Only With You, We'd Make It Through Chapter 9: Day 7: Goodbye- Only You, a soul eater fanfic

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Summary:

The hair on his arms and neck rose once again as the cold air whipped around him with the same soft whisper of a voice he longed to hear that could only belong to one person alone.

Goodbye…

Soul…

"Maka?!" he exclaimed, grasping the pale hand of his former meister's with his left hand whilst leading it to his left cheek. The warmth was still there, faintly present in the palm of her stiff hand. He twined his fingers through hers with the back of her palm to his ear, searching for a pulse, or even that voice he longed to hear for the past several days.

To his dismay, there was no response after that, no echo that would back up his wistful hope of hearing his partner's soft, chime voice. It was neglected as an imagination of his incoherence, as hot tears continued to trickle down his heated face.

He continued holding Maka's left hand to his cheek, while the other held her shoulder, pressing her stiff body to his chest as he continued to weep mutely with uncontrollable, searing tears.

He knew he had to let her go and move on with his life. He knew Lord Death will assign him a new meister, someone who would probably treat him right and would never consider slamming a book to his head when he did something stupid. Yeah, they would treat him like the proper Prince that he was entitled, but their genuine honesty is nothing in comparison with Maka's.

He should be leaving now, turning off the flat line of her inactive heart rate, and reporting to Lord Death that Maka had passed on. He should be heading home, sleeping in his own bed, but he doesn't. He remains standing, clutching her to him, desperately holding on to the fading warmth from the palm of her hand, as if he were providing the warmth in her stead.

He shivers for a moment and glances to the window, pondering where the cold draft had came from, but finds it tightly shut as always. Before he could consider the temperature of the room, goose bumps trail up his arms, to his neck, and finally down his spine. His eyes strain into the darkness, searching for the source that's causing him to react this way, ready to attack if in the face of danger, but the only people present within the medical wing are he and his former meister.

The hair on his arms and neck rose once again as the cold air whipped around him with the same soft whisper of a voice he longed to hear that could only belong to one person alone.

Goodbye…

"Daddy…Daddy…Daddy…"

"Huh…?" he grumbled absentmindedly, his mind set elsewhere.

"Daddy," the young child crawled on to her father's chest, demanding his attention with authority. "Daddy, wake up! Mama is coming home today, right?"

The albino young man groaned as he stretched on his back, followed by tucking his four year old daughter under his left arm, supporting her weight by the secure grip around her petite waist. She screeched with chiming delight as she stared at her arms and legs dangling three feet off the ground.

The young man chuckled before gently tossing her on the queen size bed. He watched with amusement as his snow haired daughter rolled across the mattress before scrambling towards him and plopped on her bottom.

"Sometimes, you're more like a puppy than a child, Faith," her father commented.

The young girl smiled, proudly flashing the same sharp razor teeth that she inherited from her father as she exclaims, "A cute puppy!"

Her father chuckles, but the laughter doesn't reach his eyes. The young girl craned her neck to the left, noting her father's unhappy behavior with sharp observation. "Daddy, why are you sad?"

The albino shrugged indifferently as one hand made its way to the back of his head out of habit. "It's nothing, sweetie."

"Did you have a nightmare, too?"

Soul turned around, facing his daughter's frowning face. He smiled softly for her genuine concern and gently ruffled her bobbed white hair. "It's just a bad dream, Faith. It's not real."

It was more than that, actually, it was a vision of the past. He would never share this horrible experience with his daughter and he was aware that she will learn about it on her own, and that she will face a similar fate one day. For now, he wanted to protect her innocence as much as he can.

His daughter continued to pout, unwilling to buy his story, but she didn't press for the answer. She continued to stare at her father's ruby eyes with idling inquiry.

"Faith, go get ready before your Aunt Tsubaki shows up. You want to look nice for Mama, don't you?"

That hooked the young girl's attention right away and with her mercurial split personality, her frown transformed into a radiant smile. "Okay!" With her arms outstretched to her father, he lifted her off the bed and gently guided her to the floor. With one final smile, the young girl scampered out of the bedroom and into hers.

