By the tree in the Dark Forest
Soul Evans wasn't a good person. He wasn't even decent. He'd done things, horrible things, absolutely terrifying and shell-shocking deeds only existing within the imagination of teenagers around a bonfire, telling horror stories. He wasn't proud of what he'd done, but if he could, he would take it back. Take everything back and sparing those countless children, mothers and husbands just because he could make serious money. He'd committed the most horrible crimes and he'd be executed if he ever was caught.
Never in his life had he wished to do anything but slaughter people for money. He'd do anything in order to get his hands on money.
One night, he'd taken a mission from a noble man, Kid Death, paying handsomely for him to annihilate a young woman. He never asked why his clients wanted his targets gone, all he needed to know was the amount of the money for the job getting done, a picture of the target and a name.
Maka. Miss Maka Albarn.
Soul walked inside of the bar with his black mantel, dark stringed shirt and thick boots. His red eyes scanned the area, drunk males sat at every table with a woman entertaining them. Most likely prostitutes.
His eyes came to rest on the woman with blond hair and green eyes. Green eyes like the finest green apples at the market and her lips as rich as blood. She stood behind the bar, pouring up beer for a man with rough brown beer.
He walked passed the tables with his eyes clearly set on his target, but he still caught sight of the males whispering about his odd looks. It always happened and with his senses as a mass-killer, a killing-machine, he's his eyes everywhere and his ears sharper than an animal's. He'd perfectly tabs on every single person inside of the small wooden-wreck of a bar.
He took a seat in at the bar and immediately she came, ready to serve him. "Hello, what can I get you Sir?" Her voice was cheerful and vivid, filled with life itself. Life you only saw in the most innocent of children. He'd seen that kind of children scream in agony and fear before his dagger pierced their hearts before he marked them with a slash over the chest.
"A beer." He answered huskily.
She nodded fiercely, her blond hair swayed forward to then perfectly return to its original place. Her small and delicate hand grabbed a beer glass and went over to the wooden barrel, filling up a glass for him.
He'd be a fool if he killed her in a place as crowded as this. He needed to get her away to a private area where he could finish his mission.
Her hips swayed softly, the hem of her dress gently caressed her boots.
A wide smirk, a smirk exposing his pointy teeth, gleaming in the darkly lit bar.
Seduction. He was going to seduce her alone where he'd then kill her.
The sweet smile lingered on her perfectly curved rosy lips as she put the glass of beer in front of him. "Five bronze pieces, please Sir."
Soul dug in his pocket and grabbed the dull five bronze pieces, but he did grab a golden piece as well, putting it on the dark wooden bar. "You can keep the rest." He exposed his teeth for her to see as he leaned closer to her. "And you, sweetheart, address me as Soul."
The pale porcelain skin of hers turned to a faint pink as she gathered the pieces on the table. "Thank you dearly… Soul." She put the five bronze pieces inside of the payment chest to then put the golden piece inside of her own pocket. "You're a very kind man."
"No, I'm not." He reached for her hand and took it. His scarred powerful hands on her pale fragile one, such a contrast between his tanned one and her light one. It's enchanting. His eyes wandered up to her innocent face, she peered at him shyly with a large blush on her face. What had she done for Kid Death to want her dead and gone. Such and innocent creature with vivid and innocent features.
"I'm one of the king's soldiers." He returned to the subject as his thumb drew circles on the back of her hand. "I've seen war, been a part of it. I've done things I'm not proved of and soon, I'll be sent back to the front lines."
"Oh my," She put her free hand on her chest, "you poor thing. When are you going back?"
"Soon." He mustered a sorrowful expression as he gazed back at her through his bangs. "Too soon for my liking. I do not want to return to the fields without being remembered by someone. My whole family is dead and buried since years ago. I'm all alone in this cruel world."
She squeezed his hand and he raised his eyes, peering at her with hope. "You're not alone. If you'd like, you could stay with me for the night, but then you'll have to wait four hours. I can't abandon my job."
He smirked. He smirked wide mentally. "Thank you, sweetheart." He hit the bull's eye. Emotions always proved to break the ladies into bed and he'd use these hours in order to make her absolutely crazy about him.
