Disclaimer: Don't own Soul Eater. Inspired by the song All the Right Moves by One Republic which I also don't own.
The song blared so loud Maka could feel her ribs vibrate. She sighed as she tried not to listen to intently to the song. It was saying something about having all the right friends in all the right places. She had that once. Then she made a really stupid choice and threw it all away. It had been five years, six months, and twenty-two days since she last saw her beloved friends. She was twenty-six years, six months, and twenty-two days old now. She wanted to go home, back to them, but how could she? She didn't even leave with so much as a good bye, not even to Soul. Just a lonely piece of paper wishing him the best and that she wasn't going to come home.
"S'cuse me, wanna dance?" The young man held out his hand but she waved it away saying she was about to leave. The man looked thoroughly upset. Maka smiled, she couldn't wait to see Soul, or rather for him to see her. He always picked on her for looking like a little kid. She looked nothing like a little kid now. She enjoyed the single life only because she didn't want to get messed up in something again, not because she didn't get offers. Her eyes widened at the thought, what did Soul look like now? Was he still thin and lanky or did he gain weight? Was he taller? Did he learn to brush his hair?
She lifted herself up, nodded to the bartender, and walked out of the club. She looked down at the black bike. It was a gift from Soul. How he afforded it she never knew but she didn't want to ask. She just knew it would offend him. But maybe, maybe tomorrow she'd ask him.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow she was coming home.
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Soul stared at the ceiling as he often did while deep in thought. She had left five years ago. She wasn't coming home. Why didn't he move on? When asked why he wouldn't settle down, even date, he would always reply that he was waiting for the right girl. Too bad she had already left him, left him to marry some guy. Some guy nowhere near as cool as Soul. The white haired death scythe couldn't understand why she had married that guy.
Soul looked at the clock, it was almost two in the morning. He needed to go to sleep soon, his first day as a teacher at Shibusen was tomorrow. He was kind of excited, then again he'd be working with his best friend. He smiled and rolled over, so what if she left, he had everything else he could have ever wanted.
He had filled out quite a bit. He was no longer thin but muscular. His hair was bit longer and shaggier but still fairly crazy. Soul was the object of most women's eyes but he managed to get away from all of them, well most of them. Blair still plagued him but not so much since she had kittens. It still bothered him. Apparently the father was another magical cat person so that wasn't the issue, it was just the thought of Blair reproducing. Blair still attacked him but it was no longer sexual, she often needed someone to watch the little furballs on very short notice and Uncle Soul could never turn her down.
Speaking of, he had to watch them after school. He was gonna be dead tomorrow. DED.
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Tsubuki grinned as she carried the child to his room. He snuggled into her chest and giggled. He was exactly like his father, well not so loud and obnoxious, but just as strong and caring. "Mama, Daddy comes home tomorrow!" His black hair was very much like her's which pleased her. He was even a weapon like his mother. But in every other way he was like his father. Green eyes always gleamed with mischief of some kind and he was always looking for some way to upstage someone else.
Tomorrow Tsubuki's husband would be coming home. He had been on a mission to some faraway country for Kid. Brown eyes met green in complete joy, she couldn't wait to tell Daddy the news. Speaking of news, Tsubuki remembered the day Maka left. She was going to tell her about the baby but Maka left before she could. Maybe her best friend would come home. Maybe she could meet Mifune. Maybe she could come home in time to meet the new baby.
"Momma, can I tell Daddy about the newest Star?" Mifune looked at his mother with those big eyes and couldn't help but agree. "Now, you have to go to bed okay? You don't want to be tired when Daddy comes home do you?" The little boy snuggled himself down under his sheets and smiled lovingly at his mother. They kissed good night and Tsubuki exited the room.
"An, it's time for bed. Black Star will be here in the morning. No one could sleep through that." The young witch smiled at her adoptive mother and nodded. With the help of Kim, the sway of magic didn't cause the chameleon witch to become destructive. She just had this annoying habit of constantly changing her hair color.
Tomorrow, they would be a normal family again. Well, as normal as a family with a hyperactive ninja, a 15 year old chameleon witch, a quite death scythe, and a spunky little boy could be.
A/N: Yes, I can totally see Angela being adopted by BS and Tsu. And Blair having kittens. Feel free to suggest names for the little kitties. Oh and suggest names and things for Soul's students :D R&R
