Heart and Soul (Soul Eater X Reader)

Chapter 17

                 Mrs. Evans and the guys led me to the two couches the family had been sitting on in the center of the room. Already sitting there was an older man and a woman just a little older than me.
"This is my husband, Souls father and Wes' wife Crystal," said Mrs. Evans. Mr. Evans and his son greeted each other much more reserved than mother and son, and he gave me a curt nod.
I sat between Soul and Crystal, her and I giving each other quiet, polite greetings. She was dressed just as feminine as me, but unlike me, seemed comfortable and at home like this.
"Would you like some tea?" Mrs. Evans asked.
"Sure," I barely got the word out before she was bombarding me with more questions,
"What do you do?"
I furrowed my brow, thinking that was obvious, "I'm a weapons Meister, ma'am."
She clicked her tongue almost in disapproval, "I see. How long have you been doing that?"
"I was just a year behind Soul,"
She asked a bit more about work, not seeming to like my answers very much though. I kept glancing at Soul out the corner of my eye. He looked as tense as I felt, but not upset so that was good I guess.
"What about your parents?" Mrs. Evans asked, changing the subject abruptly.
"I don't have parents, " I said, and the whole room froze.
Mrs. Evans frowned after an excruciatingly long moment, "No parents?"
"Er...no, I was in the foster care system until I started at the DWMA as an emancipated minor. My partner Ruby though, her parents kind of became my parental figures,"
I tried to ignore Soul now staring at me. I hadn't told him any of this yet. This led Mrs. Evans to start asking about Ruby. Somehow the idea of a girl who could turn into a multitude of guns seemed to strike her as rather scandalous—hypocritical, considering her son could turn into a scythe.
"What about your hobbies?"
"I like to read and write, draw, and I love music,"
"Music? Oh, has Soul played for you yet? Isn't he wonderful?" she continued without waiting for my answer.
"Mom..." Soul moaned, turning red. I giggled and grabbed his arm,
"Yes and he is. That's how I fell for him, really."
"I told you, man, women love to be serenaded," Wes laughed.
"I didn't...I wasn't..." Soul stammered, but was cut off by his mother,
"Why don't you two play for us?"
"No, Mom, I don't think—"
"Great idea!" Wes jumped up, "I'll go get my violin!"
Soul stood up, grumbling like a kid who was told to do his chores, but his face softened as he stepped up to the baby grand nearby, almost with more tenderness in his expression than when he saw the house itself. He ran his hand across the polished black wood and murmured something to it.
"Wes plays violin?" I asked, as the older brother returned with a small case.
"Well, yes, we all play music—Did Soul not tell you?" Mrs. Evans balked, before turning to her son, "You didn't tell her?"
Soul cast me an embarrassed and apologetic look, "It never came up."
"Tell me what?"
"We're all classically trained musicians, dear," she gestured to the mantle where a number of trophies were crammed.
"Wow, those are all yours?"
"Yes, some are the whole family, a few are just mine—these ones are Souls and those are Wes',"
"That's so cool," I grinned at Soul, but my boyfriend was beet red now.
He was distracted by Wes leaning over, his bow and violin in each hand. The brothers murmured to each other for a moment, then Soul nodded and turned to the keys. Wes was the one to count them in and the music started.
I'd never heard Soul play classical. It was beautiful of course along with the violin, but it didn't sound like Soul, still to be polite I sighed to Mrs. Evans,
"They sound beautiful."
"I know. Wes and Soul grew up playing together. I'd hoped Soul would choose music for a career like the rest of us, but he chose to run off to DWMA. I still hope he'll give up this whole Death Scythe thing someday," she was talking to me as if conspiratorially, but she had to know Soul was still close enough to hear and didn't lower her voice nearly enough.
"Souls an excellent Death Scythe too though!" I spoke up, "He's brave and—"
"Oh, don't misunderstand me, Y/N, please. We're so proud of him. But it's such dangerous work, you can't blame a mother for worrying about her son,"
I smiled, good-naturedly, deciding to let it go, "Of course not."

The guys played a couple more songs, before a woman poked her head in, "Dinners ready."
"Thank you," Mrs. Evans said, before turning to me, "We have a private chef most days. Usually she takes the weekend off, but we're paying her extra since we have guests."
"Wow, lucky us," I said, hoping my voice sounded chipper enough. I stood up and came behind Soul, rubbing his shoulders, "You two sounded great." When his family were filtering through the door and were out of earshot, I continued,
"I don't know if your mom likes me very much."
He put one hand over mine and tipped his head back to look at me, "Don't worry. You're doing great."
We caught up to the others, me hanging onto Souls arm and laughing, Soul pulling out my chair.
Doing great.
"You haven't told us how you two met," Crystal said to me as we all settled in, "Did you know each other at school?"
"At school, no. We met through work," I squeezed Souls hand and cast him a loving gaze, "Soul was such a gentleman and he was so charming and brave. I was smitten—it was love at first sight."
"How lovely!" said Mrs. Evans, and Crystal echoed it,
"That's so romantic."
When his family was no longer looking, Soul made a face at me. I made a face back, sticking out my tongue.
Doing great.