Here's that psycho chapter I promised you~! n _ n I'm hoping that I can ask my friends for more ideas, because I'm running out. - c - Yeah. I'm rereading the manga to see if I can incorporate anymore events to lengthen my writing, but I'd be oh so joyful if anyone submits ideas! Oh, and memories and events kind of skip around here, and I know that. – w –lll So don't be confused. Yeah. I have no life. C: Thanks for reading~

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"Stein, what're you doing out here? You shouldn't be here." A familiar voice informed him in an impatient tone.

"What?" Stein replied. His sight came into focus. It was Spirit, glaring at him with his hands in his pockets. Stein was outside, and had been wandering around in Death City.

"What're you doing outside of your house, Stein? You're on house arrest…Get the hell back in your house before someone sees you!"

Stein looked a little tense himself, "Just shut up," He breathed, "I've got enough to worry about without you telling me I'm on house arrest. I already know that."

"Then go home!" Spirit replied impulsively, "I'm just saving you from potential trouble. Who knows what Shinigami-Sama'd do to you…He doesn't have the same patience as he used to."

Stein scoffed, "You think I care about him? Do you know what it's like being cooped up in a box like that? It's hell! I haven't been able to pick up the cigarettes I ordered, so I don't really have any interest in whatever you have to say to me, Spirit!" He thundered, and turned swiftly away from his friend, white lab coat fluttering loudly.

"What about me…Stein?" A female voice asked provocatively.

Stein found himself dressed in white tuxedo in the ballroom at Shibusen—reserved for the school dances they had from time to time. It was the dance today, wasn't it? There had been an announcement several weeks in advance that there'd be a dance to celebrate the age of Shibusen—it's birthday. Stein thought it rather silly, but because he was a teacher, he had to attend and act as a chaperone.

He was now dancing with the school's new nurse, a blonde-headed woman with rather golden eyes by the name of Medusa. She was dressed in a tight, but long, black dress that exposed most of her back. What crowd was she appealing to? The school nurse was dressed like this?

"I know what you are," Stein breathed in her ear, informing her that he knew well enough she was a witch. No one else suspected her but him. He knew, but most just thought he was joking. She'd also deny such claims, usually giving him a laugh and asked him if that was a form of sexual harassment.

Medusa sent him a strange smile, their dancing rhythm changing slightly, a quick spin, then a slow step here and there. "Oh?" She asked curiously.

"Yes," Stein replied rather seriously, "I can see right through you and your plans. You should leave Shibusen right now, witch. You'll only find death here."

Medusa gave him a small, yet coy, laugh, "You sound so sure of yourself. Why do you think so ill of me? I'm only the new school nurse. Aren't other staff members supposed to welcome others? Or is this just a personal matter?"

Stein gave her a smirk of his own, "I can see it in your eyes. They're like mine," He replied, another side step, and she took a step closer to him.

"How?" She asked, anticipating his further answers. "Why do you insist I'm something I'm not?"

Stein reeled in close, to the point that their noses were touching slightly, their eyes locked. "That expression is malicious—like mine. No one in this world is of value to you; just pawns you use to obtain what you want. I was once like that, of course I know we're the same."

Medusa smiled slyly, "My, my, you're quite intuitive…Though about that last bit, why do you suspect me of being a witch?"

"I'm not Shibusen's best technician for nothing, you know."

"True enough," She nodded, their lips about to touch—

"Dr. Stein!" Maka cried, wearing an expression of sadness and anxiety, "Will Soul be okay?" The young technician was still greatly worried about her clash with the pink-haired Demon Blade, Chrona, and the wound that she left behind.

Stein nodded and gave her a small smile, "He'll be fine. The operation was a complete success. Just give him some rest and the wound will close completely."

Maka breathed a sigh of relief and gave him a thankful nod, rushing in to the room behind the scientist to visit her healing weapon.

Stein whipped out a cigarette and gently lit it, it fizzled quietly as he started walking down an empty hall. He felt a presence behind him, and turned around slowly.

"That expression was fake, Stein." Spirit said rather gravely.

"You know me too well, Spirit." Stein chuckled, taking a long drag.

"How can you lie to my daughter like that?" His voice was tense.

"It takes of years of practice, and an absence of morals, Spirit. You can't lie at all, which is what makes you a good person…" He trailed off, making sure that his weapon didn't get the last word. He liked it better that way.

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Stein breathed in, clearing his head of the thoughts swimming around like piranhas in little fish bowl. His temples throbbed like he was experiencing a migraine. That nicotine addiction called to him, and he quickly lit a cigarette, to calm his nerves. It felt like ages since his last smoke. That smell most found rather foul smelled rather sweet to him. That smoke that curled around his head like a halo. He felt his headache recede and his muscle relax. Now his head was clear.

