It was the end of the first day of the week-long Shibusen Academy Entrance Evaluations, and Death Scythe Spirit Albarn wasn't terribly impressed by the crop youngsters trying out this year. Except for his Maka (a shining example of all things Good and Right in this world), there was a lack of seriousness amongst the kids. They seemed to see it all as a game—a way to impress one another and their families. He'd had to keep tackling one kid in particular, a short little snot with blue hair who kept climbing on top of things and shouting.
All in all, he was ready for a nice, relaxing evening at the Cabaret. It had been a very long day; and certainly there was no one good enough for his Maka.
There was an interesting rumor going around, however, about an Evans applying this year. It was more than a little strange that such a prodigious music family would produce a weapon after all these years.
It wasn't that such things never happened—weapons would occasionally pop up in even the most human bloodlines—but rather that the kid was being allowed to come to Shibusen at all. With a reputation like the Evans', a family who only thought highly of those with careers in the height of musical talent, you'd think they'd have beaten any weaponry out of him by now.
What was the kid's name? Something like Coal Heater. Mole Feeder?
Whatever.
Spirit stretched his arms over his head contentedly.
The brat was supposed to be some kind of genius on the piano, of course. And last time he'd stopped in to woo Medusa at the school clinic, she had described the boy as "troubled." How fruity! He'd give him a week—tops—before he went crying home to Mommy.
Luckily his Maka was like her Mama: too clever to accept anyone but the absolute best for a partner. The thought put a spring in his step as he turned the corner to the cabaret.
But wait…
Why would he ever want a kid like himself within fifty feet of Maka?
Huh.
Spirit stopped in his tracks.
This was…somewhat of a conundrum…
AN: I think it's quite possible Spirit (and most of Shibusen) would have heard of Soul before he even arrived or found his partner in Maka. Even in the midst of the series, you get this sense of an air of celebrity and mystery surrounding Soul and (later) his family, and it fits in my mind that this would have been started by rumors of this unexpected, strange, misfit kid before he was even enrolled.
Also, I tried to paint the public image of the Evans as something Soul would not want to be associated with and would have reason to resent, but weren't outright baby beaters…Ironic then, that I used the metaphor of "beat out", then, eh? O_o It's a metaphor! Stop looking at me like that!