The hours went and he didn't even take a sip of his beer. She only left him to take other orders or prepared other drinks for the rowdy men. The two of them converts back and forth, spreading more lies and planted pity in her mind, however, he did not expect to grow sympathy for her. She shared her life story, about being abandoned by her father and her mother struggled with keeping her feed. Her green vivid eyes drained in life and he felt panic grow in his chest, wanting to tell her anything and do anything to make her feel better.
When the hours went by and she led him to her room two floors above the bar, he couldn't contain himself. Those green eyes of hers were dull and he needed to bring back the life in them. Whatever it took, he had to do it.
His lips connected with hers after she locked the door. She kissed him back with equal power and her hands snaked around his neck, pulling him closer to her. His hands settled on her hips and tugged her close to him. It didn't take long before his fingers found the strings of her corset and quickly untied it. It pooled around her feet and he made swift work of her dress and it joined her corset on the ground. His lips latched onto her neck and nibbled, kissed and licked it.
"Are we going to do it?" She groaned and the weight around his neck grew heavier. He knew her knees must be failing her. His hands gripped her back as he held her up.
"Only if you want, sweetheart." He planted kiss after kiss on her exposed shoulders and neck. Her skin tasted better than he imagined. Green apples mixed with the best combination of flowers. The more he tasted of her skin, he longed for more of her. He wanted to taste her more, wanted to eat her up and satisfy her in the best way possible before he locked her in a box only for him to admire her beauty.
She moaned and shuddered, her skin prickled with delight to his satisfaction. "I kind of do." She gulped and let out a string of long moans when his hands found her ass, fondling it as he nibbled her sensitive neck. "Will you get me pregnant?"
"Try not to." He scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the barely standing bed, gently placing her down on the covers. "I'm going to pull out, but there's no guarantee you won't get pregnant." Soul took off his mantel and it gathered on the floor. His hand bumped into the handle of his dagger perfectly hidden in his pants.
His mission was to eliminate the girl and the moment doesn't get better than this, her lying on the bed with trust and longing for him. He could so easily grab the dagger and plunge it in her heart, putting her out of her misery. He could so easily kill her and walk out of there to get his bounty in just an hour. It would be that easy. His fingers tingled and clenched to the relaxed, repeating the process all over again. It wasn't like he was in grave need of money. He'd a large amount of money at his shed of home.
"Thank you." Her hand reached up to his cheek, gently cupping it as her thumb caressed the rough unshaved skin. "I'm a very lucky girl for meeting you Soul. I'm honored."
His fists clenched. His eyes gazed into hers.
His hands quickly untied his pants and the material along with the hidden knife joined his mantel.
He could not do it.
The next morning he woke up to the sun rising in the distance, pouring in the rays of light and reflected on the naked angel in front of him.
He wasn't innocent, he was far from it. With his own family dying at the hands of a ruthless gang of bandits, he became a demon. He trained, learned to handle a dagger and disguised himself as an everyday person. After becoming a hitman, he killed his client's targets without a thought or a feeling telling him to stop. In his free-time when he felt like it, he did seek the company of women. Some he woke up to, some he left as soon he finished.
She, Maka Albarn, looked the best out of all of them. Her skin glowed in the moonlight, watching her blossom into a woman in front of his eyes. He treasured the moment dearly. The aftermath was just as amazing. The sun's rays made her skin glow a golden hue and her hair seemed to be strings of pure gold. Her skin looked absolutely delicious, and he knew the taste of her skin was the best flavor he'd ever tasted, her skin screamed at him to take a lick of her stomach and her collarbones to then capture the strawberry flavored lips of hers.
He wanted her. With passion.
Soul reached for her with his hand, his fingers brushed her cheekbone and immediately her warmth abused his fingers. Deliciously. Just like a demon gracing an angel's touch, hypnotizing the demon with the angel's beauty.
He wasn't going to walk away from her.
His fingers brushed her swan-like neck to her shoulder, his fingers heated up to a degree he'd never before experienced. Her warmth, her fragile porcelain skin, those green eyes innocently peering at him like a swan gently floating on the surface of a lake.
He cursed and rolled out of the bed, tumbling down on his clothes and the handle of his dagger wiped out the warmth and comfort she'd offered him.
He'd taken a job to assassinate her and it didn't matter how much he cared about the woman, the job had to be done.
Without bothering to cover himself up, he drew the dagger from its case and crawled up on the bed, like a savage tiger ready to jump a white rabbit. She stirred in her sleep as he crawled on top of her, straddling her slim waist. He grabbed a hold of her left shoulder and let the top of the dagger rest on her chest, above her beating heart, her vital organ. Putting a little weight on his dagger, it would pierce her skin and become one with her heart. Her eyes would open and look at him with pain and shock, just like his other victims. Hers would be filled with betray and the innocent eyes would look at him with… disappointment.
His own heart tripped. His nails dug into her pale skin, which caused her to moan and her eyes fluttered open. Instantly her eyes shifted to the lethal weapon in his hand and then to his eyes.
He was right. Her eyes widen in fear and betrayal flashed in them. Her body tensed and she tried to scoot away from the blade, but his grip on her was too great for her.
"S-Soul." She whispered, her eyes peered into his.
His heart tripped on a beat and his stomach twisted with disgust, disgust for himself and his mouth tasted bitter.
The innocent angel he'd taken care of sooth as best as he could, gazed at him with such betrayal and fear. Fear for him.
He growled and made quick work of his dagger. He grabbed ahold of her hair and quickly cut it off, leaving one side unharmed of her precious hair. "Get dressed. Something every day like but something no one has seen you in." He jumped off of her and put the hair in a silk bag.
He was going to get in a lot of trouble.
"W-what?" She sat up on the bed, caressing the spot his dagger had threatened to take her life.
"Didn't you hear me? Get. Dressed."
Immediately he regretted the choice of words.
Her eyes widen with fear and she hesitatively gathered her underwear and got dressed.
He growled as he put on his pants and put the silk bag in his pocket. "I was sent to kill you." He confessed as he put the dagger in its case, the metal shrieked which caught her attention immediately and backpedaled away from him.
"M-Me?" She asked flabbergast. "Why me?"
"Don't know." He stormed up to her closet and immediately grabbed a hold of a red cotton dress and tossed it to her. "Get dressed. We leave this instant."
She was on her toes. She always had her eyes on her and every time he moved, she flinched to his dismay. For the first time, he felt disgusted with himself for even thinking about killing such an innocent creature. He'd killed kids before, but never had they had this effect on him.
He's starting to grow soft.
"If you try to run away or try to blow my cover, I will kill you immediately." He hissed at her. "You are dead either way. If the wrong people find out I didn't do my job, he will hire someone else to kill me and you. If you want to live, then you do as I say." He leaned against the door with her in front of him.
"W-what will you do with me?" She asked cautiously.
He hated it. The fear in her eyes. All he wanted was to make it all go away, wanted her to smile at him like she did last night. "Save you." He grabbed her hand and pulled him toward her. "Don't speak, don't fall behind, you got it?"
She flinched and nodded weakly. "Okay."
"Good." He released her hand and quickly took of his mantel and wrapped it around her, pulling the hood to cover her hair and face. "I can't have you walking around with messy hair. It would definitely attract people's attention."
"O-okay." She whispered.
If he could, he would stab the dagger through his heart just to show her he was more than willing to hurt himself rather than her. He would never hurt her, he couldn't hurt her. He hated himself with a passion as he held her hand, walking through the town square. She didn't hold his hand like she did yesterday. It was limp and missed the reassuring hold and the warmth pouring out of her body wasn't as pleasant. He knew he'd wounded her beyond repairable, but he was still going to protect her.
No one was going to touch his angel.
She obeyed his orders, not speaking, not making eye contact, always stayed close to him. They got out of the village and headed toward the forest which is his home.