Though the question was, what was he doing outside of his house? He blinked for a moment; he didn't remember leaving in the slightest. Where had he gone to? No recollection whatsoever. Maybe he just popped out for a breath of fresh air and a smoke. That sounded rather plausible. He sighed to himself and knew that he should probably be getting back inside. He was, after all, still placed under house arrest and even something trivial like just stepping outside could get him arrested. In addition, Marie would probably start worrying right about now, and then that might get out of control as well.

He took another long drag from the cancer stick and walked to his front door, twisting the ever familiar screw doorknob he had placed on there himself. Strange, he thought. It wouldn't open. Marie didn't lock the doors, and neither did he. Most people were rather intimidated by Stein, and wouldn't even bother to venture out to the little alcove he called home. He patted his lab coat pockets in frustration. Maybe he had the key to his house somewhere. Figures. Nope. No key.

Knocking on my own front door, now that's pathetic.

More agitated at himself than anything else, he gave a few swift knocks and waited impatiently for Marie to open the door. He heard footsteps scurrying over to the front door. Bout time. The thick grey door creaked open rather loudly, but it wasn't someone Stein was expecting to see.

A little boy with dark sandy blond hair stood in the doorway, with rather dark brown eyes and a solemn expression. Stein assumed he was probably about five or six years old, but what the hell was he doing in this house? Stein had no idea who this kid was. "Who're you?" Stein asked angrily, ready to shove the kid out of the way to get into his own house.

The little boy stood his ground, "No strangers!" He yelled back. "Who are you…?" He asked quietly some time afterwards.

"I live here," Stein said, "That's all you need to know."

The little boy looked annoyed, but said nothing to the scientist. He turned around, and looked into the rest of the house, still rooted to the doorframe. "Mommy!" He shouted, "There's someone weird at the door!"

Tch…What a brat.

"Who is it, Modi?" A familiar voice called, a female figure emerging out of the shadows and into the light of the sun. "Did you ask his name politely, Modi? You should let Mommy answer the door next time you might not know how dangerous the outside world…can be."

The blonde woman at the front of the door dropped her cup of tea, which crashed to the floor and scattered into several big chucks of sharp ceramic material. She wore an eye patch with a memorable lightning bolt insignia and had soft curly golden blonde hair. "S—Stein!?" She whispered hoarsely, clearly awestruck.

Stein looked at her rather strangely. She looked a little bit older than he remembered. Not much, though. She still retained that beauty that she held onto so tightly in their Shibusen days. "What, Marie?" He asked her, like it was no big deal. "This brat won't let me in, who the hell locked the door on me?"

"Stein!" She screeched with joy, running up to him and wrapped her arms around his throat, burying her face into his shoulder. Tears overflowed and she was smiling, holding him tighter with each passing moment. "Marie," He tried to push her away, not used to this closeness. What was with her? He'd only been out for a moment. What was the deal?

"Stein…is it really you?" she sobbed with joy.

"Of course!" He responded, "Who else do you know has a giant screw lodged in his brain?"

She released her tremendous bear hug on him and wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, and sniffled a little. "Where've you been!?" She grinned, her voice still a little weak.

"I just went out for a smoke, is all…" He responded nonchalantly. His olive eyes drifted down to the 'little brat' clinging to Marie. "Who's the kid? He's a pest…"

"Stein…!" Marie glared at him lightly. She gave the small child a push so that he was now in front of her and not hiding behind her. He still wore that angry little expression. "This is Modi Stein, your son." The small child's expression remained unchanging, lips scrunched up and eyebrows furrowed.

"Son?" Stein laughed in denial. "That's a good one, Marie." He smirked, his smile fading quickly when her golden eyes told him it wasn't a joke. It was the truth. Stein's facial expression tightened, "What do you mean, 'son'?"

Marie looked away and paused, "D...Do you remember that night? You seemed completely normal that day…It already seemed like we were married, but when I woke up the next morning, you just weren't there. It's been six years, Stein. I was pregnant."

Stein's expression warped again and he pounded a fist on the doorframe loudly, which startled both Marie and Modi, "Heh, how the hell'd that cliché happen to me?"

"As clichéd as it might be, Stein," Marie looked a little defensive, "It's the truth. He's your son; you shouldn't just turn him away like that."

"Why does he have my last name and not yours? We're not married."

