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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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It’s been a couple of months since Yin and I joined DWMA. And we already had a group of friends. There was Maka, Soul, Kid, Liz and Patty, Tsubaki, Black*Star (when he stopped attacking me), Sam, and Kipp. I learned early on not to get on Maka’s bad side, because she can hit hard with a book. Currently I was finishing up my bath, using a smaller towel to dry my long hair.

            “I’m going to bed. Night.” Yin stated, coming into my bathroom.

            “Goodnight.” He hugged me before leaving. I sighed, throwing the damp towel into the dirty clothes bin, pulling my hair up in a neat little bun. Flipping the lights off, I pulled back my black and white sheets, crawled under them, and closed the sheer dark red curtains that surrounded the California King before curling into a ball and falling to sleep.

            The room was very dark except for the dim light next to a black piano. The floors were a checkered black and red, the walls a black, and the drapes were red. I stepped forward into the dim light, the heels of my strappy two inch black heels clicking softly against the tile. “Who’s there?” a voice called out. I walked further in, looking down at what I wore. It was a black silk skirt with a sheer crimson skirt over that and both fell to my knees. Matching black and red strips of fabric crossed in the back before crossing over my breasts and tying around my neck.

            A pair of crimson eyes trailed approvingly over my developed frame. “Who knew that under that suit lay such a feminine figure?”The voice crooned, coming closer. Standing in the dim light of the black room was Soul. He was dressed in a black suit with red pinstripes, a red dress shirt, black tie, and polished black shoes. I took notice that he wasn’t wearing his headband like he normally would, either.

            “S-Soul?” I stammered, eyeing the smirking teen.

            “Who else were you expecting? Kid?” he asked, frowning slightly at the mention of the young God of Death. Said Shinigami was keeping to his word, along with his weapons, about Yin and I, which was pretty much how our friendship started. Though his obsession with outer symmetry was a little annoying seeing as what’s on the inside counts.

            “No!” I spoke, blushing softly. “It’s just; I’ve never seen you dressed in such a way.” I stated nervously, biting at my bottom lip.

            “Surprised?” I could hear the teasing tone in his voice. Looking through my bangs, I could see him smirking that jagged tooth smirk of his. Nodding, he chuckled, grabbing my left hand with his right, placing the other on my waist. I placed my free hand on his shoulder, following his lead as we started swaying to the cheesy jazz music that kept skipping. “Not half bad, huh?”

            I giggled at him, pressing our foreheads together. “You’re decent.” Teasingly I stated. Suddenly I was looking at the beautiful piano upside down, bending over Soul’s left arm as my right leg hooked his hip. Being brought back up slowly, we were chest to chest, nose to nose. Blushing, I noticed my right leg was still around his waist. I unhooked it, placing it behind me as we spun.

            “You were saying?” he smirked, letting me go. My face flushed a bright red, straightening out the skirt of my dress. He patted the spot next to him on the piano bench, which I took with a still red face. Looking down at the ivory and ebony keys, Soul placed the tips of his fingers on them, lightly adding pressure as music was produced. This continued for the next couple of minutes until he suddenly stopped.

            “Why did you stop?” I asked, looking up at his face. His annoyed expression was turned to a little red demon in a black suit. It stared back at me, smiling a weird smile that sent chills down my spine, making my clutch at Soul’s arm. “Soul?”

            “Well aren’t you a pretty thing…” the demon crooned, swaying to the bad jazz music.

            “Go away.” Soul spoke darkly, his crimson eyes narrowing. “There’s the door.” The crimson eyed teen nodded towards a black door that wasn’t there earlier.

The demon’s smile seems to grow even more, eyeing the protective arm that Soul now had around my shoulders. “I can tell when I’m not wanted.” It chuckled, leaving through the door that vanished soon after.

            “Soul, what was that?” I asked, worried.

His jagged smile was back. “It’s nothing for you to worry about, Yang.” He informed me, lifting me up and placing me between his thighs. I felt Soul resting his chin on my bare shoulder, his warm breath ghosting across my left ear as he took my hands in his. “Just relax.” He breathed out slowly, causing my skin to prickle. He placed the tips of my fingers on the ivory keys; pressing down gently as he showed me how to play the unknown instrument. “See? Wasn’t that easy?” my body shook as the blush that consumed my cheeks reached the tops of my breasts, staining the skin cherry as I pressed my back against him; feeling the warmth seep into my skin.

This continued for awhile as the young scythe slid his lightly calloused hands up my naked arms, making me squirm as they started down my sides. I pressed down hard on the keys of the piano, playing a mess of sour notes. “Hey, hey. Not so hard.” He breathed, now touching my hips as I jolted forward.

“S-Soul…” I mentally swore at my stammering.

“Hm?” humming, Soul brought his hands up, pulling the white side of my hair away from my shoulder, pushing both sides over my right shoulder.

Turning to look at him, I noticed that his crimson eyes were half closed as he stared at the horribly even and balanced scars that dusted my visible shoulder blade. “Soul Eater?” I pressed my legs together and curled them under the bench as I placed my hands in my lap. He didn’t respond. Instead, Soul leaned forward. His slightly chapped lips pressing against my scarred skin.

“I’m sorry this happened to someone like you.” Soul’s voice was muffled against my shoulder, but I still understood him. He then proceeded to wrap both of his arms around me, trapping my own against my frame.

            “Soul—”

I shot up in my bed, breathing heavily as the red silk of my nightgown clung to my sweat covered skin. I brought both of my hands up and ran them through my, now damp, hair, noticing that my bun had come undone sometime during the night. Groaning, I threw my covers off and slid to the edge of my large bed, parting the dark red sheer curtains that surrounded it. I got up and went into my black and blue tiled bathroom, locking the door behind me before crossing my arms in front of me, grabbing the hem of my gown, and pulling it completely off. I threw it in the dirty clothes bin, pulling all of my hair over my left should while looking at my right, into the mirror above my sink. Starting from the tops of my shoulder blades and ending at my hips were the scars that haunted me.

            Each scar was a few millimeters wide and about an inch or two long, evenly spaced in neat rows of twenty-five and in columns of six on either side of my spine. Pulling my hair back, I turned away and got into the large glass shower, turning the hot water tap on high, scolding my skin as I increased the cold water afterwards, balancing out both temperatures. I stood under the multiple shower jets that it me all around, soaking me to the bone and warming up my cold and clammy skin. Though it didn’t feel like it as I shivered, arms crossed under my breasts. Closing black and white eyes, the tears I held in for years and years leaked past thick black lashes, mixing in with the shower water.
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