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It's In The Blood	By : BVB.HIMisMIW Category: +S to Z > Soul Eater Views: 3632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or make any money off this fanfiction. I do, however, own my OC's Yin and Yang

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I scrolled through the list of music on my iSkull, waiting with Yin, who was sucking on a blue raspberry blow pop; looking off into space as the wind gently blew the black inverted cross that hung from his right ear by a thin chain. Folded over my left arm was Soul’s black and yellow jacket, the one from last night. I selected the GazettE playlist.

            Yin started waving like mad, skipping, yes, he was skipping, over to whoever came first, holding his sucker tightly in his hand so it wouldn’t go flying. I pulled out my earbuds and wound them around my iSkull, stashing it in my Iron Fist ‘Make up My Mind’ clutch purse. It was Maka and Soul. The blush that touched my cheeks wouldn’t fade as I walked over to them, his jacket clutched tightly to my chest. “Hi guys!” Yin greeted them all cheerfully. Maka blushed lightly, smiling softly at him.

            ‘Oh boy…’ I couldn’t help but think, shaking my head. “Hey, Soul.” The crimson-eyed teen looked at me, smirking as I handed him back his beloved jacket. He took it and shrugged it on, leaving it undone to show the white shirt that had ‘SOUL EATER’ printed on it in large, bold, red letters.

            “I hope we’re not interrupting anything…” I heard Sam’s voice from behind us. I turned to see him smirking, hands deep in his black skinny jeans pockets. He had on a black jean vest and black short sleeve v-neck shirt, a black cross hung from his neck, and he wore the same earrings from the first time we met. On his feet were all black Converse high tops. Kipp waved. She was wearing a large black sweater that fell off her shoulders some, a pink skull that reminded me of Shinigami-sama’s mask being the only design on the front, black and white striped pants that oddly resembled Beetlejuice’s, and ankle high black boots. For the very first time, Kipp didn’t have her trusty golf club strapped to her back.

            “Interrupting what, exactly?” Kid asked, walking over in a pair of well fitting blue jeans, white under shirt with a black short-sleeved button down over that, left completely unbuttoned, his normal rings, a simple chain necklace hanging from the slender body part, and a pair of polished black shoes. Liz was wearing a maroon halter-top, hip hugging flair lagged jeans, and beige wedge sandals. Patty was wearing a pink halter-top with a little yellow rubber duck in the bottom left corner, hip hugging jean shorts, and beige wedge sandals. Kid’s yellow-gold eyes eyed us all, basically judging us for what we were wearing.

            “If you say anything about symmetry, I promise to rip off one of your sleeves.” I threatened the young Death God. He visibly paled, coughing in his fist. “Where’s Tsubaki and—”

            “YAHOO‼” I was cut off by Black*Star’s scream as he jumped down into the center of our group.

            “Well, that answered that question.” I deadpanned, sighing heavily. Soul chuckled, smirking. Black*Star was wearing a black muscle shirt, a short cream colored vest that had a black hood, a star shaped pendent, and his shorts and shoes that he wears every day. Tsubaki jogged up to us, looking flustered. She was wearing a long floral print, red sundress that had a split on the right that went up to her mid thigh. She was wearing simple black flats. “So, are we going to split up or what?”

            “We could do that, and then meet up at the food court around 12 for lunch, do something as a group, and then we could do our own thing until closing.” Suggested Maka.

            “Sounds fun, sounds fun~” cheered Yin, clinging to the short girl while popping his sucker back into his mouth.

            “Yin— Better yet, Maka, keep him out of trouble.” She nodded, blushing softly while grabbing his right hand with her left; his clawed pinky ring grazing that back of her hand.

            “Was that an Alexander McQueen ring he was wearing on his thumb?” questioned Kid. I quirked an eyebrow at him before slowly nodding.

            “Yes…” I spoke slowly, drawing the word out. “He’s been listening to too many Visual Kei bands recently, so that’s why he’s dressed as such.”

            “While you’re wearing Iron Fist.” Kid pointed out, gesturing to my flats and clutch that hung from my shoulder. “You are also wearing Oasis sunglasses and a Vanessa Mooney headscarf; both of which aren’t cheap. Neither is your dress.” Of course he’d know how expensive my clothes were.

