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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 watched from my perch as the black dome formed around the three, blocking them from view. The transformed frog witch shook in her amphibian body, croaking loudly before hopping away. “I know you’re watching from that crystal ball of yours, snake witch Medusa Gorgon.” I spoke to the still air, swinging my legs from my perch up high in the trees. “Unless you want me to skin you for a lovely wallet, I suggest laying off my darling little Yang. She is mine, and mine alone.” Faintly I heard a snake hiss from bellow my perch in the trees, as if asking whom I was to give her orders. I did not bother replying to the small serpent as I looked down at my shining blue nails.
            The tiny snake continued to hiss in displeasure. “Are you sure you’re ready for a fight against one of God’s most prized angel?” I teased, ruffling my pale blue-feathered wings. Finally did it stop hissing, just as the black dome started peeling away. I leaned forward, taking note that one of Shinigami-sama’s Death Scythes was cradling her body against his chest. Brushing a golden blond lock of hair behind my ear, I continued to observe them from my wonderful perch as he picked her up easily enough. “You best take good care of my Lucy, Deathscythe-kun…” I purred, watching as the silver haired man finally vacated his computer chair. A flash of silver whizzed past my head, making a loud ‘THUD’ as it sunk into the wood. Reaching up, I pulled my hand away from my cheek to see the warm red liquid that stained the tips of the digits. Turning my head slightly, I seen the scalpel sticking out of the bark.
            I sneered, digging my nails into the branch. “Lucky shot…” I muttered, watching as the patched freak blew out a stream of smoke, all the while twisting that large screw in his head. Snorting, I took to the air, watching as the serpent with golden arrow like markings slithered away as not to be seen. “Medusa Gorgon, you better stay clear from my prize.” I dropped down, tucking my wings away, as I entered the building before me.
            “Master Adrian!” one of the scantily cladded house cleaners greeted, hugging my leg to her chest. I pushed her off, going down to the lab that was deep underground.
            There was a large tank, filled with a dark red liquid. I pressed my blood-dyed fingertips to the cold glass, watching as a small pale hand reached out from the darkness of the tank, pressing their own fingertips against the glass. Soon emerged the beautiful creature that lurked in the bloody depths, looking at me with those large innocent stormy-gray eyes. “Soon, my darling Queen. You will be whole once more to destroy the Gods that challenge your rein…” I spoke soothingly to her, watching as she tilted her head to the side.
            “Ah! Master Adrian, you forgot your package.” The maid from early made her way down the stairs, gasping loudly when she seen what was taking place. “M-Master Adrian…” she whimpered, eyeing the floating woman.
            “You must be starving…” I spoke, looking at her. She was staring innocently at the maid, before smiling the smile of hers that sent my heart skipping. Crooking her finger, the maid walked over on shaking legs, pressing herself against the glass. The young girl did not say anything as I stripped her of any and all clothing, only making a small sound as I cupped her naturally heavy breasts. “Too bad your human, otherwise I would keep you as a pet…” I told her, moving my hands down to her robust hips, lifting her up so she could sit on the edge of the tank. The blond stuck her hand into the warm red liquid, my black haired Queen reached up, yanking the girl into her temporary home. I turned away, going to my work desk to go over a few things, with only the sounds of faint screams being the only background sound.

