Please read the Author's note at the end of the chapter!
Disclaimer: If I owned Soul Eater, this story wouldn't have started to begin with.
If you ever asked Maka how much her life changed, she would tell you so many things. If she hadn't went to London or been saved by Soul – she would have been dead, tortured or committed suicide.
How she wanted to stay in Death City although it brewed more trouble – she found her true love that she never wanted to let go for the rest of eternity.
Most of all, on Tsubaki and Black*Star's wedding day, she found her legacy.
She had stopped self-harming and blaming herself for her past mistakes; she didn't regret seeing her father off to jail for all the crimes he had done – something that she should have reported earlier and have a happy childhood.
But if it wasn't for all the abuse she's been through, she would say she had never been stronger than how she was today. She married Soul in a small chapel at Las Vegas with her close friends with her, feeling that she need a sense of closeness to make sure everything was reality.
Her law firm grew immensely and she dare say that she couldn't have been more proud when accepted more lawyers under her wing. Most of all, the best gift heaven could give her was how much protection she felt just by having the friends who had once bullied her but it blossomed into a beautiful friendship.
Laughing softly as her eyes followed her husband and child; she leaned back and smiled, touching her abdomen area. "Look at your daddy and sister, aren't they the cutest?"
"Since when did I become from drop-dead gorgeous to cute? That's so demoralizing." Soul teased as he kissed Maka's forehead, being careful to make sure that Manami did not kick his ash-blonde wife's head while she was being slung over his shoulder where she was pounding on his back.
"Self-compliments get you no where Mr. Evans." Maka frowned playfully.
"Well Mrs. Evans, how is our little guy doing in there?" Soul murmured, stroking the bump as he settled Manami next to them who was looking at them thoughtfully.
"He's fine; he's super active and constantly kicking." Maka smiled, reaching instinctively for his hand, placing it at where the baby recently kicked. "Can't you feel its small feet budging out?" She whispered.
"I'm sure he'll be awesome like his mom." Soul chuckles, turning towards their daughter and pinning her down, blowing raspberries at her stomach, making her giggle and thrash.
Maka had decided a long time ago that the little girl that heaven blessed her with was worth it, she remembered the first two years of marriage – how much Soul begged her to have his child while she was in denial since she thought in a nutshell, they were a bundle of trouble instead of the overwhelming happiness that she felt.
Well, it didn't mean they didn't have fun to try to make babies. They had learnt that it was slightly difficult to have babies since Maka had been found with polycystic ovarian problem which interfered with it because she did not have normal ovulation cycles and she only became pregnant during their fifth year together.
And now…. after another year, they were going to have a little boy in their lives.
Soul growled under his breath as he heard a sudden shout from the door and the door being banged down, a little cry of cheer coming from another he knew his best buddy was here.
Even having two kids didn't seem to tame his wild and loud nature, hell, it got so bad that one of his children became Black*Star Junior. He still wondered how Tsubaki managed to keep up with him, pregnant and all.
Her little girl ran towards the door, her white braids flying behind her, pouncing onto her godfather, squealing in excitement.
"I see that motherhood is still treating you well even though it feels like you're taking care of three children instead of two?" Maka teased, moving slightly for Tsubaki to sit down.
"Got used to it." Tsubaki shrugged, nudging the ask-blonde woman in the arm.
"I'm just thankful your second child isn't as chaotic as your husband or I swear the roof will come down on us." Maka joked.
Tsubaki gasped in mock horror. "Heavens no!"
"WHY IS THE DOOR UNSYMMETRICAL!?" Kid screeched as he tried to fix the door.
Tsubaki and Maka stared at each other, as if to tell each other telepathically that they were in for another over reaction.
"Shut up, Kiddo." Liz grumbled, trudging into the room. Everyone snickered at the grumpy Brooklyn sister, pregnancy always tend to take an toll on her and she was in constant mood swings and cravings that were twice worse than Tsubaki and Maka added together.
"Jeez Kid, shut the ruckus. You have too much energy in the early of a morning and you're giving the women here a headache." Soul whacked Kid's head, grinning.
Manami came running over her ash-blonde mother, pouting. "I want an ice cream like how Camellia*Star has!"
Maka frowned playfully as she ruffled her white hair. "Don't you think you have enough of sweet things today? After all, you had chocolate syrup for your pancake today."
Her little girl's chest puffed out. "I'm a big girl; I can take in a lot of sweet stuff because I'm cool!"
Maka laughed at her cheekiness. "Ask your daddy alright?"
The excitement eventually died down in the Evans household, Manami's energy spent from the crazy things she did with Black*Star, the other couples and children heading back home after a day of fun, leaving the lawyer and albino star gazing while swinging on their hammock."What are ya thinking about Maka?" Soul asked.
"How peaceful my world is compared to a few years ago." Maka murmured, squeezing her husband's hand tightly.
"That's definitely true." Soul snorted. "I'm glad you're worth the fight and drama."
"We're worth it." Maka corrected, brushing away the white locks that blocked his red wine eyes.
They sealed the statement with a kiss, making Maka hum in contentment.
She wouldn't want to change anything in the past or present, to hell with the future, her little piece of happiness was right here and she was glad she trusted the friends that Heaven had gifted her.
Well it all formed with two simple words:
To Trust.
We're at the end! I'll officially be putting the status as complete instead of Ongoing! But here's the news flash! This story To Trust, will become an official original story of mine from to
I'll inform you once it's up and probably add in a little sweet outtake, but here are the names that I changed for them and a short snippet of the start!
Maka Albarn – Evangeline Ambler
Soul Eater Evans – Shaylon Fronteau
Liz Thompson – Elizabeth Kessler
Patty Thompson – Patricia Kessler
Death the Kid – Karl Parker-Johnson
Tsubaki Natkatsuka – Tsifira Hoyt
Black*Star – Bladen Hunt
Spirit Albarn – Sarlic Ambler
Marie Mjolnir – Maria Avant
Franken Stein – Farlan Suer
Dia – Dominique Newman
Hiro – Hahnee Gunning
Ox – Orlan Brose
Kim – Kailee Matory
It's weird how you never know what to expect in life. You wouldn't know what or who you would want until you come to accept – maybe come in terms with your feelings; or who might want you by the throat and just want to make your life miserable.
Life was like that for me.
I've never fitted in school, I kept to myself and locked everyone out, I was the best example of a social outcast I guess. I've been bullied and aimed by so many snide remarks daily such that I lost count – but then again, there was no reason to wallow in self-pity.
My father, a man I could never look up to as hard as I tried, drunk himself senseless every single hour of the day, the moments that he was sober was minimal. He probably fucked every slut in a 100 mile radius but his appetite was insatiable.
He turned to me to pleasure him. His daughter.
I wouldn't deem that I was perfect or life was okay for me because simply, the wall of imperfections was too high to be climbed – too thick to pound through the many layers that kept me in and tortured.
The only thing that held me, well keep me alive was because it was my mother's last wish on her dying hour after the fatal car accident that caused her life.
I remember how she pleased and begged for me to live on and try to persuade me that life would get better in the hoarse and weak voice that was slowly fading away like her heartbeat but the most ironic part was it was her who ran away because she could not stand her husband cheating on her any longer.
I want to be invisible – a shadow, a furniture, something that in contrast that would be barely noticed by mankind. My destiny seemed like a simply dark endless road that never ends somewhere where I try to find the light but it's too far to reach. I don't know what to do; I don't know what defines me.
That is the life of me, Evangeline Thorne Ambler.
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