So, my first attempt at any kind of real yaoi.
Disclaimer: I dun own Soul Eater.
Chapter One
Rain
He should've been used to it by now. But even so the words still drove the eleven year old from his house, only to walk the streets until his parents calmed down.
"Crazy."
"Psycho."
"Monster."
Franken Stein wasn't strangers to the words. In fact, he was more acquainted with them then he was with most humans.
But even so, the words still made him leave this house. Perhaps it wasn't the words themselves, but the manner in which they were uttered. Hushed whispers, almost as if they feared provoking the monster.
Him.
The street gradually grew more crowded as Stein neared the center of Death City. Even so, he wasn't looking where he was going. Wandering blindly.
Rain began to fall.
The pedestrians filtered back into their homes, leaving him on the streets.
Perhaps it would be better for them. If he wasn't in the trance-like state these days sent him into, he would've happily dissected him.
The reason.
They thought him a monster.
Because he liked to dissect people.
Open them up.
See what makes them tick, so to speak.
He wasn't sure how long he wandered through the streets, but eventually he came back to his version of normalcy and noticed he'd ended up near the Academy.
He'd seen it before. Most children in Death City were tested to see if they had the promise of being a technician or weapon. They'd said he had enormous potential. Not that any weapon would trust themselves in the hands of the monster.
But coming back to partial-sanity meant noticing what condition he was in. He was soaking wet. Irritated, he turned back toward his house, hoping beyond hope his parents wouldn't give him the looks again.
He turned the corner found that he'd walked into something. Or rather, something had run into him.
He looked up.
To see a kid.
Perhaps a couple years older than himself.
Drenched red hair obscured his face. The kid reached up and rubbed his head. Apparently, he'd been running and bounced back a little harder than Stein.
Stein didn't say anything, just watched, observed. Finally, the kid ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead and revealing blue eyes.
Some say the bond between technician and weapon is instinctive. Some say it happens completely by chance.
Most technicians bond with the weapons upon first meeting.
And so it was.
He wasn't sure he liked the sensation. It felt almost calming, almost like opening your eyes underwater and seeing the world through a different lens.
It wasn't Stein who spoke first.
"Um…hey." The kid (or, rather, teenager) pointed to himself. "Spirit."
Stein grinned. "Stein," he answered.
A spirit for the monster.
It seemed fitting.
Okay, well, there ya go. More chapters to come soon.