A/N: Hiya everyone- just taking a break from Winter Waltz since the writing block as been.. Evil. I mean, I know what goes next its just… writing it and getting the flow. Anyways this kinda popped in my head after reading Chapter 62 of the manga.

After becoming Death Scythe, Soul is growing up. I needed to do something, to vision just how Soul would be like- when he's a proud daddy!

Just in time for Father's Day!

Yay for one shots!

ENJOY!

-Cerrdy

Dislaimer: I don't own Soul Eater….

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ROLE MODEL

Rated: M- for Soul's potty mouth and bloody scenes

Title: A Miracle named 'Angel'

Eyes of crimson, bore into the urethral lifeless white.

His breath, ragged and rough in his throat. Sweat, coated his exposed flesh, and matted his white, messy hair. His jaw tight and tensed. Every bone, every muscle, every fibre of his being, was overflowing with instincts. Bones ached from the onslaught of bruises. How many walls, exactly, had his body gone through?… He'd lost track. He felt his blood, trailing the length of his jaw, dripping onto his new, but now torn-to-shreds, leather jacket.

Really, it was only a week old.

Gritting his jagged, shark-like teeth, Soul Eater Evans knew what was in front of him. He could read it's blood lustful eyes; he knew exactly why it was here, and what it wanted.

And he'd be damned if he let that son of bitch get it.

He had obligations now.

He was a proud, and powerful, kick-freaking-ass, Death Scythe.

Not to mention, unbelievably cool.

The creature in front of him, a kishin-egg lost in the void of insanity, extended its long claws. The same claws that had torn Soul's jacket, and 'grazed' his abdominal muscles, only a few moments ago. Its long, reptilian tongue, fell out of its mouth, moistening it's blood drenched teeth- the ones that sunk in Soul's arm a moment ago.

Soul mirrored the demon's action. Only instead of having claws, Soul's arm transformed into a bad-ass blade. The blade was painted black, red jagged teeth on the blade's side; made for ripping and tearing into anything it made contact with. Bright, glistening silver trimmed the teeth's edges, making the blade as lethal, and dangerous as it seemed. It also made a excellent clean slice.

It was the last one. He ploughed through them all. Took off their limbs, bloodied the earth and destroyed their tainted, souls.

All thirty three of them.

Because that's what the coolest, bad-assed Death Scythe, would do.

And he was about to make it thirty-four.

As the kishin-egg charged, Soul did as well.

It was different now. If that demon killed him, and got what it wanted- No. It won't. It won't hurt them.

Because it was his duty…. It was his duty to protect his family.

But not just as Death Scythe…

…But as a father.

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"Maka! PUSH!"

Clamping her jaw shut, nearly crushing the enamel of her teeth, and using all the will power and strength, her body could muster- she pushed. And sweet Shinigami, did it ever hurt! In a gritted scream, she propped her lying body up, bearing all her body's weight on the palms on her hands. Spreading her legs, she hardened her shoulder muscles- begging for them to hold her up, just long enough to fight. She transferred all her strength to muscles to her thighs. Tears ran down her eyes as the intensity ran through her.

"Now breathe, Maka." Stein instructed as he had settled himself between her legs. " Remember what I told you?"

At first, it was awkward, having, not only one of your teachers, but a teacher who fancied dissecting every living thing, interacting with your nether regions- regions that you don't really want anyone to interact with.

She nodded erratically. Inhaling sharply before, puffing out short, but consistent breaths. She felt her cheeks inflate with air, before puffing them out like a fish. She must look awfully ridiculous.

Then again, she wouldn't have been in this predicament in the first place, if she hadn't have let her partner go playing in the …play pen.

No matter how amazing that 'playing' was.

'Push!" Stein commanded, again.

And she did. In another gritted scream, she transferred all her energy and will, again, to that one push.

When it happened, there was so much happiness- the pregnancy, not the playing part; although that too had some very favourable upside down, trips to Happyland.'- Everyone was so happy. Black Star and Kidd fought over the god parent role, since.. Well, you know, it had the 'God' title to it. But it was happy moments. That is to say, when her Papa found out… well that wasn't all happy. There were threats, and there was almost a fight to the death, if she hadn't had knocked them both into a coma- okay, so she spared Soul a little- But Soul was good. Amazing really. No matter what was thrown at him, he handled it. It made her, admire him more, and more. It made her see, just what kind of man he really was. And she more then pleased.