"We're going to enter the Dark Forest. Don't worry, no ghost exists there. I've lived there for years. We only have to look out for wolves, but they aren't going to hurt us if we don't walk into their territories, which we aren't." He squeezed her hand, trying to regain some of her broken trust for him. "Nothing will happen to you. I'm not going to hurt you and I won't let anyone harm a hair on your head."
She did not reply, but her fingers in his grasp twitched.
If it was a good or bad sign, he did not know.
He led her deeper and deeper within the forest. The tall trees blocked out the sun's rays from touching them. The bushes rustled mysteriously, making Maka's head whip to the direction of every tiny noise.
He squeezed her hand, she whipped her face to his and gasped. He looked into her wide frightened eyes. "Squirrels." He answered, squeezing her hand reassuringly again. "We're almost there."
She gulped and slowly nodded.
His mantel she wore dragged along the ground, too long for her to wear properly. He watched as her eyes widened at the look of his cabin coming into view. He released her hand and wrapped it instead around her shoulders. "This forest can be dangerous if you aren't careful." He came to a halt, the cabin was about one-hundred feet away. "This is as far as you can go. If you wander too far, you could accidentally stumble on a wolf's den."
She nodded, showing she was listening.
"You can talk. We're safe." He pulled up the dagger from his pants and quickly made an X on the tree. "You don't go further than the X."
"What will you do to me now?" She whispered, keeping her eyes away from him and the dagger. She trembled underneath his hand, which caused his heart to sink.
"Nothing you don't want to do. I'm not going to harm you. I'm protecting you." He put the dagger back in his case and led her toward his cabin.
"What if I want to return?"
"Then you will be killed in your sleep." He quickly spoke as they reached his cabin. He opened the door and held it open for her. "If you are unhappy here and would rather be somewhere else, I will help you, but you have to give this place a chance."
She entered his cabin, her eyes wandering to his tiny bed made out of dried hay with sheets over it to then wander to the unstable wooden table with a chair. She took a step toward the kitchen area and her hand gently brushed over the pot and the sticks holding it up. Her eyes wandered to the knife and a cutting board.
"I'll have to make another bed for you. For now I'll come up with something for you to sleep on." He closed the door and leaned on the wall, watching his angel examining his cabin. "I'm going to head back into town to get some stuff. Please, stay inside. Don't go running off, if you do, you will be killed by wolves."
She flinched and slowly nodded. "Okay."
He left her inside of the cabin.
He first went to Kid Death and showed her hair as proof of death. He was paid handsomely and went over to the market where he bought fruits and other vegetables, milk, bread and a cake he saw in the window. Immediately he thought of Maka, waiting for him inside of his cabin. Instantly he bought it for her, went and bought fabric, sowing tools, yarn and a knife for her own use.
The dark fell and he walked inside of the Dark Forest. It was pitch black, but he already had the whole forest memorized from the smallest branch to the biggest of lakes. His heart tumbled again when the cabin came up, the inside was lit, welcoming him home. In his window, he saw Maka peering out into the dark, looking for wolves or maybe, she was looking for him. He hoped it was the later.
As soon as he came close enough for her eyes to see him in the dark, she jumped and immediately walked away from the window.
When he walked inside of the cabin, she sat in front of the pot, fisting the material of her dress. She didn't turn around to face him.
"I bought food." He said, walking up to her and dropped a bag full with the food. "Is there something you wish to eat from the things I bought?" He continued to his cooking table and put the cake on it. "I hope you like strawberry shortcake―"
"You can make a vegetable soup and eat it with the bread." She said as she peered inside of the bag.
"I haven't really done something like that." He walked up to her and took a seat beside her. To his amaze, she didn't flinch away.
"I can make it." Instantly she stood up from the pot and went over to the table. "I know how to make it." She got all the vegetables out and grabbed the knife, starting to chop the vegetables into cubs.
He watched her with interest. She seemed to be so caught up in the moment as she chopped up a carrot. He guessed it was her passion to cook, he had to remember that the next time he went to the market.
"Can you light a fire, please?" She asked but she never took her innocent eyes off of the knife and the vegetables.
"Of course." He arranged a fire at the fireplace with branches and dried leaves. With the help of a stick and a bow. After a few minutes working on the fire with the sound of Maka's chopping, the fire lit up and he moved the pot over the fire. "Do you want me to put butter in the pot?"