Marie opened her mouth, but closed it again. "I thought that because he was our son, he should have his father's last name. It fits on him, don't you think?" She smiled and said their son's name aloud, "Modi Stein. It sounds better than Modi Mjӧlnir, doesn't it?"

Already, Stein knew he wouldn't like this little bundle of joy that belonged to him. Modi didn't seem so keen on accepting his father, either. Marie was just trying to unite two feuding parties in an endless war. "Why didn't you tell me sooner, Marie?" Stein demanded. "I would have liked to known that I'd end up with a six-year-old son the next time I come home."

"You've been gone!" Marie protested. "Everyone thought you'd ended up with Medusa or Ashura or something…" Her voice grew dim, "Everyone thought you died…"

Stein let out a sigh and extinguished his cigarette, and threw it carelessly outside, "I'd like in to my own house, if you don't mind." He said snappily, brushing aside his lover and bastard of a son. "This is a joke," He muttered to himself, rubbing his forehead with a palm as he eased into a swivel chair in his office.

He looked around, everything had changed. All of the things he had that were once there had been moved into brown cardboard boxes in the corners, with black marker labels like "Stein's books" and "Stein's papers". Only the stitched green and white swivel chair remained the same. His computer had been moved somewhere else and the bookshelves containing his important anatomy and studies of various organs and the chemistry along with them were replaced with children's books. Colorful, silly and useless.

There were lots of pictures in picture frames of Marie and Modi on Stein's desk, and a few old pictures of Stein. One was a little recent, but the rest were from when he attended Shibusen with Marie. He didn't really look like he was actually posing for those shots, so Marie must have been snapping quick shots when she was infatuated with him. There were a few group shots of the crowd of friends; Spirit, Stein, Kami, Marie, Asuza, Sid and Nygus. There were a few baby pictures of Modi as well, one of them was a bath scene were Modi was submerged in the water with the small tuft of dark sandy blond hair all pulled up into a little unicorn horn sticking straight up on the top of his round head. He looked ridiculous, but Stein couldn't help but laugh a little.

It was evident from the rearrangement of this room that Marie thought he wouldn't be coming back. He noted the boxes, though, which meant she still had the few bits of hope left. The sound of Marie picking up the ceramic shards of the cup she had dropped dispelled his trance. Stein let out another sigh, still just wanting this to all be a bad dream.

Marie finally had a child like she wanted, but he knew she had to feel empty somewhere. She wanted a family, not just a parasite that Stein had bumped off to her one night he was feeling frisky. She seemed to be strong, and a caring mother, but Stein knew that what Marie appeared to be did not always guarantee her genuine feelings. She probably ached that he wasn't around to help her. Where had he been those past six years? There was just some void in his memory. Some black hole.

Stein's thoughts were interrupted again when he saw the little boy wander into the room, hiding a bit behind one of the walls with the angered expression still etched on to his childish face. Stein felt his stare, and turned around. "What do you want?" He asked rather impatiently. He wouldn't like this kid if the kid didn't like him.

"I hate you." The kid mumbled.

Stein folded his arms, "I can't hear you when you mumble. Get over here and talk to me if you want me to listen."

"You can't be my daddy." The boy said a little louder. "My daddy would have been there when Mommy needed him. You can't be him. No way."

Stein shook his head, "If me not being here for the first six years of your small little life is going to make you hate me, you've got a lot of life learning to do, Modi."

"Don't call me that!" The boy snapped, emerging from his post that was partially hidden by a wall. He balled his little fists and furrowed his brow again.

"Call you what?" Stein asked, raising a grey brow. "Your name? Marie gave it to you, why can she call you that but not me?"

Marie walked in with a weak smile on her face, "Be nice, Stein…Please."

Stein closed his mouth and eased back in his chair. Marie turned to their son, Modi. She knelt down to his level, "Now Modi," she said in a calm voice, "You have to be nice to your Daddy, okay?"

"He's not my daddy." Modi muttered.

"Why do you think he's not?" Marie asked, placing her hands on his small shoulders.

"Because he's not." Modi replied, continuing to be a stubborn little brat. "Why have I never met Daddy before? He's supposed to be here, always, Mommy!"

"Sshhhh," Marie whispered softly, trying to keep her expressive son under control. "Daddy was gone for a long time. Mommy didn't get to see him either, so you two should just get along, okay?"

Modi folded his arms and huffed, "Hmph!"

Marie narrowed her eyes at him, and stood up to make herself a little bit more intimidating, "…Modi!"

Modi bowed his head in surrender, "Sorry, Mommy."

"Now, Modi," Marie began again, "Mommy and Daddy are going to be talking for a long time, so you go to your room, and I'll tell you when you can come out, okay?"

