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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 Eight

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

Spirit giggled gleefully at the gorgeous kitten sitting in his lap.  He loved these nights when Blair came to play with him in his apartment; it was a very appreciated welcome-home party.

"Pumm-pumm!  Pumpkin!" she meowed as the glass lifted, mixing a drink for the suave Death Scythe.

"Mmm," he slurred.  "Honey-bunches, what is this delicious nectar you're getting me drunk with?"  leaning over to lightly kiss the nape of the sexy magician's neck.

She purred audiably, "Pumpkin Martini!  They're Blair's favorite, but the stores only sell the best mix in Fall.  Makes Blair sad." She pouted.

"Aww, sweet thing, don't be sad!"  He massaged her thighs "You know what they say: absence makes the heart grow fonder."

Blair loosened and removed Spirit's tie, kissing him tenderly. "Like how Blair has missed Spirit-kun?"

"Hmm…" was the sound he chose to agree with her question as his lusty eyes went dull suddenly.

Blair blinked in innocent confusion "What's wrong Papa?"

"That Evans squid asked me if he could marry Maka." He grimaced.

Blair blushed with excitement "HURRAY!" she yelped.

Spirit cringed, "NOOO!  MY MAKA DESERVES BETTER THAN THAT SPOILED-ROTTEN LOWLIFE SOUL EATER!" his face turning a fierce red.

Now Blair was thoroughly confused and quickly rebuked her favorite playmate, "Blair lives with Soul-kun and Maka you know."

Spirit didn't like where this was going, but his listened nonetheless.

"Soul-kun loves Maka very much and told Blair so a lot." She pouted.  "Soul doesn't play with Blair at all because of Maka.  When you were gone Soul was always keeping Maka-chan from crying and making her feel better; and Soul-kun was always playing with that pretty ring he got Maka when she was asleep.  No one ever asked Blair if she missed Spirit-kun.  It's always Maka, nothing else."  She whimpered and the confession hit Spirit like a ton of bricks.

He'd never realized how much his daughter was valued and how important he was, even to the ones that despised him.  Thoughtfully, he wrapped his arms around Blair and let the cat-lady suck and nibble his ear—it was like her pacifier on nights like this.

Stewing on the epiphany, his icy-blues drifted towards the seasonal bottle Blair had been pining over all year.  "Hiram Walker liqueur, huh?"

"Yes, Papa.  It's so yummy." She continued nibbling his earlobe while he wrapped a lock of curly purple hair around his finger.

"Oh…I'm pretty sure I can special order it year-round.  Same place that Stein orders his cancer-sticks." He laughed.

Blair bounced with a cute mew on Spirit's lap, "Really?!  You mean it?!" she held her hands in front of her like kitten paws.

"Of course, you beautiful temptress!" He mused, scooping the well-endowed feline into his arms.  "My Maka's getting married Haloween night!" he boasted with new vigor.

"Meow!" Blair cheered in Spirit's arms as his swaggered off to his bedroom, the two giggling the entire way.

~*~

Spinning in the infirmary's lab chair, Stein beamed along with Maka, Liz, and Tsubaki as they all stared at the gorgeous ring on the young-lady's hand.  The ring was platinum and costume made with the shape Maka's soul made when Stein saw it grow wings.  In the center between the wings was embedded a blue diamond that matched the color of her winged-soul and glistened brilliantly in the window's sunlight.  The facets reflected on the professor's glasses like a kaleidoscope.

"It's stunning, my dear." The good doctor approved.  "Blue diamond's are very rare, and he had the right mind to buy a sturdy ring that wouldn't break easily.  I'd say you've caught yourself a great specimen." He grinned.

Maka and the girls forced politely nervous smiles in response; they had a good feeling he would turn something this romantic into an analytical study.  Of course, Stein knew that even though Maka and Soul both had pretty humble incomes, Evans probably had paid for the ring in cash. It certainly didn't hurt that the white haired punk hailed from a very wealthy family, but he would never dare say that aloud.  Spirit would certainly flip Maka's part of the bill despite Kami's protests—the divorce never said he couldn't pay for his daughter's wedding expenses—and in a Death Scythe's line of work, his bank account bulged just as much, if not more than the white-collar troupe of musicians.  This wedding would certainly be one to remember, and yet Stein got the vibe that the happy couple was going to keep the event as small as they could make it.