With his daughter finally out of the room, his somber mood returned along with flashbacks of the nightmare. It had been an awfully long time since he dreamed of something so horrendous, let alone a vision. Little ogre still existed within him, dormant for the most part, his offer forever lingered. Soul has never accepted the term until situations had taken a drastic turn during missions with his current meister, but for the most part, he continued to rely on his own strength rather than the black blood.

"Daddy!" his daughter's voice echoed down the narrowed hallway, "Aunt Tsu-tsu!?"

"I'm coming, sweetie. Let Daddy open the door." Soul made a beeline to the front door while his daughter hid behind him, her arms wrapped securely behind her father's leg.

A tall woman with peach skin smiled kindly before greeting Soul with a muffled giggle. "Did you have another nap again, Soul?"

Soul returned the gesture with his own chuckle as he allowed her in, "Huh, what gave it away?"

Tsubaki gestured at her head with a polite smile.

"Auntie!" the young child screamed affectionately. Tsubaki turned her attention to the child before scooping her up in her arms.

"Hello, Faith. How are you, my dear?" Tsubaki greeted.

"Good, Auntie! Today Daddy and I watched a movie with talking animals, but then he fell asleep," she pouted.

Tsubaki giggled softly as she smoothed out the young girl's messy hair. "That sounds like a lot of fun. I wish I could watch a movie with you sometimes."

"Next time! Promise?" she hooked a small pinky towards her.

With a gentle smile, Tsubaki hooked her slender pinky with hers, "Promise."

Soul watched the exchange with admiration of the tall female's unconditional love for his child. "Hey Tsubaki, we're gonna go on an errand, do you wanna join us?"

"Auntie, say yes! Say yes!" the energetic child encouraged.

"Well if, Faith insists," she chuckled.

"Great," Soul nodded approvingly, "I heard Liz was throwing a grand welcoming party at Kid's place tonight."

Tsubaki nodded enthusiastically, "Mhmm. I got the invite as well. I think it's a wonderful idea to welcome back our meisters after a rigorous training."

"Yeah, it's pretty thoughtful of her to invite all of us for another party. Things sure have quieted down since Black*Star's absence."

"Agreed," Tsubaki answered, "It's kind of lonesome at home without him around, but it can't be helped."

"Yeah," Soul nodded melancholy.

Sensing that the atmosphere had shifted to seriousness, Tsubaki gently brought the albino child to the ground and requested Faith to show her how to dress up properly. With an excited squeal, Faith raced back to her room with a pleasing motivation. After hearing the energetic slam of her door, Tsubaki returned her attention to her comrade.

"Soul, how are you, really? You know your wife is very worried about you these days, especially when she's away."

Soul ruffled the back of his head with one hand while the other tucked into the pockets of his worn out jeans. "Honestly, I'm unsure." Tsubaki offered an encouraging smile, urging him to continue if he wished. "It's nothing serious, Tsubaki, but thanks for your concern. I appreciate it."

Tsubaki nodded, accepting his answer even if it were a white lie. She knew Soul would resolve his conflict eventually, hopefully with his wife's assistance. As if he were reading her mind, Soul reassured the dark blade, "I'll tell her, don't worry." That alone won her confidence in him.

Moments later, Faith skipped her way back to the waiting adults, pausing to twirl her accomplishment for slipping into a white sundress with ease. After impressed praises and compliments, the trio departed the Evans household.

"Finally you showed up," a tall brunette greeted behind a pair of white, luxurious French doors. "For a moment I thought you guys would never come."

Soul chuckled as he held the door open for Tsubaki, who returned a polite gratitude before closing the door behind him. "Well, ya know what they say, Liz. An Evans gotta keep their grand entrance," Soul flashed his best, dangerous, charming grin, challenging Liz into a game of poker face.

"Well played, Soul, well played," Liz replied evenly as she made her way to the living room couch, fighting back the urge to grin at his witty excuse and failing miserably.