"Please do. I'm almost done."
He grabbed the butter from the table and put some in the pot.
They worked quite well together. She made the food and she was more than happy to teach him how to make a good soup. He was happy watching her cook. She was definitely in her element and her eyes were as innocent as before the night they spend together.
His own body betrayed him multiple times. The smallest brush of fingers to her eyes looking at him, his stomach tripped all over again and the warmth spread and awakened his body.
"I bought some fabric and sewing things for you." He spoke up as he dipped his bread in his bowl of hot soup. "Maybe you could make a dress or something out of it."
"Thank you." She took a bite of her breath and sipped the soup with her spoon. Silence filled the air and his skin prickled. He wanted her to talk, just like they had a day before. It was too weird for his liking. He'd lived in silence his whole life and he liked it, but now all he wanted was for her to talk.
"Who hired you?" She got before him.
"To kill you?"
"Yeah."
"Normally I wouldn't say to anyone who it was," he shrugged his shoulders and took a bite of his bread, tasting the delicious broth on it. "But I'll make an exception. His name is Kid Death."
She gasped loudly and her bowl with soup hit the ground. "Kid?!" Her green eyes went wide and they filled with utter shock. "It was he?!"
"You know him?"
"Yeah!" Her hands clasped above her chest. "We grew up together and a month ago he asked for my hand, but I turned him down." She stood up on her feet and backed away. "I can't believe he would do such a thing!"
"I can." He sighed and put the bowl of soup on the table. "I got a lot of missions from him. He always wanted women dead for most of the part, occasionally there were men but mostly it was young women he wanted."
"Oh Kid." Her eyes dropped to the floor and so did the spark. "How could he? He was always such a fine man."
What could he say? That he was secretly a snake and wanted every woman dead? Soul couldn't say it when he was the one to kill them. He wasn't any better than Kid Death, he was worse for committing his crimes.
"Many people wear masks." He started. "He wore one."
"And you too?" Her eyes wandered up to his.
"Yeah," He shoved his hands in his pockets, "I have to, but in sort of way I only wear it half. I always have an identity I go from, but I never hold it up completely. I always have my own touch and twist to it. It is a mask, but it isn't a full mask."
"That doesn't make much sense."
He chuckled heartily and walked around the pot to his angel. "It's like stealing someone else's painting. You change the image a little and then claiming it's yours. It's almost the same thing."
She turned silent and her eyes lost their spark, but they never left his eyes. "Was everything I learned about you a lie?"
"Most of it. I'm more than willing for you to meet the real Soul Evans if you're interested."
"If I'm going to live here," A smile spread on her face, which surprised him, "I would like to know you for who you are even though if it is very scary."
Soul cleaned up the mess Maka made as she started to work on another bed, taking firewood and taking a fabric over it. She tried as hard as she could as making it as comfortable it could be. When Soul finished cleaning up, he grabbed a paper the carrots were packaged in and a coal from the fireplace and started to draw on it the area of the woods. He drew the lake only a half a mile away, the territories of the wolves and the safest way out of the woods. He never knew what could happen, the possibility of him dying on a mission was possible, so he needed to make sure she could get out of the woods safely if she needed to.
He put up the map on the wall and pierced the kitchen knife in it. He'd have to nail it up on the wall later, but now it was time for them both to sleep.
He knew how to seduce women into bed, but he sure didn't know how to take care of a woman. First mistake he did was almost made was taking the bed and making her sleep on the uncomfortable pile of branches. The second mistake was taking the pillow, but he returned it before she fell asleep. It wasn't comfortable to sleep on, but he managed to fall asleep.
A weight set on his hips and his eyes tiredly opened. "Maka?" He groaned and rubbed his eyes. She straddled his hip, her dress was hitched up on her thighs, exposing those long pale legs of hers. "What are you d―"
"Shhh," She placed her index finger on his lips, hushing him down. "Don't talk." She leaned down and to his surprise, she kissed him. His lips heated up and the warmth spread throughout his body. He didn't hesitate to kiss her back, his arms snaked around her, holding her close to him. She made him feel so many things, so many emotions tumbled in his chest and his body reacted like never before. He loved the feelings and he would treasure these moment with her, the moments his fragile angel made him feel so alive.
