"Maka-chan?" Blair poked her owner with a small paw. "Maka-chan, wake up." The girl rolled over and blinked sluggishly at the cat. With a poof of smoke, Blair was human, clad in a long nightgown. "Soul-kun locked his bedroom door." As a creature of the night, Blair was often awake when her owners were sleeping. She liked to pad from one room to the other, sleeping for short times in each. It reassured the growing 'Mother' feeling she was developing for both of them. Soul having his door locked really bothered her.
The meister grunted and felt around for her partner's wavelength. The faint hum that radiated shook her awake. Soul's wavelength was never this quiet except when he was having his 'alone time.' It was naturally louder so the faint hum came from him purposely beating it back. This got her curious. Maka was a bit too innocent to think he could possibly be up for 'physical reasons.' So she slid out of her bed as Blair slid under the covers, and made her way to Soul's room.
Maka leaned against the door and knocked a few times. She heard her partner groan and something like "Go away." Ever the persist one, she huffed and told him she was going to pick the lock and come in. Picking the lock was pretty easy and something she had to do often. Blair liked to accidentally get locked in random rooms. She shrugged the door open and could barely make out Soul silhouetted in the corner of his room. "Soul?" He didn't make any move to really acknowledge her except his hand moving to the side of his head then out to her. Maka tilted her head until she realized he was holding out one of his headphones.
She gingerly took it from his hand before sitting next to him on the bed. She knew Soul liked older music like jazz but classical never really seemed to suit him. Obviously she was stunned when she heard the haunting melody of a cello. Slowly, she turned to look at her partner but he was looking out the window. "What's wrong?" The weapon turned to her and shook his head. She almost missed the slightly darker line running down his left cheek. The girl watched her partner's face twist in pain as the most beautiful sound met her ears. The voice was nothing short of angelic and it made Maka feel as if her heart was breaking and being put back together all at once.
"That's my parents. My mom was a singer and my dad was a cellist. I never told you about them, did I?"
AN: This one here is a three-parter. Um, it's about Soul's parents, Wes, and his grandma. Next chapter is from Soul's daddy's POV. Feel free to suggest names for him and Soul's mommy because I can't think of any for them. Bah, this story is sad. The whole thing. There is no happy in it at all. Well there is but the sad is more than the happy. I'll be updating the rest of my stories when I don't have a fever. Its 82 in my room and I'm wearing a long sleeved shirt, two pairs of socks, pants and am under a comforter. There is something wrong with me.
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