From behind, an over bubbly fair-haired young woman poked her head besides the host's side, giggling into her palm before greeting with a loud, "HI YA!"

"Aunt Patty!" the young albino screamed from behind her father's legs.

"Faith!" Patty returned with jubilee as she jumped over the couch like a graceful gazelle. She and the child ran towards each other in a way that reminded their audience of a dramatic, slow moving prance across an imaginary field of blooming flowers.

"Aunt Patty!"

"Faith!"

"Aunt Patty!"

"Faith!"

"Aunt Pat-"

"Just get on with it," Liz interrupted, causing the duo to return in their normal speed, meeting one another quickly in the center of their short distance. Faith leaped into Patty's arms, overjoyed with their reunion. Even after a year's separation, Faith had not forgotten her adolescent aunt.

Soul met Liz's and Tsubaki's eyes with a blank expression before all three broke into guffaws, each formulating a single thought revolving around Patty's unchanged behavior. She had become more beautiful every passing year, growing more into a mature, attractive young woman such as her sister. Her face had outgrown its childish features, with strong cheekbones, a well defined nose, full, luscious lips, and a slim body with deadly curves that would have any man begging on their knees. It was no wonder she was pursued with endless courtships throughout her travels around the world.

"It's great to see you again, Patty," Soul acknowledged, "How's your adventure so far? Found anyone to tie down yet?"

Patty shook her head rigorously, "Nope! I just liked to travel! I have to tell Black*Star about all the foods I ate! They're tasty!"

Liz smiled approvingly as she pat her younger sibling's head, "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Mhmm!" Patty agreed, "But I'm done now. I want to stay with my sis and Kid again!"

"You visited every place on Earth already?" Tsubaki inquired, amazed by how fast her travel had been.

Patty shook her head, stating, "Nope. I just missed being around my sis and Kid." With one hand supporting Faith and the other outstretched to her older sister, Patty gestured for a one arm embrace. With tears prickling her eyes, Liz happily obliged, wailing how much she had missed her sister during Kid's departures. She still had yet to adjust to loneliness.

"I'm glad you're back, Patty," Liz sniffled, "don't leave your big sister again, okay?"

"Okie-dokie!" Patty chimed before releasing her crying sister and offering little Faith to Liz.

"Hey, little princess," Liz cooed as she cradled the young girl in her arms. Faith Evans smiled at the familiar nickname, meeting her aunt's blue eyes with her own ruby orbs. She carefully rubbed off the tears formulating at the edges of her carrier's eyes, who in returned with a touched smile.

"Auntie, I'm hungry," she whined.

"Okay, let's go to the kitchen and see what we can do about mister grumbles," she replied playfully, carrying off the little girl towards a pair of elegant, obsidian, polished doors.

"Precious, isn't she?" Tsubaki commented heart struck by the child's natural charisma.

"Mhmm!" Patty agreed whole heartedly.

"She's definitely a lot like her mother," Soul commented, "well, inverted."

"Her communication is really impressive for a four year old," Tsubaki noted.

"It's her mother's influence. I try to keep her out of the house more often. It's not healthy to keep kids indoors and have mushrooms sprouted from their head."

Tsubaki and Patty shared an amused chuckle before glancing at the clock.

"By chance, do you guys know what time our meisters should be arriving?" Tsubaki questioned.

Soul shook his head and shrugged, shifting his attention to the blond sibling of their host. "It should be at eight."

"Then we better get moving," Tsubaki suggested, "it's ten minutes until eight."

"Shit!" Soul exclaimed, "I'd better get the food out of the trunk right now."

"Do you need help?" Patty offered.

"Sure thing," Soul replied thankfully, leading the duo back to the front entrance, "you know how Black*Star's appetite is like when he comes back after a long mission."

Tsubaki giggled, "I made all his favorites. Surely, he'll be very happy."

