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Rituals of Love	By : AngelKayohisura Category: +S to Z > Soul Eater Views: 5453 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater in the slightest, and I write this for fun and not for profit.

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A/N: It's been over a year, sadly. Several things have happened--namely, more computer problems than should be permissible in a year (more than one cracked screen, incompetent repairmen, and never-ending boot up screens, anyone?). But, finally, I'm back (yay!). I’ve had this story spinning around in my head for a while now, and I’m glad I finally had the chance to sit down and write it. Special thanks to be my beta A-chan, and a shout out to spartakiade because seeing a comment from her motivated me to stop revising and just start posting. Also, thank you to everyone who reviewed my other stories.

Story: Rituals Of Love

Chapteyt:: One

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater in the slightest, and I write this for fun and not for profit.

Rating: T

Summary: Soul struggles to express his emotions, but Maka always comes first.

Joints creaked and bones popped as Soul spread his arms in a revitalizing morning stretch. His half-bared reflection stared back at him from the full-length mirror whilst dry skin rasped under blunt fingernails.

The years of fighting had taken their toll. Scars littered otherwise smooth skin—with the most prominent splitting his torso from left shoulder to right hip—and a general stiffness crept into his limbs every night. There were more lingering signs of the abuse he had put his body through, but such effects hardly ever crossed his mind. His life was too busy to dwell on such inconsequential things, and his demeanor had never changed from not giving a damn. It was the cool thing to do, after all. But despite the internal damages and general wear and tear, Soul knew he was lucky to still be fit as a fiddle. He had lost none of his muscle in his middle age, and, if he had gained a touch of fat, it was far less than many of his compatriots. Washboard abs, bulging biceps, and a full head of hair—yes, Soul was indeed still blessed.

Shrieks suddenly rent the still morning air, and a soft hiss of annoyance escaped his lips.

Four long strides carried him out of the bedroom and into the hallway. Another six brought him to the second bedroom in the hall. Two pairs of red eyes widened almost comically upon seeing the scowl directed toward them.

Both children had frozen, as if the lack of movement would cause Soul to move on and search for the cause of the ruckus elsewhere, but they had no such luck.

“It’s a little early for such roughhousing, isn’t it?” Soul drawled in the way they knew heralded their doom.

“Or a little late if you think about it. It’s all a matter of perspective. Did you know that according to this new theory published last week, time—“ The chattering child clammed up upon seeing Soul’s one raised eyebrow and pursed lips. “Or it’s a little early, you know, by the same argument Dad.”

“That’s what I thought. Get ready for school, and do it without destroying your rooms, or I’ll beat both of you.”

“But what if it’s only one of us that—“

“Both of you.”

At that, both children fell silent and dutifully clambered out of bed.

Disaster stemmed, Soul doubled back to the bedroom he had ignored earlier, and knocked. Girls at her age were so fussy, and, even though no locked doors were allowed in the house, they had at least agreed upon the compromise of knocking before entering.

Soul flicked the light on and yanked the covers off his eldest knowing that without a solid kick in the rear, the child would never wake. She was completely the opposite of her mother and all too much like her father in that respect.

Green eyes glared halfheartedly from behind cracked lids, but Soul had long since become immune to sixteen year old death threats at six a.m. Her mother had it down to an art at twelve, and he himself at thirteen after all.

“Up,” he admonished sternly.

First round of duties complete, it was a short walk in search of the biggest cup of coffee he could muster in five minutes. But despite his urgent craving of a hot, caffeinated beverage slathered with sugar, Soul couldn’t help but pause at the threshold of the kitchen.

Maka was already hard at work, waffles and bacon standing ready to combat an army of jabbing elbows and shoving knees. Delicious breakfast smells wafted throughout the room, inducing more than one loud protest from his stomach, and, Shinigami-sama bless the woman, she had an extra-large mug full of steaming coffee waiting for him.

“Good morning beautiful,” Soul murmured into her ear as his arms slipped around her waist from behind. The smile she flashed him was full of sunlight and the kiss full of nectar.

“Good morning!” Maka chirped.

Soul planted another kiss onto the nape of her neck and gave her hips another squeeze, per their morning routine, before he released her in favor of the coffee. Mornings were always chaotic on the surface, but the Albarn-Evans household truly had it down to a science.

It was a perfectly orchestrated dance of restrained mayhem, and even their rituals of love were built into the fabric.

A/N: So a note about this story. It was originally going to be a one-shot, but I decided to break it up into a few chapters so that I could post it faster. Also, because while I love long one-shots, I figured a one-shot that was 20,000 words might be off-putting for some people. Not that I'm promising this will be 20,000 words, it's just that my word counts tend to explode if I don't watch myself. Therefore, it should hopefully only be about six more chapters, not counting this introduction. And I'm actually annoyed that this first chapter is so short, but I console myself with the fact that it is only the first chapter. Lastly, I have several more things in the works, although I won’t promise when I’ll deem them done and post them. There will be three more parts to what I’m calling the “Mealtime” series, pretty much because of the reviews for “I Like My Breakfast Moaning.” More on those when I post that second installment. Although, each will be a oneshot and complete upon posting. Please review, and thank you everyone who has reviewed! I loved the reviews I received before. They were wonderful, and, again, pretty much inspired me to give a sequel to “I Like My Breakfast Moaning”.
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