Title: The Cello, the Piano and the Guitar

Pairings: KidxSoulxMaka, others implied.

Genre: Family/General/Romance

Rating: PG15 to be safe

Summary: Random stories with our beloved Kid, Soul and Maka, and their close friends. Title is based on a guess with Kashii Ai over how Kid, Soul and Maka's souls, respectively, would sound like if they were music. Most chapters will be one shot, and there is no need to read any of them before reading another.

Enjoy~

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Chapter Title: How many strikes to kill a witch?

Chapter Pairings: MakaxSoulxKid implied.

Chapter Genre: action/humour

Chapter Rating: PG

Word count: 1622

Warnings: Contains romantic relationships with more than two people – homossexual and heterossexual included. The next stories will contain these, too, so if it squicks you, please hit the back button. This chapters contains bad language.

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater – nor any of their characters. I am making no money from this.

Author Notes: Dedicated to Kashii Ai, thanks for the inspiration. 3

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Summary: Maka's child gets kidnapped and rescued – but the kidnapper walks free? Not while she is still breathing. Implied SoulxMakaxKid – the three of them are over 35 years old. And yes, Maka is a scythe, too, and she is Soul's meister to booth. No, I'm not telling you why, bear with it.

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How many strikes to kill a witch?

He stared ahead at the witch he was currently hunting.

She shouldn't be a problem – a low level witch, in every sense of the word. If glares could kill, she would be already dead three times over, too... But no caution was too much caution, and he watched, planning a good course of action to take before he came out of hiding.

"Hah! I'm sick of just sitting here! Kid, Soul, let's just do it!" Maka jumped up, glaring daggers at the witch that just now realized their presence there. Kid sweatdropped, and Soul face-palmed.

Women. Never mess with them. Nor their kids.

Their cover blown, Kid and Soul also stood up, joining Maka in her glaring, and the stupid witch turned towards them with a sadistic smile.

Kid winced when he saw a lock of hair hanging from her neck – black with white stripes, he could tell it had been cut right off his child's head. A trophy. If he didn't know his son was safe and sound home – thanks to Black Star and Tsubaki – he would have freaked out right about now. He felt Soul's life energy trembling in agreement to his thoughts. Maka, though, didn't need her son in immediate danger to snap at the witch which had previously kidnapped him.

Both Soul and Kid recoiled at the angry scream she let out as she spotted the lock of hair, and both took a step back. The deadly soul waves coming from her almost scorched their own; they could just guess what the witch was probably feeling as her smile dropped and she grabbed her broom, white as a paper sheet.

Definitely, never mess with Maka's children.

"KID!" She shouted, before jumping up and turning into a scythe. The four foot, smooth handle swirled in the air, as the blade - smaller than it would be had Kid been wielding her alone - gleamed an evil dark-red. Kid grit his teeth.

Soul bit his lip and soon followed, his form almost a mirror of her own, Kid deftly grabbing both scythes as they fell towards his hands, and briefly spun them as he shifted his feet to get his weight and theirs into perfect balance. He could almost feel his left hand, which held Maka, burning as she all but ordered him to attack. Her anger, though, made her heavier than Soul, and he was almost too scared to comment that as he tried shifting his feet in a better position.

"Why are you taking so long?!" he heard her shout in his head, and glared down at her.

"Cheer up, Maka, your angry soul energy is tearing apart our balance." He couldn't agree more with Soul's words. He pitied him, though, when he felt the dark energy turning towards him.

"What are you talking about, Soul?! This bitch just tortured our son and you're telling me to cheer up!?" The sheer shrill of her scream almost made him fall to the ground. Kid held frozen to his spot and sweatdropped as his weapons started a cursing war, communicating through his head. It was too overwhelming to do anything else, so he just stared at the witch.

The witch stared back at him.

It dawned on her he was incapacitated for some reason, and her self-assurance slowly built back up. She stood straight and leered at him, moving her hands and lips into a curse. Kid started sweating, as his weapons' shouting match didn't seem anywhere near an end. He jumped to dodge as the trees behind him suddenly curved down to hit him at the witch's demand, and fell gracefully on the other side of the clearing, his weapons nearly weighting him down into a fall for a second. He snapped at them too.

