Disclaimer: This is basically me saying I don't own soul eater or any of if characters.
Contains: Fluff relationship. Kid x Soul.
Thanks go to my Beta Reader: Apathetic Soul
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It was a normal day in DWMA; Stein was, attempting, to talk about a "Bowman's Capsule", muttering something about urine and blood -not that anyone was listening. Liz and Patty were doing their nails, Black Star was preaching about the greatness of himself to his captivated audience – which consisted only of Tsubaki - while Maka attempted to chat with Soul; each attempt only met with grunts and shoulder movements.
Unknown to Soul, a few seats behind him, sat Death the Kid, who was in a sort of trance as he gazed at Soul like a love sick puppy. 'How did I fall in love with this boy,' Kid thought,'out of all the people in the world it had to be him the very definition of asymmetrical, with his snow-white fluffy hair, eyes the same colour as a droplet of blood and those strong hand that ran though his hair every now and again.While Kid was in deep thought, still staring at the back of Soul's head, a hushed silence fell across the class – the only one failing to notice was Kid himself. Even Black Star had shut up.
Click, click. Stein adjusted the screw in his head, then tossed a baseball in the air, catching it firmly in his palm. 'It's been a while…' he thought, as he carefully aimed at Kid's head. A bead of sweat trickled down his face, biting his tongue in intense concentration, before, in one swift movement, he let the baseball fly. A thought struck Kid. Maybe Soul was still single because he had his eye on someone? Then the baseball hit him, too. Darkness filled Kid's vision.
"I guess I threw a little too hard…" His voice resonating with apathy, Stein turned towards the board; hiding an amused grin slyly from the class while the Thompson sisters carried Kid out.
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"I hope Kid is ok, sorta' looked like it hurt…" Soul noted, staring at the now-closed door that the Thompson sisters had just left through – Liz carrying an unconscious Kid over her shoulder.
"Well as least you care about someone!" Maka nagged.
"Sorry for ignoring you before Maka," Soul sighed, "but I can't help feeling that we should have stopped Stein." he muttered silently to himself; glaring at Stein with hate filled eyes. Soon after the sound of the bell filled the Academy.
Leaning back in his chair, Stein propped a cigarette precariously in his mouth, lighting it up and adjusting his bolt once more. Puffing out a large cloud of smoke, Stein paused to reach into his pocket, pulling out a patchwork-patterned phone and dialling a number. It only took two rings before his call was answered.
"Yo?"'As 'cool' as ever,'Stein thought sarcastically, puffing out another cloud of smoke. "Spirit, its Stein. I did as you asked."
"Well?"
"You're going to have to be a bit more clear with what you're asking, Spirit." Twisting the cigarette around in his hand, tracing one of the nicotine patches near the bottom with his finger, Stein huffed; a bolt-shaped cloud of smoke flowing from his mouth.
"How did Soul react when you hit Kid with the ball?"
"If looks could kill, Spirit, if looks could kill. You'd have thought I'd hit Soul himself in the face."
"Seems I was right."
"About...?"
"About Soul liking Kid."
"And that benefits us in any way how?"
"Isn't it obvious? If he likes Kid, he won't make a move on my precious Maka!" Stein huffed.
"Whatever, Spirit. Wanna' catch a movie later?"
"Oh?" Spirit's voice, tinged with curiosity, replied.
"Not 'like a date' - adate."
"Oh my, well when you put it like that how could I possibly refuse?"
"I'll be there at eight." Another huff and he put the phone down, breathing out another cloud of smoke.
'Spirit's spontaneity must be rubbing off on me.' Stein thought as, giddy with excitement, he sprinted out of his class, dancing down the corridor and singing "She will be loved" at the top of his voice; not even stopping to intimidate the laughing children.
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The second Soul had left the classroom he made a bee-line straight to the school nurse's office. He regretted walking in – the first thing his eyes landed on was the huge bruise forming on Kid's forehead. Then he noticed Kid's shirt seemed to have been misplaced.
"Soul?" He jumped, a faint red staining his cheeks, as he guiltily looked up and met Kid's eyes.
"Kid! Are you ok?" Soul's voice little more than a whisper, tinged with a guilty tone.
"Fucking marvellous. Not only did that ball hurt, but it messed my face up." His face dropped, realisation sinking in. "Now I'm just asymmetrical garbage…"
"I just wanted to make sure you were ok, no need to rip my head off with sarcasm, asshole." Soul spat defensively before pausing and looking at Kid – a 'sorry' written clearly in his expression. He sat next to the bed. "It's just I worry about you," Soul muttered. 'But it's more than that,'He thought bitterly, 'Lord Death, give me a sign whether he likes me or not!' Then he got a sign.
"And she will be loved!" A loud voice echoed down the corridor.
"What the hell is that?" Kid asked, before recognising the silhouette against the door. The bolt was a dead give-away.
'That's my sign!'Soul thought. "Stein's lost what marbles he had left," he muttered, shaking his head at the professor's ecstatic antics.
The singing stopped and a low, menacing growl of a voice snarled, "What was that, Soul?"
Soul blanched, the colour draining from his face. 'Crap... he'll dissect me!" He shook his head, composed himself, before answering in a shaky voice, "N-Nothing Professor! Just talking a-about… Maka's marble collection!"
"I thought so." The silhouette shrank before disappearing as Stein swept his way down the hall, humming to himself.
"Well that was weird… anyway!" Souls said, staring straight into Kid's eyes, mesmerised. "W-want to go see the new Brass-man 3 movie?"
Kid looked straight back at soul, smiling.
"I'd like that."
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OK this is my first Story and I would like to know if you like the Stein and Spirit added in there and also please review it would mean a lot to me XD well see you later for the next chapter.
Same Bat-Time Same Bat-Writer
Disclaimer: No. I don't own Batman…!
And why not another shout of to Apathetic Soul (Enforcer Of Grammar)