            I pulled out a pair of scissors and slowly started walking over towards him, causing the young God of Death to shrink and hide behind Kipp. “Keep on talking about my clothing cost and I’ll cut off your ear, Kid.” I warned, sending him a heated glare while putting the sheers away. “How about you go and take Kipp through the tunnel of love?” I suggested, watching as their eyes widen and a blush painted their cheeks cherry. Respectfully did they both leave as Patty laughed at their faces.

            “I’ll take these two.” Sam pointed towards the sisters who left with him.

            I looked towards Black*Star and Tsubaki, smirking slightly at them both. “Why don’t you go play some of the games over there, Black*Star?” I pointed towards the section completely devoted to games and the prizes. “Show everyone how great you are by winning Tsubaki every grand prize.” Said weapon blushed as I teased them both, her meister completely ignorant to what I was implying.

            “Haha! I’ll show them that I am the better than God Himself! C’mon Tsubaki!” the blue haired assassin grabbed her hand, dragging her towards the hoops game.

            “So I guess that leaves us, then…” Soul breathed against my ear, making me jump and turn, facing him. “That was so uncool.” He teased, smirking as I narrowed my eyes; looking anywhere but at him. “C’mon, let’s go on some of the rides before the lines get too long. It’ll be uncool to have to wait forever.” The crimson-eyed scythe grabbed my hand, leading us through the winding group of people to the tallest rollercoaster. My eyes widen as I gulped.

•Yin’s Point of View•

            “So what do you wanna do first, Maka?” I asked, taking my sucker out of my mouth.

            Maka shrugged, her arms wrapped around my right arm. “How about we play a game before going on a ride?” she suggested, pointing at a shooting game close by.

            “Sure, sounds fun!” we both went over there. “Do you wanna try first?” I asked, pulling out my wallet. She shook her head, looking embarrassed. “Hmm… How about I go first and then you can go? I’ll even help you shoot.” I suggested. She nodded, smiling. “Yay!” I handed the stall manager the cash.

            “Just shoot all the ducks down in the time limit. If you get them all, you get a choice of the stuffed animals on that shelf.” He gestured to a shelf filled with high quality stuffed toys. A black and white tiger wearing a black vest caught my eye. I nodded, understanding the rules and picked up the rifle that was given. “Just say when you’re ready.”

            I adjusted my hold slightly and got ready to aim, my right index finger lightly putting pressure on the trigger. “Ready.” The stall manager flipped a switch, starting the ducks along with a digital timer. Calming my breath, I aimed and pulled the trigger, knocking duck after duck down in the thirty seconds I was given. A bell rung.

            “Congrats! You may choose whatever animal you want.”

            “The tiger, please.” I stated. He handed the one I wanted to me. I smiled and turned. “Here Maka, I won it for you.”

            “Y-Yin, you didn’t have to!” she stuttered, taking the toy into her arms.

            “I know. But it wouldn’t be nice if I didn’t win a cute girl a cute animal.” I told her, watching as her cheeks turned pink. “Now, you try.” I held the rifle out to her. She sat the tiger down and took it, holding it awkwardly in her hands. “Here, let me help.” Standing behind Maka, I placed the butt of the gun where it was supposed to go, along with both of her hands, helping her aim. “Are you ready?” I asked, watching her eyes narrow in determination as she aimed. Maka nodded once in confirmation, and I nodded at the stall manager. He smiled and flipped the switch. “Just calm your breathing and aim with both eyes.” I instructed, breathing against her ear. She did as told, pressing on the trigger and hitting quite a few of the ducks in the thirty-second time limit.

            “Oh my! I did it!” she shouted, putting the gun down and hugging me. I laughed and hugged her back.

            “Not bad, you actually managed to hit a third of them.” The stall manager stated, scratching his chin. He then gestured to a shelf that had stuffed toys of dogs, cats, one turtle, and fish. “Which one would you like, little lady?” he asked.

            “The turtle, please.” Maka asked politely. The man gave her the turtle, which she took and placed on top of my head, smiling as she cuddled the tiger. I laughed, hugging her again as we walked off. “So… what next?”

            “How about the spinning tea cups?” I suggested, pointing at the ride. She nodded and took the lead, walking around a group of guys. The group shifted over slightly, right into our path, causing us to run right into them. “Ah! Sorry!” I apologized to them.