"Can you both just concentrate, before she runs away?!" He said out loud, testily, making his opponent confused. Soul obviously did not want to follow his request, but he shut up and mentally crossed his arms. Maka was still spitting fire, but some of the Shinigami's cool-reasoning thoughts finally seeped through her anger-driven thoughts, and she gritted her teeth as she complied.

Kid smirked, that was so much better. He once more spun his scythes around his hands, the perfect syncrony of years of practice keeping them from from brushing against each other. He then jumped up again as the witch tried to grab his feet with tree roots and fell down on her, both scythes poised to strike. The shinigami almost fell on his face when the witch was suddenly gone.

Well... Maybe she had to be a little good, to manage to swipe their son away just in front of their noses. He barely dodged as another tree nearby suddenly seemed to be made of rubber, and started beating down on him with its branches.

Dodging another attack, he ran towards the witch, making a spinning motion as he neared her. Maka and Soul cut down both trees that had previously been at each of her sides, but the witch was once more nowhere to be found. His wife snapped.

"Kid! What the hell are you doing?! Just kill her already!" The Shinigami's sheer will power was the only thing which kept him from snapping back – instead he jumped again, running towards the way he could now feel the witch. That is, until she was gone again, and he almost ran face first onto a tree. "KID!" Maka screamed again. He snapped back.

"I'm trying to concentrate! Will you please stop raging at me and start actually helpin--." he was cut off as a tree branch grabbed his foot and sent him flying up. Shit. He cut the branch off with Soul, and made his best to fall balanced on the ground, his back hitting against another tree as his feet faltered.

It had been years since any witch did such a number on him... This one was apparently enjoying her utter luck, making the tree behind him slap his head around with its branches without obvious killing intent. He was really starting to get ticked off, too. He should have brought Patti and Liz with him, instead. Maka's head went down on his and made a symmetrical cut down his forehead as the thought crossed his mind, and he almost sputtered and threw her down on the ground. Almost.

"What the Hell, Maka?" He snapped at her again, blood flowing freely down his face as the witch let out an evil cackle of laughter. Maka, though, was apparently giving him the silent treatment, and he cursed under his breath. He could feel Soul pitying him through their link, and almost cursed him as well. Except, he instead shifted his effort on keeping his bond with Soul stronger, and tuned out Maka as he ran towards the witch and moved Soul to strike at her.

Bad idea. He did manage to strike at her, but Maka's pure heaviness just kept pushing him ahead as he tried to stop, and he went face first onto another tree.

"Asshole." He heard Maka whisper with hurt inside his head, and almost snapped at her again – except, the hurt in her word melted his heart – and it managed to tune down her anger as well. Soul cheered.

"Asshole indeed, but a smart one." Soul commented back with a maniacal grin, as finally their soul waves started to add themselves up in harmony. Kid smirked too, and suddenly he knew exactly where the sneaky witch was. With a jump, he fell down on her, the swiping motion of both his scythes forcing him to do a backflip to safely land with his feet on the ground. The witch screamed as her hands were cut off, her image just on the other side of the clearing suddenly vanishing.

"Game over." Kid whispered, as with a spinning motion he cleanly sliced both scythes across her middle back. The witch screamed as her body vanished, and Kid skidded to a halt with the help of both scythes' staves, sighing in relief at the obvious final blow. Maka and Soul changed back into their human forms, Soul grabbing Kid's shoulder and grinning at him with a "good job!" expression. Maka, though, ignored them both, and ran towards the witch's remains to grab her son's lock of hair. She softly caressed it, before swiping at the witch's soul and hungrily gulping it down. Soul and Kid took a step back at the move, fear of her clearly dripping from their faces.

Maka turned at them and glared fiercely, but wordlessly. They shared a look – that likely meant they were kicked out from the master bedroom for the following week. They would have to move to the room Kid and Soul had made for the two of them, when at their third year of marriage they finally realized Maka's fits of throwing them out were never going to stop. That had been ten years ago – they were right, afterall.

… Well, at least their son was safe. The three of them were alive. They shuffled after Maka - two fully grown men looking like guilty children - as she stalked ahead, back to Death City after another productive day. Kid wisely refrained from commenting she had a witch's soul more than Soul did. His husband could just feel his mild misery, though, and reached out to hold his hand as the three went on their long walk, silently promising to soon hunt another witch with him. He knew Maka would agree once she calmed down again. She always did.