Maka straightened and their lips disconnected in the process. Her hands immediately grabbed the strings of her red dress and untied them.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked. He may kill people for a living, but he doesn't plan on becoming a rapist.
"Absolutely." The dress pooled down and settled on her hips, baring her porcelain skin for him. "That is if you want me?"
And he wanted her alright. Immediately he sat up and connected their lips. She was his sun and heaven, he was constantly so cold and frozen so as soon he touch Maka, he melts and finds himself warmer than he could ever remember. He shivered with pleasure and―
His eyes widen when he felt a sharp tip on his chest.
Maka removed her lips from his "Lay down." She commanded.
She'd gotten him to sit up and then when they kissed, that must've been the moment when she grabbed his dagger.
Never had he been fooled like this before.
He did as she commanded, laid down back on his bed. "Maka―"
"Don't speak!" her hands tightened around the handle, but her hands trembled. "You're a killer! You kill innocent people for money!" He detected her lower lip quivering. "If I kill you, I'll save many lives, you won't hurt anyone anymore."
"If you kill me, you will save lives." He spoke, he wasn't going to lie to her. Even when she wields his dagger and her chest completely exposed, she was still as innocent fragile as when he spoke to her the first time. He said he wasn't going to hurt her, and he meant it. "Go ahead, kill me if that's going to float your boat." He grabbed a hold of the cold metal and directed it from his ribcage to his left chest, angled the dagger. "If you stab me from this angle, you will puncture my heart and I will die in seconds. You won't have to go through any ribs so it'll be easier." He released the blade and settled his hands on her hips. "When I die, drag me out of the cabin when the sun rises. Go around the cabin and go straight forward for a half a mile. You'll reach a lake. Leave my corpse there and the wolves will take care of it." As he spoke, her teeth bit into her rich bottom lip and tears welled up in her eyes.
She inhaled sharply and her hands trembled even more. "Soul―"
"I'm almost done." His thumbs gently caressed her hips. "On the wall is a map how you get out of the forest unharmed. In the closet in a wooden box there is all my money. Take everything and you go to the next village, don't return to Death City, if you do, you will be killed. Change your appearance as well as you can so no one can recognize your face and change your name while you're at it. If you ever need help with money, go to Chupa Cabra in any town and you search for a man called Black*Star. Just say my name and he'll give you anything you need."
Her hands trembled even more and now tears trickled down her cheeks. "Soul―!"
"When you kill me, don't look into my eyes. They'll haunt you. Cover my face up as quickly as you can without looking at it. As soon as your conscious kicks in, tell yourself I was a killer and I would've killed anyone else. Tell yourself you did the world a favor." His hands wandered up her legs and passed her exposed skin and gently cupped her face, wiping away her tears. "Don't cry. You're a hero. You'll bring down the hitman Soul Evans."
"You're not supposed to encourage me." She sobbed and inhaled loudly, trying to breathe through her tears. "You're supposed to stop me and throw the knife away! Why are you saying such things?"
"Why?" His hands caressed her face, trying to sooth her pain. He didn't want to see her so upset. He wanted to take all that pain, hurt, guilt and torment from her and carry it himself. It was torture for him to watch his angel hurting. "You need to be prepared. I've lived a life I don't regret and I've been ready for death since I first picked up that dagger. I'm not afraid to die."
She sobbed loudly, her knuckles turned white and her hand trembled badly. She screamed and threw away the dagger and it dug into the wooden wall of his cabin. "I can't do it!" She cried out loudly and covered her eyes with her hands. "I just can't do it!" She sobbed loudly and cried everything out.
"Maka…" He sat up once again and pulled her close to him, embracing her. He wanted to take away her pain, but he was inexperienced when it came to comforting people. The only thing he knew was hurting, betraying and killing people, never soothing someone's pain. "Don't cry. I don't like to see you crying. What can I do in order to take away your pain?"
