Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.

Editorial status: Rewritten to not use the present tense. I'm so sorry it took me six and a half years.

This is a sequel to "Your Guardian Soul". While it isn't absolutely imperative that you read that first, I do strongly recommend it.

It's been a minute, but I finally got the first chapter of this sequel done and the story as a whole underway. I hope you enjoy it.

LinKura: My deepest and most profound thanks for proofing this chapter for me. And I'm sorry for making you like SoulxMaka.

Nine to Life

Chapter 1: "The Morning After"

Soul held Maka as he climaxed shortly after her.

His seed, his very essence, a veritable part of his soul, entered her accepting warmth.

She cried his name in ecstasy.

Suddenly he found himself sitting in a private hospital room.

In his arms, Soul held a newborn child, one hand beneath her bottom, the other on the back of her head, holding her vertical.

A girl.

"My daughter." he said aloud in wonder, hardly believing it. He was so proud that he didn't even notice that his voice hitched and tears threatened to spill from his eyes.

The baby stared at her father, blue eyes filled with curiosity and wonder at this new world, trying to comprehend the giant holding her.

He softly stroked the white, wispy hair on her head with his thumb.

"Our daughter." A voice corrected him from the nearby hospital bed.

Soul looked up and beheld an exhausted Maka lying in the bed.

She smiled drowsily at her husband holding their child.

Husband? Soul thought to himself with a satisfied smile.

Sweat still sheened her brow from the exertion of the birth; her hair plastered to her face. She looked the most beautiful he had ever seen her in that moment.

Soul repositioned the newborn, holding her in the crook of his left arm, and reached to his wife with his free hand.

Wife. He thought again with a possessive smile.

She took it weakly and offered a gentle squeeze.

"We did it." They whispered in unison.

"I love you, Maka."

"I love you too."

The lights began to brighten and a white haze filled the room. All that remained for an instant before being swallowed by the growing brightness was Maka's exhausted, happy face.

Soul opened his eyes slowly and looked at the ceiling. He was in Maka's room, he realized. The pink walls gave that away pretty easily.

Early morning light filtered in through the semi-transparent curtains that were drawn over the window. So that's how she always wakes up early, she uses the damned sun as an alarm clock... Soul realized with a smirk.

Soul became dimly aware of a warm, wet sensation on his nethers. That's new. He lifted his head slightly, looking to his groin.

Instead of the usual sight of morning wood tenting his boxers, he saw the top of a familiar head covered in platinum blonde hair moving up and down rhymically. The only difference from normal is that the hair was not in the usual child-like pigtails that he'd come to adore over the years.

Sensing that her partner, weapon and lover was awake, Maka opened her eyes and looked up, locking her eyes with Soul's. She removed her mouth from his still very erect cock with a pop and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." She said, honey dripping from her words. And lust, don't forget the lust. Soul thought to himself, feeling a jolt of excitement.

"Mornin'" Soul grumbled, his sleep-relaxed vocal chords deepening his voice a few octaves. "That's one hella cool way to wake a guy up, babe." He added with a toothy grin.

Maka's face flushed after hearing his deeper voice. That was something she had never experienced, hearing Soul immediately after he awakened.

She smiled up at him, and crawled up his body, both of them still naked after their lovemaking the previous night. She came level with his face, cupped his left cheek in her hand and kissed him tenderly.

He returned the kiss. You know, this should bother me, given where her mouth just was...

Maka broke the kiss and gazed at him sweetly. They stared into the other's eyes for a long moment. Nothing was said nor was anything expected to be said.

Soul was thrown into confusion as tears began to pool in Maka's eyes. Her lips began to quiver slightly and then the tears spilled from her emerald eyes. She placed her head on his chest as he wraped his powerful arms around her in an embrace.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly, completely lost.

"I... I'm just so happy." She said, looking up at him with a weak smile. "I never thought that this would happen, that I would fall in love with anyone. I hadn't even dared to hope for someone like you Soul." She nestled her tear-streaked face in the hollow of his neck.

"What do you mean, 'someone like me'?" he asked, still confused as to where her words had come from.

"Someone that I can trust completely. Someone who I can depend on completely." She spoke into his neck, the vibrations having a profound effect upon the sensitive flesh. She looked up into his eyes again. "Someone I'd have a child with."

Confusion gave way to an easy smile now. "We don't know that you did get pregnant last night. It could have just been a wish we both share."

Maka looked away embarrassed. "I know." She said almost defensively with a blush. "But..." She trailed off.

Soul used his hand to turn her head gently so she was looking at him. "'But' what?"

