls in class, so someone has to have two partners, and I thought ‘why the hell not?’”

•Yang’s Point of View•
            “Are you sure you want me to go?” asked Yin, waiting with me after school. Maka was waiting just outside the classroom, playing with the hem of her skirt.
            “I’m sure. Anyways, Stein-sensei would get mad if you came.” He exhaled heavily, nodding as he begrudgingly left with Maka trailing after him. “How long are you gonna eavesdrop, Sensei?” I asked, facing the dark corner.
            “I thought I’d just give you two a little privacy before your lesson, is all.” He wheeled himself out, twisting that large screw in his head a few times. “Follow me.” Stein-sensei just launched himself backwards; falling in the process as the wheels was caught on the doorframe, sending him sprawling across the tiled ground.
            “Ah, Sensei~” I cringed internally, hearing that woman’s voice. I left the room, seeing the most peculiar sight ever. Medusa stood over Stein-sensei, giving him a good look up her dress to her panties — if she wore any. Apparently, she just noticed this, causing her to step on his face. “This is sexual harassment!”
            ‘Only if anyone found you sexually appealing…’ I could not help but think, catching the nasty look she shot at me. I did not trust it, but our staring match was broke as Stein-sensei broke out laughing, climbing back on his chair.
            “Are you sure you don’t have me confused with Senpai?” he asked, chuckling. Medusa had the decency to fake a blush, looking anywhere but at the stitched up Professor. He did not seem to mind as he gestured for me to follow him. I did so, following closely after.
            “I’d be careful, if I were you.” Medusa hissed as I passed.
            “If you’re talking about that snake that I found in our garden, I quickly cut off its head before it could slither away.” I stated, watching her body tense with sick amusement. As I turned the corner, I swore I heard a snake hissing angrily, almost as if it was throwing a fit. “Sensei, did you hear that?”
            “You should know better than to poke at a poisonous viper.” He warned, rolling down the long hallway as Albarn-san rounded a corner, joining us to our trip to one of the training gardens. “For your first lesson, I just want you to meditate and try to bend the shadows around you.” Stein-sensei stated.
            I nodded, going to the middle of the garden, and sitting on my knees as I tuck my skirt under me, as I closed my eyes. I tried focusing my breathing, but it was difficult as I felt as if I was being watched. “Try focusing.” Albarn-san encouraged from the sidelines.
            My skin felt as if it was crawling, making me groan in defeat as I got back up. “You’re not done, yet.” Sensei stated.
            “You think I don’t know that?” I sent him a heated glare. Stein-sensei just shrugged it off. “You try meditating when something is watching you.” My glare was casted at the sky, making my skin crawl to the point that it felt like maggots were wiggling under the flesh itself. “I know you’re watching. Moreover, if you do not mind me simply saying… Please go fuck yourself. Your soul is disgusting and unbalanced. It makes me physically ill, to the point where I am fighting the urge to throw up. It is so disgusting, that it feels like maggots are wiggling under my skin. So either fuck off, or die. Either would make me happy.” The wind blew my hair in front of my face, making notice the few random strands of white that was not supposed to be mixed with my black hair as a solid black dome formed around us, using the natures’ own darkness as a shield.
            “Oh thank the stars! Glad to see you’re not an airhead that’d let that skin crawling feeling slide.” My voice purred as I slowly turned. Both Stein-sensei and Albarn-san stiffened visibly at the sight before us. “And no, you’re not going mad.” Looking like a white haired doll version, with matching white eyes, of myself stood across from me, some of the darkness still clinging to her form. “Hello, Lucy… or is it Yang?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.
            “Who are you?” I asked, ignoring her question.
            “I guess you can say I’m a fragmented personality… though that isn’t really true in our case, now is it?” we were now slowly circling each other, almost like two lionesses ready to fight.
            “Are you claiming to be me, like that puppet?”
            “Don’t need to claim anything. I am not you, and you are not you. Well, yet… anyways.” She spoke calmly. “You are not you, seeing as a chunk of your soul is out there.” A long slender finger was pointing towards the outside world. “He wouldn’t be here, if you didn’t wish for it.”