She kept crying out loudly.
His heart broke as he kept rubbing her back, holding her close to him. "Please, what can I do?"
"Why do you even care?" She cried, her arms were around his neck but she didn't hug him back. They hung on his back limply. "You chose to save me and you invited me to live in your home just so I wouldn't die. Why? Why me out of all people you killed, why did you chose me to spare and saved me? It doesn't make any sense to me!" Her tears stained his shirt and he absolutely broke. His little angle cried. He hated the sensation.
"Because you have something I've never seen in a person." He whispered into her ear as he caressed her back. "You're like a saving grace. Every time I touch you. I heat up like I'm ice when you touch me and when you look at me with those unbelievable green eyes of yours, I fall down to my knees, only wanting to protect you and care for only you. You enchanted me and now all I want is to make you happy."
She sobbed and hiccupped. "You love me?"
Love? He'd never experienced love. Only the half an hour love he shared with the girls he picked up and slept with, but that wasn't true commitment, not true love. He felt close to her, felt really attached to her, he knew he wouldn't leave her side if she didn't wish to leave him. He truly liked this girl very, very much, so why couldn't it be love?
"Yes. I love you damned much." The words weren't bitter, they tasted sweetly in his mouth and he knew they belonged in his mouth. He'd become enslaved by love and he was Maka's faithful servant.
She took a deep breath. Another one and she trembled in his arms. "I think I love you too." She whimpered. Her arms finally connected behind his back, hugging him back. "I feel so attached to you, I want to be with you." Her lips suddenly assaulted his neck, gently planting kiss after kiss that ignited the carve he developed for her. Their lips met and he kissed her with everything he got. "This time," She whispered against his lips, "don't you dare pull out."
He didn't.
Their time together was bliss for both of them. Every night when he returned back home, she waited for him by the tree he'd marked with an X so she could run up to him and greet him with a hug and a passionate kiss. When he walked inside of the cabin she'd prepared a meal for him and kept him company. She never asked about the bloodstains on his cloak. She knew exactly what it came from and where the large amounts of money came.
The days he didn't have a mission, they spent it together. Either they went bathing in the lake or he taught her how to throw her knife he'd gotten for her. With wolves that came close to the cabin, he thought she needed to be able to protect herself if a wolf sprinted toward her with the intentions of killing.
They were in love. High on cloud nine. Everything she wanted, he bought. Soon their small little cabin turned homier and more comfortable than ever. If the cabin was decent before, it was straight up a wonderland after. The cabin was full of fabrics in different colors and the bed was wider and more comfortable than ever. A woman's touch was exactly what their cabin needed, what he needed.
That was when that dreaded day came, the day when a high noble had given him a mission to travel across the country to kill the famous king. Maka was heartbroken when he told her he was going to be gone for a very long time. Absolutely heartbroken. The day when he left, she cried river. She knew he'd to go and she had to let him go. They shared passionate kisses and promises, she would wait for him, having the cabin ready for him, having dinner ready for him when he returned and in return, he would bring her the greatest gift he could give her and love her for the rest of his life.
Month after month went by, Soul worked hard and quick, trying to get as close as he could to the king. He'd his woman waiting at home for him most likely crying herself to sleep when she realized today wasn't the day he'd return.
At day 437, the king died at his hands and he was on the way home. He ran as often as he could with his backpack full with money from the bounty and things he bought for his love. He'd never run for so long and so fast in his entire life. The three week walk back home was too long for him. He needed to be back now and a second later was too long for him. He ran into the Dark Forest, the sun was slowly setting as he ran toward his home, imagining her standing by the tree with a hot meal ready for him.
The cabin grew closer and closer, the cabin came into view and so did the tree. In a pretty white dress, she stood there, hands entwined as she shifted her weight on her heels and toes as she often did.
"Maka!" His heart tumbled in his chest and he waved toward her, barely managing to contain the joy from seeing his love.
Her eyes lit up brighter than the sun itself, her presence brightened the whole forest and instantly she broke out into a run, running toward him. "Soul!"
