Id sacrifice anything (soul x Maka)

Alive. Mysterious phone call from Soul's Past?

Kid's POV:

Stein came out of the infirmary, a tired look on his face. "Soul is gonna be fine." he interrupted before Maka could say anything. "But he is going to be Temporarily paralyzed from the waist down." he added, a sad tone in his voice. before he could say anything else, we were already rushing into the room.

we all sat at chairs, anxious to see soul. he was unconscious, but was humming a happy tune. "what's he humming?" Black*star asked, looking over at Stein. "I believe that's a piece by Wes Evans. it's a violin piece from the rising star from the Evans family." Stein said, resting his chin on the back of his chair. "wait, EVANS?!? YOU MEAN THE FAMOUS MUSICAL FAMILY!? THEY'RE MUSIC HAS SUCH GRACE, SUCH ELEGANCE! SUCH SYMMETRY!!" I screamed, jumping up from my chair. "you know a lot about them, don't you?" Liz asked. "of course! they're a very powerful family in Europe. they have two sons and a daughter, but they're youngest son went missing 4 years ago." I said. "he was a pianist, but people thought he was nothing compared to his Brothers music. I think his name was, umm.... Marco. Marco Evans."

Suddenly Soul burst awake, yelling something about Lucifer. 'This guy needs to lay off the supernatural' I thought. "Eh?" He grumbled. 'where am I? how did the mission go? and OOOWWW MY BACK!" he grumbled. Maka hugged him tightly. "don't scare me like that ever again!" she sobbed. I noticed the tint of Pink on his cheeks as he looked down at her. So did Jin, Mako and Black*star, because they smirked at him. he gave them an, 'I'll kill you guys later if you say anything' look.

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Soul POV:

I wheeled into the kitchen. I grabbed the ringing phone and asked, "hello?" a familiar voice replied. "Hello, Marco." my eyes widened. "what the hell do you want." I hissed, adding as much venom to my voice as possible. "is that anyway to speak to your father? anyway, we are coming to death city. we heard about your accident and your mother wants to see if your okay." the man growled. "two things. first you aren't my father, and second, since when the hell do you or Miranda care?" I growled. "Do not call your Mother by her first name, Marco."

"since when are you my parents? I disowned you, remember? and I go by Soul, now." I said in a low whisper. "you ungrateful little bastard. we give you high class education, we gave you a roof and food. we gave you music Lessons. and you repay us by running away?" he yelled.

"OH REALLY? since when did you treat me like a human being? you forced me into things I didn't care about, brutally punished me and you always talk about how I'm a disgrace to the family, and compare me to Wes and Anna! so tell me, is that how you treat your son?!?!?" I nearly shouted. "Soul?" Maka asked from her room. "who are you talking to?" She asked. "Nobody!" I yelled back. "okay Richard, I don't care about you, or Miranda, or Wes or Anna. those spoiled siblings of mine treated me as bad as you did, actually worse. so I left. simple as that. and IT. IS. SOUL." I growled, my voice getting louder with every word. I slammed the phone back on its holder. Maka! I'm going over to Kid's place!" I screamed. "Ok!" she called back. I wheeled over into my room, and put on a black shirt. I grabbed my red plaid shirt and put it on over my shirt, leaving it unbuttoned. I was already in my jeans and black converse, so I wheeled out the door.

I arrived at kid's place, where him, Black*Star, Jin and Mako were sitting on the couch. Jin was smiling, so I was guessing he was Sassy, or Kat. I'm still getting used to his sides. Kid went behind my wheel chair, and wheeled me into the house, setting me by the couch. he ran upstairs and came back down with both girls being dragged along. "sorry, but you can't stay. go over with Tsubaki and Maka or something." Kid said, shoving them out the door. "Goodbye!" he yelled, slamming the door on to confused sandy blonde girls. "Ok spill, we need to know, have you told her yet?" Mako asked. I sighed. "no."

"WHAT! HOW DARE YOU! BUT MY OTP! ASK HER TOMORROW OR ELSE I WILL KILL YOU!" Jin yelled. Kat. definitely Kat. "It's hard with her blaming herself for what happened. she can barely look at me without going all sad." I grumbled. "well, on the bright side, ummmm... help me out here guys." Mako said awkwardly. "well at least your not dead!" Kat cheered. he closed his eyes and his expression faded into a neutral face. he opened his eyes again to have them back to looking less cheerful and more shy. "well not yet..." i grumbled quietly, hoping they wouldn't hear me. Unfortunately, Black*Star heard me. "what do you mean?" he asked.

They all stared at me intently, waiting for me to do something. "Uuummmm, weeelllll, ya see, I kinda," I sighed. "Your not gonna let me out of this, are you?"

"Nope!" They said in unison. I sighed again. "well let me explain."

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"I was 11 when I left. I was the youngest of me and my siblings. I had a brother and a sister. they always bullied me for not being as talented as they were. One day, I lost it. they had pushed me completely over the edge. my arm had turned into scythe. that's when I learned I was a weapon. My siblings were horrified. you'd think they'd stop bullying me after they found out I could turn into a weapon, right? they'd be amazed and started being nice to me? wrong. they made fun of me more, and started calling me a freak. my parents actually agreed with them, and said it. TO MY FACE. but that's not the worst part.

Once, I officially snapped, I attacked my brother, and right before I could kill the bastard, my parents came in. my dad pulled a gun on me. He told me to let go of my brother and apologize, then go to my room. he acted like this was common for me, witch only made me feel more like a freak.

So I decided to leave on my 12th birthday. that's the day I'm neglected. my only present was to not be made fun of, to be ignored. so I walked out the front door. by the gate, was my brother. He asked, "your leaving?"

"Yes."

"Well, head to death city. there are more freaks like you."

I started walking but then he said something that shocked me. "Stay alive, little brother."

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They stared at me all through out the story. "what were your siblings names?" Kid asked. "My sisters name was Anna, my brothers name was Wes, and my name, the name I had before I changed it, was Marco. Marco Evans." they gaped at me, completely shocked. "You mean your part of the Evans family?" Kid asked. "yep." "well, what's Richard Evans' greatest hi-" "Red doors of death. a saxophone piece." I grumbled . "what's Anna Evans' song that made a room full of 1 thousand men cr-" "when the wind comes home." I cut him off again. "Okay. your part of the Evans family." he said. "well what does this have to do with you not being dead yet?" Black*star asked. "well, my family is coming for a visit."