"I'm sure he'll love every one of them. He is your husband after all, Tsubaki," Soul added as he fished out his keys and opened the trunk. "I just hope he doesn't show up early as usual, or else this surprise arrangement will be a complete failure."

"Why don't you stay a bit longer, guys? After all we just arrived."

"At eight o'clock as usual, Kid. Damn you and your stupid OCD."

"Hey, I'm trying to accept change, okay?"

"Guys, drop it."

Three pairs of steps echoed across the paste colored tiles as the owner of the home felt across the wall, searching for the light switch.

"Why don't you just call out to Liz, Kid? She should be home, right?"

"She may be sleeping, Black*Star. It's best not to wake up a sleeping woman."

"She's right, Black*Star, women do have a tendency to be pretty violent when they don't receive their beauty sleeps. I don't want to be the end receiving it."

The weapons muffled their laughter with a hand to their mouth as they eavesdropped on their partners' conversation.

"Kid, where the hell is your light switch?"

"It should be right around… ah, here."

With an instant flick of his finger, the mansion alit, followed by a frenzy jump from their weapons as they screamed out in unison, "Surprise! Welcome home!"

"My word," Death the Kid gasped at the large banner and decorations, "it's utterly and beautifully symmetrical!"

"Do you like it, Kid?" Liz inquired, "I got a little help from a special friend of ours."

"And who might that special friend be, Liz?"

"ME! Silly!" Patty pounced on her former partner from behind.

"Patty!" Black*Star exclaimed as he approached her, "Hey! How are ya? How was traveling the world? Did you get any souvenirs for your favorite god?"

"Haha! Nope!" Patty exclaimed, "But I gotta tell you about all the food I ate! I wish you were there to taste them! They're really, really good!"

As the two conversed, Faith made a beeline straight to her mother with excited, open arms. "Mama!" she cried out, "Mama!"

The young woman sat on her knees as she held her arms open to her daughter for a loving embrace. "Faith! Oh, I've missed you so much."

"Me too, Mama," Faith mumbled as she wrapped her arms around her mother's neck.

Soul appreciated the exchange from a distance, giving time for the reunited mother and child to have their moment before cutting in. He watched as Faith tapped her mother's cheek for attention, before cupping a whisper to her mother's ear. The woman responded with a worried look in her dark eyes as she stared at the smooth tiled floors with firm concentration before meeting her husband's ruby orbs with concern and inquiry mixed together. "I see," she responded followed by an audible voice for her audience, "Faith, how about you help your Aunt Tsubaki and Aunt Liz with dinner? I'm sure they'll need one more helper." With an obedient nod, Faith skipped towards her two aunts and took their hands as they made their way to the kitchen. Kid and Black*Star followed suit, whilst conversing with Patty's accounted travels.

Without needing to ask about their short conversation, Soul approached his wife, offering a hand to help her up. She took it appreciatively before meeting his eyes once more. "Soul, do you mind telling me about it?"

"Do I have any choice?" Soul bantered, but his wife responded with a disapproving glare. "It's nothing bad, just the usual nightmares I used to have."

"That little ogre again?"

Soul didn't respond.

"He's still pestering you with that bargain of his? He sure is stubborn."

"Well he is a part of me after all," Soul grumbled.

"What's the real story, Soul?"

"It's nothing, really. Besides it's all in the past. You're here, standing… breathing… living… alive and well… Maka."

He remembered insanity clouding his mind, pulsing through his veins with rapid, exhilaration. He remembered giving up the suppression, his motivation gone along with the person who lay motionless in his arms. There was no point to restrain his overwhelming fury, in any case, why should he? It was the witch's damn fault for killing Maka and whisking her away from him. He had every right to express his resentful disposition and to carry on his dire goal to give them what they deserved. Besides, a witch's fate had already sealed the moment they affirmed their oath.

He recalled the insanity filling his body with tremendous powers, one beyond any imagination. He welcomed the power, welcomed the black blood that seeped from the bland checkered tiles, and welcomed the forceful yank as the black blood slowly swallowed him.

