There was a boy...he was ridiculously pale with dazzling turquoise eyes, and he had bright crimson hair as well...he was...well...I'm not good with guys but if he would have been a girl, she would have been beautiful...then he suddenly turned at me with an angry yet calm look...
"What, never seen red hair before? Sure go ahead and make fun of me all you want!" he abruptly said looking at me straight in the eyes...I took a moment to think of a reply...
"Actually no...there are no redheads where I come from..." I managed to say looking away from him...
"Furthermore of a reason to make fun of me, no?" he said...I believe he didn't really want to say it...but he was really angry...I could see it...
"Uhm...why should I make fun of you?" I managed to say again...
"What?-" he asked and then he started laughing...why was he laughing? I wasn't capable of comprehending that...and I probably still can't now...
"You're an original one...aren't you?" he managed to say in all of his laughing...original? What did he mean by that?
"Oh, the name's Spirit Albarn by the way...just Spirit is okay" he said with a calm smile on his face...
"Uhm...Fanken Stein...you can call me Stein..." I said...why I had just given my name to a total stranger was a mistery to me...
"Stein huh? Weird name..." he said not really paying attention anymore...
"Well...pardon me but Spirit isn't so common..." I said with a small chuckle...why was I smiling over something so stupid?
"I guess so..." he replied and laughed along with me...I liked him...he made me smile so easily...
"Anyway...you don't seem from around here...?" he asked probably already knowing my answer...
"Uhm...no...I'm new here..." I said shyly trying to hide my face...why was I blushing? I don't know...
"Where do you live?" he asked turning even more curious...
"Uhm...here at the academy..." I said looking away scratching the back of my head...
"You don't live with someone? You're parents?" he asked again...but it didn't bother me...
"I'm an orphan..." I lied...my mother was dead...but I hated my father more than anything...I hadn't seen him for such a long time...
"Don't worry...I'm one too..." he said, but his smile turned...fake?
"If you don't mind me asking...with what grade did you enter DWMA?" he asked removing his smile for a second...he was probably not wanting to renember his grade...
"Uhm...I believe it was 99.94...out of 100..." I replied...he widened his eyes and slightly opened his mouth...
"99.94! Are you...kidding?" he asked in shock...
"Actually...now that I think about it...I think it was 99.96..." I replied...yes...If I wasn't mistaken it was 99.96...
"You're a GENIUS!" he said full of surprise...
"Uhm...thanks..." I said slightly blushing...I was being praised...I believe my mother was the last one to have done that...eight years ago...when she was still alive...
"Those glasses of yours aren't just for show then..." he joked...and I admit that I had smiled...
"What class have you been assigned to?" he asked...with a little twich..still in shock from before...
"Biology..." I said still blushing...
"Really? Me too! Great, we're in the same class!" he said...with that, the bell rang...it would have been my first lesson ever in DWMA...I was excited...
"I wonder who I'll get to partner up with..." he said moving his neck slightly as he walked along with me...
"Oh...are you a weapon or a meister?" I asked...I normally wouldn't ask these things but...
"Weapon, a Scythe to be exact...and I'm proud of it too!...You?" he asked looking back at me...
"Meister..." I said with a small smile...I was too proud of being one...
"Hey, who knows...maybe I'll get to partner up with you!" he said laughing...it made me smile to think that I could have partnered up with him...
As we got to class we sat close to each other in some free seats that were there...front ones...figures...
Before I had been able to sit down, the professor called my name...probably to introduce me...
"Stein, please come here for a moment!" he asked "Yes, right away sir" I simply replied leaving my books on my desk...
"Class, this is your new classmate, Franken Stein, please welcome him..." he said...with that I introdced myself properly...
"Hallo, my name is as the professor just said, Stein, I'm 13 years old and I'm a Meister...pleased to meet you..." I finished with a little fake smile..."Okay Stein, you may go back to your seat..." said the professor not even looking at me...I hated his behaviour...
As I got back to my seat where Spirit was, he had a confused look...so as I sat down he asked...
"You're 13? You jumped two years?" he asked looking at me in surprise...yes, I did jump two years...I was considered to be too smart for the other ones...
"Yes, I jumped two years...I was too smart..." I said with a chuckle, he didn't laugh, he just stared in wonder...that amused me!
"Okay class, open your books at chapter 19, we will now talk about necroscopy..." the professor said adjusting his glasses in place...I was shocked...necroscopy already? Excellent! I thought to myself...
"Eww...I hate necroscopy..." mumbled Spirit in a low voice..."Really? I find it fascinating..." I said with a smile...
"I guess it's interesting...but it involves dissecting something..." he said with a disgusted look...when I heard the word dissection sparkles came to my eyes...that's the reason why I got bullied at my old schools...I was the weird and disgusting one...I'm smart, kind, willing...I'm perfect...if it wasn't for the fact that I am my father's son...it was only a matter of time before Spirit would find out...
But I was too happy to care...I was going to finally dissect something again!...I quickly raised my hand...
"Yes, what is it Stein?" asked the professor "Uhm...excuse me...but what is the specimes we are going to examine to conduct an autospy?" I asked with sparkling eyes...
"Now Stein...who said we're going to dissect something today? I understand you're smarter than most in this class but please follow the normal pace...okay? We're only going to talk about necroscopy..." answered the professor with a laugh...because of that question of mine everyone was looking...damn it...I knew my cover wouldn't last long...I didn't do it on purpose...Spirit was looking too...but he didn't ask anything...he just looked at me...with a smile...why was he smiling? Did he think I was joking?...
I later noticed that Spirit and some others took their jacket off...so I did too...against my own will..."Are those scars?" Spirit asked lifting my arm slightly..."Yeah...they are..." I replied not too happy with the outcome..."How did you even get these? These are a LOT!" he asked examining them closely...
"Uhm..." was all I managed to say...so he asked again..."How did you get these?" still examining..."W-which one?" I asked...there was a total of seven...so he looked at me with a questioning look...
"Uhm...this one?" he pointed at one..."That one is my father's doing...along with those other six..." I said looking away, I was angry...to renember my father...so he looked at me with wide open eyes...but the professor interrupted us...
"Mr. Albarn and Mr. Stein...if you're going to talk then do it outside..." he said angrily, slightly raising his voice...
"Yes sir...excuse us..." we both said heading for the door...once we were outside, Spirit didn't miss the chance to ask me some more...
"H-How many scars...do you actually HAVE?" he asked again with wide open eyes...so many questions...but since it was him...it didn't really bother me...so I lightly lifted my shirt to reveal my abdomen showing a total of nine scars...his face became pale...
"I have nine here on my abdomen as you can see, one on my neck, seven on my right arm as you saw, three on my left arm, four on my left leg and eleven on my right leg..." I replied simply...no use keeping it a secret anymore...it was only a matter of time...his face became even paler...
"Y-Your joking..." he said..."No...I'm not...don't believe me?" so I lowered my high neck on my shirt to reveal the scar on my neck and I then lifted my right trouser to reveal my eleven scars...he was really scared now and he took a step back..."A-all...your father's doing?..." he asked "Well...not entirely...I often cut myself apart for information...I'm going to be a doctor after all...but for now...I only dissected my left arm...with three scars..." I replied calmly showing my exposed left arm...