Stein & Papa

Slight Stein x Papa. Papa is so darn hard to write! But I don't own anything, as always :P

XXX A Soul Eater Fanfic (No Title Yet)

He picked at a loose thread on his lab coat as the chair took another spin in the infirmary, the white material fluttered after his slumped form. The smoke from his cigarette followed in a puffy circle as the gears on the chair sent him for another round.

The door opened and he walked in, fiddling with the ends of his black tie.

Slamming his upraised feet onto the ground, his wheeled chair halted with a horrible screech that sends him crashing forwards. Luckily an out of habit hand instantly reached out to grab the tail of his jacket before he toppled over. His face was barely inches from the ground before he was pulled up, the wheels scratched at the tiled floor once again.

“You are going to kill yourself like this one day.”

The grin on his face widened with ease as he looked up dizzily at the blur of red and black. “Thanks for the warning, senpai.” He readjusted his shirt and stood up, dusting off the invisible flakes from the patchwork coat. “I will watch myself next time.”

“As if, Stein. You rather crack your own skull open then be careful.” He rolled his green eyes in annoyance as he brushed a strand of dull red from his face.

Giving a low laughter first he distractedly stubbed out his cigarette, “when did you come to know me so well?” He cast a sideways glance at his work desk before murmuring something inaudible to the other; his tone was excited as he gave another small contorted laugh.

Death Scythe didn’t bother giving him a reply as he paced easily to the window; it looked down at the dusty sandy stretch of land that spreads well beyond Shibusen (死武専). The sun’s dreary glow made the dirt light up to a pale yellow, the heat in the air made it bend and waver.

“Hey, senpai.” Stein called out, Spirit turned around just in time to register that Stein had already burst through his personal bubble.

He had him pinned to the window, his body pressed against his in a manner too close for comfort. The Death Scythe couldn’t say he was the least bit surprised, his kouhai did liked to observe his specimens up close.

“What is it Stein?” He replied calmly with a lazy glance up at the towering man with the screw in his dusty white hair. He knew there was no point in pushing him off and so he didn’t even bothered trying.

“It really is a shame that woman left you.” He plainly stated, the words falling from his tongue, it tasted of the brand of cigarette only he smoked.

“Don’t call her that.” An order was accompanied by a small glare as both were sent his way in a neat little package. “She has a name.”

“Whatever, but seriously it is a shame.” He tilted his head to the side, his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose as if it was all in slow motion. He gave him a calculated peer from behind his glasses.

“What does it have to do with you?”

“Well, I always wanted to know whether they were as much fun as you were.” His eyes glinted with an unstable dark spark. Before adding in a much quieter tone.


“They as in her and Maka of course…”


His body tensed up and he stiffened as he snapped his gaze up at Stein. His eyes burning with anger and just as he was about to retort, Stein caught his cheeks in between two fingers.

“Don’t worry so much, senpai.” He gave the other man a small wiry smile before finishing the sentence. “I have enough fun with you already.”

He let go of his ex-partner’s cheeks, his fingernails scraped gently at his pale skin.

A small laugh tumbled from the tip of his tongue all in good nature. He seemed to be laughing at a joke that only he understood as Spirit stood there looking at him with a pair of unnerving green orbs. Or perhaps the joke was never really funny in the first place. With the back of his sleeve Stein wiped the laughter from his smile as he stood up straight again and with barely a look back he gathered up the papers from the infirmary desk.

Picking up the pen he gave a few clicks before heading towards the open door.

Spirit leaned back against the cool glass window; its frosty temperature seeped through his jacket and caressed his skin with a ghostly finger. He watched the scientist’s creaky movements before finally deciding to call him back.

“Hey Stein.”

“Hmm…?” He narrowed his eyes behind those frames before turning his head to face the other man.

“You’re a bastard.” A cross of his arms over his chest.

“I will take that as a compliment, senpai.” His tongue clicked along with the pen in his hand as the last note of his sentence quirked up just like his pair of thin lips.

Spirit let a small frown to come over his lips as he watched the last of the white stitched up coat disappeared around the door. Stein’s shadow wavered behind the foggy glass until he finally dispersed from the naked eye.

No goodbye, never one, it was always just an unstable grin.

And truth to be told, Spirit never liked that but he never liked Stein in the first place either. So maybe it didn’t matter too much.

XXX Kuro