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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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I brought my hands up to my face, covering my eyes as I groaned. “Fucking Pyramid Head.” I swore, sitting up slowly.

            “Hey guys, Yang’s up!” parting my eyelids slightly, I noticed that Soul was leaning out the door. Groaning, I flopped back down, resting my left forearm over my eyes as my free hand rested by my head. “So what’s this about Pyramid Head?” chuckled Soul. I moved my arm slightly, glaring at him with my right eye, the one that was completely black with an off black pupil. Soul was leaning over, his crimson eyes wide as the tips of our noses brushed against each other, our lips mere centimeters from touching. My breathing stopped, caught in my throat while my visible eye widen, his eyes closing as he moved closer, his hot breath brushing against my lips.

            “Yang!” Maka’s voice made my heart drop into my stomach as Soul jumped away, trying to look all cool while leaning against the wall. Her face a light rosy color; Yin wrapped all around her, his front pressed flush against her back as he rested his chin on her head, his naïve smile in place, clearly not understanding what it meant to hold the young scythe meister in such an intimate way. “What happened?” she asked, referring to the fight between Stein-sensei and myself. Sitting up again, I just shrugged.

            “I did.” Yin randomly answered, knowing what I was going to ask.

            “Good.” I stretched, arching my chest and back, moaning softly as the joints popped and cracked. Out of the corner of my eye did I see the crimson eyed scythe look away, a blush tinting his cheeks a faint pink. I was wearing a pair of loose, but short, black basketball shorts, and a thin spaghetti strapped white tank top. Because of the top, I noticed he also removed the dark colored bra I was wearing. “Where’s Stein-sensei?”

            “He woke up fifteen minutes ago and went with Maka’s papa to talk to Shinigami-sama…” Yin’s lips were pressed in a thin line, while Maka wore a look of disgust. Now I was curious. However, I shrugged it off for later just as the door opened again.

            “I brought the nurse.” Kid spoke calmly, Kipp clinging to his arm loosely. In walked a blond haired woman wearing a doctor’s coat. Her hair was short in the back, close to her scalp, while it was long in the front, pulled in a weird braid over her chest, framing her soft face. Yin slowly licked his lips, just as my skin started to prickle. She pulled the curtain around the bed I was in closed, taking the seat next to me as she pulled out a stethoscope from her coat pocket, putting the ear pieces in while warming up the end.

            “I heard you and Stein-sensei passed out during hand-to-hand…” she started, trying to make small talk while placing the end under my shirt, against both of my sides to hear my lungs, followed by both sides of my back. Her soft fingertips brushing against the old scars. “Hm?” She looked at me in question. I just turned away, allowing her to do as she wished. She lifted up the back of my shirt slightly and ran her fingers over them. I fought the urge to gag.

            “Is she okay, Medusa-sensei?” I heard Tsubaki ask politely from the other side of the curtain. The doctor pressed her palm against my spine, feeling it as I arched away. Ignoring my behavior, Medusa pressed the end of the stethoscope against where my heart is, counting while watching her watch. She gave me a polite smile once she was done, putting the device back in her pocket.

            I gave her a blank look as she opened the curtains once more, picking up a clipboard. I locked eyes with Yin, who was frowning. So he felt it to. “She is fine, though I’d like her to stay overnight for observation.” Medusa informed my friends. I brought my knees up to my chest as she left.

            “Sister?” Yin unwound himself from Maka, perching at the foot of my bed.

            “She made me wanna gag.” I informed, making a sour face.

            “Why? Medusa-sensei is so nice.” Maka commented, looking at me with a confused face.

            I looked at her from the corner of my eyes, frowning. “It’s like a domestic animal. They may seem lovely and sweet, kind and obedient on the surface, but if you find out what makes them tick, they revert to this vicious beasts they spawn from. It’s a way of survival. Basic carnal instincts that keep them alive, but also make them deadly. If you frighten, say a Pit bull or a Doberman, they’ll either run away if they can, or they’ll stand their ground and attack you. Either badly injuring you, or, if you are not careful, they’ll go for your throat and rip it out after crushing it. And cats are basically the same.” I explain. Yin wound his arms around me, resting his chin on top of my head.

            “But that’s an animal.” Black*Star stated.

            “Humans are also animals! Or did you miss that biology lesson?” I snapped, noticing the shadows twitching in the corner. “Humans, when desperate and afraid, can do just about anything.” Yin’s arms tighten around me, holding me against his chest. The door opened and in walked Stein-sensei and a tall man with long red hair.

            “I figured I’d be the first to tell you that classes are canceled tomorrow for staff meetings.” The crazed professor stated simply, taking a drag before stubbing his smoke out on the bottom of his shoe. “But currently we’d like to speak with Yang… alone.” Yin kissed my cheek, grabbed Maka’s hand, and left. I notice how the redheaded man eyed their laced fingers as I took notice of her lightly flushed face. Soul moved from him position against the wall, dragging Black*Star out as Tsubaki followed, Kipp and Kid walked out, followed by Sam, Liz grabbed Patty and pulled her out.

