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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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Tsubaki stumbled slightly as all of use met at the food court, her arms filled with soft plush toys. Sitting on Yin’s head was a turtle, while Maka cradled a tiger. Kid was holding a penguin while Kipp had a stuffed bubble gum pink cat on her shoulder. Patty had a large giraffe in her arms, squeezing it tightly that it looked cruel, while Liz had a plush snow fox. Soul, Sam, and I seemed to be the only three without a stuffed animal. “Yin, why are you limping?” I questioned, narrowing my eyes at my twin.

            “Well… you see…” he couldn’t look me in the eye.

            I sighed, shaking my head as I hugged him. “You make me worry, you know that?” his hold around me tightens, bringing us closer as he rested his head against my collarbone. “There, there… Let’s get something to eat.” Yin nodded and went back to clinging on Maka. All of us went to random places in the food court. Yin and I both got foot long club subs. He got onions, pickles, cucumber, mustered, American cheese, and mayo on his. I, on the other hand, only got American cheese, lettuce, cucumber, and mayo on mine before having it toasted. Yin bought two cookies and a coke, and I bought a vine of grapes and a Pepsi.

            “Are you able to eat all of that?” Yin questioned, looking at the giant stack of food Black*Star got.

            “Of course I can!” the blue haired assassin shouted, inhaling his food.

            “Black*Star, that’s disgusting!” Maka scolded, pulling a face at the way he was eating. At least Soul wasn’t woofing down all his food.

            “I’m surprised you don’t choke…” I commented, eyeing how the white haired teen was eating a large turkey leg. Clutched between his jagged teeth was a piece of skin that just hung there as he stopped, starring at me with those piercing crimson eyes. He broke eye contact so he could swallow the hunk of flesh.

            “And what about you, Miss Dainty?” he asked, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

            “What about me?” I asked, pulling off one of the grapes from its stem with my tongue.

            Soul leaned in closer, brushing some of my hair behind my ear. “How good are you at swallowing without choking?” I felt his lips brush against my ear as he spoke those words lowly. My face burned as I started coughing into my fist.

            “What?!” I asked in a harsh whisper. Soul simply flicked the end of my nose as he smirked.

            “You heard me. Now answer my question.” I flushed and looked away, going back to eating my lunch. Yin was calmly munching away on his cookies while Patty made a mess, eating exactly like Black*Star. Both Maka and Liz gave them both looks of disgust while Kipp tried making Kid eat a bite of her cheeseburger. Sam was sipping his chocolate shake, looking mildly entertained by his meister’s antics. Everyone was oblivious to Soul’s conversation and mine. “Or would you rather show me how good you are?” he smirked, crimson eyes twinkling evilly.

            “Sh-shut up!” I threw a few grapes at him, which didn’t do anything as he caught them all in his mouth. Soul cradled one of the more plump dark purple berries with his tongue, holding it out before eating it. I blushed more, quickly looking away as thoughts of what he could do with that tongue of his raced through my head. I picked up my Pepsi and sipped at it, avoiding any and all eye contact with the white haired teen. It didn’t help as his sharp jagged teeth grazed my ear, causing me to start choking on my drink. My eyes watered as I coughed into my fist, using my hand to slap my chest in hopes to clear out my lungs. Glaring over my shoulder, I seen Soul was looking at me nonchalantly as he ate the last of my grapes.

            Soul reached forward and started twirling a strand of my hair around his finger, easily allowing it to slide between his fingers. “So what ride should we go on next, as a group?” Tsubaki asked, breaking our staring contest.

            “What ‘bout the Haunted House?” Sam suggested, finishing off his shake. Everyone just seemed to shrug as we threw away our trash.

            “Sister…” Yin began, walking beside me with Maka.

            “I know.” I ended it before it could begin as we filed into the large castle that housed the Haunted House. Wild childish giggles were heard as we walked into, what appears to be, a playroom. ‘Pop goes the weasel’ was playing slowly as the crank handle on a large jack-in-the-box that sat in the middle of the room started turning on its own, making a loud clinking sound as a glass clown face popped out. Yin squeezed my hand tightly as it swayed, blood like drool pouring out of its mouth, between clenched teeth, its claws razor sharp. We had to take a huge step back as it got too close. Suddenly someone screamed. I didn’t know whom, but someone did. A trapped door closed in the spot Liz once stood.