She honestly felt, like the luckiest woman on earth.

Even more, when she was made into a Evans.

Maka Evans.

But then, the word of her happiness had spread to other ears. The Kishin himself became aware, and one by one he sent out minions, to take both child and mother's life.

Things got.. Well they just got bad. Instead of risking their friends lives, Soul and Maka had to go into hiding until the baby was born. Everything felt okay then. Stein went with them, to check up on the child's health.

But they still found them.

And as fate would have it, as the Kishin sent a hoard of insanity-filled-monsters, Maka went into labour. While Stein dealt with that party-waiting to burst, Soul was out there, by himself.

Protecting them all.

And as she pushed again, against gritted teeth; she couldn't help but curse Soul's name under her breath.

"Goddamn you Soul! You better stay alive! You hear me!?"

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It's agile claws struck air as Soul ducked quickly, before impact. Sliding under the monster's grotesque form, dragging his body along the broken, rock pavement; Soul took out two of it's many legs.

Blood coated the pavement, as the creature roared in agony. Angry and sore, the kishin-egg monster's tail whisked in the air, slamming hard against the Death Scythes torso. Soul was sent flying through the air, before hitting, yet again, another wall. Grunting, Soul crumbled slightly as he lost his balance. Grimacing, he felt his shoulder unlock from it's socket.

That's not good.

His courage was slipping. Fear of watching that creature decimate his future, crawled into his vision. But he wouldn't let that happen. Closing his eyes for moment, he reached out his soul.

He heard her. He heard her desperate cries as she battled on.

His soul embraced her, being where he should be. He should be there, by her side, holding her hands and watching a miracle take place. A smile spread on his lips.

He wanted to see her glow, like she always did after a victorious battle.

He wanted to hold his new-born son and watch him grow.

Hearing the demon's roar, Soul opened his bloody eyes slowly. As the blurred creature came into focus, Soul's crimson eyes hardened.

And he would.

Charging, the demon roared again, bent on finishing the Death Scythe off. Minutes away from the impact of the giant monster, Soul straightened his body. Ignoring all the pain, he stretched out his bloody arms, before transforming.

Silver shimmered in the air, as the blades formed.

Nothing in this world was going to take that happiness from him.

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"Alright Maka! One more push!"

With a strangled cry, she reached her limit.

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The demon hit the building, smashing it into ruins, but the Death Scythe was not under it's rubble. Before it even had a chance to look up, Soul came down on top of it. With incredible force, Soul pinned the demon to the ground. Panting, Soul's scythe arm was impaled into the creature's long leather neck. The demon's lifeless eyes stared back into his. Blood pooled out it's mouth.

"The Angel of Death's spawn must not be born." Its disembodied voice ordered.

Soul narrowed his eyes, recognizing the disembodied voice not as the demon he had fought, but the one pulling the strings. So, the Kishin had been watching all this time. Before Soul could even open his mouth, a child's cry broke the silence.

A new born child's cry.

Looking at the bloodied demon, Soul trademark smirk spread across his lips. Baring his white fangs, Soul looked down at the demon.

"Too bad for you, shit-face, but you're a tad, too late."

Placing his lethal blade arms, on opposite sides of the demons neck; like a pair of scissors, Soul bore into its eyes- knowing he was staring right into the Kishin's eyes himself.

"Listen up, you Kishin bastard- I've got a message for you." He brought his face up close, dangerous and menacing.

"You will never, NEVER, fucking harm, or threaten my wife, and child, ever again! You hear me?! Because, so help me god, I'll hunt you down and I'll rip you to fucking pieces, just like I just did, with your army of insanity."

Emphasizing his statement, Soul pulled out his arms, severing the demon's head completely. The Demon's body glowed black, before decomposing into black smoke. In the center of the body glowed a red, tainted soul.

