A/N: I did a thing. A terrible thing. A truly awful thing. After watching Hansel and Gretel for the first time, and seeing all this shippy shit all over tumblr, this idea came to me unbidden, refusing to die, so I decided to get it out so it would leave me the fuck alone. Thus I give you a short (and disturbing) Hansel and Gretel SoMA AU. I actually wrote this months ago and forgot to post it here-oops. As should be obvious, Hansel and Gretel, Forbidden Love, and Soul Eater all belong to others.

Just one kiss on my lips
Was all it took to seal the future
Just one look from your eyes
Was like a certain kind of torture

"Wait!" she rasped as his hands pulled harder on the chain, causing it to tighten around her misshapen neck, choking the life out of her. "If..you… kill me…you will never… know the… truth!"

"Ain't no truth I need to hear from a fucking witch," Soul spat back.

"Even…if it…involves…your… sister?"

He loosened the chain the slightest bit almost reflexively.

"What the fuck do you know about my sister?"

"Only…this. That she isn't… your sister… at all."

"Fuck you!" He tightened the chain again.

"It's…true. But I…am…your…aunt."

"WHAT?" He roared. This bitch was too much and he'd had more than enough. He kicked her in the stomach to knock the breath out of her, but she just laughed.

"It's…true!" She seemed genuinely amused. "Your true…mother…was my…sister."

"What the fuck are you saying? That doesn't even make sense." Yet he had loosened the chain, giving her just enough air to let her speak. He should just kill her, but something in him clenched, forcing his hand. If his sister wasn't his sister… if…

"Did you…never wonder…why you look so strange… child?"

"Fuck you."

"You like that word…don't you…? Must be…your paternal…blood."

"'Da fuck does that even mean? Look, witch, you are trying my patience. If my Mom was a fuckin' witch, who the fuck raised me? And why would my Dad get with your ugly assed sister anyway?"

"Oh…child…!" she was laughing again. "The whore…who raised you…the dirty human lover…was a white…witch. She killed my sister, your mother. Killed her, and took…pity on the…monster child she found in her…lair…. You. " The smile that spread across her hideous face gleamed with wicked intent.

"So you're saying my mom…Maka's mom…" he shook his head, confused. "Killed my…your sister? And that this white witch took me and what, raised me?"

"Exactly. She was… pregnant at the time… and you were so young, but an infant… yourself. You would not…remember. But I…do. "

"Sounds like a load of shit. Even if some witch were my real mother, wouldn't explain shit about how I look. You're makin' shit up, hopin' I'll let you live but—"

"There's more." The wicked smile widened.

"Of course," he rolled his eyes. "Isn't there always?" Yet he had loosed the chain further, imperceptibly, just enough to let her finish without gasping so frequently.

"Oh, but this is the best part…" she wheezed out. "My sister, she was…mad for power. She…summoned a demon. She meant…to make a deal, to have…the demon grant her strength. But she…couldn't control it… The Incubus had…its way with her. When…it then returned to hell, she was…with child. You, my boy. Yet she…thought you would be her…ticket to increase her….power. She planned… to raise you up, half witch…half demon…to know true strength. Only, the…white witch…robbed her of that…glory. Of seeing you reach…your true potential. But…I could…help you reach it, boy…and we could—"

She couldn't finish as he burst out laughing, almost uncontrollably, struggling to keep hold of the chain, to keep it tight enough to secure her. This lasted several moments before he finally gulped in air and tried to speak.

"W…wait…" he gasped out, shaking his head. "Y…you're tryin' ta tell me, that my Mom was a witch who fucked a demon, who was… my dad…and that that's why I look like a fuckin' freak? Oh, fuck, lady, I've heard some good ones, I really have, but that one ices the god damned cake."

"It's the truth," she rasped, her gaze on him level even through her haze of pain.