            “Sis?” Patty called out, patting the floor where Liz disappeared through. “Why does she always get to go through the magic doors?” she complained, pouting at Kid. As if it was the young God of Death’s fault that she never fell through trap doors.

            “KIIIIIIIDDDD!! PATTTTTYYYY‼” we heard Liz’s voice screech loudly through the castle.

            “What the—” before I could finish, a trap door opened underneath me suddenly. “AH!” I screamed, falling into the darkness.

•Yin’s Point of View•

            “YANG!” I shouted, reaching out for her. Both she and Soul fell into total blackness as the door closed. “Yang?” I started punching and banging my fist down on the trap door, hoping it’d open.

            “Yin, c’mon!” Maka pulled me up by my sleeve, holding me tightly in a hug. Patty had ran off, dragging Sam with her, as Tsubaki and Black*Star started wandering around. Maka dragged me out of the playroom, up a few staircases, and into a large study. I felt my throat clench painfully as it reminded me of Father’s old study. “Yin, are you okay?” Maka asked, taking a few steps towards me. “Huh?” the flooring slid away just as she took another step.

            “Maka!” I jumped forward and grabbed her hand, keeping her from falling. “Just hold on! I’ll pull you up!” she tightens her hold on my hand as I tried to push myself up, only for my free hand to meet nothing. “Shit!” the last thing I see is a little blond haired boy sitting on the desk, giggling as we both fell into the abyss bellow. As we fell, I yanked Maka close to me, wrapping my arms tightly around her, making sure her head was tucked safely under my chin.

•Kipp’s Point of View•

            Kid and I seemed to find our way deep into the castle. “I think this is… the master bedroom…” I stated, looking around. Kid was also looking around, straightening up things as he went. “Is this seriously the time to worry about the room’s symmetry?!” I shouted, eyes widening in amazement. “For all you know, Liz could be getting murdered, leaving you with one pistol!” I reminded him, watching as his golden eyes widen in realization.

            “We need to find her!” he shouted, grabbing onto my shoulders and shaking me slightly, causing my bangs to flop into my face.

            “And our friends!”

            “Them, too.” He added, quickly removing his hands from my bare shoulders. The next thing I know, Kid’s on top of me, straddling my hips while my back was pressed against the mattress of the master bed.

            “What the hell, Kid!” I turned my head, seeing the gaping hole where I was standing moments ago. “Oh…” was all I could say as I turned my head back. Kid pushed my bangs away as he leaned in closer to my face. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as I felt his warm breath against my parted lips. “Ngh!” I flinched slightly, jerking my hips up. He groaned lowly as he rested his forehead against my chest. “Kid! What are you doing?” I was getting a little freaked out as he squeezed my boobs through my shirt.

            “Your breasts! They’re perfect!” he shouted in amazement. I blushed more, slapping him hard across the face. “Ow! What was that for?” he whined, leaning back on his knees.

            I sat up as best as I could, crossing my arms over my chest. “That was for groping me and not thinking of our friends’ safety!” I scolded him. “Or did you forget that they’re kinda missing?”

            “I didn’t forget…” he stated crossly, rubbing at his sore cheek. Creaking was heard faintly. The bed gave out as we started falling; a high-pitched giggle echoing around the darkness as the small square closed above us, only showing a flash of a blond haired boy.

•Yang’s Point of View•

            I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to open my eyes even thought I had stopped falling a while ago, landing on something soft. “Ow…” I felt the soft thing I landed on move under me. Which it shouldn’t, and it also shouldn’t be warm, or be making noises. I sat up and blinked a few times before looking down. Soul had both of his hands covering his face as he groaned, spreading his fingers slightly. “As much as I don’t mind having you straddling my hips, do you getting off?” he stated bluntly. I blushed a bright red as I quickly got off him, looking around as to where we landed.

