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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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   Sam didn’t bother knocking on the door; he and Kipp just entered and took their seats at the top right center. Yin decided it was a good idea to grab my suit’s lapels and drag me behind him as he entered. Sitting backwards in a stitched up computer chair was a silver haired man with a giant screw in his head. Hanging loosely from his pale lips was a lit smoke. “You must be the new students Shinigami-sama told me about.” He stated. “I’m your teacher, Professor Franken Stein.” Yin and I both bowed slightly. “Introduce yourselves to the class then.” Stein-sensei waved his hand dismissively.

       I stood on Yin’s right, lifting the brim of my black fedora slightly. “Ohayou gozaimasu.” We both stated, bowing formally.

       “Hajimemashite. Yang desu. Douzo yoroshiku onegaishimasu.” A pair of crimson eyes caught my attention as I subtly stared at the owner.

       “Hajimemashite~ Yin desu. Douzo yoroshiku onegaishimasu~” Yin stated cheerfully, smiling and waving at a few random people who replied in kind.

       “I’m guessing you two are already partners, but Shinigami-sama never told me which of you was the meister and which was the weapon.” Stein-sensei stated, blowing out a stream of smoke.

       “Sister?”

       “Brother.” We both nodded as I held out my left arm, keeping my right hand buried into my pocket. He quickly transformed into his Khyber knife form, the Rosary that hung between his tightly clasped fingers gently swayed as I rested the spine of the knife against my left shoulder. Even in this form, he was still the same height as I was, but maybe a few inches shorter than his human form.

       Stein-sensei adjusted the screw in his head by turning it clockwise a few times, humming softly. “Interesting… but there’s more to it than just that, isn’t there?” he asked, getting a weird gleam in his eyes as he smirked. I didn’t say anything as I sat Yin down point first, having him return back to normal in his crouched position, standing at the balls of his feet.

       “YOU!” someone shouted. We looked up to see who was talking… well, more like shouting.

       “Sister, is that—?”

       “Yup.” I popped the ‘p’ as I cut off Yin’s question. It was the boy from earlier. The one that tried to pick a fight with me.

       “Black*Star…” his partner mumbled, looking slightly embarrassed by her meister’s actions. Hell, even I would. He had his right foot on the desktop as he pointed down at me; his eyes narrowed.

       “Yes?” I drawled out, already bored as I lowered the brim of my fedora.

       “How could someone as small as you beat a guy as big as me?!” he shouted.

       “Seriously? Are you compensating for something, big man?” that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Yin fell to the floor in hysterics as the class laughed along with him. I was just beyond bored and really tired. The blue haired boy’s face was a bright red. From anger or embarrassed, I wasn’t sure which.

       My eyes widen a fraction as he appeared before me, aiming a well placed knee to my stomach. If it wasn’t for me arching my back at the last second, I would’ve seriously taken some damage. The room was so silent, that you could hear a feather drop as I skidded back a few paces. Stein-sensei looked as if he was watching his most favorite sporting event; not even bothering to stop the round house kick that was coming for me. “BLACK*STAR!” someone shouted in the back, just as I ducked and swung my elbow towards his midriff. His free hand came and easily blocked it. I couldn’t stop the smirk that slid across my face or the tip of my tongue from running over my upper lip.



      •Maka’s Point of View•



       The person, Yang, their soul. It was mimicking Black*Star’s soul perfectly, all the way down to the wavelength. “Maka?” I heard Soul call from his place next to me. I just continued to stare as Yang ducked once more under Black*Star’s fist, arching their chest forward while spinning. It almost looked as if Yang was dancing.

       “It’s the meister from the other night…” I mumbled, watching as Yang did a one arm hand-stand and mule kicked the blue haired assassin in the back, quickly switching to their other arm as to keep their balance before landing back on their feet.

       “What? Are you sure?” Soul asked, watching the performance down below us. Even from up here, we could see Stein smiling creepily, as if he found his next experiment. While the professor watched, he turned the screw clockwise a few times.

       “You know them, Maka?” Kid asked from above us.

       I shook my head. “No. We ran into them on our mission a few nights ago. It seemed that they were tracking the same Kishin Egg that we were. Just as Soul and I started fighting it did they appear, making it attack them instead. From our viewpoint on the sidelines, it was like watching a beautifully deadly dance performance. And they ended it quickly with a Soul Resonance that wasn’t even needed. The boy, Yin, turned back from his weapon form and proceeded to eat the Egg, just like you would an apple.” I told the young Shinigami. “But that’s when I noticed something really weird about their souls. Yin has one shape, but it seems to be stretching and compressing itself, like a ball of putty. While Yang on the other hand…” I trailed off, a little disturbed by it.

       “What is it, Maka?” Kid asked, leaning over slightly.

       “Yang’s soul didn’t have a shape of its own. It was pretty much a solid copy of Yin’s. And right now, as they’re fighting Black*Star, it’s an exact copy of his soul; wavelength and all.” I explained.

       “How is that possible?!”

       It seemed things went in slow motion as Black*Star swung another punch at Yang’s face. They leaned back, but his fist just dusted the brim of the black fedora; sending the hat flying off their head, showing a long and beautiful curtain of black and white hair. The left side was a complete stark white, while the right was a pitch black. And it seemed to be evenly split down the center. Even her eyes matched the respective sides’ hair color. Time then started to speed up as she drew her arm back and punched Black*Star right in the nose. We could even hear it dislocate.

       “Don’t. Touch. The. Hat.” She growled, picking it up and dusting it off; being careful of the white tiger lily that was tucked in the band.

       Yin went over and hugged her. “Are you still a grumpy-face, sister?” he asked, looking at her with large, childish eyes.

       She just stood there, looking off to the side, seeing Tsubaki tending to Black*Star’s nose. “I really hate mornings.” She answered.

       “Well. That was an interesting way to start class.” Stein stated, breaking the silence that fell over the class as he took a heavy drag of his cigarette. “You two can take the empty spots behind Kid. Kid, raise your hand.” The God of death, Jr. did as told. Yang walked up the aisles with Yin still clinging to her in a vice like hug. They soon took their seats behind Kid. “Okay. Now that everything is settled, how about we get started on today’s dissection, shall we?” grinning psychotically, Stein wheeled in, what looks to be, an albino alligator that had its jaws taped closed and its legs bound, looking freaked out as the mad-man pulled out a scalpel, his round glasses flashing in the fluorescent lights of the classroom.

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Just so you know, in the original Japanese anime, they call Stein "Hakase" which is the actual word for the job "Doctor". And it is uncommon to call someone with that title/status "___-hakase". Instead they are normally called "___-sensei" which means teacher, master, and doctor. So that's why, except for the 'main cast', everyone is gonna be addressing Stein, when not talking to him directly, as Stein-sensei.
“Hajimemashite. Yang desu. Douzo yoroshiku onegaishimasu.” This is a very formal introduction. It can, basically, be translated as "How do you do. I'm ___. Please take care of me."
Honestly, don't be surprised to see me pulling out some random Japanese phrases from when I took Japanese 1 & 2 last year.
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