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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 One

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

The smell on the charter jet could only be justified by one word in his mind: Septic. Vasquez and his partner, Bug, didn't seem to notice and the three tried to pass the time playing poker. It came to an end halfway through their third round when some turbulence strew the cards everywhere. After an hour of Q and A about his fame amongst meisters, he ended the conversation when they started babbling about Spirit. Stein couldn't derive entertainment from examining their souls; he'd collected his data on them about six years ago and they hadn't progressed much since then.

Still, he couldn't blame them. They were content and confident in each others abilities; not overachievers like Maka and Kami. They had a half-hour left before they would touch down at Fort Yukon, where his "new partner" was recovering in the infirmary. Sleep overtook him.

~*~

"I'm still here."

The whisper sent a shockwave thorough Stein, rippling his body like splashed water.

Cracks, popping, creaking, snapping. The ripples bent his bones in ways they weren't meant to and he felt the framework of himself dislocate, fracture, and splinter under the weight of the whisper. He screamed—screamed for help. Something.

A hand reached out and snatched him upwards into a black place; the bone-breaking whisper chasing after until the door was shut. Stein could move, his bones were no longer broken, but he sat. A small light grew a meter from his face and turned into a figure—whether it was male or female couldn't be distinguished except for it's voice.

"It gets annoying, huh?" The voice rang of feminine charms.

"Very." Stein replied quietly.

"How do I know that I can trust you…" The voice mused, cupping Stein's cheek in a warm hand.

~*~

"ATTENTION PASSENGERS, WE'LL BE MAKING OUR DESCENT IN FIVE MINUTES. PLEASE FASTEN YOUR SEATBELTS AND SECURE YOUR LUGGAGE, THANKS." The intercom amplified the pilot's casual announcement, successfully jolting Stein from his dream.

The crew had cut the heating to save the fuel. There was an irritating bustle about for preparedness-sake, but Stein only needed to strap himself in. It was frigid…his bones ached…his cheek was warm. The meister's eyes snapped awake and he bolted upright in his seat, slowly bringing his hand to the comforting heat on his face. He could feel his icy fingers sapping the warmth to even out the temperature of his skin—the warmth was the shape of a hand.

"HHH-HA HA HAAAA—" He stifled his mad laughing fit before he disconcerted his fellow passengers.

Looking over to Vaquez and Bug, he noticed their paranoid stares…too late. The plane landed without complications, however the welcome was less than warm. Stein noticed through his window that it was starting to snow and that the other passengers were rushed off of the plane while the co-pilot and two agents started hustling the rest of the baggage out of the plane. Vasquez motioned for Stein to stay in his seat as the three men watched the snowfall increase steadily and a stretcher being wheeled towards the plane. Of course…how could he forget it was October.

"This is the last charter flight until Spring, isn't it?" He nudged Bug on the shoulder.

"Yeah," the middle-aged man replied "They must have a blizzard on the way if their draggin' your weapon on a plane in that state."

The stretcher came barreling in without a word spoken and the agents soon had the wheels and girl strapped down in a 1.80x1 meter baggage space behind the passenger seats. They had the Parker girl heavily drugged with Stein perceived to be Morphine, if he'd read the IV bag correctly. Holter monitor, Tobramycin, thermal blanket—the medical bare minimum.

"WHY IS THIS PLANE STILL ON THE GROUND, CAPTAIN?" A female meister yelled toward the cabin.

"Two more minutes! Donnie's giving us enough fuel to make it to Anchorage!" he yelled back.

She checked anything she could worriedly, but Stein's presence didn't go unnoticed amidst all her fidgeting. "You keep picking the wrong season to sight-see, Franken." She laughed.

"It is becoming very déjà vu, sadly." He mused as she took a seat across from him.

The meister face opposite him, Mary, was looking rougher these days, but in a charming way. The Inupiat in her genetics gave her a very handsomely-attractive build and her black hair was always a pleasure to twirl around his fingers. Regrettably, they couldn't share a bunk anymore with that gold and mother-of-pearl wedding band on her finger; she might not care, but he did. Cuckolding wasn't a turn-on for the professor and besides, they weren't lovers—he never felt such a strong emotion. A pro and con with Mary is that that level of emotion didn't click with her either, even after settling down and having three kids.

