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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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Yin looked at me from his spot on the ground, eyeing me as I calmly stood there with my hands in my pockets. Stein-sensei blew out a stream of smoke, sitting backwards in his computer chair. “Today we’ll be doing hand-to-hand combat. Even though it is important for one to protect themselves if their partner is somehow unavailable.” He explained. “Now, all of you pair up.”

            I stared at Yin. “Is this fair?” He questioned me. I shrugged in answer.

            “Not you two.” The stitched up professor stated, wheeling over to us. “Yin, go be Maka’s partner; I’ll be Yang’s…” another plume of smoke escaped his lips, the sun shining off his glasses as Yin gave him a hesitant look before nodding, quickly going over to Maka.

            “Are you sure about this, Stein-sensei?”

            “Afraid, Yang?”

            “Should I be?”

            “You’re either really confident or really stupid. I wonder which it is…” I shrugged, removing my hat and jacket.

            “Well, shouldn’t we do an experiment to find out?”

            Stein-sensei stood from his chair and kicked it away. I barely had the chance to blink as he charged, kicking me in the side. Grunting in pain, I used my arms to flip me back to my feet before I had a chance to hit the ground. He lashed to me again, but I flipped away, wrapping my legs around his neck and throwing him. Stein-sensei skidded across the grass. Lying there, he twisted the screw in his head clockwise a few times, jumping back to his feet.

            “Impressive…” again was the screw turned.

            I spun on the ball of my right foot, aiming a high kick to his head. The dissection-obsessed professor grabbed my slender ankle, picking me up and throwing me to the side, as if I was some crumpled piece of paper. Wincing, I bit my lip from the pain. I got back up slowly, careful to not put any pressure on my sore ankle. He smiled, crushing the still smoldering cigarette with his fist.

            “I’d have fun dissecting you,” the professor crooned lowly, aiming a punch to my solar plexus. The small hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, alerting me to the wavelength infused punch. I panicked and charged my own fist, feeling the lightning lightly dance across my skin. His punch connected at the same time mine did; right in the large screw that stuck out of his head.

            I could see his eyes widen a fraction behind his glasses just as my world faded to black.

•Yin’s Point of View•

            I caught Maka’s fist, holding it over my shoulder as I rested my hand on her hip. My eyes widened when I seen Yang fall to the ground shortly before Stein-sensei did. I heard the young scythe meister gasp as I let her go, running over to my fallen twin. “Sister?” I pushed her onto her back, looking into her dilated eyes, taking notice of the small trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth. The constricted pupils shook, eyes glazed over. At the smallest sign of movement, I backed off, watching as her unconscious form sat up limply.

            “She’s okay…” Maka breathed out in relief.

            “Seems like Stein’s out for the count, though!” shouted Soul, crouching down next to our fallen professor.

            I shook my head. “She’s not okay.”

            “But she’s moving.”

            It was true; Yang now was clumsily getting to her feet, head lolling to the side. Her long hair hid unblinking eyes from those around us as she stumbled forward, placing her head against my chest; her smaller hands clutching the back of my button down. “She’s unconscious, Maka.”

            “But how—”

            “It’s actually common for her to do this if she’s knocked out. It triggers something in her brain, making her seek me out.” I smiled sadly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and knees. “Black*Star, seeing as you’re such a big man, you can get Stein-sensei and bring him to the infirmary.”

            Surprisingly, the assassin didn’t argue with being ordered around. He nodded and easily picked our teacher up, carrying him on his back. “I’ll go let the nurse know you’re coming.” Maka ran ahead of us towards the academy.

            “Don’t you have better things to do?!” I snapped, glaring at the rest of my classmates that just stood there, as if they were watching their favorite television show. I tightened my grip on Sister’s limp form, holding her closer. Soul picked up her jacket and hat, carrying them carefully in his arms.

•Yang’s Point of View•

            I groaned softly, feeling the light invade my closed eyelids as I blinked a few times. I sat up, noticing that I was leaning against a huge panda bear plushy that was, at least, twice the size of me. Turning, I took notice of the room. The floor was a black and blue-checkered pattern, the walls a pitch black. Hanging from the ceiling was a large black crystal chandelier, but what made it different from others was the fact that the crystals were shaped like bones. Connecting to the chandelier were four long pieces of blue fabric that went from the only light source to the corners, hanging down in a light arch as the last of the cascaded down the black walls.

            If it weren’t for the random piles of stuffed animals, the room would seem like an average dance studio. “Ugh, my head hurts…” looking down at my lap, I picked up the frilly blue waist apron. A silk blue ribbon crisscrossed over my torso as a means to hold the low cut black vest-top of the dress together. The loose, slightly tattered, black skirt seem to come to my mid-thighs, showing off the blue stocking that came to above my knees, along with the black ballet flats that wound around my calves. Shaking my head, I stood up, taking in more of my appearance. From my mid upper arms where black bell sleeves, with the ends being tattered a ruined, and on my hands were fingerless black fishnet gloves.