But all seemed to cease in his mind. Everything had fallen into a complete halt as if time had frozen still. Soul could finally breathe and acknowledge of what his blinding action had almost got himself into. Instead of thinking about his stupid actions, he focused on the invisible warm rays that caressed his face. He strained his eyes within the dark room, wriggling and fighting his way out of the sticky substance that restrained him. With more force, the tar gave in to thin, stretchy strings as Soul's members pulled out of their confinement. Once liberated, he searched for the warmth once more, walking through an endless path within his own mind with nothing but the invisible light's warmth guiding his way. Growing anxious, he sprinted as fast as his toned legs allowed him.

He ran a marathon for what seemed like days before he could finally see a white light peeping through a small crack. The closer he approached the more warmth flooded through his body, destroying the cold, numbing substance that had formerly raced through his veins. With only an arm's length away, Soul stood in front of the large crack with attentive caution. Sensing that the mysterious beam was anything but life threatening, Soul took a final step towards it and connected his palm to the light.

At an instant, he was back in the infirmary, back to moment where he had just witnessed the death of his meister. The thought of her passing filled Soul with melancholy thoughts, but… wait, what's this? A steady cadence echoed about the room, replacing the previous dreaded, annoying hum.

His heart jumped to his throat as he glanced down at the person he held with tender care. She was looking up at him with her large emerald pools, relief expressed in her dilated eyes once she connected with a reflection of his ruby orbs.

"M-Ma-Maka…?" he airily inquired.

"Good," she sighed in relief, "you're back."

In a blink of an eye, Soul's arms immediately wrapped themselves around Maka's small frame with shuddering incredulity.

"Soul…" she queried.

"You're alive..." he whispered softly.

Maka didn't reply, giving Soul the opportunity to sink everything in.

"Your heart… you didn't… leave…" he stammered, jumbled.

Soul felt his hand squeezed, momentarily forgetting that he had grasped her left palm with desperation during her passing. He watched with entrancement as Maka guided their hands to his left cheek, while her other free hand met the other. With a point finger from their interlaced hold and a thumb on the other, she brushed the hot tears that continued to trail down his face. Unaware that the waterworks had been continuing, Soul was taken aback, slightly embarrassed that his meister had caught him crying. How uncool.

"These tears," she observed with a feeble tone, "did you cry for me?"

"You're imagining things, Maka," he mumbled.

"Don't start this with me again," Maka huffed indignantly. She glared at him, waiting to have her former question answered.

Soul did nothing of the sort, as he wandered into his usual circumlocution answer. "Just don't leave me again, idiot." Maka was pulled back by his serious tone and immediately met his remote eyes. Before she could mutter another word, Soul stated, "At least give me brain damage before you leave or drag my ass out of bed." Soul broke contact from her eyes as he laid his head on top of hers with his arms still encircling her in a protective vice. Then in a hushed tone he murmured, "Don't make me worry ever again, idiot."

With her free hand, Maka gently smacked Soul's forehead with the palm of her hand as she responded, "Idiot."

Soul's eyes leisurely avoided Maka's concerned gaze and made their way to her ashen sandy locks. A familiar blue lace caught his attention and he couldn't help but sidestep behind her for a better look. He chuckles to himself with amusement, recalling the memories that single accessory carried.

Maka eyed him warily for his strange behavior, nevertheless questioned his motive. "What's so funny, Soul?"

"You actually wore it." His fingers grasped for the silky fabric that tied the crown of her head to the back between his finger tips before bringing it along with a strand of her hair to his lips, inhaling her familiar floral scent before gently kissing the material. "Do you remember when we had that spring cleaning ten years ago?"

Maka chuckled, turning to face him, "Of course. That's how I found this."

"And how I met you," Soul smirked, "by the way, you never explained to me what you thought when you found it."

Maka flushed a bright red, her assumption impacting her thoughts like a brick wall. "I..."

Soul smirked at his meister's rare timid reaction, biting back the urge to laugh at her perplexed composure as she wracked her mind for words to explain her thoughts for a better response.

