Ok, so I have wanted to do a SteinXSpirit for a while now but I never really got round to it. But hooray, here it is! I have decided to do this fic in the same style as my Death Note fic "Unexplainable Emotion", as in rather than give a full story, I will highlight certain points in their life as the two of them grow up and develop their feelings for each other over the years, because nothing happens instantly like some fics might have you believe XD So yeah, we start when they are just itsy bitsy kids and by the end of it we should have… well I suppose you will have to wait and see! :D Please leave me a review as this is my first Soul Eater fic and it would be greatly appreciated to gain some feedback!

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You're so quiet, but it doesn't faze me.

You're on time, you move so fast it makes me feel lazy,

Let's join forces.

Aged 11 and 12

The young girl let the death scythe slip through her fingers so that it clattered noisily to the stone cobbles. There was a flash of white light and the death scythe seemed to liquidise and mould until the dark metal had disappeared, replaced by the figure of a young boy sprawled on the floor.

"You dropped me!" He announced, rubbing the back of his head as he sat up, crimson red hair falling loosely around his annoyed face.

"You were way too heavy, our souls aren't right for each other." The young girl replied timidly and then shuffled away among the crowd of children. Spirit scowled in her direction as he stood, brushing the dirt off of his black shirt and trousers. He surveyed the scene in front of him.

The courtyard of the DWMA was full of kids, all new arrivals to the academy and all on their desperate search for that one partner who will spend the years with them, that one person whose soul resonates perfectly with their own. Spirit kicked at a loose pebble with his boot and watched it roll away into the crowd of smiling children. He was sick of being rejected. He had lost count of the amount of meister's he had tried to pair with, each one of them moving on to someone else when they were unable to match his soul. You burn my hands…. You're too heavy for me… It doesn't feel right…

And now the crowd was starting to dwindle as newly formed partners moved away together, excited about practising with each other, learning new skills. Spirit shoved his hands into his pockets and tried to keep the defeated look from his face, wondering what would happen to him if he couldn't find someone before the day was up.

He let his gaze drift over the remaining few and his eye caught on a young boy crouched by the edge. He wore a simple white jacket and trousers sewn crudely together with thick black thread and his silver hair flopped forward over his face as he studied something before him on the ground. Spirit observed as a young girl with long black hair approached the crouching boy, standing expectantly by him. Spirit smirked when he saw that the boy was refusing to even glance up at the girl, instead leaving her to stand awkwardly beside him, her face screwing up in discomfort.

"Are you a weapon or a meister?" Spirit heard her ask with mock confidence although the boy still refused to look up at her.

"I'm a meister." Spirit heard the boy say in a blunt voice and then saw him reach out a finger to poke at something on the ground. The girl scrunched up her nose slightly before giving a small sigh of defeat.

"Do you wanna try and pair with me or not?" She asked in an impatient tone, placing her hands on her hips and glaring down at him. For a moment, the boy was still and it seemed to Spirit that if a large gust of wind was to come along, the boy would be easily carried away along with it. But then his head turned, grey bangs of hair falling away from his pale face to reveal two mossy green eyes which stared blankly up at the girl.

"No thanks." He replied and then he returned his attention to the ground, "Your soul wouldn't resonate with mine well."

"How do you know that if I haven't even tried yet?" She frowned but the boy seemed to not be paying much attention. With a small huff of annoyance, the girl turned and stalked away, leaving the boy alone once more.

Spirit tilted his head to one side before giving a determined grin and striding over towards the other boy. As he approached, he realised that the younger boy had managed to pin a butterfly to the ground in front of him, two large stones holding down its wings as it wriggled desperately.

"Hey!" Spirit shouted as he reached the boy, his shadow engulfing the crouched figure as he loomed over him, "That's cruel, let it go."

"Its wings are too damaged for it to possibly survive in the wild now." Came the low monotone voice and Spirit frowned in annoyance.

"Yeah, well whose fault is that?"