"Whatever," he shrugged. "This is fuckin' done—"

"You struggle with madness," she interrupted. "With an inner voice that pushes you to do things. And sometimes… when the madness overtakes you… when you bleed, you bleed… black."

"Fuck…" he just stared. He wanted to punch her, to punch the knowing look off her face. How the fuck did she know? How the fuck did she know what only his sister knew?

"You are wondering…. How I could know such a thing. I know… because that is common to half-breeds like… you. Half demons… struggle…. with their demon… blood… the black… blood. Yet, it… is that very… blood that makes them… strong."

He was shaking his head again. None of this made sense. None of it. And yet, at the same time…

"Why would she take me in?"

"What…?" The witch rasped out.

"If I'm such a monster. Why would my mother… the white witch… why would she take me in?"

The witch managed a half shrug even bound as she was by the chains.

"Who… can say? She must… have believed… she could control you."

Somehow, Soul doubted that. His mother—the one who had raised him—she had been a good person. She must have known that he could be saved. He was pretty sure that shehad saved him at first, before she'd disappeared along with their father. Ultimately, though, it was Maka who had saved him from himself; it had always been Maka who had his whole heart and soul, who had all of him, who made him want to be good enough.

"I've heard enough." He was calm now as he tightened the chain and let her rasp out her last breaths, this witch who claimed kinship with him. Somewhere inside him, deep and raw, he knew it for truth and it frightened him. But it was something he could deal with later. For now… for now… he needed to find his sister.

He took down her foul carcass, shoving it in the oven to burn it, and was about to leave when the door slammed open and there she was.

"Soul!" she screamed, running to him, taking him up in a full body embrace. She was shaking her head against him, the tears soaking his shirt. An instant later, her hands were on his face as his hands were on her face, their eyes locked. "Soul, I thought you…"

"I'm okay," he smiled weakly, overwhelmed as he touched her, so glad, so very glad, she was safe as well. If he lost her, if he lost her…. He lost everything.

She isn't your sister.

The words leapt to his mind, unbidden. The witch's words, and the truth of them, took him so suddenly, so forcefully, that he couldn't breathe, couldn't even think. How often had he thought of her, looked at her, dreamt of her, in ways that no brother should ever consider his sister? All of him, all of him, was hers, it had always, always been hers. He had thought he was broken, wrong, had forced every feeling down because how could he feel this way? It was madness, utter madness. And yet…

She isn't your sister. She isn't your sister. She isn't your sister. The mantra repeated as he looked at her, her green eyes so wide, so beautiful as they shined with her tears, tears forhim. She isn't your sister. It wasn't madness. It didn't have to be madness. She isn't your sister. She was searching his eyes, looking confused. His thumb stroked her cheek softly as they still held each other's faces in their hands.

"Soul?" she breathed, her eyes warm with concern. He couldn't help it. He had held it back for so long, and he had been so afraid, and she was so warm and he loved her so much and and… She isn't your sister….

He leaned in and kissed her, kissed those soft, yielding lips that had haunted his dreams for so long, those lips so forbidden, so inviting. She gasped against his mouth, froze, then for a few moments, her mouth moved against his and she kissed him back. It was the best few moments of his life. Then she pushed against him, pushed him away. She was backing up slowly, shaking her head.

"Soul…we can't… we…"

"Maka… you're not… I'm not… we're not…I mean… we can…"

She was still shaking her head and backed up further as he tried to move closer again, reaching for her.

"No…" she whispered.

"But… you're not my sister." Her eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed in fury as she reached behind her.

"Maka…CHOP!" she screamed, and the book connected with his head with a force that it had never before held, sending him sprawling, his consciousness rapidly slipping away.

"It's for your own good," came her voice from somewhere above him. Fuck. He would have to sort this out, they would have to sort this out, when he woke up. He could explain and then maybe… maybe… god, she had to feel the same way, didn't she? Then again, maybe she didn't.

As his thoughts finally faded into darkness, he couldn't help but to wonder what type of sick perv would fall in love his own sister.