            “What the hell was that for, you little punk?!” one of them shouted, grabbing me by the front of my ‘Sleep When I’m Dead’ black tank top that was under my jacket and button down. The guy was taller than me by a foot, putting him around 6’5”, which gave him the advantage to lift me up off my feet.

            “Maybe your little friend, here, can apologize for you running into us…” one of the guys crooned darkly, pulling at the hem of Maka’s knee length red and white plaid skirt

            “Leave her alone!” I shouted, kicking the one who was holding me in the chest. He gasped and dropped me. Dogging the one that charged out of me, I spun and kicked him in the small of his back, bending into the Matrix as another flew over me. I flipped onto my hands before landing on my feet in front of Maka. The silver and black layered cross necklace I had on slapping against my chest as I shrugged out of the coat and button down, handing them to Maka. “I’ll be just a minute.” I teased, winking at her, stopping the fist that was thrown at my face.

•Maka’s Point of View•

            I held onto Yin’s clothes and prize, watching as he became a blur of black, red, and blue. My eyes widen in awe as he wrapped his legs around one of the thug’s necks, spinning, as he threw the larger man into the two that were clambering back to their feet shakingly. Yin tucked down and rolled out of the way, standing back up, only to twist away; grabbing his assailants extended arm and tossing him overhead. Yin tightened his right fist and delivered a harsh blow to the first man’s abdomen, knocking the guy out cold.

            There were only three guys standing, the other three lying on the cold ground. They charged at once. Yin dodged the two that were coming from the side by doing the splits and rolling backwards, kicking both men in the chin. He stood, only to receive a punch in the chest. He groaned, stumbling back a bit to regain his composure. “Yin, look out!” Yin lifted his knee, getting his attacker in the stomach, jumping up and flipping over his head, grabbing the body part with his calves before continuing down into a handstand, bringing the guy over and onto the chest of another.

            “Hey, what are you doing?” a security guard shouted, running over to us. Yin stood up, arms behind his head, blinking innocently at the officer. “Well, what do you have to say for yourself, boy?”

            “They attacked us first, sir!” I started, taking a few steps forward. He didn’t look as if he believed me.

            Yin’s eyes just wondered around. “They were making unwanted moves towards my girl friend, pulling at her skirt while one of them had me in the air by my shirt’s front. I did what any respectable man would do and put them in their place, as your security cameras will show.” Sure enough, the blue and red haired teen pointed a finger to the security cameras that were pointed in our direction.

            “You little shit!” Yin sighed and grabbed the badly bleached blonde that pulled on my skirt’s hair, knocking his legs out from under him so he fell to his knees. I could see the claw ring on Yin’s right pinky digging into the man’s scalp as his grip on the hair tighten, yanking the man’s head back while digging his knee into the small of the thug’s back. The security officer didn’t bother lifting a finger to stop the bi-colored haired teen. He popped another blue raspberry blow pop into his mouth.

            “I’ll say this once, and only once.” Yin grinned darkly, pulling at the guy’s hair with each word. “You apologize to my girl friend, here, and mean it; otherwise things are going to get real ugly.” His left hand transformed into the Khyber blade of his weapon form.

            The thug was sweating bullets, his face visibly pale once he noticed the blade. However, I could see in Yin’s dual colored eyes that he wasn’t serious. “I-I’m sorry! Please forgive me, Miss…” he babbled, afraid.

            Leaning forward, Yin spoke into his ear lowly. “If I ever see you treat another woman in such a matter again, I will beat you to an inch of your fucking life. Capisce?” I shivered at the foreboding tone he used, not used to hearing it come from such a sweet guy. The thug nodded his head, even with the tight grip on his hair. “Good.” Yin smiled sweetly, eyes closed, throwing the disgusting man forward. “They’re all yours, good sirs.” Yin sweetly said, addressing the, now formed, group of security officers. They all nodded, taking a single person each.

            “Yin—”

            “Well, let’s go to the spinning tea cups~” he cut me off, going back to his cheerful self as he put his shirt and coat back on, placing the soft turtle back on top of his head.

            I smiled softly at him, nodding. “Yeah, let’s go.” I laced my fingers with his, blushing darkly as I remembered him calling me his ‘girlfriend’. I shook my head, clearing away those thoughts.

            “Are you okay, Maka?”