Maka turned the subject to the familiar, but seemingly lifeless figure amongst a few others in the school's hospital beds, "How's Rowan, Professor?"

Stein instantly faked a smile.  "She's doing fine." He comforted whilst swiveling his chair and rolling it in the demon-glaive's direction.  "Her body's red blood cell-count recovered fully last week and I developed an anti-venom recently, so whatever the witch injected into her system is just about out now.  Her spleen, adenoids, gallbladder, and tonsils had to be removed, but it's benefiting her health greatly.  Those organs were so full of venom that they just wouldn't have been able to filter toxins properly anymore."

Liz scratched her head in thinly veiled suspicion, "Hasn't she woken up yet?  It's been two weeks since that battle…"

Stein had to cover his tracks, quickly, "She is conscious, but for her health I've had to keep her mildly sedated." It wasn't a lie, but it was the whole truth either.  He turned around in his chair to face the girls, "You see…Rowan's not like the people you're used to.  She's wild; loses patience with hospital beds very quickly, and if she takes off now, it will ultimately set back the healing process.  She won't be like this for much longer, trust me." He faked a sweet smile again.

Lucky for him, the elder Thompson sister was more interested in getting Maka to a bridal salon rather than comprehend a lot of medical babble.  He quietly sighed after his former students said their goodbyes and happily took-off with Maka in tow.  Mira left early for the day, and the other patients were still in comas.  Without any ear-catching noise, Stein shut the door to the infirmary.  As much as he would've preferred to lock the door, he knew someone would find it very out of the ordinary.

Tightening the screw in his head, he wheeled his chair lazily over to Rowan and laid a hand gently on her forehead while making certain he'd firmly propped his head up with his folded arm.  "Soul Invasion." He whispered and sunk away…arm securely bracing his dead weight into a sleepy, but not strange position beside his weapon.

~*~

The lanterns were lit and warmly glowed against the dance floor, while the fjord outside was non-existent.  He was pleased to see Rowan had made some progress in recovering her sanity from the void.  A static flash on the dance floor caught his eye and he watched attentively; sitting calmly and unafraid in his stitched-up tux.  The flash came again as what looked like a bad hologram of Rowan.  She was messing with something on the floor and there was blood: that much he could tell.

A pack of his specialty cigarettes appeared on the floor in front of him, but he refused the temptation.  Smoking was a sign of nervousness, fear, or agitation…and with the way his weapon was acting lately, he couldn't afford to show any weakness.  With the highest respect he could give, Rowan was reminding Stein a wild dog or a wolf these days—she would become aggressive if he looked her in the eye, could sense whenever he was doubting himself or was wary of her actions, she could smell him when he lusted for her.  Her holographic image flashed more frequently, as if she was becoming more aware of her surroundings, until she turned her head to look at her meister and her image snapped clear with no static left to separate them from each other.

"Hello Rowan." Stein smirked, making sure not to look into her eyes.

Rowan smiled silently and returned to her object of attentions on the floor.  It was a head…the head of an old woman with no eyes and a few lifeless scorpion stingers hanging from the toothless mouth.  He could only guess that it was the witch's head.  Rowan's insanity was invoked by the remnants of the witch's curse on Spirit, lying dormant inside of the demon-glaive's weakened condition.  When he first began these internal sessions, Rowan's mind looked a lot like the cursed hell Spirit had been imprisoned in, but when Stein pushed her body to heal and grow stronger, Rowan's void of madness dominated the curse; until now, the witch's presence only came in small manifestations, like the head on the floor that Rowan was carving eyes into and placing lit candles in…like a Jack-O-Lantern.

Rowan was winning in her battle against the curse—albeit she was letting her insanity run rampant—and out of all the visual manifestations in her mind so far, her worrisome artistry with this bleeding head was by far the most intriguing and promising.  In her own demented point-of-view, Rowan was finally having her way with the witch that had been torturing her these past two weeks, and Stein was in no hurry to interrupt her twisted little victory.

He grinned proudly, "I can see you're doing just fine on your own right now.  I'll leave you be, my good girl.  Have fun."

Rowan smiled sadistically over her shoulder as Stein disappeared.

~*~

Stein snapped awake and reveling in the sight he just witnessed, he couldn't help but laugh viciously.  Taking down the witch with Rowan like this would be so—

"Having fun?" a dark and familiar voice came from behind the professor and he immediately silenced his laughter.

The voice came in an almost livid tone, "What have you been doing to her?"
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