"I thought you…" her voice descended to a quiet whisper, her cheeks glowing to a dazzling red that would put a tomato to shame, "you…slept with another woman."

Although Soul's assumption was correct, he couldn't help but release a loud guffaw. Maka glared at him, a cheek puffed, while a pout etched on her lips. "That's not funny, Soul."

Soul wrapped his arms around Maka's waist from behind as the euphoric amusement died down. "Why would I do that? Maka, my goal has always been to protect you. I've never wanted to hurt you in any way. You know you're important to me."

Maka leaned back to him, finding comfort with her head resting at the base of his neck. She crossed her arms over her chest, her attitude unaffected by his affections. "I bet you didn't think that when ever we fought."

"That's not true."

"C'mon, Soul, let's be reasonable here. Didn't you ever think of leaving me at least once? Weren't you ever sick of me?"

Soul buried his face in Maka's hair, neglecting the blue ribbon that held its preset appearance. "I had thought about it," he answered earnestly to Maka's stung expectation, "but I could never imagine a life that you're not a part of." Maka's eyes glowed to that response. "You have to admit, fighting actually taught us something."

"They are pretty significant and they were the catalyst for our strong relationship," Maka agreed wholeheartedly. "But even with all these trust we built up, it didn't stop you from hiding your problems from me."

"Name one," he challenged.

"Black blood."

Soul fell silent, guiltily chewing his cheeks before muttering, "I had my reasons."

"For what? Soul, you're not only hurting yourself, but me as well. When you hide these things from me, I feel useless. I trust you, Soul, but didn't you feel the same for me?"

"I do, Maka. I really do. I just didn't want you to get involved. What if you get hurt again like… like the other time?"

Maka turned around to face her husband, cupping his cheeks with her small hands in order to meet his gaze. "Soul, forget the past. That was twelve years ago at Russia, we're here in Nevada, present day. I'm here with you, as your wife, and the mother of your child."

Soul cupped his hands over hers, interlacing his finger's to overlap her petite, slender fingers. He guided one of her hand to his lips and gently kissed it with utmost affection he could pour into the small gesture. "I know, I know. I learned my lesson."

"And if ever we go through another stupid fight like ten years ago?" Soul cringed, recalling his vision that early afternoon.

"I'll be by your side, no matter what."

"And I yours," Maka giggled approvingly.

"Hey, Maka?"

"Yeah?"

Soul bent down to meet Maka's lips for a quick, gentle kiss. His wife stared at him, frazzled by the sudden gesture before shrieking in a hush, soprano pitch, "What was that for Soul?!"

"I wanted to make sure you're really here."

Maka flushed red, closing her eyes to avoid contact while their foreheads remained connected to one another. "Geez, that nightmare must have gotten into your head pretty bad." Curiosity getting the best of her, her gaze locked with his eyes, "What was it about?"

Soul paused, considering his words carefully and thoughtfully without giving away his frazzled composure, "A life without you."

"I'm sorry, Mister Evans, but it seems that you're tied to a troublesome young woman for life." Soul chuckled as he freed one hand to cup Maka's cheeks.

"Unfortunately so," he bantered. "Ow." Maka pinched his cheeks with both her interlaced and free hand.

"What was that you said, Mister Evans? I think you slurred there for a second."

"I said nothing of the sort, sweetie," Soul played along, "but with all joking matters aside." Maka released her grip at the tone of his seriousness, "did I keep my promises to you?"

Maka smiled before pecking his right swollen cheek. "Yes." Silence loomed over between the happy lovers for several moments before Maka asked, "Hey Soul, do you ever get sick of me, honestly?"

Now it was Soul's turn to tug at Maka's cheeks while she protested, "Hey!"

"Stupid bookworm, we just went over this," he sighed monotone, "If I ever grew tired of you, then I would have left you a long time ago. How many times do I have to tell you that-" a spark of recognition danced into Soul's mind, "don't tell me you're been having nightmares too."