"It is mine, I am not afraid to take responsibility." At this moment the boy looked up, eyes piercing and bright.

"Why did you do it?" Spirit's tone became less angry and more curious, the younger boys expression making him feel cautious.

"I was just interested in its anatomy; I wanted to inspect it, although I don't have the tools to properly dissect a body so small at the moment." The boy had turned back to the squirming butterfly, his face leaning close to the bug and Spirit couldn't help but notice the hint of excitement that had lit up in the boy's voice.

"Shouldn't you end its suffering? I mean, it's terrible to keep it in so much pain like that." Spirit moved to stand opposite the other boy before crouching down himself so that they were face to face.

"I suppose that would be the ethical thing to do." The boy replied and Spirit saw his expression drop just a little. When he seemed to make no movement to do the job, Spirit sighed and reached out his hand, crushing the head of the bug with his thumb and stopping its desperate movements. They crouched in silence for a second, simply staring down at the dead bug on the floor until Spirit felt the boy's gaze on him. He looked up and recoiled at the intensity of the other boy's stare, his blue eyes turning wide against the green gaze.

"Would you like to try and resonate our souls?" The boy said, surprising Spirit so that his eyebrows rose under his red hair.

"Erm… sure." He replied and they both stood, the younger boy holding out two white sleeves with pale palms pointing upwards, ready for the weapon.

Spirit took a large breath in and let himself transform, his tall black figure melting and morphing into the tall black pole and sharp, shining blade. He fell into the younger boy's palms and held his breath, waiting for the rejection he had become so used to. Yet it did not come.

The boy lifted him easily, as though he was made of mere paper and proceeded to spin him round expertly, his grip steady and sure. Spirit gave a small laugh of relief as the boy stood him upwards, the large blade curving above his head.

"Shall we try and resonate properly?" The boy asked, his tone expressionless.

"Yeah, let's go for it!" Spirit shouted enthusiastically, feeling confident in this meister's grip.

And then he felt the boy's soul expand, the force of it stronger than any soul he had felt before, almost knocking him back into human form with its bright blue intensity. It was reaching out for him, shining through the darkness to find his own soul. And then they were joined together. Two souls as one and working in perfect harmony. Spirit let euphoria wash over him as they resonated, he had never felt so powerful, so ready to take on any fight that may come their way.

The young boy spun him round his head effortlessly, his pale and nimble fingers working quickly before he grasped to the handle tightly with both hands and brought Spirit crashing down the ground so that the stone cracked beneath the blade, slicing the small butterfly body perfectly in half with extreme precision. Spirit felt the boy's soul move away and separate itself from his own as he rose the blade of the scythe from the floor and stood it up once more.

Spirit quickly transformed back into human form, panting from the exhilaration of the experience, a wide grin on his face. Around them, a small crowd of children had gathered, mouths gaping wide at the display the two of them had put on. However the young boy seemed to not be paying them any attention. Instead he was crouched once more on the ground, his face close to the halved butterfly, inspecting his handy work on the poor bug.

"That was amazing! I've never had my soul connect with anyone's like that before." Spirit announced and then went to sit beside the boy once more. "Will you be my Meister?"

The boy remained silent, his expression seeming to consider the proposal whilst his eyes still roamed the mutilated butterfly. Eventually he reached out a small hand and crushed what was left of the bug to nothing more than mush then turned to Spirit.

"I suppose I could allow you to be my weapon, you have a strong soul." He said and then to Spirit's surprise, he gave a small smile; an action that seemed so strange and awkward yet was brilliantly beautiful at the same time. Spirit returned the smile and held out a hand for him to shake,

"I'm Spirit Albarn." He said and the younger boy gave his hand a cautious look before taking it in his own, smearing Spirits palm with butterfly remains.

"I'm Franken Stein. But just call me Stein."

"Stein." Spirit grinned at the strange young boy, happy to have a partner at last.

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Next chapter should see them a few years into the future, how will their relationship have developed by then? :D