Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater so don't sue!


The most striking memory I have of my parents' love would be the day of the celebration. I can't remember what it was that we were celebrating but it was a very joyous occasion. A jazz band was playing, everyone was dancing and the smell of the earth after a heavy rain drifted into the room. When my parents started dancing, however, everyone's eyes seemed to gravitate towards them. It was like a spell, an enticing, binding and bewitching scene of serenity.

My parents were renowned in Death City for their ballroom dancing amongst other things. They weren't particularly good at dancing but it was how they danced that made them famous. My Aunt Tsubaki used to say that it was how their love seemed to pour out with every turn, step and dip of their dance. How they would lose themselves in each other's eyes and forget about everyone else in the room, each sweep of my mother's dress across the ground orchestrated a low rhythm below the music. It also seemed that each time they danced, it was like the first time they had seen it. Showing you the beauty of love and making you swear to make the ones you love as happy as possible.

My parents only danced on special occasions and everyone would savour the sight as much as they could and commit it to memory until the next time. For every event at which my parents danced, they would always don the same attire. My father would wear a dignified black pinstriped suit with a black tie and a blood red dress shirt.

My mother would always complement him with a simple yet graceful black outfit. Her dress looked to be strapless with an opaque material covering her shoulders and a bow at the back. She would always wear long gloves and finish with simple jewellery, the only splash of colour in the whole outfit would be the large red and black hair accessory made of lace attached to her elegant up-do.

I was only aged 10 at the time, but I swore ever since I had watched them dance, to find my perfect love, my soul mate, like my parents had done.

10 years later, I stand, wearing the very dress that my mother wore, with my soul mate beside me. The dress was soft against my skin and molded around my curves, feeling of what I would imagine an angel's feathers would be like. I dance with bliss to the many quavers and semiquavers of the tune that my father wrote especially for my wedding celebration. The music was like silk and flowed with fluency and calmness, like a river in spring. This is the music I aspire to create, a piece of my heart turned into notes on a page, then into sounds that were like a lover's caress. My beautiful mother stands by my father while he is performing. She is wearing another beautiful gown in a shade of pinkish red that suits her perfectly, American beauty.

Many say that I look exactly the same as my petite and stunning mother and at this moment, I can only hope so, because I don't want to be anything less than perfect in front of the one I love now and forever.

My name is Carmen Evans; daughter of Death City's infamous

Soul Eater Evans and Maka Evans, soon to be

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A/N: I hope you like this little viginette! I'm really prowd of this so if you could, I would like you to review and leave a comment about what you thought about it. Critisism is welcome but no flames please! I wrote this while listerning to River Flows in You and Kiss the Rain by Yurima. They are wonderful pieces of music so I reccomend you listern to them.