To Maka's horrified embarrassment, the bright tint returned to her cheeks. Soul chuckles once more before pulling her into another hug, burying her head into his chest while his lips craned close to her ear to softly whisper, "I promise, I'm not thinking of leaving you any time soon. Soul began to smother her with hot trails of peppering kisses from her ear to her cheek, to her neck, and back. He was pleased by Maka's shuddering response.

"Not now, Soul, they'll see us," Maka complained.

"They've been gone for a long time," Soul replied huskily, "Let them see then. You are mine anyways, Maka Evans." Soul continued his process, trailing more peppered kisses until he met her lips once more for a passionate kiss. She sighed to the contact, relishing in the feeling of being complete and responded to the kiss hungrily. Soul slipped a tongue at the base of her lips, asking for entrance and she obliged. His tongue danced with hers like a fiery tango, fighting for dominance. As the heated kiss grew intense, Soul's hands automatically slid underneath the hem of Maka's indigo shirt, yearning to touch her over the days that they had been separated.

Moments later, he found himself sprawled on the ground, his head searing with a massive migraine, but he dared not utter a word, fearing that it would be his demise.

"Don't take advantage of me, Soul Evans," she hissed through her flustered composure.

As if on cue, the gang finally arrived, with several trays of their hot meals prepared in their hands, laughing as they shared humorous tales of their pasts.

"Of course I would beat his sorry ass for laying eyes on my wife," Black*Star huffed.

"Profanity, Black*Star," Kid filtered, turning his attention to the young albino child who carried their eating utensils in a small, plastic tray. She stared back at her uncles with wonder.

"Oh! Sorry!" Black*Star exclaimed. Unfortunately, that wasn't enough to stop Tsubaki's backhand across the rear of his head.

At the sight of her parents, Faith tugged on Tsubaki's blue jeans. The dark blade tool squat down to listen to whisper her uncertainty. "Auntie, Mama and Daddy are fighting again?"

Tsubaki chuckled as she pat the girl's head. With a smile she answered, "They're just being lovey-dovey."

With a big "Oh!" she ran towards her parents with the tray still grasped in her small hands. "Mama! Daddy! Eat!"

"Alright, sweetie, we'll be there in a second," her father responded, lifting his face from the ground.

"Go ahead and finish helping them," Maka encouraged.

"Okay!" Faith scrambled her way back to the other adults who smiled approvingly of her cooperation.

Soul smiled at their daughter before glancing to his wife. She met him with a small smile etched on her lips, a finger brought over her lips. She winked at him before walking ahead, her fingers laced behind her back.

Soul chuckled bitterly at his wife's inconsideration to assist him. Immature woman. But he would have her no other way. Quietly to himself he muttered, "If ever my life repeated, I would always choose you, Maka. Only with you, we'd pull through."

A/N:

You guys must seriously hate me for doing this to you, but I GOTCHA!
I'm super glad you fell for my plan :3
I hope this really got to your feels and all, cuz I seriously worked hard to make this a good ending.

So the name "Faith" actually has significance in this story. Recall that Maka is surrounded by people who have names relevant to synonym of "ghost" (Spirit, Soul, and Kami). For a while, I brainstormed of other synonyms relevant to that word (I even considered using Filipino and Spanish words for the word ghost but who would want that?!). So tossing that thought aside, I thought about Soul and Maka's relationship and came up with "Faith". According to Micro word "faith" means: confidence, trust, reliance, assurance, conviction, belief, devotion, and loyalty. In a nutshell, that sums up Soul and Maka's relationship towards one another. Because of that, I thought it was fitting to say that their beautiful relationship has blessed them with a wonderful, brilliant daughter.

For you guys who don't get it, the "Goodbye" they're saying to is to their doubts. When Soul ends the story, he's saying that they'd pull through anything as long as they were together.

Anyways, I hope you guys really enjoyed it (I know I have!) Sorry for being two weeks late to finally submit this! ^^;
Thanks for joining these duo on a wonderful journey :')