Death Room

"NNNOOOOOO!"

"Nnoooo..." Death-Scythe moaned holding a white envelope in his hand. "It can't be… Nooo…!" Then he began to sob. His anguish cries echoed in the empty room.

"All my plans… it's over now… I can never be a good father to Maka… I'll be useless! She will go to her mother! She will never need me!"

And Death-Scythe cried once more, still clutching the white envelope in his hands. He began to pace back and forth. Questions began forming in his mind.

How could this happen? Why does it have to be him? Didn't they care about him and his relationship with his daughter? WHY?

He stopped pacing. He just stood there as still as a statue, his pale face running down with sweats his grips tighten on the white envelope.

"STEINNNNN!" He yelled to the empty room. "I WILL GET YOU BACK FOR THIS!"

And with that said and done, Death-Scythe ran out of the room into the unknown.

Stein's Lab

"I don't look that bad right?" Stein asked the blue zombie behind him while studying his reflection in the mirror. "I mean, this suit really fits me. What do you say Sid?"

The zombie mentioned grunted his reply. Sid Barret is too busy munching his cookies to do so. Anyway, it's not good to talk while your mouth is full. It would be very rude. And rude is not the kind of man he was.

"Is that all you can grunt?" Franken Stein said, still scrutinizing his image. "Look at me in this side, do I look fat?"

This time Sid replied. "Anyone who calls you fat is an idiot." Then he turned back to his cookies.

"Sid, where did you get those cookies?" Stein asked, finally noticing what the zombie is eating. "I don't recall giving you any."

"I found it on your kitchen… if you call that a kitchen." Then he continued eating, when he suddenly stood up. There was a loud spurting noise followed by an awful smell. "I think I need to use your bathroom."

Stein growled as he opened the windows to let the bad air out. "I hope you won't drop anything on your way there!" he snarled as Sid ran out of the room in desperate speed.

After a while he went near the cookies Sid was eating before his butt started shooting of poisonous gas. It was a plain box with chocolate chips with nuts inside. Stein was never one to like sweet food. There is no way that he could have owned that box.

He took one and smelled it. It smelled like any other ordinary cookies. Except that it has another lingering smell. Fart sprinkle.

Five years ago, Stein invented the Fart Sprinkle in request (blackmail, more like It.) of Lord Death for the annual celebration of April fool's Day. It was never used again after that day because of the hideous aftermath.

But who would do that to him? Everyone else is too much of coward to do that to him, so no candidate for main suspect came to his mind.

In the bathroom, Sid's grunts of effort reach his ears and made him feel sick in the stomach as a loud 'plop' came. Sid sighed with relief. Stein really hopes sod doesn't ruin his underground pipes.

Not to mention his house needed fumigating.

The Academy

"Did you see him today? He looks hot!"

"Ohmygawddd… I never thought he'd look so damn sexy!"

"Is that really him? I don't believe it, he must be his twin or something else!"

"I just don't believe it! Do you think he will notice me?"

"It's a wonder how a change of clothing can transform a person."

Whispers and murmurs followed Stein like a shadow wherever he went. He had done the second dare. He wore the black wind-breaker over the white polo. He failed to see how that could change his appearance so much.

Students are suddenly very keen to pass by his classroom only to peek at him and some are suddenly forgetting their things and the need to borrow some from his students.

Stein amazed how a pair of Hawaiian shirt, black pants and new shoes can make him an instant celebrity in less than five minutes.

"Okay class, today we are going talk about the different pa—"Stein began his lecturing, only to be interrupted by a boy with sunglasses sitting at the very back.

"Excuse, sir, dude! It's Gruncles here, btw." he said waving his arms about. "Where'd you get that cool shirt? It really made the girls scramble." He added with a wink.

Stein frowned. He didn't like the way this boy talk to him, as if they know each other pretty well. The other students stared at the boy with great surprise which a little later, turned to glares.

"Well mister Gruncles will you be kind enough to tell me the different parts the heart." He challenged. "Starting from Superior vena cave and inferior vena cava, where the deoxygenated blood enters the heart"

"Hey no fair, men," Gruncles protested. "You didn't answer my question!"

"If I may ask Mr. Gruncles." Maka said standing up, coming to her teacher's defense. "Yo—"

"Hey, sexy, wanna come to my place tonight?" Gruncles cut Maka off, propping his obnoxious feet up his table. "If you know what I mean?" he added winking slyly at Maka.

"Ok I really need to do something now." Stein thought to himself. But his students seem to be doing fine by themselves, so he just sat there watching them fight their own fight. This Gruncles guy seemed familiar to him… he needs to find out.

"Mister Gruncles," Kid said, a little too calm. "It would be better for all of us if you just SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"Easy, there, stripped-chap, I'm not hooking your girl… I don't go for the flat-type." He laugh, though he never finished his laugh because Maka, Chop his head hard.

"YOU SHOULD HAVE MORE RESPECT TO US WOMEN!" She yelled while ten or more students are trying to restrain her from injuring the guy further. Although Stein thinks he deserves it.

"Wow… awesome strength… could use some…" Gruncles mumbled as he tried to sit up.

"You're even from this class are you?" Soul said coolly. He didn't even move from his seat, where he continued to doze off. "Everyone knows, how Maka reacted if she is being teased as a flat-chest—"he never finished his sentenced. A book came crashing onto his head, splitting it open.

"Mr. Gruncles I think it would be wise for you if you leave this room now and never come back." Stein said finally joining the battle.

"What's wrong with you people?" He replied with a bewildered look in his eyes. "I only asked where you bought your shirt." Then he made a beeline for the door.

"Hey wait! I want to challenge you to a showdown!" Black*Star shouted intending to chase after the boy. But Stein held him fast by the collar.

"Leave it." He said pensively. "You'll probably see him in the hallways or somewhere." He continued as he dropped him unceremoniously to the ground. He clapped his hands to get everyone's attention as he navigated through fallen debris and scattered chairs to get to the teacher's desk.

"Ok class, before our lesson was rudely interrupted," he said switching to serious-teaching-mode-thing, "I was asking about the different parts of the heart…" he let his voice trailed to stop. He glanced at the uninterested faces standing among the broken stuff. "But seeing the look on your faces I guess we'll just have to cancel that topic for the time-being."

A cheer rose from the mob and they started chattering.

"BUT!" He said loudly causing them to stop and stay silent. "We need to do something, unless you want me to be fired."

One student raised his hand. Black*star.

"Black*Star have a suggestion." He said, nodding in his direction.

"Sir… Me and the rest o—" He started to say.

"The rest and I" Kid corrected him irritably.

"Shut up! This is NOT about you!" Black*Star snapped up to him. "Anyway, we were thinking…" He glanced slyly at the direction of Soul.

"Spit it out."

"TELL US ANOTHER STORY!" He shouted. Stein felt like a ton of ice have been dropped on him.

"EARLY BREAK!"

DEATH ROOM

"Hmm.." Lord Death mused as he watch Stein trying to get past the obstacles his students set up for him. they won let him leave unless he telss them another story. "This is not really what i had in mind."

he had thought people would faint or attack when they saw Stein walk down the hallways in those cloths that Death-Scythe got for him.

Speaking of Death-Scythe he hadn't seen him since yesterday, surely he is not in trouble or something.

Lord Death wave these notions away thinking that if something happened bad to his weapon, someone would have notified him immediately. he settled back in his regal chair and watch as Stein fell head first into a pile of soggy test paper... he failed another obstacle.

Lord Death remembered not to ring the bell on time... he might let the stidents have fun for another hour or so...

He is feeling evil.

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