SoMa One-Shots

A promise made

This wasn't the first time "Maka's boys" went out to eat; but it was the first time she wouldn't be there to mediate.
"You sure you don't want me to come?" Maka looked back at her weapon from over her shoulder. The boy in question glanced rapidly at her before glancing off to the side, fixing the items in the inside pocket of his jacket,
"Didn't I tell you not to worry about it? We made a truce a while back after he let me date you..." he tried to play off his pink cheeks with a stubborn eye roll paired with a 'tsk'. The miester just laughed and turned back to her boiling pasta, "whatever, just know I'm not coming to save you if he decides to cut off your limbs."
Soul walked over and placed a kiss on the crown of her head, "you're the best, angel," before grabbing his keys and speeding off towards Spirit and the sports pub.
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The bar was a small restaurant sitting on a street corner, complete with flashing signs and wooden floors. The young deathscythe liked the place because there was always people, but never too many, so it was easy to blend in the background; not to mention the owner let him park his bike in a narrow alley-way next to the establishment. Walking in, the place was mostly dark since it was dinner time, a pool table stood to the left corner in front of a couple of electronic gambling games placed along the wall. To his immediate right was a small narrow table placed high along the window paired with bar stools, in the canter of the right wall was the one and only alcohol bar surrounding the various bottles of colored liquor. In between was a dart game. The back wall had the kitchen door and a couple of booths. A head of red hair sat in one of the booths placed along the left wall; tucked away in the back corner.
Spirit didn't look up when the younger weapon sat down, choosing instead to finish off his stuffed potato skins. He had to give the man some credit, waiting patiently for him to order a glass of water before speaking. Deathscythe leaned back as his plate was taken, sizing him up as he always did. After a couple beats of silence, his voice came out imploring,
"So...? Is there a reason you asked me to come out here on my day off?"
Well, Soul didn't expect to avoid his gaze and sip on his water forever. Okay, Okay... Where to start? He wished there was an easier way. Soul mimicked the older weapons posture but softened is look and tone,
"Tell me... your thoughts on my relationship with your daughter. The truth, Spirit."
For once, the man's response wasn't animated, instead he simply narrowed his eyes,
"What are you talking about? I already gave you my blessing."
"Just because you approved doesn't mean you like it."
The wide-eye expression wasn't anything new to Soul; in fact he often received this when the subject was him and Maka (that or a glare). Soul watched the mans expression carefully as it molded into one of thought. After a pause Spirit focused his eyes again,
"Is that what you wanted to ask me?" Turns out Stien isn't the only brains in the operation. His question however, was meet by the sound of slurping water and the imploring red eyes. The older man let out a sigh,
"In truth, I envy it."
Not expecting such an answer, Soul ended up having to hack water out of his lungs. Spirit waited for the younger weapon's sputtering to die down before continuing,
"Maka isn't the only one comparing the past to the present... I know my own kind...I often look for certain similarities."
Soul nearly rolled his eyes: he made it sound like it was some big secret, as if the whole world wasn't aware of the man's suspicions.
"I'm not like you. I would never-" Soul's repeated declaration was stopped by a hand being held up by the man across the table,
"I know, I wouldn't have let you date her if you did. I know. My Kind."
After Soul had simmered down and muttered an apology for interrupting, Spirit continued,
"The fact is: Our love was.....immature. I wasn't well thought through, we were young, and Maka just happened to be a byproduct that sealed the deal. Remember weren't together long at all and our partnership was just as new and unstable as our relationship."
The eyes where a clear and honest blue,
"Your love is deeper, it's true. You make promises to her and you keep them because they mean a lot to you. She means a lot to you."
"Everything."
"Above all, you're her partner, you put her above yourself, and want nothing more than her safety and happiness."
With a smile the man swooned, "And my dear baby angel's heart~"
Soul grimaced slightly before shifting to dig in his back pocket,
"I'm glad you think that cause I made a promise to her a while ago, one I hope to keep" Spirit's eyes widened at the object set carefully on the table,
"Maka's 18th birthday is coming up and I uhhhh" Soul coughed at Spirit's expression as he stared at the velvet box, "needed your blessing,"
Red and blue connected as the young weapon asked deathscythe,
"for your daughter's hand in marriage."