            I looked up at him, smiling. “Of course I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be?” I questioned lightly. His hold tighten slightly on my hand. ‘Of course he didn’t mean it that way, you idiot. This is Yin, after all…’ I thought sadly, feeling my smile wane a little bit.

•Yang’s Point of View•

            I felt my stomach drop as the safety bar came across our laps, locking us in place. My purse and sunglasses were safely tucked away in one of Soul’s pockets, and he looked as calm as can be as the rollercoaster started slowly going up the first hill. “Oh… my…” I began as we got to the top. “GOD!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as we shot down, closing my eyes tightly.

            “Hell yeah!” Soul shouted, his arms raised in the air. The wind whistled shrilly as it pushed our hair back. “Woo!” he shouted, seeming to enjoy himself.

            “Holy shit!” I swore loudly, wrapping my arms tightly around his middle; making sure to bury my face in his shoulder. My stomach lurched with every twist and turn, jumping into my throat before falling to my feet with ever hill we rocketed down at top speed. I kept gripping onto him, biting down on my lip to keep from screaming really loud. I didn’t even open my eyes until I felt someone tapping my arm.

            “C’mon, scaredy cat, the ride is over.” I quickly let Soul go, blushing as we got out. He laughed, being the first out, looking all cool as he stood with his hands in his well fitting maroon pants pocket, my wallet peeking out from his jacket’s left pocket. Getting out, I tripped over a piece of slab that wasn’t even, falling against his hard chest. “You okay?” he asked, wrapping an arm around my hips to keep me balanced.

            Soul kept his arm firmly wrapped around my hips as I pulled back, hands pressed against his chest as I looked up, nodding slowly. “Yes. I just tripped over an uneven piece of slab.” He nodded, still not removing his arm from my person. “Let’s go to the arcade!” I suggested, wanting to get away from the awkward moment we were having. He smirked, everything going back to normal, as we exited the ride, going to the nearest arcade.

            People were quickly exiting the building, complaining about some cheat that kept stealing their money. “Wonder who that loser is?” Questioned Soul, pulling me closer to his side.

            “Pay up, fat ass!” someone shouted. We pushed through the crowd of people that surrounded the latest dance craze. It was similar to DDR in the manner that it had a stage and a section where you must stand on, but was like using Xbox connect, so you don’t have to hit any arrows or anything else. A teen dressed in purple slacks and a white button down stood on the stage, towering over a small boy that was on his hands and knees in defeat. His hand was stretched out, waiting for his reward, a sneer as plain as day on his face. The guy seem to be getting inpatient as he went and removed the kid’s necklace.

            “That is so uncool…” sneered Soul, glaring at the taller boy.

            “What was that, dumbass?” The boy demanded, glaring at us both.

            “You heard him, dumb fuck.” I stated, crossing my arms under my chest.

•Yin’s Point of View•

            Maka and I both stumbled off the cup ride, leaning against each other for balance. I felt my pants pocket buzz, making dig out my flip phone. I flipped it open, seeing I got a message from my old friend in Italy, Angelo. I smiled, stashing it back in my pocket. “Let’s go on the ferries wheel next!”

•Yang’s Point of View•

            “Aren’t you a lovely little bird~” the sleaze ball crooned, leaning against the stage’s railing to look me in the eye. I slapped his hand away before he had the chance to touch my hair. “And she has a bite!” his lime green eyes sparkled in amazement, making me cringe. “I’m Ashton, and you are?”

            “Give the kid back his necklace!” I demanded loudly, completely ignoring his question.

            Ashton clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “No can do, babe. He lost the bet against me.” He purred, trying to paw at my bare arm.

            I smirked, narrowing my eyes at him. “How’s this, then? I win, you return everything you took.”

            Ashton glared heatedly at me. “And if I win, you dump your boyfriend here and become my girl, instead.”

            “What the hell type of trade off is that?” Soul spoke angrily, his eyes flashing with untold rage.

            I placed a hand on his chest, going forward and onto the stage. “Deal.”

            “What?! No deal!” Soul shouted, grabbing my wrist. “No matter how uncool this whole thing is, making this bet is beyond stupid!”

            “What, think I’ll lose?”

            “No. I just don’t trust this bastard to not pull any dirty tricks.”

            I tapped his nose before kissing his cheek. “Ye of little faith. Just watch and learn you sill boy.”

