My Treasure- The Hell Of It All

Hello guys, remember this story? I'm sure you do well, I'm recreating it and its going to

be bigger and better than the first time. I would Like to dedicate this Story to

Cloud Weaver! Happy birthday Buddy! I hope you enjoy it!

Soul always thought his life was nothing but a bung of hell. In his life it wasn't a walk in a park just like any other persons life would be. He puts up with more stuff than one could imagine, like his family for instance. He always thought of his family as worthless people that shouldn't even be aloud to exist.

It's a harsh thing to think about your own family isn't it? It doesn't really matter to him because he didn't care about them one bit, not even a little bit if you payed him to care it wouldn't happen.

Let's just say that his family expects more from Soul than they do anything or anyone else. He had to be the one to represent the Evans family. He had to be the one to understand order and obedience. He was the one that had to make his family's name known across the world.

"Soul!

He ignores the calling of his name, he didn't feel like dealing with his mothers shit right now. There was just to much to think about, everything that was going on inside his head, all the thoughts and such. He hopes for it to block out all the nagging from his mother, the yelling from his father, and mainly the cockiness of his brother Wes.

Soul's breath was visible to the cold air outside, of course he wasn't standing outside what kind of moron would stand outside in a damn blizzard? He was just hanging out on the balcony, watching numerous cars pass, some rich kids from down the road laugh it up with each other.

Yes life was indeed good." Soul Evans, if I have to call you one more time!" Her voice boomed from the bottom of the stairs. Again just like the first time he completely ignored his mothers calls. Soon his father would be up to lecture him on how he is supposed to listen when his mother calls on him.

The thing is, she isn't his mother at all. She called herself that, but Soul knew that wasn't the truth considering his and Wes actual mother died in a plane crash about seven years ago.

He could hear her foot steps booming up each step and it only grew louder, but he didn't move. He didn't say a word he only gave out another small sigh, running his hand through his thick white hair before turning around and meeting pissed off angry brown eyes.

"Can I help you?" He said in a very bored tone which only made her furious. He didn't care though, she gave him a glare grabbing him by the arm and leading him back inside out of the cold weather. She slammed the balcony doors shut and locked it meeting his gaze once again, she wasn't happy that he knew.

"Yes, actually Soul you can help me, by listing when I call for you!" She screamed. She was acting like a total baby, stumping her foot as she continued to lecture him. He only rolled his eyes and laying down on his bed."What do you want besides me practicing that damn piano every other minute?" He snickered.

"Soul, its not much what I want...it's your responsibility! You represent this family." She snapped. He only gave her a small glance, rolling his eyes again. She was really starting to piss him off. That's the only thing she ever really says to him, she never stops by or calls him down stairs to have a friendly conversation.

No.

The only reason she ever needs him, is so that he can play that damn piano."You say responsibility..I say bullshit!" He scoffed, rolling off his bed and opening his dresser pulling out a pair of shinny silver keys.

"How dare you speak to your mother like that!" She cried out, as Soul was ignoring her wines and walking right past her. He started opening his door, but before he went completely out he only looked at her in disgust.

"Your not my mother Anna...your just another lucky girl that was fooled." He smirked and shut the door before she could say anything. She only stood there dumbfounded by his words, she didn't understand what he meant by that at all.

Soul wasn't lying about what he said to her about being fooled, his father was that type of a guy who would marry and get divorced constantly. It didn't bother Wes as much as it bothered Soul though and that ticked him off even more. He forcefully didn't care, slammed the door behind him as he made his way into the cold.

He headed down the road hoping to get some fresh air and maybe cool down a little bit. He could hear his so called mother rushing down the stairs and opening the front door, before calling him over and over.

"Soul!"

Just like any other time...he ignored her calls and kept on walking.

A/n: Happy Birthday Cloud Weaver!

The good news is that My Treasure is back! The bad news is that all the chapters will be short. There will be not long chapters, because most of you know the story already, besides I have yet more to come! I 'm working on all the other stories at the same time!

-Soulkitten

Maka: Were back!

Soul: And better than ever!

Soukitten: Till next time kitten!