            “Are you implying that Yin was to be a stillborn?” I questioned.
            “It seems that, when not one, certain information is lost.” She mused. “But even then, you are not one, because you refuse apart of yourself.”
            “I don’t refuse anything.”
            “Lies. You refuse your shield. With only your weapon, you are only half as strong as you should have been with both weapon and shield… You will lose many battles, and even the war, if you do not have a shield to protect you from attacks.” She scolded me.
            “Then explain. What is my shield?”
            She raised her hand slowly as both older men watched her with wary eyes. Slipping away from the darkness was a hand, before a small body took form. “We are your shield.” Both my present and past voice spoke clearly, as I eyed the small child. The little girl took a seat by Albarn-san, making sure to tuck her skirts under her.
            “You don’t wish to remember, but you must. Such as one of your cousins. And the reason you hate roses.”
            “He shouldn’t have tried using one of the thorny vines to peek up my skirt.” I stated in a low voice. “I punched him and shoved him into the rose bush. It was then found out I was allergic to roses because of his stunt.”
            “And what of your mother’s brother?”
            “We were seven. It was two years after the rose bush incident. Uncle came for his first ever visit. I didn’t like the way he kept staring at Yin.” I began, watching as Albarn-san’s body seemed to shake.
            “Which, in turn, was as if he was staring at you. But what did you do to him?”
            “When our parents were out, and he tried sneaking to Yin’s room, I pushed him over the railing and dropped knives by his head and groin.”
            “And you told him something, did you not?” she prodded.
            “I told him that I was the shadows themselves, and that if he ever tried going near my other half that I’d make sure the darkness swallowed him whole.”
            “You prevented something bad from happening to your younger twin by using the darkness that always bent to your will as a shield.” She whispered softly.
            “If the darkness is my shield, then explain why I have these!” I shouted, lifting my hair to show the visible scars the littered my exposed skin.
            “They only began when you ruined your mother’s beauty, in your father’s eyes.”
            “I was five. All five-year-olds make mistakes. I shouldn’t have been punished for stumbling.” I spoke.
            “So when your mother went to strike you for your tiny mistake, what did you do?”
            “What any angry child would do. I grabbed her right arm and bit down hard on it.”
            “You bit her hard enough to break skin and leave a scar.”
            “She started wearing golden wrist braces after that.”
            “Meaning she prevented you from getting her left arm. She knew that if you were ever to bite her, you might end up breaking the skin and going deep to her vein that leads to her heart. However, she was not perfectly even and balanced. This caused your father to take it out on you, the child who ruined his wife’s beauty.”
            “I hear a ‘but’ in there…” Stein-sensei spoke for the first time since we have become trapped.
            “But, you placed all these horrible moments in the limitless place that existed. All dark thoughts belong in the darkness, don’t they?” She explained. “Your darkness absorbed it all, giving you fuel to become a better person than your parents ever will. It gave you a reason to keep Yin as blissfully unaware as he is. You just need to accept that darkness is a part of you. Accept it and move away from the past. Accept me.”
            “To accept that past, but never forget.”
            “Accept, but never forget.”
            “Never forget that you use it for a pure reason.” The little girl was holding onto my skirt. “Never forget that—”
            “Without darkness, there would be no light.” My white haired doppelgänger finished.
            I winced, grabbing at my head as the words left her wine stained lips. “Without light, there would be no darkness. Without darkness, there would be no light. Without me, there would be no Yin. He is my light. My light that I used to give him a soul while we were still in the womb.”
            “Now you’re remembering the truth.” They spoke as one again.
            “I would have been born alongside a corpse.” I mumbled, my other hand grabbing at my head. “He had to exist to give my world balance… to give it meaning.” I reached out to her. Her fingers intertwined our fingers together. “But I have to accept the darkness to retain that balance.” They both started to vanish, along with the black dome around us, causing me to pitch forward once they were gone; falling right into Albarn-san’s arms.
            “It’s alright. I’ve got you, Yang-chan…” he spoke softly.
            His warmth… it was comforting. I curled against him, holding tight onto his black blazer. “Thank you… papa…” with that being said, I fell deep asleep.

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