I really have to stop making new stories. I don't own Soul Eater.
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Across Death City people started to get ready for the fine summer day. Many a citizen turned on the television to watch the news while getting ready.
A certain Death Scythe was in the middle of brushing his teeth when he heard something so impossible the only thing he could think of doing was to run to the kitchen and to call someone on his cordless phone.
"Stimb!" Spirit said as soon as the mad scientist picked up the phone.
"Spirit, get the toothbrush out of your mouth."
Spirit quickly spat in the kitchen sink. "How did you-?" Okay, never mind. Turn your TV to the weather," Spirit said as he rinsed off his toothbrush.
"I don't own a television."
"Then go to your computer. Or better yet, stick your head out the window!" Spirit heard Stein shirt then gasp.
"Oh."
"Yeah, it's snowing. In the middle of summer. In Death Valley."
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One would expect the snow to disappear quickly, but it didn't. In fact it only got worse, so bad that Lord Death had to call off school for a few days.
But of course Lord Death's death scythe had to show up, so at the end of the day Spirit was walking home from the DWM, shivering, and not being able to see two feet in front of him only made the situation worse.
This sucks, he thought. Not even Azusa went to the DWMA today. His mind rant was interrupted by seeing something out of the corner of his eye.
Someone.
A girl, not much older than his darling daughter. She was a blur to him.
Suddenly she took off running, and he swore and followed.
Somehow he managed to keep her in his sightline, but she suddenly disappeared when they reached a park. He walked onto the bridge that stretched across a shallow, frozen pond. He looked over the park and sighed, and then turned.
He gasped and jumped back so he was pressed against the rail.
She was standing before him. A Japanese girl with black hair that was bleached and dyed blue in some spots. Her hair was long and her bangs covered her right eye, blocking it from view, but the one he could see was dark blue.
She was tall for her age, but her skin was very pale and her lips blue, reminding Spirit of a drowning victim, but that was impossible because she was standing before him.
What irritated him the most was that the only thing she was wearing was a white tank top and light blue snowflake accents and black Capri yoga pants.
"What are you doing out in this weather wearing that?" he snapped as he took of his jacket and put it over her shoulders. "No wonder you look like you drowned." Spirit pulled the coat tighter around her and smiled, even though he was starting to get cold.
She looked down at the black jacket and one hand pulled it closer around her. She looked back up at Spirit, and suddenly he realized that she hasn't blinked.
He put a hand on her shoulder. "Here, let's get you ho-" suddenly her lips were on his and she breathed cold air into his lungs. For a single moment he froze in shock, and then he pushed her away, because he has nowhere to go.
"What are you doing?! You can't be much older that my daughter!" Spirit started to bring his gloved hands across his mouth as though trying to whip the pedophilic sin off his lips, but because he was so focused on this he didn't notice the girl lunge at him and suddenly he's falling and the last thing he saw before he was submerged in ice cold water is his black and while goose down jacket explode into whiteness.
When he managed to get back to the air the only thought running though his head was that he needed to get back to his apartment., and while he's running he briefly notices that he clothes no longer fir him, but before he could think about it the back of his head exploded and everything went black.
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"Look, I'm telling you Soul I felt a witch's soul."
The Demon Scythe growled. "Look, the only thing I know is it's cold, I'm freezing, and you're crazy. Now let's go home where it's warm." He turned to go back but was stopped by a large book.
"Maka! Soul!"
"Hey, what are you guys doing here?" Soul asked while blood streamed down his face.
Kid, Liz, and Patti walked towards them out of the storm. "I felt a witch's soul," Kid explained.
"What are you five doing out here? You should be home."
The students turned to see Marie and Stein walking towards them.
"You guys feel the witch's soul too?" Stein asked and received nods. "Let's go then."
The weapons transformed and the meister started to run towards the witch's soul, when suddenly a tall Japanese girl wearing a black winter coat appeared in front of them. She took off running and when Stein swung Marie at her she exploded into snow and appeared a street away, and she kept doing this every time someone tried to harm her.
After almost ten minutes she exploded again, only she didn't show up again for two minutes, and when her soul showed up on the other side of the city.
Stein gritted his teeth and started running again with the students not far behind.
When they caught up with her she was putting her coat over a figure lying on the side of the alleyway. Then she looked at them, sadness in her one showing eye. "It wasn't spouse to be like this." Then she teleported again.
Stein's doctorate took over and he and to the boy and flipped him over. The only thing that he was wearing was a jacket with a white vertical stripe down the spine and a horizontal stripe across the back of the shoulders. Spirit's custom made jacket, which he had been bragging about for the last week.
But at the moment the boy's life mattered more than finding out why Spirit gave his coat to a witch, and why the witch gave it to the boy. Even the boy's soul seemed to be frozen.
He took the kid's pulse than he noticed red, and for a moment he thought about blood. Than he noticed hair. No way. Stein picked up the boy and started to run towards the DWMA, which was a lot closer than the hospital or his lab.
"What about the witch?" Maka yelled after him, but Stein and Marie disappeared into the blizzard, leaving the students alone in the snow.
