Two Years Later:

"Get your butt over here Travis!" Maka yelled, "Soul! Get your little cousin for me please, I'm trying to finish the book I'm writing!"

"Oi, Travis, wanna play on the piano?" I asked as I snatched him up from behind.

"Yeah," squealed Travis as he tried to wiggle free.

I put him down and watched him run toward the piano before walking over to Maka. It's been two years since we started dating. Yeah, we've had fights and Maka's father constantly barged in, but we made it through it all without falling apart. Blair still makes my nose bleed like a broken sprinkler, but I can't help that she's as attractive as she is. Travis has been visiting quite often lately because his parents left on vacation. Life is perfect, well almost.

"Watcha working on babe?" I asked as I took a bite of her untouched sandwich.

"Well," she sighed, "I don't know what to have Trai ask Kathy. And I don't want it to be some cheesy question, I want it to be-HEY! What are you doing!"

I moved away from the screen, letting her see what I typed.

"S-Soul..." She said as her voice trailed off as she read it, "it's perfect."

I smirked. She hardly ever likes things I write in her stories. She always says that it doesn't fit or make sense or that it sounds like a five year old wrote it. A compliment was rare.

In the other room, I could hear Travis playing the piano. He was a natural, just not as much as me. Travis was the type who could sit down and play whatever piece you put in front of him almost flawlessly. Me, I play a piece and add my own flare to it as I play. And I compose pieces for performances whenever we throw a huge party. Maka says I'm a show off, but cool guys like me always show off.

I walked over to the piano room and asked Travis to let me play something I wrote. I wrote the piece a year ago, but never practiced it around Maka because it was meant for her. It describes our entire relationship, starting from the day we met to where we are today. My fingers began to play the song, every note singing something with meaning and emotion behind it. Maka walked in seconds later. She sat down in the bean bag that was in the corner across from the piano, which allowed me to glance up at her every so often.

"Soul!" Cried Travis, "I've never heard this song before, what's it called?"

"Well Trav, it's about two people who get to know each other over the course of many years and fall in love with each other. I like to call the piece 'Emotions' but it's real name is-" I explained.

"Their Story," interrupted Maka whose eyes widened at the realization of it, "Soul, this song, "she paused, "is about us, isn't it?"

"Haha, yeah. You like it?"

"I love it. It couldn't be any more perfect."

I finished with a beautiful A flat major chord before I closed the fall board. My heart was racing and my hands were shaking as I stared blankly at the mahogany colored wood. I heard Maka get up and walk over to me. Her arms wrapped around me, tracing the scar on my chest as she lowered down so her head was level with mine. I looked at her, smiled and let out a long sigh before I got up and kissed her

"Eww! Gross!" Whined Travis.

"Travis, one day you're gonna find a girl you love very much and do this with her," said Maka.

"Yeah, that's is true," I said as I realized my hands had slid down to Maka's hips, "I'll be right back babe. Don't go anywhere," I said to Maka as I left the room.

"I'm not going anywhere my love," she replied.

I went to my room, which was now essentially our room, and frantically searched for what I had bought two days ago.

"Soul, honey, are you alright?" Asked Maka from the piano room.

"Yeah, just trying to find something!" I called back.

"Do you need help?"

"No," I paused, "found it!"

I walked over to the piano room as calmly as possible, forcing myself to breather slowly and as evenly as possible. I could hear Travis giggling as Maka tickled him, which put a very toothy smile on my face as I walked into the room.

"Gotcha!" Cried Travis as he took hold of Maka's wrists in Ana effort to stop her from tickling him.

"Are you sure about that?" Asked Maka as she got one of her hands free from his grip.

"Aww, not cool!"

"Oi, Trav! Can I talk to Maka in private for a bit?" I asked when there was a moment of silence.

"Yeah, sure Soul," he said as he got up and walked out toward the game room.

"Thanks buddy," I said as he walked out of the room.

Maka's hair was in slight disarray from her tickle was with Travis and her eyes showed nothing but joy and total happiness. I wa a bit nervous because I had never done what I was about to do before. My heart was beating out of my chest and I could feel chills rack my spine. Sweat had begun to form around my hair line and my jaw was tense. My whole body was tense.

Dude, Soul breathe. This is gonna be the coolest day ever. Don't forget to breathe! I thought as I realized I was holding my breath.

I took in a long breath and said, "Oi, Maka, I need to tell you something that is extremely important. Like, it could make or break it for me if I don't."

"Yeah, gimme a second," she said as she fixed her hair, as if I cared what it looked like.

Maka wasn't like any of my other past relationships. All my ex girlfriends were all about sex and drugs and all that other shit that's kind of gross of done to much. My one ex, Alex, only wanted to bang me every day and constantly snorted coke. She even tried to get me started. I told her no and that I only used a vape or e-cig. That turned her off and she left me for some other dude. Maka, on the other hand, never cared too much about sex and didn't mind me using vapes and e-cigs as long as she didn't find them around the house. She always tells me how much she misses me, even if I'd only just left the house for work. She kissed me at the most random times. She cuddles close when she gets cold at night. And she never forgets to tell me how much I mean to her. Yeah, I'm a Death Scythe and all, but Shinigami Sama said that if I wished to, I could continues being Maka's weapon. And I did, and damn glad I did because if I hadn't, she would have ended up with some dick who mistreated her. And no one mistreats my meister, my Maka.

I took in a long breath and slowly let it out. Noting made me more nervous than what it I was about to do. Her answer truly would make or break me...us.

"Maka," I said, "so we've been together a while and have told each other everything. From what we hate to what we love about the other. We've had fights and days when we question why we're even together. But nothing had made more of an impact on my life than you have, and I'd like to keep it like that for the rest of my days."

She whipped around, her hair only half done. She knew what was coming. Her eyes were wide, and tears were starting to fill them as she looked at me.

"Soul..." She said, as her voice trailed off, catching at the end.

I flashed my toothy grin and asked, "Maka, will you," I swallowed and took in a breath, "will you marry me?"

As the last word rolled off my tongue, she was already near the point of bawling. Her face was tear streaked and her eyes were over flowing with tears. I walked up to her and held her in my arms, rubbing her back as she slowly regained the ability to talk.

"Y-yes," she managed to say in between hiccups.

I moved back so I could see her face and felt my own eyes fill with tears. I smiled and kissed her. Kissed her because I knew that she was mine forever now. Kissed her because I loved her. Kissed her because I was ready to take the next step with her.

"I love you so much Maka," I said when I pulled away.

"I love you too Soul," she said, with a smile like nothing I had seen before.

"MAKA! YOUR GOD IS HE-oh. Oops," said Black Star as he almost knocked the door off its hinges.

"So guys, when is the wedding?" Asked Tsubaki as she quietly followed Black Star.

"Umm, I'm not sure. But when we have a date, we'll tell you," I replied, still holding Maka.

"Okay," said Tsubaki, "umm, we'll leave you two alone. Bye."

"Bye."

"I love you so much, Soul," whispered Maka into my shirt.

"I love you too...Future Mrs. Evans," I said as I kissed the top of her head.