•Spirit’s Point of View•
            With Yang draped across my arms, I could not properly knock on the door, so I kicked it a few times before waiting. “Sister, dinner’s almost—” Yin stopped talking as he seen the state his twin was in. “What happened?” he asked, allowing me in their house. The wooden spoon that he was holding started to splinter, his fist shaking.
            “Which way to her room?” I asked, seeing him point down the hall. I nodded, taking her to her room. The monochromic color palette of her bedroom. It was worse than Kid’s. At least his broke the color a bit with some color. Yin followed me into her room, pulling back the maroon sheer curtain and the thick black one. I gently laid her down, watching as she rolled over to cuddle a white and red rabbit wearing a soft dark blue waistcoat. Yin removed her jacket and heels, setting them by her closet. He soon left; he came back with a dark purple vase filled with pink and white tiger lilies.
            After learning what I did in that dome, and being so close to the younger male, I could actually feel the similarities in their wavelengths. “What happened to my sister?” he demanded as I left her room. I took the seat across from him in the kitchen, scratching at the back of my head.
            “To be honest, I’m not too sure myself. It’s probably resulting stress from finally accepting that other side of her that caused her to faint.” Yin nodded, looking down at his hands. “I do have a question for you, though.” He looked up at me through his dual colored lashes, waiting for me to continue. “Are you a Meister-weapon like your twin?” figured it would be best to be blunt. His already pale skin turned white, his blue and red eyes widening immensely. “You are, aren’t you?” slowly, Yin nodded, biting his lower lip. “Don’t worry. Shinigami-sama did not tell me. I just guessed.” I watched his shoulder droop slightly in relaxation. “The reason I’m asking is because I’m wondering if you also have the same problem as your sister.”
            Yin shook his head. “No. I have no problem with my elements.” To prove this, he formed a tiny fireball in his hand, and a water ball in the other.
            I nodded once. “I also have another question… It might be a little too personal, so I’ll understand if you don’t want to answer.” He stared at me questioningly. “Did your parents ever abuse you in any shape or form?” both elements disappeared as he gained this somber look, pulling his knees up to his chest.
            “Not as much as Yang. Dad always enjoyed beating her for simple mistakes after she bit Mom, ruining her balance.” He rested his chin on top of his knees. “She’s always been the rebellious one out of us, making sure I never gotten as many beatings as she did. Moreover, it always coast her punishment at the hands of our Father. I’m almost surprised she even trusts men because of him.” He looked at me straight in the eye. “We’ve seen how you are with Maka.” This time my shoulder fell, as I felt the waves of regret wash over me. “We heard Maka complain about you…” that felt like a stab in the chest. “Sis actually got upset over what she was saying. She said that it was not your fault. After all, your wife just left, as if she gave up. She stopped being a parent, while you still try, even with your faults.”
            “Where is this going?”
            “Yang told Maka to stop blaming you for what happened to your family, as it was both sides’ faults. Maka’s Mama did not even try to work it out with you, and Maka herself does not take into account that you were only two years older than she is now, when she was born. Technically speaking, you were not mentally mature enough for a child, but you did what you had to do to raise her. Sis said she’d rather have a kind and loving, yet womanizing, father over one that is full of hatred and anger.”

•Yang’s Point of View•

            I was floating, just floating. It was warm, whatever I was floating in. However, it was red. As red as blood. In the darkness of the liquid, I could not make out whoever it was that was in here with me. I floated closer to the darkness, watching as a female body formed, fluctuating lazily in the liquid. The way she was laid out, it looked almost as if she was draped on a bed or something of the sort. I reached out, my fingertips barely ghosting over her bare shoulder, before her eyes flew open. Startled, I floated back a bit, watching as she sat up and moved closer to me.
            She was wearing a powder blue, off the shoulder, satin silk dress that only clung to her bust. Her pale hand cradled my jaw, dragging me closer to her through the red liquid. I felt my heart sinking into the pit of my stomach as I got a good look at her. She looked about 25, with long butt length black hair and stormy-gray eyes. Unlike my hair, hers had this choppy layered like look, so it was not completely even. Almost like that girl, Diva, from that anime Blood+…
            She leaned in, softly pressing our lips together. I wanted to push her away, but my body would not listen to me. Almost as if I was a statue. Pulling away from me, she smiled softly, her innocent stormy-gray eyes glittering happily as she pushed the strands of hair that framed my face behind my ears. Her arms moved, wrapping tightly around my waist to bring our bodies flushed against each other, our legs tangling, as she once again pressed her soft lips against mine. I could only stare at her pale eyelids as a brightly colored light engulfed us both.

