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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 Seven

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

"Hello Patti!" Death greeted with his usual perkiness. "Meister Maka! Soul! Son! Nice to see ya! How's it going?" he sung out.

"Liz is out like a light!" Patti laughed out cluelessly.

"Oh my…" The great reaper lifted a giant hand to his mask in mild concern.

"Dad…" Kid's tone was grave.

Lord Death turned to his progeny, "Yes, my boy. What's the word?"

"You know about the loss of contact with Dr. Stein's platoon. I want Soul and Maka to accompany us."

An awkward silence filled the air despite Patti's rambling. The old reaper looked the desperation in Maka's soul.

"Hmm…" he mused in a concern tone, then suddenly bounced in nonchalance. "Mmm, ok! Have at it!"

~*~

They'd been walking for what felt like a eternity and paced back and forth along what felt like a wall. They lost contact with Spirit's voice long ago and Stein was now bashing his head against rubbery wall. Spirit was here. His soul was the strongest at this point than any other godforsaken spot in the void, but where the hell was he? Rowan watched as Stein snatched his hand away from hers, ranting silently, screaming even, kicking the water and punching the wall in fury. She didn't know what to do: he was angry, yes, but she couldn't hear him, she had no idea if they had gotten any closer to Spirit and now they were at a dead end. This was taking too much time—if they didn't hurry, there was no telling if they would be able to escape the curse or not.

Stein kicked the wall once more before slipping on the watered-ground and falling against the wall, defeated. Rowan knelt down beside him and tried to comfort her meister, only to have her hand swatted away violently by the gray-haired man. She sat with him and watched as he resigned. Stein refused to move—he didn't care anymore, it was useless, they would never find Spirit, Maka would never see her father again, and he and Rowan never escape this hell—he was a failure. He wanted to die.

Out of nowhere, Stein was sucked into the wall. Rowan lost it and began punching, ripping, kicking, biting at the rubbery substance of wall, but to no avail. She lost him.

~*~

Sid and Mira traveled underground, tearing at the earth as Kid led the way on his board, Patti held firmly in his hand. A two canvassed trucks rode along, one half-filled with medics and back up, the other empty, save for a morbid stack of body bags. Soul wasn't far behind, racing on his worse-for-wear bike, Maka keeping hold around his midriff. Clearing the state line into Utah, the recovery team stopped at a pile of smoking wreckage that looked like the trucks carrying the platoon. As the group began their search, their feet crunched under what looked like small, puddle-shaped pieces of obsidian scattered amongst large patches of old blood.

Sid crouched to get a better look at the black glass; it was brittle, smelling of acidity and sulfur-ish hints, and still blisteringly hot in the now cool evening desert. Noticing the vegetation, the large zombie saw that only small areas looked charred while the rest of the plant was untouched.

"It's like something melted the sand into glass…" Mira commented from beside her meister.

"They look like rain drops." Maka added perplexedly.

A voice rose in the distance, not far from the party. "Hey! We're over here! Heeeey!" an agent came scrambling from a few kilometers off.

Immediately, everyone loaded back onto their vehicles and took off toward the agent…except Kid and Patti.

"Kiddd! Why ya' being such a girl?" Patti laughed as her meister lay pouting in the fetal position.

"Patti…" Kid sniffled in misery "…it's…it's so disorganized! Asymmetrical! I can't take it!" he began to cry out.

In her weapon mode, Patti squeaked in a fit of laughter, only causing the young reaper gripping her tightly to cry out even more.

Kid wept, "I'm an abomination! My twin weapons are reduced to one who mocks me! That damn witch completely disrupted the symmetry off these five, perfectly parallel bands of windblown sand! My hair is even a disruption of consistency! PATTI, I WANT TO DIE! WHAT CAN I DO-HOO-HOOOO?!" He went on cradling his poor weapon against his dripping nose.

Out of nowhere, Patti's laughter ceased and she quite literally pistol-whipped her meister with a growl, "You can start by getting your snot-nosed ass off of me and go do you job you little prick!!!" she bellowed out with malice.

Kid whimpered, following his weapon's orders and made his way to the rest of his team.

~*~

He could hear…something muffled…like screaming into a pillow. He couldn't tell if it was familiar or not. There was no light, no gravity, no air to breathe; though, what is gravity? What is breathing? Did he have a name?

Nothing made sense, if he even knew what sense was…or did he? The muffled sound came back. It was longer and louder this time.

"Stein…" a voice spoke very clearly.

"Stein." He mimicked. "Is that me?"

Yes, he concluded. His name was Stein…Franken Stein. Now, why was he here? Someone he knew was why he was here…the muffled voice? No, she isn't the reason.

"She called you…Fran…ken." The clear voice conversed with the professor.

Suddenly, it clicked.