            “I think we’re in the dungeon…” I stated, facing away from Soul as he stood by me, looking around too. I felt a weight on my shoulders and looked up, seeing Soul without his jacket. Grabbing the edges of the zipper, I pulled it closer around me to ward off the chill. “We should find the others.”

            “Yeah…” Soul wrapped an arm around me as we moved forward, opening doors and check out each cell.

            “You’re going the wrong way~♥” we both turned around quickly, eyeing the little blond haired boy that stood outside one of the cells.

            “What the hell are you talking about, kid?” Soul asked, placing his hands deep into his pockets. “Are you behind what’s going on?” we both walked forward.

            “And what if I am?” he asked, rocking back and forth on his heels. My grip on Soul’s jacket tightens as I felt a chill down my spine.

            “Why I outta…”

            “Ah, ah!” the kid wagged his finger at the white haired scythe. Soul ignored the kids warning. “Big mistake~” he chimed, giggling in a high-pitched way. “Now she has to suffer for you mistake!” I jumped back as a wall slid in-between us, cutting me off from the young scythe.

            “Soul? SOUL!” I pounded my fist on the newly formed wall.

            “Well, well, well…” I whimpered softly, falling to my knees as a voice that was all too familiar purred lowly from the shadows.

•Soul’s Point of View•

            “Yang!” I pounded on the glass wall that now separated us, hoping she could hear me.

            “She can’t hear nor can she see you~” the little demon spawn giggled, sitting up high, far out of my reach. “Why don’t you sit back and enjoy the show?”

            “What the hell are you saying?!” Yang curled up on herself as she sunk down in a corner. I pressed my hands and forehead against the glass, watching her with worried crimson eyes.

            “Go away…” she whispered weakly, rocking back and forth with her hands clasped tightly over her ears.

            “Oh, but where’s the fun in that, Lucy?” my eyes snapped up as Yang’s voice spoke from the shadows. I could hear both her giggle and her sobs. How that was possible, I did not know.

            “LUCY’S DEAD!” Yang shouted, trying to hold herself together.

            The shadows seem to part as the second voice walked out slowly. It was as if Yang’s hair was dyed completely black, and her eyes a normal stormy gray color. “Oh, but Lucy is very much alive.” She crooned, lifting up the skirt of her white dress as she moved forward, her white heels clicking against the stoned floor. “And I should know,”

            Yang swung her arm out, trying to hit the doppelganger. “She’s dead! She never existed in the first place! There’s only me, and I’m Yang!” Yang sounded as if she was trying to mostly convince herself.

            “Ha! Don’t flatter yourself!” the doppelganger scoffed with her Glasgow smile. “You wish you could be as perfect as me.” The ganger ran her slender fingers over Yang’s, now bare, shoulders. “I’m Lucy. The most perfect daughter you could never be~” she giggled, hugging Yang from behind. “After all, I suggested the arrange marriage in the first place! In addition, I even to lessons to learn how to play my husband’s most favorite instrument. Isn’t it beautiful?” the ganger held a beautiful white violin before her and Yang.

            “Get that thing away from me!” she shouted, cringing while thrashing out, trying to kick at the string instrument.

            The ganger’s nose scrunched up as her Glasgow smile waned a bit. “That’s right. You love the piano.” She sneered, looking disgusted. Yang swung at her copy’s face, missing by a few inches. “Oh! Did I anger the cheap copy?” the ganger asked, acting sorry as she spoke in a baby voice.

            “Only cheap copy here is you!” Yang stood up, pressing her back against the glass; my jacket was left in the corner.

            “Oh please, you are nothing more than a cheap knockoff of who you really should have been.” She crossed her arms under her chest, the white violin having seemed to vanish.

            “It’d be interesting if they end up tearing their clothes off in a cat fight.” I whipped around to see a young blond man, a little older than me, lounging where the giggling brat once was. “Oh? Did you remember that I was here?” he asked with his own little Cheshire grin.

            “Where’s the brat?” I asked, slowly standing from my crouched position.

