Heart and Soul (Soul Eater X Reader)

Chapter 16

          When I woke up the next morning, Soul wasn't next to me. I could hear his voice from the living room. Throwing on my pajama top I stepped out. He sounded upset, even though he gave me a smile when he saw me.
"Yeah, I—Yes, ma'am...Yes, ma'am...I don't know. I just took time off so I don't know when I'll get more...Yes, of course. I'll try, okay?"
Soul hung up, crossed the room to me, and kissed me, "Good morning."
"Morning," I extracted myself from his arms and went back into the bedroom, "Who was that?"
"My mom," he said stiffly, "My parents were worried about me after that whole fiasco...and they want me to visit...and they want to meet you."
"Me!?"
"You are my girlfriend. It's okay if you're not ready for that. I'll just come up with an excuse for you,"
I let myself think about it for a long moment. Soul waited, patiently. I had no parents to speak of and I'd known Kids dad for a long time before we started dating, being that he was my principal/kind of boss. I'd met my friends parents, but that was different. I always got the feeling Souls relationship with his parents was strained, but who's side would he take—theirs or mine—if they didn't like me.
"No, I'll meet them," I finally said. Soul beamed,
"Great. Now it's just a matter of getting more time off."

We succeeded in getting a weekend off a few weeks later. I packed a weekends worth of nice outfits, including the one I wore that day—albeit more modest and feminine than I usually go. The pastels made me a little sick if I looked directly at them for too long.
"Don't you look all sunshiny," Soul agreed, leaning on the handlebars of his bike when he picked me up.
I responded with a gagging sound, pointing down my throat.
"I know, I know, but my moms going to love you,"
"I hope so, but not just because I'm dressed like an Easter egg hopefully," I said, strapping my bag on the back and swinging my leg over.
"No, she'll love you for you. And yeah, in all serious, please never dress like this again,"
I placed my arms around his waist, "I promise."
Soul's parents place was on the outskirts of Death City, in the neighborhood we always joked about being super boujie. He steered the bike into the circular drive of a house of white bricks with a sloping black roof and black accents and with large marble pillars framing the front doorway.
"Here we are," he announced, killing the engine.
"Your parents live here?" I gaped.
"Yeah," he said, shortly, sounding almost ashamed.
I gave a catcall whistle, "Boujie as fuck."
"Surprised?" he asked as we mounted the front steps.
"A little, but you are just so classy," I said, getting a laugh out of him.
Soul raised a fist to knock on the door, but before he could it flew open and someone tackled him, sending him back down the stairs. My knee jerk instinct was to start swinging, but I realized in time the attacker looked like an older Soul. He had gotten the smaller version of himself in a headlock, rubbing nougies into his skull and laughing.
"Wes! Let me go!" Soul was shouting.
"I missed you, baby brother!" Wes responded, feigning sobs.
It was me breaking into laughter that caused Wes to abruptly jump up, "Who's your friend?"
"She's my girlfriend," Soul groaned staggering to his feet, "Y/N. Y/N—my brother, Wes."
"Nice to meet you,"
"You too," he turned back to his brother, "How much are you paying her?"
"I'm not paying her, asshole,"
"Right, like any girl this fine would be with you willingly. And better watch that tongue in front of mom. Yeah, at least she's hotter than that last girlfriend you brought home,"
"For the thousandth time, I never dated Maka,"
"Sure, sure, she was just your meister, although I still don't know what that entails," Wes waggled his eyebrows at Soul before leading us through the front door.
"Wes isn't a weapon?" I asked, in a hushed tone.
"Nope, just me," Soul muttered under his breath.
"Out of your whole family?"
"The ones alive at least,"
"Wow...I didn't know that,"
Wes was leading the way through the huge entryway to the back of the house where the living room—or parlor?—was, "Ah, yeah, Souly's kinda the freak of the family. But we are all so proud of our baby Death Scythe!"
He was feigning tears again. Soul shoved his brother, "Piss off!"
"Soul Evans!" cried a shrill voice from inside the parlor, "Watch your tongue! Especially in front of the ladies."
"Toldjah," said Wes.
"Shut up," Soul snarled under his breath before plastering on a smile for the woman coming towards him with wide open arms, "Mom!"
"Soul, I've missed you so—Is it okay to touch you now?" she hesitated, withering a bit.
Soul rolled his eyes, "Yes, it's fine. I'm cured."
"Oh, good," she wrapped him in a hug that looked like it folded Soul like a piece of paper, "Those vaccines were just awful. I've told you a thousand times to be careful at work, but do you listen? No."
"I know. Sorry, mom," Soul choked out. His mom let go and he gasped for air.
"This must be Y/N,"
"It's nice to meet y—" I was cut off by a crushing hug that deflated my lungs.
Finally, she pulled back, holding me at arms length, "So pretty and I love your outfit."
"Thank you, ma'am,"
She fluttered her hands at the three of us, "Now let's not stand in the doorway. Let's all sit down and Y/N, you can tell us all about yourself."
Yay.