"Soul! Get down here!" the harsh female voice travelled up the stairs and into his room, where he was planning to hide-out for the remainder of his rehearsal. 'If I stay very quiet, maybe she will go away.' Soul thought as he lay on his bed, face in the pillows. Staying in the same position he listened for further instructions, when none came he relaxed a bit.

Soul waited in the silence of his room, pretending not to exist. The tap of heels on a wooden floor distracted him. 'Oh god, no' he thought. The door to his room swung open to reveal a tall woman in a grey trouser suit and black heels, she wore a bitter expression and stared at Soul with hostility.

"Soul, return to the music room now." She said in a strained voice.

"I finished the song didn't I? That was all you wanted." he retorted, face still in the pillow. "Your brother is waiting for you, and your father, get down there now!" she yelled. "Fine, I'll go, mum." He hissed.

Sitting up from the bed, he sighed with exaggerated exasperation. Shoving his hands into his trousers, he pushed past his mother and into the hall way. She closed the door behind them and followed Soul to the music room. A thick silence enveloped the mother and child as they made their way to the room. "Soul, stop slouching" she said in a clipped voice. He just shrugged and continued to walk on.

They reached the large double doors of the music room and entered. Wes, the musical prodigy was standing in the centre playing his violin with an accuracy few could match. Their father was sitting on the sofa in front him, eyes shut, bobbing his head along with the music. Their mother cleared her throat, Wes stopped playing and their father turned his head. Another long silence fell over the room. "Glad to see you have come around, go back to the piano" Soul's father spoke in practiced affection, but Soul could hear the underlying tension. He sauntered over to the grand piano in the corner of the room, being sure to scuff his feet on the way there. Plopping down on the seat, he tucked himself in and wordlessly prepared to play. "Good, now from the top" his father spoke again. "And properly this time" his mother warned.

Wes put his instrument to his shoulder again and began to play. Soul counted the beats and began to play his intro, moving his fingers across the keys with ease. "It's still not right" his father mused. That was the last straw for Soul; he slammed his hands down on the keys and stood up with such speed that the chair fell back. "You know what? If you want perfection why don't you get Wes to do it!? He is the golden child after all!" he yelled. He let his anger leave his body, and stared around the room at his family, they all wore horrified expressions, and all were speechless. "What's wrong!? Cat got your tongue!? You haven't anything to say about my behaviour now!?"

"Um, Soul?" Wes was the first to speak.

"WHAT!?"

"L-look at your arm" Soul glanced down to his left arm. A red and black blade was in place of where his arm usually was. He had heard of the weapons and meisters and always admired what they do; he never thought he would be part of that. "Soul, change your arm back now!" his mother said in a timid voice. "I-I don't know how" he admitted. He tried to will his arm back to normal, which seemed to work. Now back to his normal self, he was sat down on the sofa, with the rest of the family looking down at him. "Guess we will have to enrol you in Shibusen"

Standing at the large wooden door of his house, Soul said his good-byes to his family, excited to leave this place and his old life behind him. Kitted out in new clothes that he knew his family hated, he lifted his suitcase and made his way down the stairs, towards his car and chauffeur. Opening the door, he took one last look at his old home. "DWMA here I come" he said before ducking his head into the car.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed :)