Professor Stein hated nights like this. He hated chaperoning, there were so many things he could've been doing elsewhere. There were so many students there that would come unprepared for class the next day .The same students that he would constantly have to shush because they'd be excitedly talking about the dance. So, with nothing left to do, Stein sat on the floor and sipped his drink quietly. That is of course until young Ariel Landers ran up to him.
"Professor Stein! Professor Stein! You have to help us! Black Star, Kid, I, and our weapons all got into a sparring fight and Azaela changed back too quickly. She's cut really badly and I have no clue what to do. You obviously know something about anatomy and cuts so can you please come with!" Ariel was one of the oldest students at DWMA, having waited years for her weapon to come and find her. She didn't have problems matching soul wavelengths with anyone, it was just that she hadn't found anyone with the bond she had in mind. Ariel was pale with frosty blue hair. Tonight she had red lipstick on and a black dress, tattered from fighting. These facts only made her seem paler.
As Ariel led him to the scene of the fight, Stein couldn't help but imagine her on the table. Her blood, the color of her lipstick, trickling down her body. Her screams would echo softly in the room where the job was being done. She would be in pain, and he would love it. But quickly, he shook the thought from his head. He had a student in trouble, which was the most important thing.
"Kid, how is she?" It was obvious Ariel was resisting every urge she had to hug one of her friends.
"She's doing fine. She took a pretty bad hit but she should recover quickly." He reported. Ariel flashed him a small smile, but quickly diverted her attention to her friend.
"Zee, how do you feel?" Ariel got on her knees next to her friend.
"Honestly," Azaela barked, "I'm fine. Stein stitch me up, and you guys go dance or eat or something."
The cluster of teens nodded and went back into the school.
*Ariel's Point of View*
I smiled at Kid after we'd all filed back onto the dance floor. "Asleep" by The Smiths started playing. It was an impulsive move, but I grabbed his hand. Within a matter of seconds, we were dancing. I didn't utter a word and neither did he. After our dance we parted ways until the after party at Gallows Manor.
The party started like all young teenage parties do; an old fashioned game of Truth or Dare. Being young meisters and weapons we could do sparring dares and teacher truths. We could be as merciless as we wanted; every refusal earned us something even more embarrassing that we couldn't refuse. In a game of truth or dare like this, no one was safe. No one could escape.
I had mainly been an observer; no one really asked me much because I was pretty open normally, and they knew I'd pick truth. But Black Star tested the waters.
"Hey Ariel, you're awful quiet. Are you in awe of my godlike presence? Well Truth or Dare? You're probably going to pick truth because you're scared."
I of course piped up before he could continue, "Dare. Dare. Dare. I choose dare." I smirked towards a dumbfounded Black Star. He then turned to converse with Kid and Soul, trying to decide what my punishment was. I metaphorically bit my nails while I waited.
"Ariel, I the great assassin Black Star dare you to go into Stein's house. Let him find you, and you can take whatever punishment he gives you." The blue haired boy smirked triumphantly.
I bit my lip, "And if I don't."
"Then you have to that without your clothes on." Kid answered passively.
"And if you refuse still, then 3 on 1 sparring without your weapon." Soul finished.
I rolled my eyes and nodded at the boys, then turned to Liz and Patti, "Do you have any clothes I could borrow; if I die tonight I want to look good." The girls laughed, Patti more so than Liz, and they lead me up to their room. They quickly put me in grey skinny jeans, a black off-shoulder crop top, and black pumps. They reapplied my eyeliner and lipstick, and then sent me on my way.
To get there the weapons went in their weapon form, and the four meisters squeezed themselves onto Beelzebub. The ride was entirely unpleasant. It was cold, silent, and a little bit awkward. I was shivering, whether it was from cold weather or from nervousness. Everyone was chattering with their speculations on how the night would end. Almost none of their scenarios ended in my favor.
When we arrived at a window, everyone jumped off of Beelzebub. The weapons turned back into humans. Black Star shot me a winning smirk. Kid gave me a warm smile. Soul just rolled his eyes. Azaela was the first to speak.
"Good luck kid, not you Kid, but you Ariel. Who knows, if all goes well you'll be the first one of us to successfully ba-"
"Thanks for the vote of confidence Zee." I cut her off while lifting the window. Lucky for me, the window slid open easily. But as soon as I jumped in, I stumbled and crashed. In a matter of seconds, Stein appeared. Lights flickered on, it was time for consequences.
"Ms. Landers, if I may ask, what brings you here?" His voice was even and monotonous as usual.
"Oh Stein," I interjected, "This is your house?" I smiled nervously.
"Who else's would it be? I would've thought you better than to enter a teacher's house at night for a dare."
"You do realize had I rejected, I would've been forcibly flung here naked or beat to death in an unfair 3 on one fight without Azaela." Stein wasn't going to guilt me; I wouldn't feel bad about what I did. "But now you can offer any punishment I have to take it. It's part of the dare and I won't let Black Star win."
In response, Stein pressed his fingers together.
*Omniscient Narrator*
"What to do with her." Stein thought, "Anything, anything and everything." His brain shook with temptation. Fresh new meat, so pale and young, and it was all his to experiment. Professor Franken Stein was like a child with a toy. But he was much different than that, he was a man of strategy.
"Would you like some tea?" He asked her. Cautiously, she nodded. The youngest of the pair was shaking in her boots, figuratively of course.
While he waited for the kettle to whistle, he prepared his table. He tried to be as quiet as possible. He had been Ariel's teacher for a long time. He knew that the surprise approach would scare her off. Even the slightest hint of unrest, and she would run out.
*Meanwhile outside.*
Liz and Patty were on their knees with Azaela on top. Directly next to them were Soul and Maka with Black Star on top. The two were peering into the window trying to get hint of the situation inside.
"How can you guys be spying on them," Kid mused "Nothing is symmetrical. Not the house, not my friends. Not even me. I'm an asymmetric piece of garbage." The young reaper became restless and began to pace.
"Kid calm down," Liz snapped.
Death the Kid opened his mouth to speak, but tripped over a rock. He fell on Soul, which created a domino effect, and soon everyone was face down in the dirt. This is sad, because the group missed something interesting.
The tea kettle hissed loudly, ringing through the house. Ariel ran into the kitchen instinctively. Before Stein could turn off the kettle, she noticed the tools on the table.
"So that's what we're doing? Let's get it over with." She stripped down to her panties, not wanting to get naked for her teacher. She then lifted herself to the table. Stein was taken aback by how calm she was being. He was taken aback by her willingness. He wiped her stomach, cleaning it, to prevent infection. He pressed the knife into her skin. She closed her eyes and in took a sharp breath. Blood leaked onto her torso, and Stein smirked with pleasure. It was good to be back on the table.