            Blinking rapidly, I opened my eyes to look around the large garden I was in, currently. That is right. Our parents took Mark and me to this large house. They said they had to talk to them about a proposal. We went exploring, seeing, as we did not want to hear the boring adults talk, but eventually we separated and got lost. I stood and dusted off my layered skirts, making sure to rid it of stray bits of grass. It was late, making the normally hot air chilly. Shivering, I pulled my black imitation fur trimmed jacket tighter around me, as a means to block out the icy tendril of air.
            “Who the heck are you?” a rude voice asked from ahead. I looked up, blinking slowly as I stared at the boy. He looked almost like the taller boy I seen earlier, except this one had wilder hair than the other did. In addition, his eyes were crimson. The taller white haired boy had surprisingly icy blue eyes, given his warm persona. “Are ya deaf or something?” the boy asked, knocking his fist against my forehead.
            “I can hear just fine, thank you.” I stated, pushing his hand away while pushing my hood down. “Who are you, exactly?” I asked, not remembering that the home’s owners having another son.
            “How do you not know who I am when you’re visiting my house?” he asked. “That’s so uncool.” He smirked, rocking back and forth on his heels. I just scratched at my neck, feeling it being irritated by the rose I was forced to wear. “I’m Soul Evans.” He reached out for my tiny throat, ripping the rose out of the tangle of threads that held it against the pale column. “So uncool. Who forced you to wear this thing if you’re allergic to them?” he asked, throwing the horrid flower into one of the bushes.
            Grabbing my hand, he led my elsewhere, looking at the different flowers that we passed in the dimly lit garden. “Where are we going?” I asked, following after.
            “Aha!” I crashed into his back, gripping onto his red dress shirt as a means to stay standing. I peeked over his shoulder, seeing a bush of pink-white tiger lilies. He picked one that had a more dark pink outlined by the white, tucking the stem into the knotted strings that encircled my throat. The petals were soft, brushing against my skin lovingly, as if to sooth away the beginning rash. “That looks a lot better.” He flashed me a large smile, showing off rows of sharp, pointy, teeth.
            Against my better judgment, I reached forward. Soul did not bother moving; he just simply stood there and parted his lips, giving me access to the shark like teeth. Running my left index finger over the sharp points, I pondered if his pearly whites were naturally like this, as his saliva coated the digit. “Are they natural?” I asked, removing my hand so he could answer.
            Running his tongue over the dagger points of his teeth, he nodded. I wiped his saliva on the sleeve of my coat. “Does it scare you?”
            Shaking my head, I looked at him questioningly. “Why would it frighten me?”
            He kicked at the hard ground. “Gran doesn’t like staying around me for long periods of time. I think they scare her…,” he mumbled.
            “Have you ever bitten her?”
            He shook his head violently. “Gran hasn’t done anything for me to bite her!” He denied, chuckling. “She doesn’t look tasty, anyways.” This made me giggle as he grabbed my hand again. “C’mon, I want to show you something.” Soul started dragging me away, causing my hood to fly back onto my head, back towards the large white house that his family owns. Once inside, I pushed down my hood, trying my hardest to keep up with his slightly longer legs. A few times I stumbled over my feet, but I was able to keep up as we entered a large, dimly lit, room. The warmth that encased my hand vanished as he let go. “I haven’t played her in front of anyone in a while…” Soul informed me, taking a seat on a slightly padded bench. He patted the spot next to him, and I took it, wondering what he was talking about. Without elaborating what he was talking about, he lifted the wooden lid, showing of ebony and ivory keys.
            It was a grand piano. “You play?” Stupid question, I know. Cracking his knuckles, he started playing. A chill ran up and down my spine, as if I had been thrown in a pool of icy water, as it seeped into my very core. However, it was not an unpleasant chill. Closing my dual colored eyes, I started humming softly, removing my coat as I did so. Still humming, I got up and removed my shoes, enjoying how weightless I felt afterwards, causing me to spin on the very tips of my toes. As sad as the song sounded, I could not help but be a little cheerful as I fell to the black polished floor. Stretching, I felt my joints pop just as my body went slack, allowing me to crumble to the floor.
            Opening my eyes, I seen Soul looking at me from the corner of his eyes, a tiny smile playing at his lips as he continued pressing on the keys. I crawled back over to the bench, resting my arms and chin on the cushion as I continued watching, figuring any dance I came up with alone would not do the morbidly beautiful sound justice. “Can two people play at the same time?” I asked, eyeing him slightly.
            My question did not seem to slow him down as he continued. “I’m guessing you mean on the same piano. They can, if they know how to play keys that’d complement each other, instead of a giant mess like this.” To show his point, Soul slammed down on the ebony and ivory keys, making a loud screeching sound. “It takes a lot of practice, but once the couple can master it, I bet they would be able to make one cool sounding piece.”
            “It sounds a lot more romantic than a violin…” I grumbled, already distasting the stringed instrument.
            “Huh?”
            “Momma and Papa are trying to sell me off to that violin guy. That is why we are here. However, they do not know that I know about it. He’s too old, anyways.”
            “Why are they trying to sell you to my brother Wes?”
            “Wes? That’s a weird name.”
            “How is Wes a weird name and Soul isn’t?” the white haired boy still played, even as we talked.
            “‘Soul’ has a nice ring to it, that’s why.” I smiled, watching his face turn pink.
            “Speaking of names, you still haven’t told me yours.”
            I frowned, looking away from him. “Lucy Ashton…”
            “How’s that a bad name?”
            “It’s short for ‘Lucifer’.” I explained.
            Soul frowned as he stopped playing, looking down at me. “Is that why they’re trying to give you away?” he asked. I nodded.
            “Apparently I’m evil in human form.”
            “If you’re evil in human form, then I’m a slug.” He then patted my head, being careful of the red headband I wore.
            Blushing, I hid my red cheeks in my crossed arms.

FLUFFY BUNNIES AROUND! I couldn't keep it too serious for long, so I made it fluffy.
Also, the part where Yin and Spirit are talking about... Originally that was going to be in its own chapter, but I don't think I'll ever get to that part. So I decided to have it 'unknowingly' take place. Personally, I don't like Maka's mother that much. To me, she's not a mother because she left her child to do god knows what. But that's me. Also, from personal experience, I'd prefer a dad like Spirit over one who doesn't even care for/acknowledge their child's' existence...
On a completely different note, here's Yang's outfit in the dream http://www.polyvore.com/its_in_blood_14/set?id=93611640
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