Heart and Soul (Soul Eater X Reader)

Chapter 19

No Ones POV
            That evening people started pouring into the Evans house. Wes and Soul watched from the entryway, waiting for the women. Crystal came down first in a jade green dress and her hair piled on her head. Her husband kissed her hand,
"You look radiant."
"Thank you. Good evening, Soul,"
"Evening," Soul went back to humming along with the song seeping through the ballroom doors and tapping his foot.
Crystal gave a conspiratorial grin to Wes, before dragging him towards the ballroom, "Come on."
She called back to Soul, "See you in there, Soul!"
"Yep,"
Soul stood by himself for another minute, when he sensed someone standing behind him at the top of the stairs, heard gentle footsteps on the marble above him. He turned around.
There stood Y/N in a black strapless dress. The skirt touched the floor with a deep slit up one side, revealing strappy heels. Souls jaw dropped and his eyes were the size of dinner plates. She took the steps down to him, until she stood one step above him, clearly waiting for him to say something, but his mouth was dry and his mind had forgotten what words were. What did Wes say to Crystal?
No, that didn't fit Y/N and it wasn't him. Instead he cleared his throat, trying to recompose himself.
"I thought I told you I don't care about all this glam stuff,"
"Well, you saying that made me just want to look good for you more,"
"Really?...Well...you do look incredible,"
"You look great too," she took in his black suit with the red button down underneath, before holding out her hand, "Shall we?"
Soul held out his arm and she placed her wrist in the crook of his elbow, "This is going to suck, you know that? I could always just take you back upstairs and take that dress back off..."
Y/N giggled and slapped his arm, right before he opened the ballroom doors.
The ballroom was a long room that spanned most of the back of the house, with a high ceiling and floor to ceiling windows. Y/N grinned to herself at the thought of how ecstatic Kid would be to see the perfectly symmetrical windows. The room was already filled with guests of varying ages, standing and talking, dancing to the music from the live band, or stocking up at the buffet table along the far wall.
"Soul? Soul Evans?" said a voice to their right. A tall man in his twenties with dark hair, "I haven't seen you in years."
Soul narrowed his crimson eyes, "Josh Preston?"
The man scoffed, "Josh was a chubby thirteen year old. It's JoshUA now. Are you still living downtown as a...Ah...Death Scythe? You still go by that nickname—What was it?"
"Soul Eater. And yes," Soul said between his teeth which he formed into something like a smile. Him and Y/N stepped over to the table where Joshua and a couple other twenty-something's stood.
Joshua laughed, "Yeah, that's it. You playing tonight?"
"'Fraid not. I have a date to entertain," he gestured to Y/N.
"I see," Joshua looked her up and down as if just realizing she stood there, "You haven't introduced us. Has living in the inner-city corroded your manners that much, Soul?"
Y/N stepped forward, "He doesn't need to introduce me. I can introduce myself—it's Y/N."
She stuck out a hand. Joshua took it and she began to give a hearty shake, but he brought her hand up to his mouth, kissing her knuckles. Y/N yanked back, startled.
Soul put a protective arm around her, "Excuse us, Joshua. We'll talk to you later."
Without waiting for an answer, he led Y/N away. They headed in the direction of the buffet table, Soul stopping to snatch a couple of glasses of champagne from a young man carrying a tray of them around the room. He handed one to Y/N, muttering in a mocking voice,
"It's JoshUA now...Psh, he was always such a mouth-breather."
She giggled and rubbed his arm, "Shh," before tipping a bit of champagne into her mouth.
They were filling up plates of food, when Wes called them from his table, "Soul! Y/N!—Wow, Y/N, you look amazing!"
"Thanks, Wes!" she said as Crystal crooned,
"Doesn't she?! I picked out the dress and did her makeup and hair!"
"Come over here you two!" Wes continued, "Look who it is!"
Standing at the same table as the two were a few more young adults. But the sight of them made Soul beam and they all exclaimed when he came over,
"Hey, Soul!"
"Long time no see! How've you been?!"
"I hear you're a Death Scythe. You have to tell us about that."

My POV:
Not all of Souls old friends were douchebags. We told stories back and forth of our adventures and they laughed and gasped along with us. They asked about me and seemed excited about the thought of being a meister.
"How thrilling!" said the woman next to Crystal, "My mother would kill me if I tried fighting a witch!"
"Well, I don't have one of those," I muttered, before continuing louder, "I've been training for a long time, so I'm well equipped to take on a witch."
She asked about school, and I was explaining the DWMA when Crystal interrupted, "Ooh! Sorry to interrupt, but I love this song!Let's dance, Wes!"
They took off toward the center of the room, as did another couple, "We'll go too!"
Soul turned to me, "Do you want to dance?"
I shrugged, nervously scanning the other couples, "I don't know how."
"It's really easy, you just have to follow my lead. You gotta be better than Maka, she always steps on my feet and tries to take the lead,"
I nodded, nervously, "Yeah, okay."
He led me by the hand to an empty space near the center of the room. I felt more than few eyes on us, notably Mrs. Evans, as Soul put one arm around my waist and took my opposite hand.
"See? You're a natural!" he grinned after a couple minutes of swaying.
"This is easy," I smiled back, before letting out a small squeal as Soul spun me.
When I returned to him, I put my arms around his shoulders and laid my head on his chest. Now, this was perfect—Souls tight hold on my waist, the gentle, steady swaying, the sound of Souls heartbeat. It was enough to drift off to sleep to. But I lifted my head again. He looked as content as I felt and kissed me lightly.
I brought my mouth to Souls ear, whispering, "I love you."
He jerked back slightly, looking me in the eye, and stopped moving entirely.
"What is it?"
"Nothing. I-I love you too,"
"But?"
"No buts? I love you. We're just moving really fast, don't you think? Meeting my parents, now we're saying I love you for the first time,"
"I know...but somehow it doesn't feel fast. I don't know why, but I feel like I've known you my whole life. Is that weird?"
"Y/N—"
"Sh,"
"No, I'm saying—"
"Sh," I said again, pushing my finger against his lips, "Do you hear that?"
Without waiting for an answer, I pushed my way through the crowd until I reached the band, "Stop playing!"
"Yeah, right, lady!"
Soul had caught on and rushed up beside me, "You heard the lady, stop playing!"
The music screeched to a halt. The ballroom filled with grumbling and complaints, but I could hear it clearly now—footsteps—big ones. I met eyes with Souls, and his were huge. We both screamed at the same time,
"EVERYONE GET DOWN!"