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Soul could feel everybody eyes on him. He could hear the whispers about the news ,after all it did spread like wildfire. Soul growled under his breath overhearing some girls talking about the issue at hand. " yeah I heard that his mother is going out with one of the teachers!" whispered one girl " and his dad only died a few months ago!" another would say. The scars about his fathers sudden death were still raw within him and he was shocked when his mother announced that she was replacing his father less than six months later. It just made him sick. After the announcement came a full scale argument, it was so bad that both Maka and Wes ended up dragging a very angry and distressed Soul back to their apartment.
Then two days ago Soul found out that his mother was going out with a teacher in the D.W.M.A she did not say who for fear of his safety near her son. Soul continued down the hall walking at a faster pace than he normally did to escape the other students. Maka was the only one who saw what this was doing to him behind the scenes. Lately Soul could not concentrate on anything . Just that morning Soul dropped a plate onto the floor. She jumped when she heard the glass shatter. She spun around to see Soul's head tilted towards the floor, his silver locks falling over his deep crimson eyes. He never uttered a word but just bent down and started picking up the pieces. "God Soul! My heart, you scared me! Are you okay? Did you hurt your self?" Maka asked worried. She didn't get a response. As she went to help him clean up she saw blood trickling down his arm , running under his orange t-shirt. " Soul your hand! Maka gasped as she grabbed his bloody hand to examine it. There was a deep cut just under his index finger that was spurting blood down his wrist and arm.
"oh" Soul mumbled standing up and placing his injured hand under the cold tap. After patching up his hand with a small bandage he left for school without Maka. Soul had been getting memories and flashbacks of his childhood ever since the funeral. Some very painful because Soul was always close to his father. Most would think it was because his father was the one who played the piano , the one who thought him the piano, but that was just one of the many similarities that they had . Soul was closer to his dad because his dad played piano and Wes was closer to their mother because she played the violin.
Soul spent most of his childhood with his father. Unlike his mother , his father ,made time for Soul. Many evenings Soul spent lying on the top of his fathers piano just listening to the melody's his father would play. Watching his fathers fingers glide over the keys. Wondering if maybe someday he to would be that good. Many days he would take his younger son fishing away from the busy world and into the quiet of nature. Soul smiled remembering the way his dad used to tickle him until his stomach hurt. The way he mess with Souls hair. The way both of them would sit down on the floor of the nursery for hours and play with the wooden trains. He never compared Soul to his brother. He accepted him the way he was and who he was, even though he always said Soul was talented at the piano, but his mother didn't agree.
Eventually Soul reached the class room. He breathed a sigh of relief. For once he was glad that he had Stein first class. In Soul's eyes he was the coolest teacher in the school. Sometimes he felt he could relate to him. He didn't really mind his classes and got along with the man reasonably well. As Soul opened the class room door he bumped in Stein accidentally. Stein was carrying notes in his hands and the sudden and unexpected impact with his student sent them all over the floor as well, both of them fell to the ground. Soul let out a pain filled gasp as the air was knocked out of him after he hit the floor. "crap!" Soul whispered.
Stein heard his cry and nearly jumped to his feet to help the boy up. "oh god if she finds out I hurt him were done!" Stein mentally slapped himself for bumping into Soul. "Soul are you okay?" Stein asked offering his hand to the boy below him. Soul sat up inhaling sharply and taking Stein's hand . Stein pulled the boy to his feet with ease. "yeah man fine it's cool." Soul smiled trying to act cool about the whole thing. Stein sighted in relief. "good sorry about that, wasn't looking where I was going." Stein apologized. "no man I was in the wrong! Huh I should have seen you coming, sorry let me help you." Soul exclaimed bending down and started to help Stein pick up the paper. "he's a good kid, he will understand." Stein thought smiling slightly at the boy beside him.
As both of them were picking up the papers off the ground, Stein saw the blood stained bandage on Soul's hand. "hey Soul?" Stein questioned . "yeah Sir?" Soul looked up at him. "what happened to your hand?"
Soul's eyes moved to his hand. He sighed and said "I had an accident with a plate this morning, it's nothing really!" Soul didn't want to make a fuss and sound like a child. Stein laughed slightly which confused Soul. "looks a bit more serious than that Soul , why don't you come up to the sick bay after class and I'll have a look at it?" Soul shrugged and agreed. "good" Stein smiled and fixed his glasses. Soul stood up and headed towards his seat.
After class ended Soul made his way to the sick bay. His shoes echoed in the hollow hallway as he approached the room. He knocked on the door and waited. He heard someone move about and then the door opened . The strong light flooded into the dimly lit hallway. " ah Soul you're here!" Soul looked up to see Stein's face, his eyes were hidden by the reflection of his glasses. "come in and let me look at this hand of yours." Stein moved out of the way of the door to let the teen in. Soul made his way over to the patient bed and gently lifted himself onto it , careful not to reopen his wound. Stein walked over to Soul and took his hand in his and started unwinding the bandage. Soul blushed slightly at the contact. " my my you have really done a number on your self!" Stein said examining Souls hand. "I'm afraid that's going to need stitches, Sorry Soul." Soul glanced away from his hand and muttered "great" Stein moved away from Soul and gathered his equipment. "this might hurt a bit." Stein called from across the room. "yay" Soul relied sarcastically, Stein laughed.
"Alright are you ready now, I'll try and make this as quick and painless as I can." Stein retorted taking hold of Soul's small wrist. "Just hurry up and get it over with." Soul sighed bracing himself. "as you wish." Stein said sticking the needle into Soul's left hand. Soul flinched slightly at the pain but soon got over it. Soul looked over at Stein and saw how deep his concentration was on this. "hey Stein can I talk to you about something?" Soul asked. Stein had an idea of where this was going to go. "yeah sure, what's wrong?"
"I would think that you have heard about my mother…." Soul started. "yes I have." Stein replied he was right. "do you know who he is?" Soul studied Stein's reaction to the question which wasn't very revealing. "yes" Stein answered. " do I?" Stein sighted in his head. "Yup" "Oh" Soul replied. "Soul are you mad at her?" Stein's gaze never wandered from what he was doing. "yes! how could she? He was my dad! And it's only been just six months! How can she move on? It's not fair! On him, on us! You understand right?" Soul asked looking over at Stein. "yes I understand" Stein replied. "he was my dad, my idol, my hero and she can just move on? He was the only one who saw me for who I was! not who I was ment to be! The only one who cared about my opinion and me in general. And I can't stop thinking about him, I miss him…" Soul's gaze fell to the floor again. Stein sighed this as going to be harder than he thought.
"Stein?" Stein looked up at the boy. "who is he?" Stein 's gaze met Soul's for a split second before he said
"it's me"
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