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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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Panting, I rested my head against my hands; hunched over in my bed. “What the hell was that about?” I swore, thinking about my dream. Faintly, in the very far reaches of my mind, I could hear the faint laughter of that damn little ogre that resides in the Black Room. Flopping back down on the mattress, I covered my eyes with my forearm, gnawing on my bottom lip in thought.

            “Soul, breakfast is ready.” Maka called out, entering my room.

            I moved my arm to see her cheery face. “Yeah, I’ll be out in a bit.” She nodded and closed my door. Throwing my blankets off, I got up and dressed for the day. Indistinctly I could taste honey on my lips, confusing me more. “Ugh! I’m probably over thinking this dream BS!”

            “Meow~ are you okay, Soul~?” Blair asked as I left my room, throwing her scantily clad form against my back. Rubbing at my face, I shook the magical cat off me. “Meow?”

            Maka was reading at the table, as she ate, not bothering to look up as she flipped to a new page. Sitting next to her was another book. I took my seat and ate, yawning into my hand as well. “Are you okay, Soul? You look tired.” Maka spoke, setting her book to the side.

            “It’s nothing to worry about. Just a really freaky dream.”

            “What about?”

            “You actually having boobs.” As the words left, my head did the spine of a heavy book smashed against my skull, sending me face first into my food. “Ow…” Wincing, I rubbed the goose egg that was forming on my crown. She stood up and rinsed off her dishes. Just as I finished was there a knock on the door. Maka left to answer it.

            “Oh, hey Kid. What brings you here?”

            “I was wondering if you and Soul would like to accompany Liz, Patty, and I to the twins’ home.” Rounding the corner, I spotted the symmetry obsessed God of Death dressed in his more ‘casual’ wear.

            “Do you even know where they live?” I inquired, quite curious myself.

            “Yes. I acquired directions from Kipp. Anyways, I have a book that I need to return to Yang. It was a fairly good read.” Holding up said book, I squinted to read the title.

            “‘888 Ways to Balance ones’ Inner Symmetry,’” it read. “Eh?”

            Kid had this dazed look on his face, as if he seen the most perfectly symmetrical thing ever. “Sure, it sounds fun. Yin invited me over earlier this week to come and try some treats, but I haven’t had time to get directions from him.” Maka sounded embarrassed as she blushed slightly.

            ‘Why’s she blushing?’ I wondered, never before have I seen my meister blush like that. I shrugged it off, deciding it would be best to leave it alone, less I risk more damage to my poor head.

            Along the way, we ran into Sam and Kipp who were both dressed in their mission outfits. However, Kipp still had that ever-present golf club strapped to her back. I wonder if she even sleeps with it. Sam hung in the back with me, while Kipp skipped alongside Kid, causing her blond, cotton-candy pink, and sky blue bangs to bounce along with her.

            “I can’t wait to see your faces when you see their apartment~” Kipp sung, skipping further ahead and into a large building. We entered, a little surprised that we didn’t need to be buzzed in first.

            “Hello Miss Kipp, visiting the twins today?” a doorman asked, looking ready to start his shift.

            “Yup! They’re in, right?” she asked, rocking back and forth.

            “Yes they are. And I heard from Mr. Yin that they are thinking of fully buying the top floor apartment and renting a house closer to the Academy, that way they can use the apartment as a little get away.”

            Kipp nodded. “Okay. Thanks Mr. Moore.” Waving, Kipp continued skipping forward to a small group of elevator doors. Pressing a button, we all waited for the doors to open before pilling in. Sam reached over Kipp and pressed the top floor. I leaned against the railing, hands in my jacket pockets as I thought about that dream.

            ‘Why would she be there of all places?’ I wondered, leaving the metal box with the others. “Do they own the whole top floor?” At the end of the hallway stood one lone door with a silver name plaque that read ‘Yin-Yang’.

            “Are you really that surprised? Haven’t you noticed that they’re clothes pretty much come from the same store Kid shops at? Kipp even found out that all of Yang’s clothes are specially tailored for her.” Sam spoke, sounding bored. Like normal, he didn’t bother knocking as he opened the unlocked door. “Honey, I’m home~”

            “Hi Sam! Though my name’s Yin, not Honey.” The red and blue haired teen greeted, entering the hallway in only a pair of white boxers and frilly black waist apron.

            “Eek!” Maka squeaked, hiding her brightly red face in my arm.

            “Yin! You’re going to burn the food!” Yang shouted.

            “Ah, sorry, sorry~ But we’ve got guests, Sister!” he turned and ran back into, what I’d presume to be, the kitchen. “Do we have any soy sauce for the sashimi?”

            “Is it Sam and Kipp?” she flatly ignored his question as we all, minus the mentioned two, stood in the little foyer.

            “It’s Sam, Kipp, Kid, Liz and Patty, along with Maka and Soul.” Silence. “OW! What was that for?”

            “Stop being a baby. It was just a rubber band. Moreover, what it was for was for answering the door in just your boxers. You’re gonna kill someone with your bishōnen looks.”

            “What’s a ‘bishōnen’?”

            “I am not going to explain what it is.” Yang said over her shoulder, entering out line of sight. “What are you morons still doing standing there?” she questioned, quirking a slender black brow.

