crimsonscythe:

The scythe walked down the hallway slower than normal, with no skip in his step, a feeling of dread having washed over him. His palms were sweaty, his legs, though making the movements required for walking, were shaking. His head swarmed with the millions of possibilities that were behind the door at the end of the hall. 

It started like any other day, Shinigami had called him into the death room to give him an assignment, he was handed a manila folder and told to open it once he had left, and to follow the instructions to the T. ‘Not allowed to skip a beat’ as the goofy masked god had put it to him. And of course, Spirit couldnt refuse. When he opened the envelope and read the name at the top of the orders, he wished he could have. He didnt need to read the entire thing to realize what was about to happen. But he couldnt tell if he was excited, or scared out of his mind. 

Before he had time to decide he had reached the door at the other end of the hall in the dark basement, his shaky hand already on the handle. He drew a quick breath to still himself. He was The  Death Scythe after all, no matter what the assignment he had to be professional. 

Quickly he opened the door to the room, took the seat at the end of the desk and placed the envelope down on the surface of it, opening it to the page that held the information he was to read to the body now sitting inches from him on the other side of the desk. Spirit just prayed the wooden barrier was enough to keep the other man at bay 

“F-franken Stein..” Damn, his voice shook, it only took that for the other to sense the fear running ice cold through the weapons veins 
“Ive come to give you direct orders from Lord Death..will you accept them?”
He didnt, he couldnt take his eyes off the paper in front of him, he didnt want to see what the other man had become after all this time locked away from the world.  

Stein stared at the man before him and took in his appearance slowly. Something was wrong. Logically, he should be feeling something right about now. His heart should be racing or endorphines should be running through his mind but all he could feel was… numb. There was nothing there for the man in front of him. Was it because of the ten year absence? Had he really lost all feeling for his former partner?
“That’s a nice suit.” It was all he could think to say, ignoring the question about orders. It wasn’t Shinigmi that he was interested in at the moment. It was the man in front of him, Spirit Albarn. “You’re afraid of me. Is it because of what I did?” Stein tipped his now unbalanced head to the side, the new apendage still somewhat sore, “I don’t regret it, and I never will.”