A/N: This is something that could realistically happen. I think it's called the saturation point.
Disclamer: I do not own Soul Eater, no, really, I don't.
Her hands clutched him around the middle, and they flew down the highway, with nothing in mind.
They had nothing but themselves and the motorcycle and light luggage, and the steady flow of cash from Shinbunsen.
It wasn't as if the organization can say no to them, not since the Great Enemy was struck down. And the rumbles of other opposition were for the next generation. Not them, they had done too much.
So they went, and they traveled, they had no goals except to figure out what would happen next, living one day at a time.
They went everywhere, and stayed anywhere, from the most shining hotel to the shabbiest inn, they had no qualms.
Every night they reminded the other that they were alive, with squeaking bedsprings, preparing themselves for old friends (or enemies) who might drop by for the night.
If they did the morning would find them leaving, hot faces freshly dried of cold tears.
So they continued, living in the moment.
Maybe one day she would lead him in a search for her mother.
Maybe one day he would get reacquainted with his family, and introduce her to them at the same time.
Not yet though.
Everything they really needed was they had between themselves. So there was really no need to land, to stay anywhere longer than a month, no need to settle.
And they would continue, with their small fights and their forgiveness and their memories.
Until, until…just until.