Unless you've been living under a rock, you should know I do not own Soul eater. Nor am I the first person to make a Fem!Stein.

This is what happens when I'm half asleep and start a fanfiction.

Enjoy


Frankie sat at the front of her brother's class, flipping through pictures of his students. still not quite sure why she had been brought here, nor why Stein wasn't there. She had decided to move in with Stein, not teach his classes, and yet here she sat trying to memorize the student's names in case he didn't show for some reason. Then she heard something. Something that sounded like a Rolley Chair crashing, a sound she'd know quite well, because well... She had actually been the first the stroll around out of the chairs Stein was so prone to wrecking.

She put the pictures she had been looking at down, and looked over at Stein. Despite the fact that his crash had sounded painful, he looked okay. She shrugged his crash off, and proceeded to attempt to find the one face she already knew in the class.

"Maka... Maka... Maka...," she mumbled, scanning the rows with no avail at finding the student. Then again, she didn't have her glasses on. One of the bonuses not being able to unpack gave her. Not being able to find anything. It had taken her nearly an hour to find the white turtle neck sweater dress she was wearing currently.

Frankie started to put her snow white hair up in pigtails, as she listened to what Stein was saying, while wondering why her brother was still laying on the floor. She was surprised, knowing Stein, that he wasn't jumping straight to the disection, but it seemed that wasn't what he had in plan. At all.

"I would like you all to meet Frankie, My little sister. She's going to be helping me until she decides to move out of my house," Stein said, making it clear why Frankie was there. He didn't trust her home alone.

Frankie heard several murmures about her living with Stein, though she could only hear one clearly enough to make out what it was saying. Someone was wondering whether he's dissect her in her sleep.

Frankie stood up, and brushed the bangs that covered the left side of her face out of the way, pretending it would help her see, and said, "Yeah, he'll probably experiment on my body in my sleep. I don't really care. He's done it before, he can do it again. If you want proof, I'll show you the scars that decorate my torso."

She could practically hear the boys and their nosebleeds. And a few girls with nosebleeds of course, but not as many.

And Stein struggling again the Big Brother instincts he had. Can't forget him.

Frankie snickered, sticking a strawberry flavored lollipop in her mouth, before continuing to speak, "I can't do that in school obviously. So, as I've been forced to come here, may I have a weapon come up in front of the class? Just a quick demonstration on something. Don't raise your hand, just come on up. I may need more than one."

Frankie grinned as the two that had come up. An albino boy with shark teeth, Maka's partner she was sure, and a tall female with a star on her shirt's breast. This would make something interesting, she could tell even without even seeing their souls.

"Ok, It's impossible for me to resonate, even if I am a Meister. I would like to prove that to you before anything happens," Frankie said, which the two weapons seemed to have guessed that meant they needed to transform, "Ok, well, this is gonna be hilarious," she mumbled.

She reached down, and attempted to pick up the scythe that had formerly been an albino. Instead of her even lifting the weapon off the floor, she shuffled around, failing badly at getting him off the floor in quite a comical way. Next she tried the Chain Scythe, and even though she could feel that this weapon had a flexible soul, she still couldn't pick her up.

"See? Impossible." Frankie said, laughing in an embarassed way.


I sure hope this makes sense, but i wrote it when I was half asleep, so it may not even resemble English.