The plane finally creeping into a take-off, Mary and Vaquez both gave sighs of relief while Bug was in the back with Mary's new partner, hovering over the Parker girl and trading battle-stories whilst critiquing her recent one. Keeping an eye on this new experiment of his, his "new" partner, Stein couldn't help but be surprised at how fair she was. The only indicators of her lifestyle were her short, disheveled hair and braids and windburn being on her cheeks, nose, and hands; she certainly didn't look like the wilds woman everyone made her out to be.

"Pretty little squirt, ain't she?" Vasquez joked at the scientist's apparent staring.

He ignored the mock and rambled on with his analysis, "1.6 meters, 63 kilograms, Caucasian, Auburn hair, and minimal sun-wind exposure…she's not built for this climate, so she probably keeps her garments pretty heavy…they likely had a cabin or a permanent structure they could rely on. Have you found it yet?"

Mary frowned slightly, "Nope. She's not talking and neither are her parents, but we know there's bad blood there, so we're better off not taking their opinions to heart."

"What's the dirt?" Vasquez grimaced.

Mary passed Vasquez a knowing look, "Her family lived in Canada and were pretty isolated in the Yukon territory. When their youngest, Rowan Parker," gesturing to the weapon on the stretcher, "started freaking them out a little after her ninth birthday. When the father got a job offer in Alaska, they moved to Fort Yukon and dumped her at the Behavioral Health Center. That same night, someone broke into the facility and took off with Parker and her file and the security tapes. All we have is a statement from the psychologist that the family admitted their girl because 'She's hallucinating' and 'She says she made a new friend. They hide together in her head and her new friend can change her into a staff with knives on the ends and they go hunting together.'"

"It was her meister…"Stein trailed-off as he lit a cigarette, disregarding the no smoking sign. He gone three hours without one and his nic-fit had reached its limit.

"Yep. They searched for two weeks before the Sheriff called it. Parker's oldest brother died from a heart attack when he heard they stopped looking for his sister. Rumors fly around every now and then that the parents blame her for tearing their family apart." Mary sighed. "DWMA was never given the red flag on this until Parker and her meister were found in slush of bloody snow."

"Sloppy police work and an ignorant family. That's a bad mix." Stein took a long drag off his cigarette before glancing back at the weapon he was supposed to partner with.

"Is it true? About Spirit?" Mary asked just loud enough for him to hear.

Turning back to Mary, he gave a slight nod.

"How's his little girl and ex?"

"Not good. Kami and her partner joined the search party as soon as they heard. So did Maka and Soul. Maka's depression has escalated dramatically, but she doesn't let it affect her work ethic." He fidgeted with the massive screw to keep himself focused.

"How are you?" She pressed.

~*~

"Lord Death's assigned him another partner." Maka groaned as she collapsed on top of Soul.

Soul's red eyes burned a hole through the ceiling as meister shuffled into his room and broke the news. It made him angry; every time Maka hears it he can feel the mourning in her soul. It was like Death was trying to find someone to replace her father; nothing new in their profession, but when it hurts his Maka, it pisses him off to no end. Maka had turned eighteen yesterday and they all celebrated despite the ugly truth; Kid egged it out of Soul that the white haired scythe bought a ring earlier in the year and had planned to ask Death Scythe's blessing…and now this. His heart ached and all he could do was wrap his arms tightly around his meister like the day he'd broken her fall so long ago.

"The only reason they're using this one is 'cause she can find your Dad. That's it, you hear me." He told instead of asking as he leaned into her tiny neck and took in her scent. She had had a growth spurt in all their years together, but compared to his own, she hadn't grown much.

"Yes." She replied stubbornly.

She inched up his naked torso to plant a kiss on her weapon's lips. He kissed back fiercely before slipping a hand under her blouse, massaging her back. She could feel the heat growing in between his thighs, but she knew better than to act on it. Much to her surprise, Soul wanted to wait with her. She took it the wrong way at first, since he and Kim were known to have been sleeping together sporadically, yet she realized how serious he was when she tried to please him and he growled at her not to push him, that he 'wanted it to be right' with her.

That was the day she finally admitted she loved him—as if he didn't already know. Slowly, Maka let Soul's warmth distract her from thoughts of Stein and her father, if only for a few minutes.
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