            “Who are you, Ojī-san?” I asked, looking at the frowning redhead.

            “I’m Shinigami-sama’s current Death Scythe, Spirit Albarn.” He introduced himself.

            I nodded. “Is this about that room?” I looked at Stein-sensei for answers. He nodded, pulling out a new cigarette. “Figured as much,” sighing heavily, I tighten my hold on the crisp white sheets of the bed. “So, what do you wanna know?”

•Yin’s Point of View•

            “Wonder what her problem is…” Liz spoke, filing her nails.

            “She has a problem just because she got angry?” I asked, surprised at how stupid she sounded. “I am deeply sorry that my twin’s bad mood made you think she has a problem.” Liz looked up to see the very dull look I gave her. “Whatever caused her to scream earlier in her sleep must still be troubling her. Moreover, if you haven’t figured it out, she’s deeply sensitive to wavelengths. She can feel them easily. And I don’t like Medusa-sensei, either. Her soul just doesn’t smell right. I thought I was going to be sick if it wasn’t for me standing next to Maka.” I explained, my knuckles turning white from how tight I was holding my fists.

            “He has a point, you know.” Kid spoke. “Yang has an unsettled soul. It doesn’t have a set form unlike all of ours do. Hers keeps shifting and changing to be an exact carbon copy of the person’s soul that is the closest to her.” He explained.

            I dug into my pockets and pulled out a list, along with my key ring. “Well, I’m going grocery shopping. We need to restock our home seeing as Black*Star ate most of our food when you guys came over the other day. Sister’s also mad that you drank all of her ice mocha coffees.” I addressed the last part to the blue haired assassin, remembering her agitated look that night a few days ago when they came over to the apartment for the second time. He had the decency to blush.

            “I’ll come with you, Yin. It’ll be faster with the both of us, and I have to do a bit of shopping of my own.”

            I smiled down at the blond scythe meister. “That’d be awesome, Maka.”

            “Well, I’m going home. Night people. And don’t stay out too late, Kipp.” Sam waved, shoving a hand into his pocket before walking down the hall.

            “Are we still going to the movies?” Kid asked, looking at the tri-colored girl.

            “Yup. But if you complain about how unsymmetrical anything is, I’m dumping a tub of popcorn on your head and leaving.” Liz and Patty just left, along with Tsubaki and Black*Star.

            “Let’s go.” I held out my arm for Maka to take, which she slowly did, smiling softly.

            “What about you, Soul?”

            He shrugged, leaning against the wall, hands in his coat pockets. “I’m gonna wait around for a bit. I wanna ask Yang about something.” We nodded and left.

            “I think Soul likes your sister, Yin.” Maka giggled.

            “I thought everyone did?” I asked, giving her a confused look. She sighed heavily, shaking her head.

•Yang’s Point of View•

            “First, you can tell us about who you really are.” Stein-sensei spoke lowly, blowing smoke out of his mouth slowly.

            “As long as you answer a simple question of mine. Do I have to stay here overnight for observation?” I asked, looking at up through my side fringe.

            “No. Shinigami-sama thinks it is okay for you to go home. Seeing as he’s the headmaster, he overrules other orders.” I nodded curtly.

            “Okay. As to who I am, I’m the oldest twin and heir to the Ashton family.” I brought my knees up to my heavy chest, wrapping my arms around them.

            “I thought that the Ashton twins were just rumors.” Albarn-san spoke softly, eyeing me.

            “That’s how my parents wanted it. They didn’t want word spreading that one of their children was imperfect.” I spoke lowly. “You think Kid’s symmetry OCD is bad, you should have seen our parents.” I lifted the back of my shirt, exposing the pale old scars that peppered my skin. “Each mark was for a failure of mine. Yang probably has about ten, five on each side, but he was their golden-boy.”

            “No parent should ever do that to their child.” Albarn-san’s voice was low and dark. Filled with untold anger. Stein-sensei just reached out and placed his palm along my spine, causing me to arch my back into his calloused hand.

            “By birth, my name is Lucy Diablo Ashton, the heiress to the Ashton family that was placed in an arrange marriage.” I explained. “Yin’s name is actually Mark Brian Ashton, but when we ran away at ten, we legally changed our names to Yin and Yang. But by the Academy rules, we can still change our name for the final time.” Stein-sensei pulled my shirt back into place. “And as you probably figured out, I’m a Meister-weapon.” I left out the part about Yin also being one.

            “I figured as much.” He blew out a stream of smoke.

            “Really? Then what does your weapon form look like?” Albarn-san asked, curious as he leaned forward, hands in his pocket. I closed my eyes, sighing as the soft charcoal black light consumed my frame, transforming into my weapon form. I appeared in the reflective blade, looking at his awe struck face. “You have a very beautiful form,” he complimented. Stein-sensei didn’t say anything, he just reached out and grabbed my hilt, holding me close to his face. Without saying anything, he went and sliced the pad of his thumb on the sharp tip.