Stein felt suffocated as he replied. "Yes, she did. But you're the reason I'm here Spirit, not her."

The airless anti-gravity the grey-haired meister rested in gave way, surging like a riptide around him. Tossed and turned, Stein was then hit with a pressure of sorts as the black water lowered, drained, and finally vanished. He was in a sterile-white room now, Spirit before him, looking very feeble, and Rowan behind him, awe-struck and bewildered.

Rowan sighed heavily in relief, "How did y—"

"—You finally caught up, huh, Stein?" Spirit mumbled.

"Kind of." Stein replied, tightening his screw.

Something about the scientist's weapon friend didn't seem right—something about Spirit rang to close to home—the look in his eye…

"Pretty little thing." The Death Scythe giggled and wobbled about, staring uneasily at the girl behind Stein. "Nice catch Franken…can we both fuck her now?" his red hair flew back as the drunken giggle turned into a mad cackling.

Rowan glared at the offense "Stein, is he…" she didn't know what to ask.

"It's the curse. It's made him succumb to madness. Just stay where I can keep myself between you and him." His voice was low with warning. Rowan only nodded.

Spirit swayed on his feet erratically and started gritting his teeth. "Cowwwwarrrrd! Stick 'em in at the same time and stretch her 'til she rips…I need it now."

"I think Maka would hate you if you did that." Stein cut deep without emotion.

Spirit twitched slightly at the rebuttal and silence washed over the three. Rowan tried to transform her hand, but to no avail. A whimper came from beneath the locks of red hair as the favored Death Scythe crumpled to the floor and began gnashing on the skin between his thumb and finger.

"Want to fuck a woman, not my daughter." He mumbled through his chewing.

Stein took a sure step forward, "Maka's waiting for you, you know." He smiled warmly at the thoughts, "She wants to get married, she's waiting for her father to walk her down the aisle."

Spirit growled loudly and stomped the floor he was crouching down on. Stein pressed forward and mimicked his friend's hunched over stance once the two were face-to-face.

The dissection-fanatic cut even deeper. "You do want to walk Maka down the aisle, don't you, Spirit?"

From his view, Stein could slowly see his comrade's angry-twitching turn into trembling. Spirit's hand fell limp from his teeth and tears fell from the piercing blue eyes. Suddenly, one of Spirit's hands caught Stein's wrist in a death grip. Rowan instinctively rushed forward, but stopped when her meister's other hand motion back for her to wait. Spirit sniffled and revealed his low-hung face to the green eyes showing him understanding.

"Stein…" Spirit sniffed. "I want to be there for her!"

"I know, but you can't be her father when you're rotting in this hell."

A nod came in response while the blue-eyed man wiped his face off on his black jacket.

Stein chuckled, "Ready to go home?"

"Damn right I am."

~*~

Soul scowled, looking on impatiently at the heap of unconscious bodies that were Maka's dad, Parker, and Dr. Stein. All sewn to one another in a mess of what looked like mostly Parker's blood. All of the reinforcements and wounded left hours ago back to Death City. Now, the only audience huddled—around the dog pile—with lanterns were himself, Maka, Sid, Mira, Kid, Patti, and a medic at the ready. As the night grew deeper, everyone besides Sid began to feel the bite of the cold desert wind.

Patti began to nod off on Kid's broad shoulder, but Maka stared like a hawk. The ash blond meister was the first to notice a change as Stein's finger twitched and the threads of his soul sutures began to glow.

"Papa…" Maka sounded exasperated and Soul thoughtfully wrapped his arm tight around her shoulders.

The glowing threads dispersed and everyone tensed as they watched Stein gasp for air. The professor rolled his weapon off his back and lifted up as Spirit became human again and began coughing uncontrollably. Everyone but Mira and the nurse watched Death Scythe nervously as he began to cough up a thick black liquid. Stein lifted his hand and gave Spirit a big slap on the back, jolting out the entirety of dark substance from his friend's throat.

"Hm…"Stein observed wearily as the black liquid took the shape of a scorpion and subsequently withered away.

"She ain't breathin'!" the nurse scrambled through her bag as Mira tried to resuscitate Rowan. "Damn girl shun't never have done that! She bled out too long!"

Stein made his way to his weapon while Maka leapt on top of her father, "Papa, you idiot!"

Spirit flinched, half expecting a book to his head. Much to his dismay and joy though, Maka was hugging him? He couldn't help it when he felt his eyes grow hot with tears—for the first time in nearly a decade, his baby girl was hugging him again! Soul scratched at his head a bit before replacing the scowl on his face with a signature serrated-grin. Many good people lost their lives, and the witch was still on the loose, but Death Scythe was rescued and maybe—at least for Maka—Soul could be happy and enjoy what little bit of peace they could have before the next storm.
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