He dropped his bag to the ground before they met in the middle, crashing into each other and their lips sought each other's. "I missed you." Soul spoke into her mouth as he ate her lips away. "So, so, so, so much. The food doesn't taste as good if you haven't made it, the bed feels too empty without you and I missed your presence more than anything." He ended up stumbling backwards since Maka kept pressing her body against his so roughly. Eventually he tumbled backwards and landed on his body. Maka quickly followed and mounted his lap.
"You've no idea how I've missed you." She spoke back to him as she tugged at his clothes. She moaned into his mouth as her hands ran under his shirt and caressed his abs. "There's something I've to tell you."
His brain sparkled. He pulled away immediately and looked into her eyes. "Is it bad? Does anyone know you're alive? Has someone found the cab―"
She hushed him slowly, caressing his stomach, making her nails deliciously scratch at his skin. "It is bad if you look at it in a certain angle."
"Tell me. Tell me now!"
"Actually," she removed her hands from his abs and stood up on her feet, offering her hand to him, "I think it's better if you see with your own eyes."
He took her hand and got up on his feet. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held her close to him. His heart was racing quicker than ever, what kind of trouble had Maka run into? Did he need to kill anyone? Did he need to cover her mistakes up or maybe he needed to get her something in order to make her happier or―
He walked inside of the cabin and Maka pulled him inside of the bedroom. His eyes widen and his body stiffened. On a pile of hay wrapped in a blanket laid a beautiful sleeping baby with white hair.
"Two months after you left I found out I was pregnant and was in my fourth month. I wanted to contact you and tell you but I didn't want to put you in danger. Even if I sent you a letter I wasn't sure it would ever get to you." She grabbed his hands and held both of his hands. "Please, can you forgive me?"
"Forgive you?" He released her hands and instead cupped her face. "Oh, I'm doing more than forgiving you. Having a child with you is utterly amazing. I should be the one to apologize for not being there for you when you gave birth. I should've been there through the journey. Can you forgive me?"
"You idiot." She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, making his stomach stir with heat and love. "I forgive you a thousand times over. You're here now and that's what matters." She pulled away from him and caressed his arms. Her eyes fluttered down to his chest before they returned to his eyes. "And you'll have to build a proper crib for her. I tried but the nails would've only hurt her."
A large grin spread on his face. "Her?"
"Yeah," She nods. "It's a girl. She has your eyes and hair, but she has my face. She has your appetite and she's a snuggling bear just like you."
"What's her name?"
A bright blush spread on her face and she leaned into his chest. "My mother was Japanese, so I gave her a Japanese name. Ayumi."
"Ayumi." He repeated, tasting her name and rolled it on his tongue. "I like it. It's unique and exotic. Just like her."
"R-really?" She stuttered. "You don't think it's weird or abnormal?"
"It is abnormal, but our family isn't exactly normal. Our daughter is unique and she deserves a name fitting for her and I think Ayumi is the perfect name for her. Just seeing at her I can tell she's a very precious child and she will grow into a strong and beautiful woman just like her mother. And you know what," He dug his hand into his pants and started to dig around. "She's just as precious as her mother. Just as adorable and I treasure both of you." He found was he sought and he fished it up, revealing a golden band. "I love you Maka till the end of the world and I would like nothing more than to present you this ring. This could be a marriage ring, promise ring or an ordinary ring, you chose what you want it to be."
Her face lit up like a sunrise, she jumped up and down as she covered her mouth, nodding happily at him. "Marriage. Definitely marriage!" She threw her arms around him and her legs hugged his waist. "I love you, love you so much." She planted kisses on his cheeks, jaw, neck, his forehead, every piece of skin she found. He met her lips and kissed her eagerly. She set her feet down on the ground again. She looked at the golden band in his hand and he slipped it on her ring finger. Their lips locked together, kissing each other with such passion.
His life was pure sin and emotionless life of murdering people for money. Now, he had someone to live for, someone to share life with and a child with the woman he loved. He knew he could no longer live as a hitman, he needed to straighten up for Maka's sake and his daughter's and he was more than happy to quit the life of sin.