Maka's POV
Another mission, this time at a music hall in Italy. Using my Soul perception I saw 3 corrupted souls in the alley of the music hall. "Soul transform! They're here," I commanded. Soul changed into weapon form saying, "Alright Maka! Hurry up I'm starving!" Creeping my way around the wall I saw three humanoid creatures, with long talons and spikes coming out of their backs. Definitely not some of the prettier corrupted humans. Dashing out to them with Soul raised over my head we shouted in unison, "Soul resonance!" And then I swung the scythe, cutting them all in half. They exploded into black smoke and all that was left behind were three floating souls. Soul switched back to human form and grinning he said, "Piece of cake! Now it's time to snack!" I rolled my eyes at his enthusiasm. Just then a tall young man with white hair walked out of a side door into the alleyway, his long tan fingers typing on his phone. Something was oddly familiar about him. Soul, still with his back turned said, "Ok Maka I'm ready, let's go." At his words the man whipped his head up, realizing he wasn't alone. With a haunted expression on his face the man then spoke, "Seth! Is that you? Soul!" Soul stood frozen and then slowly turned to face him. "W-Wes?" Soul stammered as he took a step back. Soul's face became an unreadable mask. Who is this person?
Soul's POV
"Maka! We're leaving!" I demanded. Oh Death. With all the places in the world I never expected to encounter him. I had a feeling it was a bad idea to go on this mission. "But Soul, this person obviously wants to talk to you! That's so rude! Do you want a Maka chop?" She threatened. I grimaced. Those hurt so fucking bad. Although maybe it's worth the risk.. But then I remembered what I said to Maka a year ago. "It's thanks to you Maka that I stopped running away." I sighed, "Dammit Maka!" I then met the gaze of my brother for the first time in 6 years. "Maka, this is my brother Wes, Wes, this is my friend Maka." I offered. Maka's jaw dropped in complete shock. I couldn't help not to snicker. It was pretty funny. Wes smiled and stuck out his hand for Maka to shake. She recovered slightly and shook his hand. Wes then abruptly turned toward me and suddenly his arms were around me in a bone crushing hug. "I've missed you brother," he whispered. "H-hugging isn't cool," I muttered. There was no way I would admit that I missed him too. Then he would get ideas. He pulled back from me but his hands gripped my shoulders tightly. Eyeing me over he drawled, "Wow. Is this real? Are you really my little brother?" "Yes Wes. It's me," I promised. "I have so many questions. Where have you been all these years? What have you been doing? Didn't you realize how worried all of us were? You left us with nothing but a note!" Wes exclaimed in a rush. "Hey slow down! And Mom and Dad were not worried about me! They were just concerned about how me running away affected their reputation," I stated with slight anger.
"So? Gram cared! I cared! We both still care! You could've sent some kind of message to ease our worries, but no! We've been completely in the dark for six years! Not knowing if you were ok, or even alive..." Wes's voice cracked at the end. My eyes widened. I hadn't realized they had cared that much. I though Wes had moved on, with all those magazines and newspapers saying "The Evans produce yet another musical prodigy" and "Wes Evans world tour". "I-I'm sorry," I whispered. Wes looked like he was about to speak when Maka's phone blared loudly. "Sorry!" She squeaked. And then, "Hello? Oh, Kid! I mean Lord Shinigami! What's up? ... Um Ya we finished but... Ok we're on our way," Maka hung up. Kid? Why is he calling? He was supposed to wait for our mirror message. "Soul, I'm sorry to break up your reunion but we need to leave. Like right now," Maka announced. "Soul! You're leaving already? And did she say Shinigami? Never mind. Give me your number! This cannot be it. Not after I just found you, I deserve answers," Wes said stubbornly. I sighed and tossed him my phone and in return he gave me his. We traded numbers and then Maka and I ran off. She stuck her hand out for me to transform but I shook my head. We were still in Wes's line of vision. She gave me a confused look. "Maka as much as you want us to hold hands, it's not gonna happen," I smirked. I'm not gonna miss a good opportunity to piss her off. She glared at me. "Makaa Chop!" She shouted as she brought down a decent sized book on my head. "Ahhhhh! That hurt! Where did that book even come from?" I agonized. She smiled as we continued down the street, "I have my tricks." She stuck her hand out again and this time I complied. Shifting into scythe form I landed in her grasp, wings sprouting from my shaft. Maka hopped on and then we were flying towards home.
Wes's POV
I stared at the two teens backs as they raced out of the alley. I can't believe it. I really just saw Soul. And I got his number! I can't wait to tell everyone! Gram will be so happy. I definitely have to try to make plans to meet him somewhere. I wonder where he lives. I don't think he's been living in Italy. Not his style. Thoughts continued to swirl in my mind as I headed back into the Music Hall. This was my last performance before I headed back to America. Just before I closed the door behind me I caught sight of a strange object flying in the sky. Hmm maybe a bird.