            “You have the new GazettE CD!” Kipp shouted. Unlike her twin, Yang was dressed in a dark blue singlet, short red shorts that showed off her long legs, and two-inch black strappy heels. Even her toenails were painted half-blue and half-red like her fingers. Here I thought only Kid had an obsession with that symmetry BS. Partially covering her black and white hair was a black beanie. She also had her hair pulled back in a loose braid that was tied off at the end with simple red string, thrown carelessly over her right shoulder.

            “You do know you’re drooling, right?” Liz pointed out, making Maka hit me in the head.

            “Fuck! What the hell was that for, tiny tits?!” I fell to the floor with blood leaking down my forehead. “So uncool.” I muttered dizzily.

            Yang crouched down by my head, her slender arms crossed under her impressive bust, with an unimpressed look on her face. Subconsciously I licked my lips, the lingering taste of honey still there. “Are you going to just lay there and bleed all over our floor?” She asked, sounding bored. Sighing, she pulled out a handkerchief from her back pocket. “Here, let me help.” I sat up, blushing faintly as her boobs moved closer to my face while she cleaned off the blood.

            “Here, I figured I’d return this.” Yang looked over her shoulder at Kid.

            “Kipp, can you show Kid where that book goes?”

            “Sure!” Kipp skipped over, wrapping her arms around Kid’s. “This way, chibi-gami~” she gestured toward a hallway the branched off of the main living area. I snickered at Kid’s surprised look as he stumbled after, quickly regaining his lost balance.

            “Here, I’ve gotta help Yin with the trays.” Yang had me hold the folded fabric to my head. “When you feel like it, just go and turned left. Everyone is there.” She pointed forward before pointing left as she spoke. I nodded slowly, watching her stand back up. I had to pinch my nose to prevent the flood of blood that wanted to spurt out. Staying on the floor, I watched as she walked away, groaning silently at how I got a great view of her backside.

            Once she disappeared around a corner, did I get up and go into the living room that everyone else, minus the twins and Kipp and Kid, were at. Liz and Patty were relaxing on a soft black leather loveseat, their backs facing me as I entered. Maka and Sam were quietly chatting away on a large red leather sofa that could easily fit all of us and then some. The back of the sofa was pressed against the left wall, which was half painted as a bright and cheery meadow while the far half was painted as a cold and decaying forest that looked like it was from Tim Burton’s Sleepy Hollow. Across from Liz and Patty was an empty black leather loveseat that matched theirs, and in front of all three seats was a long glass coffee table that was being held up by a cherry wooden frame. Across from the cheery-dark wall was a plain white and black stripped wall, while the one across from me was painted with red smears and splatters on top of solid blue, in the center of it was a large window seat that allowed lots of natural light in. I took a seat on Sam’s right, away from Maka’s reach.

            In the far left corner stood a full length mirror that was tilted at an angle, in front of the black-white wall was a great entertainment system. “I have never seen such an elegant room like that, except for my own.” Kid commented, entering the living room with Kipp still on his arm. “She even has a crystal chandelier hanging from her bedroom ceiling.”

            “I thought you were returning the book you borrowed, Kid.” Maka spoke up, sounding a little disapproving of the young Death God being in our hostess’ room uninvited.

            “That’s where Yang’s bookcase is, Maka.” Kipp chirped, taking the empty spot next to me; pulling Kid down in the spot next to her.

            “I’m curious, though. Do you know if she plays, Kipp?”

            “You talking about the black grand piano Sister has in her room?” Yin inquired, now wearing a black singlet that was tucked into a pair of white slacks that were held up with a thin black belt. He sat down the silver tea tray, followed by the silver coffee try that was being balanced on his head.

            “Does she?” the younger of the two looked at me as I spoke. “Play, I mean.”

            He shook his head, gesturing to the tea try for Kid. “It’s Earl Gray. Moreover, no, she doesn’t. Though for as long as I can remember, she’s always had a strong love for the instrument; though she’s never explained to me as to why, but I could guess the reason.” He smiled sadly, as he picked up the teapot, filling the white china teacup with the hot liquid for the rich son of Shinigami. “I only know she has expressed a strong desire to learn how to play, though.” That made me think of my dream, and how happy Yang looked as I took her hands in my; showing her how to play as she sat between my legs on the piano bench that was in the Black Room.

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Okay, I realized I made a slight ~~huge as fuck~~ goof when explaining Yang's weapon form. The handle is basically both arms from the shoulders down, and they are skeletal with the fingers laced into the 'fist' version of the praying/begging pose the the elbows being only slightly bent. I am greatly sorry if I confuse anyone... Mainly Kym who drew his weapon form (Can be found here: http://kymmiecup.deviantart.com/art/Yin-and-Yang-367899633 here: http://kymmiecup.deviantart.com/art/Meisters-and-Weapons-367902320 and here: http://kymmiecup.deviantart.com/art/Sam-and-Kipp-367901012). Again, sorry for the confusion... And also, for anyone reading this, can you please review? I normally don't ask, but I noticed this series has gotten 200+ hits already, and would like to get some reviews please.
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