Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.
A/N: I wrote this a while ago and I recently found in the back of my writing journal, so I thought I'd type it up. Just a few thoughts on how I though Stein would react after Spirit left him for Kami's partnership. If you want, it could be seen as SteinxSpirit, but I don't ship that pairing so, eh, whatever floats your boat. :3
It hasn't been beta'd, so sorry for any mistakes! ^^
Enjoy, everyone~!
Apology
The lab was dark. His computer screen glowed through the gloomp as his fingers flew over the keyboard. He tried to keep his demons at bay. He tried to think of anything but the betrayal that had happened almost two years earlier; the betrayal that haunted him to that day. He tried to think of anything but that betrayal.
Anything but the memory of him leaving for her guidance, anything to break whatever friendship they had harbored, the break of partnership, the break of trust. Anything but the fact he'd been called to the Death Room and told that he would be assigned a new weapon shortly.
Anything but that.
Late into the night, a pounding sounded. A pounding sounded while he typed. He did his best to ignore the sound, but he could not quench the curiosity of knowing who was on the other side; of knowing who was pounding so loudly on the door to his house. He found himself at his front door, looking into the anxious face of Death's newest weapon.
"Stein!" the red-head exclaimed anxiously. "I came to tell you—"
"Death Scythe." The scientist's voice was cold. He would show no emotion to the man who had betrayed him for another. "I know. Is that all?"
Spirit shook his head. "Look, Stein; I wanted to say I was sorry."
The unfamiliar word rang through him. "Sorry."
The newest Death Scythe nodded in earnest. "Yes, sorry. About, y'know, how I left you and—"
"It's too late, Sempai." His voice was clipped, cold, cruel. "The time for apologies is over. Congratulations, Death Scythe, on your promotion. . . and your daughter." Then he slammed the thick steel door in the face of his former weapon.
The silver-haired man retreated to the darkness of his lab and sat himself in front of his computer. He placed his fingers on the keyboard, ready to type, but his mind was strangely blank.
"I tried, Kami, I really did!" Spirit bemoaned to his wife the next night. They were curled up together in the bed of Spirit's flat. "He just slammed the door in my face!"
Kami sighed at her husband's despair. "I told you this might happen. Think about it, Spirit. If you were Stein, and your partner left you for another, you wouldn't be happy."
"But that was almost two years ago!" Spirit whined.
"It takes some people more time to recover than others," his wife said softly. "Give Stein time; he'll get over it eventually."
"I guess you're right," Spirit mumbled, gently caressing Kami's enlarged belly with his hand. "He told me 'congratulations' for her though!"
Kami smiled and covered her husband's hand with her own. "See? I told you. Now, let's go to sleep." Spirit pulled his wife closer, nuzzled her neck, and together they slept soundly.