Maka's blush deepened. "But... I really would like to have a baby with you." She said, almost pouting.

Soul's face went blank, completely unreadable, his eyes unfocused as he recalled his vivid dream from a few moments ago. It all seemed so real, He thought. As if it was promised to us.

"Soul?" Maka asked, concerned.

He mentally shook himself from his thoughts and kissed her deeply. "Me too." He said as he broke the kiss, looking at Maka's face, her eyes half-closed. She stared at him expectantly.

"So... Why don't we make sure." Maka squeaked in surprise as he suddenly flipped their positions, he on top, her on bottom.

Maka stared at Soul, disbelieving. "Really? You want to do this?" She asked in near shock.

Soul smiled at his meister. "Only if you want to, babe." He leaned forward and kissed her softly before pulling away, waiting for her decision.

Maka looked deep into her lover's crimson eyes for a long moment. Inside her mind a war raged between her emotional and logical sides:

I want this so badly...

You may want it, but can you handle it?

I don't know. I just want this. More than words can define. I want to be a part of Soul, I want him to be a part of me, I want to bring a whole new soul into this world with him.

Are you even listening to yourself? Your job is to fight insane abominations, you're still in high school, you even turned down Lord Death's offer to let you and Soul graduate early when Soul became a Death Scythe. You did that on a whim of emotion and you kick yourself for it every time you see Soul cramming for an exam he chose to take because you wanted to stay in school. [1]

If we had graduated early, we'd never see Kid, Black Star, Tsubaki, Liz or Patty! Those people mean so much to me that I can't bear not to see them...

So you made a decision for sentimental reasons. You regularly kick yourself for it and you want to make another decision knowing full well you'll regret it every time you're woken up at 2 a.m. to change a diaper.

But that's different-!

No. It's not. The stakes are higher with this. You'll be holding a defenseless life in your hands. Can you handle it? Can you?

No.

See? Sometimes listening to reason can-

We can handle it! I won't be alone in this! Soul and I can do this! I know it! Now just shut up!

Very well. One last question though: How will your father take it? Think about that one.

Before Maka could think of a response she was pulled from her inner battle. "Maka? You ok?" Soul asked, concern written across his face. Maybe she doesn't want a kid with me yet after all...

Maka reached up to Soul's face with both hands and pulled him into a deep kiss, very reminiscent of the one from last night that told Soul that she needed him completely. With that kiss, Soul knew that both he and Maka both wanted this more than anything.

Soul smiled as he slid his hand down Maka's body, caressing her breasts and pausing momentarily over her flat stomach. Maka giggled ticklishly at his gentle touch.

Soul's hand continued its journey down the immaculate body of his meister until it reached her womanhood. He is momentarily shocked at how wet she was. Apparently she had been ready to go before he woke up.

Knowing that she was more than ready for him, and had been for a while now, Soul decided that he wanted to play with her a bit. He slid a single digit inside his meister, earning a slight moan of pleasure from her. He slowly wiggled his finger around inside her, making certain to hit her g-spot again and again.

Maka began to moan louder and louder, breathing in short pants and gasps as his skilled pianist finger, now joined by a companion, played along the length of her burning hot pussy.

Finally a third finger entered her. Soul found that loved the sounds she was making in response to his attention. Her walls began to contract around his fingers more often and harder than before. He realized that she was close and continued to rub inside her, using his dexterous fingers to do things that Maka had never dreamed of inside her.

With a thrust timed perfectly with her gently bucking hips, Soul sent Maka over the edge of pleasure. Her walls clamped down on his embedded fingers.

Something was different this time from all the others though, he realized; A flood of liquid covered his hand. With one last drag of his digits over her g-spot, Maka fell into another convulsing fit of ecstasy as he removed his fingers from her.

Soul examined the fluids on his hand, slightly puzzled, before smiling. His hand was covered in a mixture of Maka's juices and his own essence from the night before. He held up his hand for Maka to see once her body-wracking orgasms subsided.

Maka reached out for his hand, a look of longing and need on her face. Soul complied with the unspoken request, placing his hand in hers. As she had the night before, she took his fingers, one by one, into her mouth and sucked them clean. She even went as far as licking the palm of his hand to clean up all of their combined juices.

Releasing his hand, she licked her lips as demurely as possible. "So that's what you taste like." She smiles devilishly.

Soul was stunned momentarily, his air of coolness leaving him as he worked his way through Maka's words and the lusty way she had said them. He forced himself to regain his composure quickly, though. "Seems that we'll have to put some more inside you after you just let so much out." He said with an equally devilish grin. Maka returned the grin as best she could without pointed teeth and giggled in anticipation.