            Reaching up, I felt that my hair was parted and pulled into two low pigtails that rested at the base of my neck. Reaching for my throat, I felt a dress shirt collar, and holding it in place was a black and blue stripped silk tie that had a silver chain going from one side to the other close to the end, along with random little safety pins sticking into it. “Things just seem to get more interesting.” I whipped around, seeing Stein-sensei standing there. He wasn’t dressed as he normally would. Instead, he was wearing black slacks and a black vest. Under the vest was a blue dress shirt, its hem tucked into the slacks, a thin black and blue necktie was around his neck, tucked under the vest, and he wore polished black dress shoes, too. Nevertheless, the only thing similar to his normal wear was the stitch marks that dusted the fabric. Overall, he reminded me of a butler from a maid café.

            A thick cloud of smoke escaped his clenched teeth as he turned the screw. “Where are we, Stein-sensei?” I questioned, hoping for answers from the spectacles wearing professor.

            “Seems we’re inside your soul.” He stated with a shrug. “In other words, your Soul Room; which is located inside you. This is your domain; you have full control of it.”

            “Then how did you get here?”

            Pulling his cigarette from his lips, he exhaled slowly. “There’s a high probability that you unknowingly dragged me in here when you used your Soul Wavelength and punched me in my screw, right as I punched you in the solar plexus.” He placed his smoke back between his lips, inhaling the toxic fumes. Stein-sensei’s free hand was used to turn his screw clockwise. “I’ve never seen someone with a soul like yours, which explains why your wavelength actually had an effect on me at all.”

            “But what does punching you in the screw have to do with anything?”

            “You’ve noticed that when I’m thinking and/or explaining something, I’m always twisting it, right?” I nodded. “It acts like an external factor of my mind. So, with a direct hit from your unique wavelength, it sent a charge right into my brain, dragging me into your Soul Room.”

            “So completing a circuit?” Stein-sensei nodded in confirmation. “And because the room is a part of me, it reflects who I am as a person, right?” he nodded once. “But that doesn’t explain why we’re dressed like this and the stuffed toys.”

            At this did the professor smirk. “Oh, but it does, doesn’t it?” he walked over and picked up a white rabbit wearing a blue waistcoat and silver pocket watch. “I say, just by looking around and knowing you as a student for these past few months, that you and Yin come from a high class family that’d probably be a little bellow Kid and Shinigami-sama. Probably a family of dancers, as can be seen by the way you and Yin fight. And out of the two of you, you seem to be the most serious and mature, and you fight very hard to keep your twin innocent and naive of the horrible darkness of the world, even though he is a Demon Weapon that’s used to restore natural balance and order. He is the light to your darkness, and you envy him for it.”

            My knees shook as they gave out on me, having me crash back down to the floor. “Shut up…” I mumbled numbly, covering my ears with my hands.

            “Here, in your own little world, you clash between the mature adult you have to be, and the small child you wish you were. The stuffed animals and the outfits scream of innocents you wish you could have, while the rest of the room reminds you that you must grow up. That you cannot have the world that you want.” He kept on talking as I dug my nails into my scalp.

            A red film slid over my eyes as the already dim light from the crystal chandelier got even darker, barely illuminating the piles of stuffed toys. “Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!” screaming, I closed my eyes tightly, trying desperately to block out the world.

            “Yang! Yang! Dammit, Yang! Look at me!” Stein-sensei shouted, his feet slapping against the floor as he ran over to me. Opening my duel colored eyes, I let out a blood curdling scream at the sight of hundreds of little shadow hands reaching from the darkness; latching onto any part of me that they could. Thick tears rand down my face as I tried shoving the tiny hands off, scared beyond a doubt. Stein-sensei grabbed the side of my head, covering my hands with his own, forcing me to stare deep into his green-gray eyes as he pressed his forehead against mine. “Yang, listen to me. They are just a manifestation of the darkness that lurks deep in your soul. Your anger drew them to the surface, but you can push them back where they belong.”

            “B-But they’ll find me…” I whispered hoarsely. My throat raw from the screaming. Out of the darkness reached a set of human hands. A man and woman’s. The wrapped themselves around my pigtails, yanking me closer to the darkness that always threatened to eat me whole. “They found me!” I cried, my tears coming down quicker, dropping off the point of my chin and onto my chest. Stein-sensei gritted his teeth, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and the other around my hips, pulling me firmly against his hard chest. Out of desperation did I cling onto the back of his vest, holding myself closer to him.

            “I’m sorry, okay?! Is that what you wanna hear? I’m sorry, Yang.” He shouted at first, speaking my so-called name softly. That’s when I felt it, the tingling feeling at the base of my spine.

            I looked over my shoulder at the hands that still held firm onto my hair. “Rot in Hell…” I spat, watching numbly as the tiny hands of darkness had let me go, instead they grabbed onto the human hands and ripped off the flesh; making them release my hair, just as the darkness took the shape of a dragon’s head, swallowing them both.

            “We’re still here…” two voices purred as I tightened my grip on Stein-sensei’s vest.

            “I wanna go home.” I mumbled listlessly into my professor’s chest.

            “We can leave whenever. This room is under your control. Just picture the door and we’ll be gone.” He stated softly, petting my black and white hair. Doing as I was told, I envisioned a large wrote-iron door opening up next to us.

            “Is this like that black and red room I dreamt about with Soul?” I questioned lowly, passing out shortly after.

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So, there's chapter 8! And as a small special I'm thinking of doing at the end of chapter 10, I will be doing a "fan mail" type thing for Yin and Yang. So, in the reviews, send in any questions you'd like to ask or any comments!
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