Soul X Maka: Please Keep Loving Me

What Happened To Soul

Soul POV

"Leave! Maka go now!" I scream.

"But-" maka starts

"Now!" I scream louder. Maka picks mia up and runs.

"Father?" I ask trying to hide my fear.

"Soul Evans!" He pulls off his hood. "Or should I say soul eater? Long Time no see buddy!"

"Don't say my name! Don't call me buddy!" I snap at him. He frowns

"After all this time, this is how you treat your old pa?"

"Your a terrible father."

"How rude, is that why you changed your name?"

"Shut up!"

"Why did you kill your brother?"

"shut up! Now!" I scream. Father laughs.

"I know everything! Even the little things!"

"What do you what from me?!"

"I want you dead! You got me in jail! You killed my son!" He screams at me and laughs." We never liked you! You were a disgrace! You didn't follow in our footsteps! We were so famous! But after you, people hated us. Because of you! You killed the son we loved and wanted!" He pointed the gun to me. And shot.

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I wake up in a room that I remembered. My old room. I stood up. I felt pain in my side. I looked down. There was a bandage where father shot me. I am wearing a black tuxedo with a red shirt and black tie. I walk to the door. I try to open it but its locked. I walk to the window across the room. I try to open it but its also locked. I look at the piano in the corner of the room. There is a note on it.

Mia is fine. She will be taking violin lessons in weses old room. If you want to see her then make yourself useful and learn to play right.
~mommy :)

My mom was always nicer. She is probably the reason I'm alive. The reason why mia is alive. And I know maka is alive. But I need to find mia and maka. But I can't leave. I walk over to the door and bang on it. I hear footsteps. They are unlocking the door. I step back. Its father. There are two people behind him.

"Were is my daughter?!"

"Oh my granddaughter?" He smirks. "She is in weses room. Leading to play the violin. Do you know how upsetting it is that your own son doesn't tell you that you have a grandchild?"

"What are you doing with her?" My father laughs. He waves his hands to motion his guards to come in. They shut the door and lock it.

"No need boys! He ain't going no where." They unlock it and sit down in a chair across the room. I sit too.

"Since you took one of my violinists, I thought you could give me one also. Its a fair trade. You took my child, I take yours. She will be earning money for us."

"Is that all that you want from us. Is money?!" I yell. My father smiles.

"Precisely. The only reason your not dead is because of your mother. Can't seem to kill anyone. Even the one who killed her child. Your mother wanted you alive, so I might as well put you to use. You play the piano right. So we can earn our money you owe and you can live. Win, win. And if you play wrong. You die." My father smiles.

"Where is maka?"

"Why you are only thinking of your family, how nice!"

"Yeah something you never did!" I growl. My father glares.

"I thought you two broke up? Why do you still care?" He looks at me with a disgusting smirk. "Ah, your still in love! Well as I said your mom can't kill anyone so, she is probably in a hospital in Nevada. Your damn mother! If we get caught it will be your mothers doing! But no worries! We are far away and I sent someone to deal with that pest. Only the greatest hit man!" He laughs to himself.

"Get out!" I yell. He smiles. He stands up.

"Get to work." He leaves. I walk over to the piano.

"Well I can't do anything else. Maka is going to had to handle this herself. But death can surely help. I have hope in her. Hang in there mia. Mamas coming." I sit down and start playing.