They wander with a purpose through the halls, Soul occasionally telling her to move left or stick to the walls. It was becoming more and more evident to Maka of that spark in Soul's scarlet eyes. The little detail giving her a feeling he wasn't navigating off of only memory. Something was guiding him, something connected so deeply within him he probably hasn't even noticed. So when she managed to pull a conversation up quietly she mixed in what he was seeing, only for him to be living in a completely different picture.

"The walls are chiseled from floor to the arch ceiling in Latin. Sometimes if I mindlessly glance I can see the letters glow, my imagination always kicked in so much on this mountain." He states in reply to her mindlessly asking about the corridor.

She stops walking.

"Soul, what's being said on the walls?"

"They're like map directions. If you want to head to the heart of the mountain it tells you here..." he points to a spot on the wall, "Or if you want to go to the cave spring you go here. You should be able to read it, the words are simple, no irregularities." He also pauses his movements while saying this, and turns to Maka a little bit behind him noticing a strange look on her face.

"Soul... You do know that I'm looking at a barren wall with no writing on it what so ever?"

He stopped mid-step.

She looked as a face of deep confusion, a priceless look plastered to his face as he reaches outward and touches the wall lightly. In truth he just watched his hand slip right though the word "Domi" on the wall. He was seeing things? Since when? The writings on the walls were always there. It began to dawn on Maka there in Soul's mind something was allowing him to see this. Almost like her Soul perception, only he could see enchanted words of an ancient World.

"Soul I think your genes do 'lot more than Scythe form, you have something like my soul perception-"

" 'Cept with ruins..."

He runs his hand along the dusty wall, his fingers sensing every nick of the stone, an intense look following his own hand before it moved over to Maka. It was then when she noticed his expression-his facial features the same ones she's known all her life yet they all of a sudden stuck out to her again like her first time drinking in his unique appearance. It was almost as a mystical aura surrounded him within the ruins, and as he abruptly turned sharp on his heel and started walking down the corridor she followed dazed by his sudden change.

He said not a word as she voiced out random quiet questions-yet not once did his failure to answer her confusion make her question the trust between them. He would never lead her some place that would harm her, or if he absolutely had to, he still would protect her with his life. Soul was being awfully unusual, his posture straight, and he walked with a large step, that she would even dare to say had a sense of a graceful sway. Soul Eater Evans being mother fuckin' graceful.

It was obvious at this point, that Soul was far more special than the legend intends. As they round a corner and the room opens up into a massive dome, he pulls her close to him. She couldn't sense a single thing,

Until he created a quiet resonance link between them.

Not only was she hit with an overwhelming wavelength of witch souls, but she felt Soul with an overwhelming wavelength in his as well. And ancient wavelength that runs deeper into his soul than even the black blood. Yet as she feels it she feels a comfort about the presence, realizing always presided in him and she knew how to use that wavelength like the back of her hand.

Oh, but that black piano centered in the middle of his soul was a lot more than just his passion.

It was his heritage and that one rare gene he held, music was his life-quite literally in a sense. She could feel that piano being something much more within the walls. It was far more ancient than it always looked. The once scratch-free black gloss shine of the instrument now engraved with illuminating designs, ones of latin and intricate pictures. They told a story, past down silently from a gifted musician to the next, until one actually knew how to play the paradox, and hopefully when it was needed most.

However just because you know how doesn't mean you actually can.

He took one step within a dome room that the corridor opened up to and a wind whisked her pigtails in an instant, the witch wavelength went from idle to active in a split second. Not a thing stirred within the room, in fact, the dome was empty with nothing but places where eternal torches mounted the walls and chiseled Latin glowed an eerie magenta. Soul's soul visibly shown along with hers Before she felt the link between them lace with pain, and for him to drop. Within an instant she flew toward her fallen comrade and dragged him back into the hallway.

"Soul? Soul are you there?! Can you hear me?!" He was out cold. She clutched onto him, sensing his vitals while maintaining a tight hug. The resonance link was never lost, still standing but as she tried to venture into his mind, it was dark and empty. Her panic slowly rose until she was struck with something-

A melody of something she always wished to hear again hit her ears. Whipping her head around to the room they were just in stood a piano that was not there before. The same one from Soul's mind, the black room, still glowing an ancient power, and playing on its own. Before she blinked she could have swore she saw outlines of a figure playing, but staring at it now the keys fell down and struck notes flawlessly all on their own. A voice echoing in her mind,

"This is who I am."

She blinked again, the piano was gone.

Another wind hit her and somehow it knocked her out cold, on the floor with her best friend clutched in her arms.

When she woke up once again she was being carried. She smelled the air before she even opened her eyes to detect who was her carrier. She smelled spices and dust. Soul, and tunnels. They were still in the ruins. She murmurs his name and he hushes her softly. He speaks to her that they need to return to the house, he can't do what he has to do yet. She nods, and then tries to set herself down to start walking herself now that she's conscious. However he refuses to set her down, instead gripping her tighter.

"Is something wrong? Let me go, Soul."

"I don't want to let go of you, not while we're here. This place can pull our souls out of our bodies again if one wrong step is made. I made them angry, but the kishin should be fleeing outside." He whispers.

"Pull our souls out?" She also questions while whispering, sensing him being cautious.

"Instead of a magnetic barrier around this place, the inner chambers are sealed with runes that wind you and cause you to pass-out, while it does so your soul is pulled from your body and you're free to navigate that way it seems. The room changes when you're in that state, they personalize. That's all I know Pulchra."

He replies just before he makes it outside, and wordlessly they switched to flying; heading in the direction of his home. She felt the need to tell him that she swore saw him in that dome room with a piano, and that the piano image lasted longer than the outline. Maka goes silent in confusion as she feels his wavelength turn over and twist about, the emotions unreadable telling her what she just told him might be of some relevance to him. He might understand or make sense of it even as she has no idea what it could possibly mean, especially as he then questions if she was using soul perception or not.

