Ok! This is my first fic! This is about Stein and Spirit's past, no yaoi, sorry for those lurking. I might write those in the future, but not now!~ This will be a multi-chapter story!
I appreciate comments on how to improve my work any, so please please PLEASE tell me! I would love it sooo much!
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Stein looked out at the Russian sky on the rooftop of one of the old buildings, carefully surveying his surroundings. His partner, Spirit, stood beside him with a bored expression, looking more for women than their target.
Stein ignored how immature he was acting and scanned the area with Soul Detect, immediately sensing the presence of a Kishin's egg in a nearby warehouse. Stein's eyes narrowed and jabbed Spirit, who immediately came to attention. Spirit glowed, turning into a simple scythe with a blade as black as night and a staff shaped like a cross that was also black. Just as Stein preferred.
Franken caught his Weapon and jumped off the building, making way to the warehouse, reviewing his opponent before he even got to fight. The fifteen-year-old thought quietly, keeping his partner somewhat in the dark. 'Robert Walton, age 37. Kishin's egg. Convicted for the practice of stealing innocent souls and experimenting on them for his pleasure…' Stein nodded in satisfaction of his data and continued, quite confident in his work this would be their 89th soul collected, and Stein grinned at the thought of making a Death Scythe.
Soon, they both neared the large warehouse and silently entered, cautious on their moves. Stein looked around and gasped as the doors slammed behind them. "W-what was that!" Spirit panicked a bit but Stein tried to stay calm, even though he now couldn't feel any wavelengths at all… only his own and Spirit's. Not the people in the apartments around, not the animals, not even the Kishin egg.
That scared Stein most of all.
The large, cruelly bright lights above all turned on with a snap and a continuous, low hum of the electricity. "I'm getting creped out about this place Stein. Let's get this guy's soul and beat it!"
Stein nodded and gulped hard. "Alright, I agree." 'If I could only figure out where he was…' Stein slowly walked along the eerie corridors, glancing around the large, towering shelves of hardware. His pale, unblemished skin made him look almost gray under the intense light. Stein completely unaware, the Kishin egg with the human name Robert slowly slinked down from the shelves. He looked like an exceptionally tall person, except for the jagged tattoos on his face and pupiless eyes. His shirt was torn and bloody with a bolt in each side of his neck. Messy stitches held his lips curled into a hysterical grin, his hair blonde, messy, and bloody as well.
He cackled wildly and grabbed a handful of Stein's hair, pulling him up off the ground. Stein gasped in shock and looked at Robert. This was going to be a rough fight.
~xXx~
Stein ran at full speed toward the man in front of him. He was panting heavily, battered and bruised from the difficult fight. The horrid creature cackled wildly and slammed into Franken, making him fly back into some large, heavy crates.
His pure white clothes were stained blood red form the cuts all over his body. 'Don't look at it; don't pay attention to it... I can't lose it now.' Spirit's reflection appeared on the blade, looking over his Miser, "Franken, I think we need to get out of here… He's way too strong for us!" Stein spit out a bit of blood and grimaced, "No, we can't leave this man to kill another person..." 'Too bad, we're so much alike.'
Stein cringed some, his side bleeding badly. The cold warehouse floor didn't help in any manner either. Stein slowly stumbled up as the much stronger Robert clashed into him in a flash, grinning like a mad man. Stein gasped and yelped in pain, the impact making him drop Spirit. The Weapon glowed white and took his human form with a gasp, "Franken!" Stein cringed in pain and choked and he was once again picked up off the ground, his body tensed, ready for an impact. Instead he felt someone grab his hand roughly. "Stein! Soul Resonance," Spirit screamed at him. Stein nodded slightly and gripped his hand and managed to choke out, "S-Soul Resonance!"
Spirit grinned and shifted into his Weapon form, white light building on his blade as they rapidly amplified each other's wavelengths in massive quantities. Both of them yelled, "Witch-Hunt Slash!" Spirit's blade shifted into a huge, crescent moon shape. Spirit and Stein yelled and screamed, Stein's soul slowly becoming visible and growing, growing, growing as Stein echoed his already-huge soul waves to Spirit, who was making them even more powerful.
Robert wouldn't have that, though. He smirked and sprinted towards the two, breaking right through Stein's huge soul and crashing into him. Stein gasped and quickly lost his train of thought, the scythe's white coating of energy shattering as Stein's hand left the damn blade for the second time.
Spirit immediately shifted human with a gasp, scuffed up a bit from using so much energy and it all being unexpectedly broken away. Stein cringed, choking and gasping for air. The Kishin egg had his neck in his unforgiving hands, squeezing his throat until Stein thought his ears would explode from the pounding pressure of blood not being able to escape his head.
Robert grinned even more and cackled, slamming Stein to the floor. Stein cringed and let out a hoarse yell, "Sp-Spirit…" Rob smirked and licked his teeth slowly; ready to tear his head clean off. Stein looked up at him fearfully, hands holding onto his arms tightly. Stein mustered up the last bit of strength he had, green electricity starting to crackle on his hands. Just a moment later, he shocked Robert with a powerful wave of his soul energy.
Robert screeched and quickly stood up, letting Stein go. He stumbled back heavily, still trembling from the powerful shock. Stein quickly stood and kicked him back; Spirit's arm shifted into a scythe blade and impaled the large man from behind. Spirit smirked and drew the blade out. Robert looked down at the wound and then at Spirit with a heavy glare. He stumbled more and hit one of the tall shelves and growled like a beast, looking at the two wildly.
