If you've watched the anime, this fanfiction is meant to take place in episode 25 or around there. I haven't read the manga, so I'm not sure where it would be set. Generally, it's a little bit after Lord Death speaks to Spirit about watching Dr. Stein because of the madness inside of him. In this version of the story, Maka's team does not lose, so she doesn't need to ask Spirit out on a date. Please enjoy and review as I go along, as this is my first Soul Eater fanfiction! Thanks.
The sky was covered with light clouds, puffy plumes of white that dabbed at the sky and seemed to take away from it's deep blue color. They reminded the redhead of cotton balls, how they could easily pick up blue paint from a sheet of paper. His own sapphire eyes watched the sky, shining in the afternoon's sunlight. He was troubled slightly by the activity Lord Death had asked him to participate in, but he couldn't say no, nor did he want to. Franken Stein was definitely falling into the madness that was released by Asuma, the Demon God. It was easier for people like Justin to handle the feeling of madness swirling in the oxygen they breathed, but for darker people like Stein, it was a difficult thing to keep under control.
Without someone to watch over him, Stein was bound to end up giving in to his crazy tendencies and tearing someone open to look at their inners. The thought made the redhead shudder, as he knew his former partner had done things like that to him back when they were students at Shibusen. Many a times he had woken to Stein standing above him, scalpel in hand, ready to dig into the warm body that belonged to his weapon. The memories made the grown man stand still, shivers running up and down his spine. He knew Stein would love to do the same thing he attempted (succeeded in?) back in school, and so he had to keep awake and conscious at all times around the sutured scientist.
Memories pushed aside, Spirit Albarn, also known as the Death Scythe, knew he had something important he must keep up on. He had to find Stein, who was hopefully with Marie. Lord Death had assured Spirit that Marie's wavelength would be able to counter Stein's slightly, at least in a way to help the madness inside of him. With his brow furrowed, Spirit began to walk hastily in the direction he assumed they had wandered. He could hear kids yelling in the court, and made his way to the entrance. His eyes landed upon his pride and joy, his daughter, Maka, who was standing on the court with an extremely exasperated face. A slight smile touched the edge of his face as he watched his daughter, remembering when she was young. I love you, Maka... Eyes, now brimming with tears, making his irises a soft baby blue, blinked in desperation. He raised his right arm to rub at the tears springing to his eyes, attempting to rid himself of them.
Once his eyes had cleared and he managed to tear his eyesight from his confused daughter, Spirit found his attention being pulled to Marie and Stein, who were seated on the bench to the right of the game, from where Spirit was standing. He blinked a few times to make sure the tears were completely drained from his eyes, and proceeded to lope forward toward his two friends. His eyes met Stein's apathetic, green eyes, and he nodded his head in greeting. He looked over to Marie, only lingering on her caramel eye for a few moments before looking back up at the game the kids were playing, now feeling awkward.
The three sat in silence for a short while, watching Maka flail about, yelling at her friends that she still didn't know the rules of basketball. Spirit found himself smiling with his hands in his pockets, watching his daughter learn the sport first-hand. It wasn't long, though, before Marie stood up, brushing her clothes off as if she had eaten something that had left crumbs. She turned, her big, warm eye lingering on Stein's, their gazes locking.
"I'll see you later tonight, then?" She said, shyly, glancing up at Spirit from one eye, the other being covered by her eye-patch. Her question was directed at Stein, although Spirit almost felt obligated to respond, the way the silence held over her query. Stein didn't move, his glasses reflecting light in a way that made it impossible to read his expression. His mouth twitched very slightly, but other than that, his body made no movement. His face was impassive as ever, making it hard to understand what was going on in his penetrated brain.
"Yeah, see you then, Marie." The glare was still a film upon Stein's glasses as he dismissed Marie. She nodded and turned around, bounding off like a happy little sheep. Her heels clacked obnoxiously against the pavement, making Spirit's blue eyes narrow in disapproval. He would never find his little girl in shoes like that, regardless of the fact that Marie was definitely Maka's senior. His disapproval was radiating, obviously, because it brought Stein's attention up from his silence, whatever had caused it. "You know Marie isn't your daughter, right?" The words made Spirit jump, having stung him. His face flushed as he glared at Stein, waving his arms around frantically.
"I know that Stein, don't be silly. I never said or even acted like she was my daughter! Maka is my daughter and..." Spirit's words continued to ramble on as he waved his arms around. Stein turned his head back to the game, reaching up to loosen the screw in his head, hopefully to dullen his hearing, as well as his focus. His gray-green eyes watched the game though, with his interest becoming piqued by Maka's attention being dragged to the-ever crazy redhead that was her biological father. The look that crossed her face was not a loving one, but an embarrassed one. Her arms crossed over her chest, much like her mother used to do before Spirit and Kami got divorced.
Spirit's arms began to slow down, his flailing slowly coming to a halt as he realized the issue at hand. Maka turned on her heel, storming off the court and down the street. Her footsteps could be heard for a short time after she had disappeared from sight, causing Spirit to cry like a baby. He wailed to his daughter, calling for her back, asking for forgiveness. Stein blinked, and glanced back to the remaining players of the basketball game he was watching moments ago. The kids were staring at Spirit, although this was not something they had not seen before. Looking back at his previous partner, Stein witnessed the redhead curled in a ball on the ground, weeping.
"Maka, I'm sorry, please forgive your idiotic father for being so silly, Maaakaa..." His words continued, and again, Stein found his eyes glazing over and his thoughts going blank as he attempted to block the sound of Spirit's wailing from entering his ear canal. Slowly, the kids began to play again, slowly, but chattering nevertheless. The game progressed much faster now that Maka wasn't in the way to trip up the players that actually knew how to play. Stein sighed, knowing he had to get Spirit to calm down. The best way to do that was to bring him back to his home and make him something to drink. He stood, his eyes blank and uncaring.
"Come on, Spirit, let's go lie down and have something relaxing to drink, eh? You've had a long day, after worrying about Lord Death demoting you and whatnot..." Stein had to resist the urge to add some pointed words, but didn't feel like making Spirit even more of a blubbering baby. He reached out, grasping Spirit around the waist and throwing the redhead over his right shoulder. The sack of potatoes over his shoulder coninued to sniffle and whimper even as Stein walked out of the court.