"No, why?" She questions.

Soul's wavelength wavers briefly, she swore she felt shock before he calmed it immediately and continued flying. "Curiosity." What a bullshit response, but she didn't question further. He was onto something, in a land where she wasn't quite sure she could be of use.

They landed back in the living room by the grand shattered window they left from. The family was still about, busy on cleanup and there were kishin souls and jack o' lanterns everywhere, warning others to stay away.

Maka's feet gracefully touch the floor and Soul instantly transforms to human form mid-step, strolling forward and calling out to his family to state that there should be a temporary relief of monsters, three days at most. Cue the bombardment of questions regarding everything having to do with his world.

Since when could humans be weapons?

Since when could he be a weapon?

Witches are real?

The Grim Reaper is existent and your old school's principle?

He has a kid?

Did Maka ever murder a human with him?

Has he ever felt Maka's panties wet from riding his shaft while flying?

Soul flings a random book on a nearby coffee table to the head of Wes as he asks the last question. An adopted habit from guess who, as he presumed that mindset of Wes was also picked up from his little cat girlfriend. All questions are answered and then some as Blair and Kidd return from battles, reporting that all kishin have fled the mount for now. Finally, it was his turn to ask questions.

"Ma, I'm going to need for you to think of a musical piece or tune that our family has passed down. Do you know of any off the top of your head?"

"Why?"

"The ruins have musical passwords, you have to play notes in a certain fashion to get the dome room we found to open up to the next area."

"Help me,"

The matron gestures to the six columns supporting the large living room enclosure.

"Rip the wallpaper, drywall, what ever is covering these pillars off. All of them down to the stone as high as you can reach."

Many begin to claw and chip parts of the pillars apart, revealing large marble columns underneath. These were any ordinary roman columns tough, they all were engraved. The mother begins to speak Latin,

"Each head of this house has been told to safeguard these pillars if it's the last thing they do. I could let the entire house burst into flames but these pillars have always been sworn sacred and it has not been specified to why. However I always thought they were maps, or something that could be decoded, maybe they are of use to you son."

"Soul what do you see?" Maka asks in English, as his face goes blank while staring at one.

"Maka I'm seeing things again, but I can't read them, they move and there are characters I can't recognize, they maybe be pictures or mean something else. There's a lot of them."

The rest of the people in the room gain a confused look towards him as he stares dumbfounded at a single pillar. Without much notice nor resonance thought to why he suddenly plummets to the ground;the second time today for Maka. She mumbles out a, "Goddamnit not again..." As other rush to a passed out brethren's side. His mother comments the evening has been quite eventful, but everyone should get rest and commands the boys to return Soul to his room also turning to Maka to request,

"Miss Maka, would you be so kind as to prepare Soul for bed if it isn't too much of a task for you?"

Maka blinks. Once. Twice. Blood rushes to her face but she nods and swiftly turns towards the hallway for bedrooms and follows behind Soul's carriers. As soon as he is set down on the bed she is immediately left alone with him, his brother Wes winking at her while closing the door. She turns to the unconscious partner in front of her, and it has been made apparent to why Wes winked. There was a fresh pair of sleeping pants sitting beside him. She was expected to change him. "Oh shinigami..." She mumbles to herself as she gets into her own night wear. She mumbles it again when she pulls down the waistband of his current dusted sleepwear a centimeter only to realize Soul isn't wearing anything underneath.

Blush ever present as she narrows her eyes, takes a deep breath, looks away and pulls down the sweats. She fully peels it off before feeling around on the bed for the other pair. Sucessfully managing to get both feet all the way in each pantleg before proceeding to half feel up half pull up the waistband by the sides. She got to his upper thighs, sniffled, another deep breath and moved her hands to the front of the waistband, lifted up high and confined to pull up; smoothly avoiding his junk in the process.

Her task was complete.

She looked at her work only to see arms folded behind his head and a smirk on his face. The stupid smirk grew and he raised his eyebrows only for a moment.

"Soul how long have you been conscious?"

"Long enough."

He wouldn't wipe the smug look off of his face. She repeats her question,

"How long?"

"Long enough to have dressed myself, however was curious as to what you would do."

She whips out a book in prep for a Maka-chop but he yanks her down on top of him immediately, grabs the book and flings it at the light switch instead. She squeaks because he's never done either of those things; bypass a Maka-chop with reflexes better than hers nor start a cuddling session so god damn smoothly. Both knew the other wouldn't move. She was frozen processing what just happened as his hands creep onto her waist.

Has he always been able to do that?

Why has he never done that sooner?

This place, his home, something about it must be affecting him. Strengthening him. She also comes to the conclusion that this mountain is making her weak in the knees by the same power whenever near him. Her head collapses into the nape of his neck, and she can't see but he grins victoriously to the ceiling. Maka slides her body half way off of him and without words both hug each other, pulling their bodies together and holy shit neither have ever felt so comfy before.

So warm.

Her body and soul felt bonded to him. He could feel their wavelengths molding closer together. Maybe because this time they don't have any excuses. They don't have any words for the moment. If one asked why the other wouldn't know how to respond, but that's alright because their eyelids are far too heavy to care and it's not long before one starts to snore. Another snore follows soon after, softer, quieter.

I live, I am alive! I also breathe life into this story again! Two years of no updates is pathetic, I'm sorry, I updated the Latin 'n stuff now because I have now taken it for a few years and can read/write it without the aid of Google Translate. Title went from Pulchra to Pulchra, cause Maka is a female. Yes, I have no idea where the fuck I'm going with this but it shall be interesting aka involve nudity and magical stuff!

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