            The guy feigned hurt as he placed his hand over his heart. “That wounds me, Soul.” I quirked an eyebrow at him. He smiled. “I know everything about you and your friends, Soul Evans.” I growled darkly at the use of my full birth name. “And as for the little boy… well… he’s me~” he clapped his hands happily, golden brown eyes glittering mischievously.

            “You’re not a Kishin… So what exactly are you?” I questioned.

            His golden brown eyes narrowed into deadly slits as he glared down at me from his perch. “Don’t compare me to swine.” He hissed lowly. “As for what I am… well, I’m an angel of God, obviously~” he was once again smiling that Cheshire smile. “You may call me Abel~” Abel did a mock bow from his seat. “Now sit back and enjoy the show~♥”

            “What the hell—” my words were cut off as he snapped his fingers. A chair appeared in front of me, and a set of chains shot out, bounding me to the piece of furniture.

            A long slender finger was pressed to his still grinning lips as he winked. “Just enjoy the show, Soul~” he purred, showing hints of fangs. “It’s about to get good… After all, our dear sweet Yang might finally confess her love for you.” He leaned over my shoulder, gripping on the back of the chair as he spoke. “But what she sees in you, I’ll never understand…” Abel drawled out. “But I honestly couldn’t care less! Ha, it would be fun to watch her finally give in to her own personal madness just to escape reality… Mainly once I get done playing with her.” His dark voice cooed out suggestively.

            “Leave Yang alone!” I shouted, throwing my weight against the chains. They didn’t budge at all. He just chuckled at my miserable attempts.

•Yang’s Point of View•

            I eyed my copycat as I pressed myself more into the hard wall. She was wearing a beautiful white dress that was shorter in the front, coming up to her knees, while the back went down to her ankles. On her feet was a pair of white 3” stiletto heels. She was basically a female model of my father. “Please, by all means, enlighten me to how I’m the copy.” I asked sarcastically.

            “Easy.” She lifted up her black hair, showing off her unblemished back. “I’m perfect, so I never had to be punished for mistakes that never happened.” She allowed the dark strands to fall back into place as she turned back around.

            “That honestly doesn’t prove anything!” I shouted.

            “Oh, really?” she stepped to the side a bit to show a smiling Yin. However, unlike my Yin, his hair was all red and looked like a jagged mess. In addition, both of his eyes were a deep blue that had a dark twinkle. I swallowed thickly, seeing my mother reflected back at me. “And Mark isn’t stupid like his copy.” She cooed softly in my ear, appearing behind me and shoving me forward. I fell to my knees, wincing at the pain. The bastard copy grabbed a handful of my white hair, slamming my face into the stone floor. “Just look at how pathetic you are!” she cackled, digging her heel into the small of my bare back. I could feel it creeping on me slowly, making my head swim.

            “Don’t get cocky!” swing my leg, I connected with her side, sending her to her ass.

•Abel’s Point of View•

            “Oh, did I get a peak of black lace panties?” I giggled, leaning against the chair Soul was bound to. He thrashed about, trying to get free. “Makes you wonder who she’s getting dressed up for.”

            “Shut the fuck up about Yang, you bastard.” He swore, bearing those shark like teeth at me.

            “And what is a Demon Weapon like yourself gonna do about it?” I brushed my sun blond bangs out of my eyes, smirking at the pathetic little boy. “I am God’s most prized angel. There’s nothing you can do to harm me~”

            “If you’re God’s angel, the why is He allowing you to mess with humans? I thought God loved everybody!”

            I flicked the tip of his nose, grinning my Cheshire grin. “Oh, that is a common misconception. He doesn’t like getting His own hands dirty, so He sends us to do it for Him. People think God is so great and will give them salvation, when in truth He could care less about you pathetic worms~♥ In actuality; it is death that will be their saving grace. I mean, Shinigami-sama only reaps the souls of the wicked, which is what he taught his lowly students! Humans should think of worshiping the man who marks their souls as good or evil instead of the one who bestows upon them misfortune.”