Rising into a kneeling position, Soul positioned his member above Maka's glistening entrance. Using a free hand, he steadied himself and easily slid inside of his lover, groaning at the sensation. Maka moaned softly as she felt him return inside her.

"Oh God. I will never get tired of that." She said between short, breathy pants. She smiled sweetly and immediately wrapped her legs around Soul's lower back, locking him inside of her.

"I think I can get used to this." Soul grunted, buried to the hilt inside his meister.

He began to slowly slide out of Maka, his cock stimulating Maka's every crease, crevice and fold. She moaned softly and slid herself closer to Soul, trying to force him back inside her. Maka's attempt was cut short when he gently grabbed her hips, stopping her slide towards him, keeping himself firmly in control.

His meister whimpered in protest as Soul nearly pulled himself from her, feeling a sense of loss as he withdrew. She cried out his name when he slid back home with surprising force. The head of Soul's cock gently bumped against her cervix, still partially filled with his seed from the night before. A new wave of pleasure rocked her whole being and caused her cry to be cut short.

Soul felt her walls contract on him, attempting to hold him inside as he fought to remove himself and repeat the motion. She's so damned tight.

Soul grunted, fighting the urge to cum so quickly. Maka's body was reacting entirely different from last night and Soul couldn't quite understand it. It felt as if knowing that their intent was to conceive a child forced her body to attempt to wring him dry, and his own body was eager to comply.

Maka continued to pant and whimper with his every motion, as though she was trying to hide her moans out of embarrassment. Timing a forceful thrust to coincide with her bucking hips, Soul leaned down and kissed his lover deeply. Surprise and pleasure broke her concentration, letting a throaty moan escape her lips into his mouth.

Grinning as much as was possible while kissing, Soul wrapped his arms around his lover and returned to his kneeling position, bringing her with him. With a small yelp of surprise, Maka found herself resting on his lap, impaled upon his manhood. Impaled might be the right word... God she's so tiny. Soul marveled at how light and small her body seemed wrapped in his arms.

Maka wrapped her arms around Soul, spreading her hands over his muscular back, her head resting in the nape of his neck.

Soul slid his hands down her slightly sweaty body to cup Maka's shapely ass. He quickly made use of their position to control her movement. His began to lift and lower her body, sliding into and then out of her now sopping pussy at an increasing pace.

In some perverse way, it felt as though he was wielding her rather than the other way around and inverting their weapon-meister relationship. Maka smiled softly to herself as the thought occurred to her as well, enjoying the change from the norm.

Their pace had grown rapid. Soul was fairly slamming Maka down onto himself as she cried out his name interspersed with expletives that he had rarely ever heard from her as her inhibitions fell to pleasure. Soul felt that he was close to his orgasm, and so was she. It felt that like her walls are coiling around him continually, urging him to orgasm as soon as possible, trying to guide him deeper inside her.

He held on. Barely. He desperately wanted for them to climax together. He was able to sense that Maka held the same desire and he had every intention of fulfilling her desire.

With a groan of effort, Soul dropped Maka's hips fully onto himself, grinding their hips together and reaching as deeply into her as anatomy would allow. They gasped in unison as the head of Soul's cock gently kissed her womb. Maka went tumbling over into a world of absolute bliss. She wasn't alone as Soul was falling with her, emptying himself deeply inside her for the second time.

Time seemed to stop. Once again, the vision that they had seen the night before of Soul sitting next to Maka in the hospital as he cradled their newborn daughter flashed before the two lovers. The image was more clear and vivid this time, as if it were a picture taken in the highest resolution known to man and seared into their minds. It lasted longer this time and fades slowly to a blinding white ecstasy.

Maka screamed at the sensation of being so full, no longer even attempting to hide her pleasure. She felt the flood of hot liquid inside of her. She grabbed Soul's head with both hands and clamped her lips onto his in a deep and passionate kiss. Their tongues wrestled with one another, seeking to deepen their connection and melt into each other.

Soul's orgasm seemed to last forever, ensuring that the aftershocks of Maka's ecstasy continued. She felt beyond full now, like he'd emptied more than just his essence inside of her; it felt to her as if he had left a part of himself within her for her to have forever.

Finally, slowly, Maka broke the kiss, gasping for air as though she just ran a marathon. She looked deeply into Soul's eyes. "Goddamn do I love you." She said breathlessly.

