YOU WANTED IT! AND YOUR GONNA GET IT!

HEEEERRRRRREEESSSSSS YOUR

FLUFFY ENDING!

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(Soul POV)

I starightened my black tie around my neck. Today was the day! The party, the dance, the proposel. I glanced at the small red velvet box on my desk. The plan had gone perfectly; when the party was aranged I (barely) managed to contain my excitement until I reached the saftey of my room. Cool guys dont normally dance, but...what the hell? Maka's gonna be my fiance! I smile at my relection in the mirror. A blood-red shirt with a black bow and matching black dress pants and shined-shoes.

"It's all perfect. Maka will probably look stunning." I drooled at the thought. A knock at the door interrupted my perverted thoughts.

"Soul?" A fimilar white hair poked through my door. I didn't bother smiling, not even a fake one.

"Yes?" I was annoyed. It's his fault that we had to go through all that. He walked in with a small smile and eyes filled with pride.

"Im soo proud of you little brother, I know your not the happiest with me right now...But I wanted to give you my best wishes before the big party." He stood a head taller and gazed straight into my eyes. i couldnt help but smirk a little, i would pay to see his face when he meets my "new" fiance.

"Thank you Wes." I walked around him and walked out the door; but not before grabbing the velvet box and dropping it into my pocket.

---------Time Skip-------

The party was set up in the garden, noble families mingled around the round tables with long white table cloths. Everyone wore white, I was in mostly black and Maka was going to be in a crimson color. I stood along the side, all giddy, the red wine in my glass was vibrating.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all be waiting for. " My mother spoke clearly into the microphone.

"My soon to be daughter-in-law, Maka Shinigami!"

A spot light turned to my girl. I saw every male jaw hit the ground. She looked beautiful. No, gorgeous. Her hair was loosely braided over her shoulder, a red rose was placed at the base. She had a long crimson gown that just touched the floor. It was slit up one side to reveal a long creamy leg. Her sliver heels matched the diamond earrings and necklace. Long white satin gloves covered her arms just past her elbows. As she walked down the stairs people clapped for her. But she didn't even hear them. Her eyes already meet mine, and we were back in our little world saved for the two of us. I only looked away for a second- getting a glimpse of Wes's dumbfound expression- before meeting her eyes again, and making my way through towards her.

(Wes POV)

"That...thats!" I couldn't believe my eyes! It's the maid!!!! Maka! I-i- I didn't know what to-

I watched as soul made his way up to her. A smile made it's way to my lips.

"Well played little brother...well played."

(Maka POV)

Soul...

I could feel tears misting my eyes as my love ran towards me, it took all my self control not to run and fly into his embrace. Liz gave me a quick run down of proper manners, sadly, running was not on that list. We meet at the bottom of the stairs, he took my hand and placed a kiss on the top (lingering longer than it should).

"Shall we dance?" I nodded and allowed him to bring me to the center of the dance floor. Suddenly, I paled.

"I-I-I can't dance!"

Soul sensed my discomfort. He leaned in close to my ear.

"Maka? What's wrong love?" His deep voice rub led with concern.

"I can't dance."

"What will he do? What will he say? I'm going to embarrass us in front of all these rich people! They'll know I'm not upper class!" My whirling mind was pulled to a halt at the sound of his chuckle, rumbling in his chest.

Oh how I missed hearing that.

"Don't worry, I'll lead."

And with that, I was swept across the dance floor by my true love.

(Soul POV)

It's finally happening! All that pain and suffering in my lonely dark world finally sees life with her. With Maka. My Maka. My soon to be fiancé, then wife.
"Maybe even a mother?"
I smiled at the thought of mini-mes running around. I never, not for a million years, ever think about that. But she changed me.
The box weighed in my pocket as a reminder. I had it all planned out, I was ready. The dance ended, we clapped along with the rest of the crowd.

"Maka."

She looked up at me with those eyes, the large emeralds that get more and more beautiful every time I see them. I gave her a smile and nodded away from the crowd. She beamed with happiness and nodded. I entwined her hand with mine, like the missing puzzle piece, and lead her towards the garden. We went to our own secluded part, as shared a passionate kiss. I looked her in the eyes before taking out the box, and getting down on one knee.

"Maka...Will you marry me?"

(Maka POV)
Both my hands covered my mouth as tears misted my eyes. Soul was kneeling down in front of me. His gorgeous liquid crimson eyes swirled with love and happiness. He smiled up at me, the sharp teeth that I adored showed a perfect white; just like his soft hair that he combed for the occasion. I nodded at first, blinking away tears.
"Yes." I mumbled.
"Yes! A thousand times yes! of course I'll marry you Soul!" I threw myself at him. He crashed our lips together.
(Soul POV)
I had to be the happiest man alive. To finally be able to show off my fiancé, my love, to the world. I felt like crying...but that would be uncool. I slipped off her right glove, and gently took her hand.
"Here." I murmured. I took out the ring and slipped it on her finger. Officially claiming her as mine. The ring itself took time to make, but it was beautiful.
It had a large round ruby surrounded by small round emeralds.
"Oh Soul," she pressed her forehead to mine, "it's beautiful!"
"Not a beautiful as you." We smiled and kissed passionately.
She was mine, and I was hers.

And we don't have to hide it anymore...