            Soul growled at me like a common dog. I grabbed the side of his head and forced him to look forward just as his precious ‘Yang’ was thrown into the wall. I felt him tremble between my hands in rage at the sight of her scarred up back. She slowly got on her hands and knees, shaking all the while as a curtain of black and white hid her face from view. Lucy giggled sweetly, kicking the dog while it was down. “C’mon Yang, kick her ass…” the young scythe begged softly. I continued to enjoy watching her body wither and twitch from pain.

•Soul’s Point of View•

            Yang’s body shook as she hacked into her hand before placing it against the glass. It left a dark crimson red handprint. “Is that all you got, you fucking bitch?” she rasped out, getting my to her feet as she swayed slightly, using the wall to keep her balance.

            The bitch sighed, checking her nails. “Why bother? I already beat you.” She sighed in boredom.

            I watched as Yang’s shoulders sagged, her hand sliding down the glass in a bloody smear. “And the real show begins~” Abel cheered happily.

•Yang’s Point of View•

            I felt it. The thin line of dark and light. It snapped as my body sagged. “Ha.” It was eating me alive, throwing me down that Godforsaken rabbit hole. “Haha…” the blackness was drowning me. I couldn’t breathe, why couldn’t I breathe? Did I forget? How could I forget how to suck in air? God, I feel like such an idiot, forgetting how to breathe like this. “HAHAHA!” my body lurched forward, bending over at the waist as I started laughing, as if I had gone mad. I brought my hands to my face as I continued to laugh, pulling down the bottom lid of my eyes, making my eyes look as if they’ll pop out at any second. They rolled around in my skull, going every which way.

            “It seems the real Lucy snapped,” my voice stated darkly from the shadows. The small hands slithered away, showing a white haired version of myself, smiling a crooked Glasgow smile. The black haired one blanched, looking ill as the other stepped over to my laughing self, looking elegant even in just a simple silk black nightie. “Bah-bye~” she hissed softly, grinning at the black haired girl as she touched me, her pale hand merging into my skin.

            I continued giggling, even as the merge caused blood to erupt from my lungs and up my throat, spilling onto the warn out stoned floor, my chin, and chest. “A mere copy should know what this means…” the black haired girl stiffened, eyeing me with dark gray eyes that were filled with fear. I just hugged myself, spinning around like a six-year-old little girl. “I’m as mad as a hatter with just as much charm!” a knife appeared in her hand. “Teehee~ What do you expect that to do?” I asked, stepping closer. She slashed at my cheek, causing a small trickle of blood to run down. Licking my lips, I tasted my own blood.

            My whole body felt light, but it also burned, as if something wanted out. “Why don’t you just die?” she screeched, slashing at me again. I stood there as another cut appeared on my other cheek. They were hardly deep enough to scar.

            “You know what makes you a cheap knockoff?” I asked, tilting my head. “You are two completely different souls while Yin and I are one.” I stated with a giggle, running my hands down my face, pulling at the skin. “Let’s dance~” knocking the blade away, I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to me, seeing the little hands snake up her body from our crossing shadows. A large gust of wind blew by from nowhere, sending our skirts and hair in the air as the arms made a cocoon of darkness around us, trapping us in their harsh embrace with no chance of escape.

            “L-Let me go!” she screamed, thrashing against my hold. I dug my nails into her skin, making rivulets of blood run down from the puncture wounds.

            “I thought you liked dancing.” I spun her around until her back was pressed against my front. My grip moved to her throat, where I dug my nails dug into the slender column and her jaw. She only whimpered, trying the pry my hand away from her. “Oh, you’re finally here, brother…” I turned us both so we could see a frowning Yang.

            “Sister, what happened?” he asked, looking around in the darkness.

            “Nothing of importance.” I stated. “Now, do me a favor~” I held out my free hand, tightening my grip on the copy’s jaw. Yang said nothing, transforming into his weapon form. “Now, this is where I bid you ado.” I sunk the blade right through her body, severing her spine as I stuck her against the wall. The darkness faded, the little hands sliding away from our forms and back into the darkness that always surrounded us. I could faintly hear Maka gasp in the background, alerting me to her presence.

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That took awhile... Anyways, this is a little over 7 pages long with 4,055 words.... Holy shit! <--- said in August's voice... ha.
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