            Stein-sensei sat me back down. The black light was back, along with sparks of electricity that danced off my fingertips. “Like some weapons, I can control two elements.” I spoke softly. “These can also be transferred to any weapon partner I have. My main one is electricity/lightning.”

            “And the other?” questioned the glasses-wearing doctor.

            “You’ve seen the other first hand.” He hummed softly. “You know of Black Blood and how it causes Madness, right?” both of them nodded solemnly. “The second element I can control is my own form of Black Blood. I can control the darkness. But I don’t like it. While I’m using it, I’m in a pit of nothing except total darkness, reliving every horrible memory, slowly driving me insane. Because of this, actual Black Blood doesn’t affect me.” He hummed again.

            Stein-sensei patted my head softly, making me look up at him in bewilderment. “From what you’ve told me, I think there might be a way to fully control the darkness without you going insane. You did it earlier in your soul room.” He stated, smiling. Albarn-san was smiling, too. “Any who, you shouldn’t keep your escort home waiting, should you?”

            “Escort?” I mouthed, frowning in confusion. Stein-sensei smirked, opening the door and allowing Soul to fall on the ground. “What the—?”

            “Luckily the room’s soundproof.” The professor chuckled.

            “Oi, brat,” the older redheaded man nudged Soul in the side with his shoe. “You better not try anything while you’re taking Miss Yang home.” He threatened, making me curious as to why.

            “I’m not like you, old man!” Soul shouted, narrowing his crimson eyes at the taller male. Albarn-san scoffed and then left. I wonder why Soul said that. Ever since the Death Scythe met me, he has been very nice and gentlemanly towards me, even if the ‘beautiful form’ comment was weird, but given the fact that he was a weapon, it’d be pretty understandable.

            “Um… what?” I asked, tilting my head to the side.

            “So, did Stein say you can leave or do you have to do as Medusa-sensei says?” He asked, getting back to his feet.

            “Stein-sensei said I could go home.” I stated, getting out of bed and slipping on a pair of dark purple flats.

            “Ready?” I nodded, getting up and leaving the building with him, shivering slightly once we reached the roads.

•Soul’s Point of View•

            We walked down a few streets in complete silence, seeing as it was already night. And it was a cold one. Looking over at Yang, I noticed she was shivering and also—

            ‘Fuck…’ I blushed, trying to look anywhere but at her chest. Clearly, her brother thought it was a good idea to remove her bra. Gnawing at my lower lip, I undid my jacket and shrugged out of it, handing it to her. “Here, put this on.”

            “B-but—”

            “No ‘buts’. Just put the damn thing on.” I held it open, helping her shrug on my yellow and black jacket. The hem fell a little past her hips, and the sleeves went past her fingertips as she held onto it, allowing her to see her hands as she untucked her long hair. I buttoned it up, allowing Yang to lean on me, muffling a yawn with the back of her hand. “Still tired?” I asked, watching her blink slowly as I finished. She nodded, rubbing at her tired eyes. Crouching down, I gestured for her to get on my back.

            “I’ll be fine, Soul! You don’t have to carry me…” her face pinked a bit as she tugged at the bottom of my jacket, pressing her, already touching, thighs closer together. Yang looked cute with such a flustered look on her face.

            Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I gave her a blank stare. “Get on. We can get you home quicker if you’re not walking around half dead.” She puffed out her cheeks before sighing heavily, getting on my back and loosely wrapped her arms around my neck and shoulders, resting her chin in the crook of my neck. I stood back up with my hands firmly wrapped around her thighs, making sure she didn’t slip. Yang sighed sleepily, nuzzling against the bare skin of my neck. She smelled of honey and tiger lilies.

            “Take the right up here,” Yang mumbled, lazily pointing in that direction.

            “Isn’t your apartment the complete opposite way?” houses with small yards and garages lined the roads I was now walking down. Yang shook her head.

            “No. Yin and I moved into a house closer to the Academy two days ago. It’s bigger than our apartment, so having you all over and then some won’t be such a tight fit like it was last time.” Her warm breath brushed against the shell of my ear, making me shiver as I bit my lip. If it weren’t for how tired she was, I’d think she was doing this on purpose. “It’s the blue one with the black shutters. The key should be in a hidden compartment on top of the doorframe.” I placed an arm on her butt, balancing Yang as I grabbed the key from its hiding spot. Unlocking it, I sat her down inside, on a black wood with acid green cushions coffin shaped couch. “Thanks Soul.”

            I shrugged, walking towards the door. “Just return me my jacket tomorrow. Everyone’s thinking of going to the Deathpark for our day off.” Waving, I left. Arms crossed behind my head as I stared at the moon, smirking. “Huh… that was cooler than I thought.”

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Chapter 10 won't be posted for awhile, seeing as it'll probably be a really long one _{(and I'm already working on it, so don't worry)}. Also I currently have a total of 4 questions and/or comments for Yin and Yang. If you wanna ask them in the Chapter 10 special "Fan Mail/Q&A", you can still do so in reviews. Multiple questions/comments at once are completely accepted. So send them in!
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