Soul pecked her lips in response. "I won't ever leave you Maka. Come whatever may, I will always love you." He gazed into her deep emerald eyes, all pretense of his usual coolness gone, completely baring himself to her. "Forever." He added, punctuating the promise with another peck.

Gently, he lay Maka back down onto the bed. He released his arms from behind her, supporting himself on his forearms. Sheepishly, she kept her legs locked behind the small of his back, refusing to let go.

After a long while of trading gentle kisses and whispering words of their devotion to one another, Maka finally relaxed her legs, releasing her lover from her death grip. Soul pulled his now soft member from within her, earning a mewl of loss from his meister's lips, and lay down on the bed next to her. They laced their fingers together and lay in happy silence as they enjoyed the afterglow of their passion.

Sleep threatened to take them again. The exertion, physical and emotional, had taken a heavy toll on the two lovers. A nap couldn't hurt, really. After all, they were excused from classes "for as long as they need" so it wasn't as if they needed to go to school.

As Soul began to drift off to sleep, he heard Maka chuckle softly to herself. He cracked one crimson eye looking at her. "What's up?"

"I was just expecting a Black Star Interruption again. Looks like it won't happen." She said, closing her eyes with a faint smile on her lips.

Soul closed his eye once more. "Just give him a minute. He's got great timing."

"Bullshit." She responded evenly.

Soul found himself quite enamored with the new Maka; enjoying her more open and relaxed demeanor. Not that her newfound nature really changed how he felt; he'd love her no matter what happened. Unless she becomes a yandere. In which case I would have a serious problem in the form of a murderous psycho who wields bladed weapons regularly... Despite that unsettling thought, he began to drift off to sleep again.

Suddenly, Soul's phone began to ring, painfully loud. Even in Maka's room he could clearly hear the ringtone Black Star had made for him, consisting entirely of Black Star singing his own name that he had insisted Soul use.

"There it is." He said in a rare sing-song voice, his triumphant smile discernable in his voice.

Maka rolled onto her side, draping an arm over his chest and snuggling closer to him. "Ignore it." She mumbled.

"He'll keep calling." Soul sighed as he slipped from her embrace, getting up and leaving the room for a moment.

After mere seconds, Maka found herself feeling terribly alone, as though she'd never feel his presence again. Over their soul resonance, she saw that Soul felt the same way and that he'd move Heaven and Earth to be back as soon as possible.

Several thunks and the sound of a plastic cover being removed could be heard through the wall. Shortly afterwards Soul returned and quickly resumed his place in bed with her.

"What'd you do?" Maka asked, still not opening her eyes as she felt Soul embrace her from behind.

"Pulled the batteries from both our phones and unplugged the home phone. He won't be bugging us much today."

"Won't he come here?"

"After what he saw yesterday? Doubt it."

"Good point." She giggled, remembering the embarrassment and terror on Black Star's face the night before.

Soul nuzzled Maka's neck and sighed contentedly. "Just don't mention to everyone how uncool I am around you."

"Ok." She mumbled, nearly asleep.

He kissed her neck softly. "Love you, Maka."

"-ou too Soul..." Was her reply.

Soul smiled to himself. Life is good.

[1] Ok, I saw this in someone's story a while ago, but for the life of me, I can't remember the author or story title. If anyone knows, please tell me so I can give credit where it's due. I don't know if this is canon, or if Soul does become a Death Scythe because I haven't caught up in the manga. But it does stand to reason that if a meister/weapon pair were to achieve the level of Death Scythe that they have all the practical knowledge needed and would be allowed to graduate early.

A/N: Well, here is the long awaited (not so long and hopefully awaited, at least) sequel to "Your Guardian Soul". I was actually surprised at how quickly this chapter went, but then again, it is about a third of the length of YGS and I'm not entirely in trailblazing territory now.

I hope you guys enjoy this and that it is something like what you were asking for when you said "maeke anuther cahp plz!". Like when asking God for something, if you want something specific, ask, otherwise you'll get whatever I'm in the mood to do. That said, I hope that this does live up to and surpass expectations.

This chapter was a bit short, and its a bit lighter on the lemon content than YGS, but hey, this is an actual story and not just a story written as a smutty one-shot, so the content will shift a bit. Honestly, this chapter is a bit short on content period if you don't count lemony goodness, but it was sadly necessary to bolster the premise and lay groundwork for later chapters.

Anyways, thanks a lot for reading everyone. If you enjoy something in this chapter, please let me know, if not, I'd still like to know. I can't grow as a writer unless I get coherent feedback that isn't just saying that it was good.

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