[Soul Eater] (PG)
Oct. 9th, 2012 02:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mtxref_ficAuthor's Note: Written for Soul Eater, Spirit & Stein, the first time they met
"Franken, this is Spirit Albarn: he's going to be your Weapon this year," Professor Sekhmet said, a hand on the taller, red-haired boy's shoulder. "Spirit, this Franken Stein, Dr. Viktor Stein's little boy: he's going to be the Meister you'll work with."
Ho boy, he had "Freaky" Franken Stein for a partner: Spirit had heard weird stories about the pale little creeper. He didn't have many friends, if any, and he was usually to be found in the library, in the medical section. If he wasn't out catching animals to dissect. And there were a few kids claiming that they'd passed out suddenly and woken up to find Stein standing over them with a bloody scalpel.
And the kid was as creepy as they said: he was small and skinny for his age: he looked more like seven than eleven, his greenish eyes peering through thick glasses, his pale skin heightened by the white version of the school uniform that he wore. What was up with that anyway?
"Hey there, Franky: yah wanna go watch girls after class?" Spirit offered. Good way to break the ice, and maybe the kid just needed a nice girl to get his mind off the dissecting.
Franken looked at him with a puzzled frown. "I'd rather not," he replied. "You're a redhead: I've never dissected a redhead. Are redheads really as feisty as they're said to be?"
"Feisty? well, the girls say I'm feisty and passionate and all kinds of cool stuff like that," Spirit said.
"I'd like to examine your brain and see if there's any anomalies on it," Franken replied.
"Franken, you're not supposed to dissect your partner: you're supposed to be learning how to work with him," Professor Sekhmet put in. And for once, Spirit felt relieved that she was cutting in. This kid would give him a work-out: why couldn't they have given him a cute girl, like Kami?!
"Franken, this is Spirit Albarn: he's going to be your Weapon this year," Professor Sekhmet said, a hand on the taller, red-haired boy's shoulder. "Spirit, this Franken Stein, Dr. Viktor Stein's little boy: he's going to be the Meister you'll work with."
Ho boy, he had "Freaky" Franken Stein for a partner: Spirit had heard weird stories about the pale little creeper. He didn't have many friends, if any, and he was usually to be found in the library, in the medical section. If he wasn't out catching animals to dissect. And there were a few kids claiming that they'd passed out suddenly and woken up to find Stein standing over them with a bloody scalpel.
And the kid was as creepy as they said: he was small and skinny for his age: he looked more like seven than eleven, his greenish eyes peering through thick glasses, his pale skin heightened by the white version of the school uniform that he wore. What was up with that anyway?
"Hey there, Franky: yah wanna go watch girls after class?" Spirit offered. Good way to break the ice, and maybe the kid just needed a nice girl to get his mind off the dissecting.
Franken looked at him with a puzzled frown. "I'd rather not," he replied. "You're a redhead: I've never dissected a redhead. Are redheads really as feisty as they're said to be?"
"Feisty? well, the girls say I'm feisty and passionate and all kinds of cool stuff like that," Spirit said.
"I'd like to examine your brain and see if there's any anomalies on it," Franken replied.
"Franken, you're not supposed to dissect your partner: you're supposed to be learning how to work with him," Professor Sekhmet put in. And for once, Spirit felt relieved that she was cutting in. This kid would give him a work-out: why couldn't they have given him a cute girl, like Kami?!
