It was 8am on a Saturday morning in the Stein household, Marie was busy making breakfast in the kitchen while Stein sat at his computer running over the plans for his latest experiment, it was rare that for the morgue to be so kind as to give him a specimen and he wanted to make the most of it.
"Dakota, Mi-amora breakfast is nearly ready come sit down. You to Franken."
Stein paused for a moment to peer over at the stairs as his two children descended. Dakota Stein the eldest at age 15 was the first down, his gold hair freshly brushed and his greygreen eyes swiftly meeting his fathers. "Morning Dad." He greeted as he pulled on his grey hooded fleece on over an olive green shirt.
Next came the baby of the family, 12 year old Mi-amrora or Mia. Her silver hair hung short, her bangs nearly covering her golden eyes. She charged over to her father and grabbed him into a crushing hug. "Morning Daddy." Just as quickly she took her seat at the table.
A faint smile came over Stein's face as he got up to join them. He enjoyed his family, it was worth ignoring the urge to dissect them in their sleep. A conversation had already started by the time he took a seat.
Mia was talking about the previous days lessons in the DWMA NOT class. She has been rather upset when she had been told that she couldn't take the EAT class entrance class until she was thirteen, even if she was an exceptional student and a fully autonomous weapon.
Dakota was just nodding at intervals, unable to show sympathy to his little sister due to not being enrolled in the DWMA at all. He hadn't had to, he was the weapon partner of the newest shinigami. Omisha was the daughter of Death the Kid and Dakota's best friend since infancy, the two were a near unstoppable pair.
"You're so lucky Dakota, you and Mish get to go on missions all the time." Mia pouted, her hyper and usually sunny personality making it rather comical.
"Yeah but we have to try to sneak around her father, I think he'd have a fit if he discovered that Lord Death was giving us so many." Dakota rolled his eyes, probably remembering one of Kid's conniptions over the safety of his little girl, it was a good thing Lady Death often talked sense into him or else Omisha would never become a fully trained Shinigami.
Stein suppressed a grin as he thought about how normal this conversation was, most strangers would assume they were a perfectly average family if they were to take a glance. How wrong that was, while the two Stein kids were much more like their mother than father they were by no means completely normal.
He remembered when he had first caught Mia reading his biology books and doodling cross sections of frogs and flowers, she had been five. Mia had also taken to ripping apart some of her stuffed animals at the seams -the ones she had received as prizes at the doctors or from random family friends that she didn't like- and reassembling them in odd arrangements. Stein had tried to show her how to dissect something when Marie was out but she had crinkled her nose at the gore and had decided that she liked rips and tears rather than incisions and gouges, she even had a ripped leaf framed in her room, she said she loved how the tear looked.
For a while they had thought that Dakota was completely normal until he had gotten truly angry for the first time. He became scarily sadistic when enraged and had even made two grown men pee themselves in terror when they had made the mistake of bringing Mia to tears. You didn't mess with Dakota unless you wanted nightmares.
Stein had a feeling of contentment as he dug into the pancakes his wife handed him, though as he sat observing the happy scene of his family he couldn't help but feel like something was wrong. He couldn't place it but it kept nagging at him, the feeling that something was coming.
Medusa stalked around the room, observing the girl in front of her. Black hair hung around the girls face, a brownish leather coat hung around her slight frame and pooled around her as she knelt on the floor.
"It's been thirteen years my dear. You've trained so very hard, your skills have grown exponentially. You've made your mother so very proud Zemsta." The only response to Medusa's words was silence.
Zemsta was fifteen now, fifteen years of raising and training this child, all for the purpose. Medusa bit back delighted laughter, finally the wait was over she was ready, it was time to strike.
"Tell me my daughter. What is your mission?"
Zemsta's head rose, grey-green eyes met gold. "Destroy the people who took away my father." a manic grin spread over her face. "Destroy the family of Franken Stein."
A/N
Hello, just a few quick notes. While the description slightly implies Stein POV most of this story is actually Zemsta POV though not all. Medusa pretty much just finished her role in the story so pretty much say bye bye. This story is inspired by the song Mordred's lullaby. Dakota Mia and Omisha are all part of my soul eater fan fic world and I am currently working on a story that tells the story of omisha's mother ( Lady Death, DTK's wife.)
Also disclamer I own only Dakota Stein, Mi-amora Stein, Zemsta Stein (Yes she has her fathers last name) and Omisha Death. I don't own any cannon characters.