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"It's a good thing you brought him here so quickly Stein. He might have frozen otherwise." Nygus pulled a blanket over the boy. No frostbite, no blue lips, no nothing. The only thing that would suggest he was out in that storm at all was that he hadn't stopped shivering since Stein brought him in.
Marie sat in a chair not far from the two medicine professionals, with Sid sitting next to her. Lord Death was standing next to the door.
"I'm going to have to say it?" Sid asked looked around.
"Say what?" Marie asked.
"The kid looks a lot like Spirit. I'm betting unknown kid."
"I'll take that bet. Something tells me this isn't one of Spirit's children, but Spirit himself," Lord Death said.
"How would Spirit be this young?" Nygus asked.
"The witch," Stein said.
"Precisely," Lord Death said. "Let's wait for him to wake up."
"Why don't I take some blood for a DMA check?" Nygus suggested.
"No, not yet. Let's just wait."
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Three hours later the boy bolded up and started to scream. Stein and Nugus woke up and rushed to his bedside when suddenly he stopped.
"What's your name?" Lord Death asked as he came up behind Stein, Sid and Marie behind him.
"Spirit-Death Scythe," he muttered, still not opening his eyes.
"How do we know he's not lying?" Sid asked.
"We could call Joe," Lord Death suggested.
"It's in the middle of the night. Let's wait until tomorrow," said Marie.
"What? Don't I look like myself and anymore?" the redhead asked.
"Well, you're smaller now," Stein said.
He palled and his hand shifted under the blanket.
"I meant your whole body. You look like you did when you fifteen."
Spirit sighed in relief than started to open his eyes slowly. "Why are the lights off?"
"They're not. Let me look," Nygus said pulling a flashlight out of her pocket and shined it into Spirit's eyes. White clouded over Spirit's eyes and almost seemed to sparkle as Nygus moved the flashlight.
"Stein, Marie. I would like to talk to you two." Lord Death led the meister and death scythe out of the infirmary.
"What happened?"
Stein explained the witch and how they found Spirit.
"Hmmm… I'm going to get Spirit's story. Be right back." He stepped back into the room and sent Sid and Nygus out. He stayed in for a few minutes before coming back.
"Well?" Sid asked.
"I don't believe he's telling me the truth, at least not the complete truth, we'll deqal with that later. We need to figure out who Spirit will be living with until he's better."
"We'll do it," Marie announced. "Me and Stein."
"Hmmm… Stein?"
Stein shrugged. "I have no problem with that."
"Great! Then let's-" Lord Death was interrupted by a loud crash. The adults rushed into the room to hind Spirit sitting on the floor the contents of the counter broken around him.
"Don't move," Sid said. Spirit's feet weren't bare, but the glass could still cut though his sock.
"I was trying to get a glass of water," Spirit mumbled as Sid picked him up and handed him off to Stein.
"I'll clean this up," Nygus offered.
Marie touched the damp front of Spirit's borrowed sweater. "We'll get you a new sweatshirt, borrow a pair of boots, and then you'll come home with Stein and me. Does that sound alright?"
Spirit kept his head bowed away from them. "I can walk." His voice was barely audible. Stein put him down. They walked out of the infirmary, Marie leading Spirit with a hand on his shoulder, and down the hall.
Stein kept sneaking glances at Spirit's soul. The normally bright orange soul was covered in a frosty blue film. Every so often a drop would fall off, as though it was melting.
Spirit's skin was rivaling Stein's own shade, and even after he was bundled up in his borrowed clothes and his adult winter jacket he was still shivering.
Marie attempted to fit the jacket around him snugger. "I'll get your sizes, and then get you some new clothes tomorrow."
"You don't have to," Spirit mumbled.
"Nonsense," Marie said as she waved away his comment.
The three of them walked to the Patchwork Lab when Spirit told them that he wanted a room on the second story.
Marie exchanged a puzzled glance with Stein. "Why?"
Spirit shrugged. His grip on Marie's coat tightened.
"Fine," Stein and he caught Marie's look. "The stairs have a railing, and he can walk fine."
Marie sighed and put an arm around Spirit's shoulders. "We'll do our best to help you get used to this until we can fix it. Is there anything you want from your house?"
Spirit thought about it. "My ratio, my CDs, some audio books…"
Marie nodded and reached down to squeeze Spirit's hand. He pulled it away.
After a few minutes they entered what Marie called the living room and explained to Spirit in great detail where everything was, where various doors went, and basically everything she could think of. She then left for the kitchen and trusted Stein to show him where his bedroom was.
Stein led him through the door to the right and did his best to explain how to get to the room: up one flight of stairs that went up in a square pattern, through two doors. He also explained that there was a bed in the middle of the wall to his left with two bedside tables beside it. There was also a desk and chair in the far right corner and dresser across from the bed. Along with though was a window to the left of the bed.
Spirit sat on the hard bed and pulled off the outer layers of his clothes and threw them unceremoniously on the ground before burying his head into the pillow.
"I'll come and get you when dinner's ready."
Spirit nodded slowly and Stein managed to escape before the sound of sobbing started.
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I seem to be following my trend of bad first chapters. Please review, I think it'll get better.