Finding His Light

Chapter Eleven: Enticing

A/N: I hope you enjoy ^=^. I think this may be an okay chapter. The song to the right is what Spirit is singing. Also, forthoseofyouwhocan'ttell, the photo ofthegirlistheonewho "helped" SteinoutandifyouwatchSoulEaterthenyouknowher. Please comment and vote.Tellmewhatyouthink!
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Chapter Eleven: Enticing

        The sound of birds slowly died down as Stein made his way through the city. It must have been at least three hours that he'd left Mira at the cafe. He'd been walking around ever since. It was very cold, very windy and the chill bit at Stein's pale cheeks, but the chill that ran through him had long since dulled. He walked with his head straight forward, his gaze locked on what was before him.

        He didn't pay any extra attention to those around him. He had no interest in them, he only had interest in that boy. He only held interest for the crimson haired one. Stein was deeply intrigued by him, was deeply intrigued by the pretentious charm. Spirit, yes, Spirit intrigued him to the point of discomfort. He enticed Stein. Spirit had reached out to Stein. To Stein, Spirit had been the first to offer such pleasure. Stein almost enjoyed the thought of being near Spirit, almost. If only he could afford to have such thoughts.

        Though, the thought of Spirit's kindness did bring the corners of Stein's lips up the tiniest bit as he pulled Spirit's coat closer to his body. He felt so right inside of it, he felt so right with it snugged up against his body. His hands were tucked into the pockets at his side. He had a set destination in mind, though, he had no idea where his destination was located. So, he just kept walking around. He figured that he'd find the place sooner or later. He didn't care how cold it was, he didn't care if he became I'll from the chill.

        He'd decided where he was going as soon as zoon as he'd seen the flyer at the hair stylists. He was going to see Spirit. He wanted to hear Spirit's voice... Or rather, he felt the overwhelming urgeto hear his voice, to see his face, to look into his fire blazed eyes. He'd decided that it would be safe for him to go. He reasoned with himself, convincing himself that he wouldn't even have the opportunity to speak to Spirit, that Spirit most likely wouldn't even notice Stein's presence, and that made it all the better. That sealed the deal for Stein. He would get what he wanted, no, what he needed without putting Spirit in danger. The kind of danger he was already putting Mira in.

        He couldn't deal with the guilt he was beginning to feel, the guilt that would be far worse if he involved Spirit any further. He regretted telling Spirit his name, but at the same time, he felt so content that Spirit knew. That knowledge alone was enough to send a frenzy of warm feelings surging through Stein's chest. They were feelings that Stein couldn't recollect ever having, that he couldn't quite identify. He was sure they must've had a name but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. They were much different than what he felt when Mira had complimented him. He didn't know how he felt about them.

        He sighed as he continued his search. He didn't feel the need to ask for directions, though it would've helped tremendously. He wasn't that type of person. He didn't need to socialize. Socializing would do absolutely nothing for him in the end. All he needed was observation and the only thing he needed to observe was Spirit. There was just something about Spirit. He walked through the icey streets until finally, he heard the sound of music.

        It drifted through the air in small, choppy portions, filling Stein's head with what he'd only heard in a distant memory. The music seemed to carry him to where he needed to be. When he arrived at his destination he was face to face with a large shady looking building. A man stood near the door. He was very large, very tall. To be quite frank, he intimidated Stein. That sight alone was enough to stop Stein in his tracks, to make him hesitate.

        He swallowed nervously before timidly approaching the entrance. As he went to enter the building, the man caught Stein's slender arm in his overly large hand. Stein's breath hitched in his throat and he looked up into his face. The man was glaring down upon him, his mouth tight at the corners.

        "What the hell are you doing?" the man demanded.

        His voice was very gravelly, very rough. Stein just gaped at him, he didn't know what to say. He didn't even know what he was doing. He tried to speak but nothing came out.

        "Are you deaf? Where is your ticket?"

        "T-ticket?" Stein stammered.

        The man looked at Stein as if he were going to murder him. He still held Stein's arm in his hand and Stein was sure that he'd be left with a nasty bruise.

"Teto," a refined delicate voice spoke.

        The guards eyes wandered being Stein and his grip loosened. Stein craned his neck around to see a petite girl standing behind them. Her hair was shortly cropped, though her bangs were longer on the sides of her face, it was a golden brown. Her eyes were a more intense shade than Stein's own. Her eyes seemed to glow, to illuminate her entire face. They were a vibrant golden shade. Her lids were half closed as she looked up at the man.

        "What do you think you're doing?" she questioned, running her eyes over Stein's body.

        "He has no ticket," the man replied.

        The girl seemed to ponder his response then made her way towards them. She pulled something out of her pocket and handed it to the man. He looked at it with a confused expression.

        "Theirs his ticket. You can go in, boy," she said, nodding towards the door.

        Stein didn't hesitate this time, instead, he sped into the entrance. The musice became louder as he walked and when he found the band, he was overwhelmed. There was a rather large crowd surrounding a small stage located at the back of the room. Three other people stood on the stage with Spirit but he didn't pay much attention to them. He was mesmerized by the crimson haired teenager gripping the microphone.

        His eyes were closed and he moved his head to adapt his voice. Spirit's lips held a smile and his voice filled the room. Stein thought that he might let his own eyes slip closed to concentrate on the sound of Spirit's voice, though he couldn't seem to do so. He was glued to the sight of Spirit. Spirit in his dark clothing, Spirit, who was lightly covered with a layer of sweat, his bangs sticking lightly to his forehead. Stein took a deep breath as he watched Spirit open his eyes, his bluer than blue eyes that seemed to find Stein as soon as Spirit found his vision. They were still half-lided, half shining in the stage lights.

        Stein listened to every word of the song, tuning out the instrumental bits, memorizing Spirit's voice. And when the song ended, he continued to stare forward, continued to analyze Spirit with unblinking eyes. And when the slender girl on stage came up to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and taking his microphone, Stein felt a strange surge of anger fill his chest. Though, it wasn't directed towards the girl, it was directed towards himself. He wanted to scold himself, to yell at himself for not allowing Spirit's kindness to penetrate his solitude.

        He thought that if he only had, he would be able to touch Spirit so casually, to joke and laugh and smile so cheerfully by his side. And for a moment he felt as if he would cry from the frustration he felt at that very moment. That was also the moment that Spirit's eyes actually did meet Stein's. Stein watched as sapphire eyes widened in recognition, he watched as Spirit's mouth fell open in barely concealed surprise. And in that same moment, Stein spun on his heals and made his way to the door.