            “Ready to become my girlfriend?” purred the lime green eyed teen.

            “I’d never date a man with such horrid fashion taste.” He glowered at me as I stood there, ready to begin. “Best 2 out of 3 sound good?” Ashton nodded, selecting a fast paced song. Licking my lips slowly, I easily kept up with the dance moves that crossed the screen, finding it child’s play. He seemed to notice, sticking his leg out further than required to trip me up. I used his dirty trick to slide into the next move, twirling around before popping my chest out a few times

            “Wow!”

            “How are they even able to keep up to the game?”

            “Better yet, how is she moving like that?”

            “Oh God, I hope she kicks his ass.”

            Ashton used his next move to push me off balance. I stumbled slightly, glaring at him as I fell into the splits. I stood, sliding my body back and forth in an ‘S’ shape. The song came to an end just as I finished sliding down slowly, flashing the points. Due to my small slip up, Ashton was leading by five points. I choose a slow song that was made for sensuality. The song started. I closed my eyes, feeling my thick lashes fan out across my cheeks.

•Soul’s Point of View•

            My mouth dropped, watching how fluidly Yang spun her body, dragging her fingertips slowly up her sides. This exposed more of her creamy thighs as she spun, lifting the flimsy piece of fabric more to show black lace. I pinched my nose, stopping any chance of a nose bleed, seeing her eyes were closed as she leaned forward on her hands and knees. I peeked down the front of Yang’s dress, swallowing dryly.

            Some of the boys that littered the massive group have already passed out from blood loss. Yang didn’t seem to notice as she grabbed her skirt, using it for the following moves that flashed across the screen, adding a sexual flair to the steps. The points flashed across the screen. She was in the lead by twenty points, now.

            “Tch. You got lucky.” The asshole scoffed, crossing his arms.

            “Whatever.” Yang rolled her eyes. “Choose the song, dumb ass.” The aforementioned dumb ass selected a rock song. Yang smirked, seeing the title flash across the screen. It was Down in the Morgue by a band called Snow White’s Poison Bite. It seem as the whole performance involved a lot of jumping and jerky movements, which she seemed to do without a problem. Ashton, on the other hand, seemed to have problems keeping up and making his movements as smooth.

            “Looks like you lose.” I smirked, seeing the final score appear.

            “Impossible!” the bastard shouted, turning on Yang. “You must have cheated, you bitch!” He raised his hand, about ready to strike her hard across the face. I jumped over the railing, double kicking the douche bag in the chest, sending him falling off the dance stage.

            “No cool guy would dare hit a girl.” I growled. He paled and threw the necklace at me, which Yang caught as she pressed herself against my back, loosely wrapping her slender arms around my neck.

            “Rot in hell, dumb ass.” I felt the tip of her tongue brush against the shell of my ear, hearing her stick her tongue out at him. “And while you’re there, get a sense of fashion.” She stated coldly, watching him scamper away with his tails between his legs. “Here ya go, kid.” I turned to see Yang lean forward, her right hand on her thigh, the left stretched out in front of the boy. She dropped it into his outstretched hand. “See ya around.” She winked, straightening up. “Well, that was fun! What next?”

            “How about a boat ride?” I suggested, sighing heavily. “So much excitement has drained me.”

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Look at #8 for what Angelo looks like: http://kaylasadopts.deviantart.com/art/DTA-WTA-Selfy-Adopts-13-OPEN-2-LEFT-371125906

Yin's outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/yins_day_at_deathpark/set?id=81454038

Yang's outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/day_at_deathpark/set?id=81433780

Now, it's time for Yin and Yang to answer some questions~ Let's start off with the questions from KymmieCup on deviantArt.

"What's the best advice you received?"

Yin & Yang: Don't hang around Stein-sensei alone.

"What is something no one knows about you?"

Yin: I like bubble bathes.

Yang: I have a really bad sweet tooth... -blushes-

"What is the one thing about you that you wish everyone knew?"

Yin: I honestly don't know.

Yang: I hate roses and violins.

Next, a questions from AnimePhoenix99 on Fanfiction.net

"Question for both Yin and Yang, either can answer. Do your parents have different colored hair like you guys do?"

Yin: No, they actually don't.

Yang: Our father has black hair, while our mother had red hair the same shade as Albarn-san.
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