"And F.Y.I, that 'spawn' is my son, you fucked up piece of shit."

Arms transformed back into their bloody flesh, Soul grinned, turning to the building behind him, where the sounds of baby crying, echoed into the blood spilt night.

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Although she was tired at sore, Maka could not help but allow the smile to spread to her lips, as she stared amazingly at the bundle in her arms. She almost had to stare down at her child, in disbelief, wondering, how such a beautiful creature, had just came from her body. Well, more like ripped through her body, but that not the point anymore. The pain was gone, and she was holding everything she fought for in her arms. Her glorious baby.

Her baby.

It wasn't a dream anymore. Or a fleeting fantasy. She was a mother now. She bit her bottom lip, with nervous joy.

Soul stopped at the doorway, soaking in the sight in front of him. She was glowing with such pride, such joy, that Soul had to resist the urge to run over to her, and ravish her. As her eyes fluttered close, she leaned in and kissed their child's bare head.

Their child.

Soul felt butterflies creep into his belly. Or it could be his muscles just didn't want him to stand anymore- but he didn't care. He just wanted to watch her, in all her glory.

As her long lashes, fluttered open, her glowing, emerald gaze turned to him.

"You want me to look at your wounds?" Stein voiced in, almost exasperatedly tired, as if he'd be the one fighting the battle. Soul smiled softly, closing his eyes.

"Nah." He grinned feeling Maka's scrutinizing gaze on him. " I just want to hold my son."

"Your daughter, you mean."

That caught his attention. Soul looked at Stein with amazement. Stein smiled, as he placed his glasses, on his aging face. Stein grey gaze seemed to be soaking in the wonderful joy around him.

"Yes." He grinned. " You are the proud father of healthy baby girl. Congratulations."

Blinking Soul looked back over to Maka, who, although disapproved her husbands decision to not get medical attention, she tearfully smiled up at him.

Closing the distance between then, Soul leaned down and captured Maka's lips. As he pulled away, Soul looked down at his new born, daughter. And just as Maka had, Soul's eyes glowed with such pride and astonishment.

"She beautiful, isn't she Soul?' Maka whispered softly to her husband. Soul's hands had found Maka's. Bring her knuckles to his lips, he pecked them gingerly.

"Like mother, like daughter." He whispered huskily.

Resting his forehead against hers, he watched her cheeks redden, but the smile never left her lips.

"Kinda a waste of time with all the boy names, eh?" He added, smiling lovingly at her, as his calloused knuckles brushed tenderly against his little daughters round cheeks. Maka rolled her tired eyes.

"Well if someone wasn't so assured it was a boy, we would have looked into more girl names."

"I liked the first one." Soul whispered, as he reached out, begging to hold her. Maka passed the bundle gently into Soul's arms. She watched Soul cradle the bundle in his arms protectively. His crimson eyes, never left the child's face.

"Angelina?" Maka whispered, after remembering the rainy day, they had spent in each others arm, naming every name possible.

'Yeah." Soul answered. " Angelina. Angelina Evans" He smiled, cradling her in one arm, as his free hand, pulled gently, at the soft blanket around her face. He watched in amazement as the tiny child opened her blue eyes, and reached her tiny, but chubby hands out to grasp her father's large calloused finger.

Chuckling softly, his eyes softly stared down into hers. Angelina blinked before reaching her hands out again, her gaze fixed on her father's white hair. Soul brought his face to hers as her tiny fingers, explored his, as he kissed his baby girl's forehead.

This was it. This was his happiness. What he had been searching for, all his life. Marrying Maka, his most beloved and beautiful woman, of his life and then having her…

His baby girl.

"Soul…" Stein started, as Soul ignored him. " You might want me to take a look at your wounds. You're bleeding all over the place…"

Daddy's little Angel.

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A/N: I don't know about you.. But somehow… Soul as daddy, just makes him so much more irresistible! That's not to say he wasn't in first place. *wink*

NEXT ONE SHOT! Unable to go through another sleepless night, Soul finds away to keep his daughter from crying- he plays her a Lullaby.

I've started Chapter 9 of Winter Waltz- So be patient!

Read and Review!

-Cerrdy