Stein gulped slightly, 'is this… what I may turn into one day? This beast?' The man bellowed a defiant roar as his body exploded into shadows, leaving the red, scaly soul floating in the air where Robert Walton once stood. Spirit grinned happily and made quick work with the soul.
Stein looked pale… Well, paler than usual, at least. Spirit walked over to him, becoming worried. "…Stein? You feeling ok?" Spirit got a small nod in return. Spirit sighed and patted his shoulder, "C'mon. Let's get back to DWMA to take care of those nasty wounds." Something fell with a metallic clanking sound and they both looked up, seeing a surprisingly large, pointed screw plummeting from the top of the shelf straight down at Spirit.
Spirit's eyes grew wide, too shocked to move. Stein, always being the witty, quick thinker of the grouper, shoved Spirit out of the way. Stein's eyes were shut tight, he felt the screw hit his head and he heard Spirit scream in horror. 'Ah... Sempai… Don't scream like that…' He opened his eyes a little, Spirit's face was fuzzy and the room spun like a top. Darkness swooped down and took Stein as he blacked out.
Spirit watched in horror as his Miser, Franken, shoved him out of the path of the pointed bolt, putting his own self at risk of getting hurt. 'No way, Weapons are supposed to protect their Misers! Pull him away! Do something! No no no! Don't just stand there, do something you idi-'
Spirit's thoughts were cut short as the bolt flew down, impaling Stein straight through his left temple, the bloody point sticking out a good four inches out of the other side of his head. Spirit let out an inaudible gasp. Spirit shrieked in horror of what he saw before him, his Miser dying before him. He saw Stein's eyes crack open a bit and look up at him dully, his pupils were mismatched in size.
Stein's eyes closed with such a small groan it sounded like a squeak. Franken slowly slumped into Spirit and he quickly caught him with a sob. 'Oh my God, help, help, help… He's dying! I need help!'
Spirit took off his jacket and carefully laid Stein down; bunching up his coat under his head so his head wasn't on the hard ground. He stood there for a moment, desperately thinking on how to contact the DWMA. And FAST. Spirit's lower arm turned into the tip of his scythe blade, which was quite shiny. He breathed onto the cold metal, fogging it. "Just write in Death room's number, forty-two, forty-two, five sixty four, whenever you want to knock on Death's door…"
His voice was shaky and he wrote the numbers into the fog on the blade with his finger quickly. The whole blade glowed and Shinigami's masked face appeared in the blade, behind him was the blue-walled room and white floor. "Howdy-doo Spirit! How did the mission go?" He was oblivious to the blood covering his shirt.
Spirit looked at him, scared, "Not good at all. Franken's hurt real bad, he won't make the night without medical attention…"Shinigami flinched as the statement, "Oh dear… where is he then? I'll send someone out immediately." Spirit sighed quietly and turned his arm, allowing him to see Stein, whose hair was plastered to his head with dark red blood. Shinigami didn't say anything and when Spirit pulled his arm back to talk, he only said, "Stay where you are, I'm sending a one of the teachers out to pick you two up."
The blade turned white and then to regular black. Spirit whimpered quietly and the blade disappeared, leaving behind his regular arm. Spirit walked over to Stein and kneeled down beside him to keep him company.
~xXx~
Spirit was finally back at the DWMA. He was happy at that, but very nervous as well. His own minor wounds had been taken care of while Stein was rushed away to be taken care of. He wanted to see his Miser, but he was nervous at the same time. The ninety souls they had collected had been confiscated for Spirit's failure to protect his Meister.
Spirit rubbed his sore throat, getting so many souls taken at once… it made him feel dizzy and sick. He slid down the wall on his back to his bottom and sighed. He felt terrible about letting his Meister get hurt like that. Stein is okay, when he's calmed down from his strange "urges" to dissect the person closest to him, and sometimes HE was the target. Besides that though, Stein seemed to be pretty ok. He was strong, skilled and defiantly the strongest one in the school.
A petite nurse walked out of the medical room, a small girl walking behind her. Spirit looked up at the two, almost not caring about how pretty they were. He stood and walked over quickly. "How is he?" He looked at the two worriedly, especially the young girl, Kami, he had a big crush on her. "Well, he's doing fine now, but… The large bolt, we couldn't take it out," The woman said. Kami nodded sadly, "I'm really sorry Spirit. He's asleep now if you wanna see him…"
Spirit nodded quietly and followed her into the room. Nobody else was in there except for Stein. He was lying on his back, head wrapped thickly in crisp white bandages, asleep. Spirit slowly walked over to Stein's bed and sat in a chair right next to it. Kami stood on the other side of the bed, her hands clasped together. Spirit looked at the large bolt sticking out of Stein's head with a hateful look, angry with himself for not taking the blow instead. His head was elevated with a neck brace so the bolt wouldn't touch the pillows. It made him look pitiful. Spirit gently touched his hand, trying his best not to break down and cry.
Kami sighed quietly, "I'm sorry, again, about all of this. I wish I could help somehow." Spirit looked up at her and gave a small nod, "Thanks Kami. You're a good nurse," he blushed lightly, averted his eyes, turning his head to the side some, "You're really pretty, too." Kami blinked and slowly started blushing, "Oh… thank you, Spirit. "
She stopped herself and began looking curiously at Spirit's neck. "Hey, what are these?" She leaned Stein, placing one hand on Stein's opposite side and lightly brushed away Spirit's crimson locks. Her eyes widened, "Sp-Spirit! What are these scars from!"