"I…" Modi sounded ready to cry, "You mean I have to go to my room?"

Marie quickly gave her son a reassuring smile, "Just for a little bit, okay? Nothing bad will happen."

Modi hesitated, but eventually agreed and reluctantly mumbled, "Okay…" And tromped off into the direction of his own room in Stein's vast grey house of concrete and metal.

Marie heaved a giant sigh and wandered over to the same purple couch that Stein remembered; she bought it and brought it into his house when she first moved in. "Sometimes, I wonder if I'm just raising him wrong…"

Stein knew that tone of voice she was using. She needed to be comforted, she was weak. He got up slowly and sat beside her on the couch. She curled up beside him and rested her head on his shoulder. "Why did you just disappear? I was so lonely without you…and then I found out I was pregnant, and you were still nowhere to be found…"

Stein just wrapped a hand around her head; he could feel one of her ears through her hair. "I'm sorry," He whispered gently, "But I myself don't even know where I've been."

"It's been so hard raising him by myself…I need you Stein. You have to help me. He has no friends and he doesn't want to go outside at all. He always wants me with him, he hates being alone…Am I just a bad mother?" She asked feebly.

"Stop blaming yourself," Stein told her, "My mother disappeared when I was very small, and then my father just vanished out of thin air. You're a great mother, and I'm sure Modi'll turn out fine. Just stop worrying."

Marie smiled, feeling a great weight being removed from herself. She breathed in slowly, "I really did miss you Stein. Even if Modi was never born, I would still need you with me. I really have tried moving on when you rejected me earlier, but it was never really the same…I finally am your weapon now, Franken Stein." She giggled lightly, tilting her head slightly upwards to gently kiss his exposed neck.

"Honestly, I never dreamed of being a parent." Stein said quietly. "It just seemed too far away of an idea for me. I never even really dreamed of getting married. It was too much of a stretch for me. It's unreal that anyone would put up with me; I'm violent, solitary, psychotic, and unreliable. Nowhere near Perfect Father material. Whereas you are a perfect mother; kind, firm and gentle."

Marie smirked lightly and let out another little sigh through her nose, "Sometimes I asked myself 'what did I ever see in Stein?', but I knew that you needed someone to heal you. You were like the defected toy sitting on the shelf that everyone passes over because you're not like the rest. You just needed to be sewn correctly, that's all."

"It's unimaginable," Stein muttered slowly to himself.

"What is?" Marie asked, looking up at his green-grey eyes.

"That kid is me."

"Hn?" Marie asked, a little confused.

"I acted just like him, only not as clingy. I can already tell he'll be a lot like me, so you'll have to keep a close eye on him, okay? There doesn't need to be a repeat in my history."

"Of course I will, Stein!"

"I'm nothing like you!" A childish voice screamed. Both Marie and Stein's attentions were directed to their son, hiding behind a wall. They had left their guard down, and the mischievous little son of theirs had eavesdropped on their entire conversation.

"Modi!" Marie got up quickly and rushed towards him, "Don't be so angry, just give him time. You haven't even given him a chance, you just met him!"

Modi took a step back, little tears overflowing. His teeth were gritted and his hands were balled up into tight fists. "I hate him," He forced out, "Don't try to make me like him. I'll be nothing like him!" He screamed at his mother, and took off, moving with a quicker speed than anticipated for someone of his age. The front door slammed loudly and Marie just sighed. Stein got up from his seat, a little alarmed. He glanced at Marie, "Does that happen often?"

"Third time this week," She admitted. She placed a palm on her forehead. "Can you go get him for me please?" She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes. "Maybe if you talk to him, he'll forgive you. He won't seem to listen to me…"

"Fine," Stein agreed with a slight nod, "Where exactly would he be? I don't know where or what the runt likes…"

"Try in an alleyway," Marie suggested, "He doesn't like to be found, so he picks obscure places."

Stein headed towards the door with Marie in tow, "I'll be back in a bit, and I'll have Modi with me."

Marie gave him a sort of worried smile, "Make sure he doesn't get into any trouble!" She called after him as Stein left Patchwork Laboratory to look for his first born child that despised him.

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Feh. = c = How was that? I named their son Modi because Modi is the younger and lesser known of Thor's two sons. Thor has a hammer (named Mjӧlnir) and I kind of thought that it'd be a good name for something around there. = 3 = Also (for the next chapter) Modi is the god of battle and wrath, and sometimes his followers would take drugs to enhance battling skills and to stifle fear. So now that I have a few ideas, ya see where I'm going with this? ;D