#beginner art

Spits this out then runs away

First drawing. . . I think I did ok

Platonic Yandere Father Stein Pt. 3

The fic it started with | Headcannons | Part 2

“Maka.”

“I see it.”

Using an invention of your own to communicate, 

it’s easy for you to slip into the building your target walked into 

With only yourself to account for as you slip past storage containers and dodge roaming security

It’s with great ease that you’re able to slot yourself behind a pillar while your target meets with a wanted criminal 

The criminal another Kishin in the making 

Their bodies burn with a distasteful crimson in your soul-sensitive vision

They’re talking, negotiating to be precise

And the info you’re getting is even better

“(Y/n) we’re moving into position don’t ah—”

You hold back the urge to call her name, listening closely to the increasing static in your comms

“---You’re getting a little to comfortable disobeying me, spawn.”

The monotone voice of your father makes you groan

Sharpening your vision you look at the shipping container across the targets’ meeting place

Seeing the purple smudge of your father’s aura making its way to you

“Looks like we’ll have to finish this quicker than I had hoped. Darn it! And I thought this would be my practice with patience.”

Faster than any of your victims can predict you’ve jumped out of your hiding place and shocked them with soul strikes

Your first target crumples likely unconscious while the other prepares themselves for attack

Metallic blades spring from their back and swipe at you 

You dodge the first but the second you have no choice but to block 

Unphased as your uniform tears you grab the blade and begin to squeeze

“AAAAAAIIIIEEEE!”

It’s owner, shrivels wiggling out of your grip to try and run

You let them get barely a meter before you launch forward electrifying your soul and embedding your hand into their chest

“Sleep forever, bud of evil.”

The body explodes and in your hands lies the shriveled red soul that barely hovers in your hand

You poke at the little flame, pulling at it’s sides to play with it’s elasticity

Behind you, you feel the air shift as something aims at your head with a blunt force that would surely break any normal skull

And yet you stand completely still

“I’m torn, deciding if you're the smartest thing I’ve made or the dumbest.”

Finally turning it’s your father his hand already crushing the tainted soul

You can’t help but chuckle

“You act like you weren’t going to intervene. I may be young but some things I know quite well and patterns are one of them.”

“Don’t pretend like me saving you kids, was you handling two opponents on your own.”

“But you’ve told your students to use every environment to your advantage, right? I just knew the washed up wackjob professor wasn’t going to let me do what I’ve been training to do. So there.”

“You think you’re so smart–”

“I have to have gotten it from somewhere and it wasn’t the metal plate in my head!”

“Guys–”

“You seem to think your maker is willing to let you get away with talking out your hide. You’d be wrong.”

“Professor–”

“Another threat about ending my life, gee thanks. This has got to be the thousandth time this month, care to come up with something new?”

“(Y/n)!”

“You should apologize to your friends. With your attitude, this may be the last time you see them.”

“And with your psychopathy, you're lucky you haven’t been put down like a rabid dog.”

Kzzzt

“Great job you two! Both of you with the grey hair get back in my office pronto!”

Maka and Soul sigh in relief, fully worried this was going to physically escalate like usual

Back in Death’s office, you can refrain from insulting your father because he’s shutting up for once

“WONDERFUL JOB, (Y/n)! You used your environment to do what you do best.”

Bowing your head, you smile widely at the glare you receive

“Thank you, Death!”

“OF COURSE OF COURSE! Now dear will you do me a favor? Kid is having some difficulty with his last assignment, do me a favor and check up on him?”

Your expression brightens and the key in your chest twitches for just a second

“Sure thing!”

You’re already skipping out of the space before Death can tell you where as if you didn’t already know

With a final nod, you’re out the door, peaking in one last time with a small smile, “Hope you put that rabid dog down, Principal Death!”

The slamming of the door matches up perfectly with the cigarette burning to ashes between Stein’s teeth

Now all alone Death and Stein take a moment

“You’ve got something you’d like to say to me.”

Death tilts his head and then brings his hands up pointing finger guns at the meister

“YOU’VE GOT A PROBLEM!”

“Well, of course I do. It just walked out of here to hunt your heir.”

“NOT WHAT I MEANT!”

Death got close, much closer than any time before and the playful bounce in his voice was gone.

Stein refused to step away he wouldn’t make it in time anyway

“You need to get yourself under control or I will.”

Grey eyes stared into the soulless black voids of Death’s before looking away

Lighting another cigarette from his pocket, Stein finally jumps away

“You won’t have to worry much longer. I’ll be dealing with it on my own.”