They were late. Very late. First period had already started; in fact, it was almost over.
It was half past nine in the morning, and Franken Stein and Spirit Albarn were still at home, with the latter being stuck somewhere along the blurred line between wakefulness and sleep.
Cursing, Stein clambered out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, yelling at Spirit to get up and that they were late. Satisfied with the incoherent mumbling coming from his Weapon's room, Stein proceeded with his shower.
Dressed and waiting, Stein tapped his foot whilst checking his watch impatiently. What on earth was Spirit doing? They needed to get going! He growled to himself as he made his way to the older boy's room. If only he was a few years older, then he would be able to get his license and not have to wait.
Respecting Spirit's privacy, he decided to knock first.
No answer.
"Senpai? Are you ready yet?" Stein gingerly pushed open the door.
The crimson idiot was still in his bed. Stein sighed. What was wrong with him? Yes, okay, so they had come home late last night from their mission and were both exhausted, but Stein was up. So if Stein was up, then surely Spirit would be up, right?
Wrong.
An outside observer who only observed and did not register facts may suggest that Spirit was still out from the sedatives that Stein used to stop him from waking during his experiments. But they would be completely off the mark.
For one, Stein didn't use sedatives on Spirit, for he didn't need to. The man could sleep through anything! Even having his skin slowly slit apart…
Stein chuckled lightly at the thought.
And secondly, Franken Stein was not a cruel man. He knew, given the state both of them were in when they arrived home, that experimenting on him would have been a great risk to the both of them.
"Senpai." Stein cocked his head to the left. Rolling up his sleeves, he padded his way over to Spirit's bed. The boy was lying on his back, head in an awkward position and mouth open with small snores erupting from it. Careful as he could, Stein climbed onto the bed and sat on his knees, leaning towards Spirit's face.
I guess I get to experiment on him after all.
"Spirit…" He whispered in a chilling tone. There was another incoherent mumble and an arm was spewed across the sleeping face. "Spirit, if you aren't out of this bed and sat upon your motorcycle in five minutes, I will dissect you." And just in case Spirit thought it was an empty threat , (though when later reflected on Stein would realize it was mostly for his own amusement), he took his scalpel out of his pocket and pressed the steel instrument gently onto Spirit's shoulder blade.
There was a sudden surprised yelp and flurry of limbs and cloths as Spirit jolted into full awareness and took one wide eyed look at Stein's face before fleeing from the room quicker than a jackrabbit in heat.
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