Brief Commentary:
Ah well, this whole story is going to be redone. So that I can keep up with Ookubo, I'm reorganizing all the chapters, and everything is going to be very, very different (evidently the Evans don't find out that they are a family of weapons until quite sometime after Soul is born). Some things will remain the same until Ookubo provides with information saying otherwise. And for now, Soul's older brother will be named as "Wes," as that is his name in the translation.

The Evans Household
October 4, 1993; Evans Private Hospital

"Whoa," the nine year old boy blinked in amazement as bright red eyes flickered down to his new sibling, lying asleep in his mother's arms. "He's my brother?"

"He is," his mother affirmed, slightly adjusting her hold on the newborn babe. The two of them flashed pointed smiles at each other, while the husband of the family looked on in silence, his face composed even as he gave off a strong aura of pride.

"What's his name?"

"We've decided on 'Soul Eater,'" Mrs. Evans nodded, "Soul as an abridged title."

"Oh? That's such a cool name," Wes Evans stared hard at his little brother, "Why didn't I get a cool name like that?"

"There is a difference in significance," Mr. Evans said curtly, "Just as your name has a meaning to it, so does Soul Eater's."

"I see, I see," he agreed quickly. "So, mother, your stomach won't be so big any longer?"

"Ah, no," Laura Evans almost laughed, but refrained. "Now that I've had the baby, I won't look like a whale any longer."

"I must say, you will always appear anything but," Bradley Evans offered, leaning down to give her a quick kiss on the lips. Wes refrained from making a face as his mother smiled up at his father.

"Anyhow, as much as I dislike saying it, we must take our leave," Mr. Evans pulled back. "You must get your practicing in, Wes."

"But I don't feel like-"

"Perhaps you didn't hear me properly. I said that you must get your practicing done," Bradley gave him a glare. Wes glanced helplessly from his father to his mother, who had also adopted a stern look, and shrank back a little.

"I'm sorry, I will," he said. "Three hours again?"

"At the very least, if you wish to become successful," was the terse reply.

"Yessir."

"Goodbye, Laura; we'll visit again soon."

"Goodbye, dear, Wes."

"'Bye, mother! 'Bye, Soul Eater!"

The babe gave a little gurgle as his elder brother and his father departed.

"Hungry again?" Laura sighed, pushing a lock of her rich black hair behind her ear, "I certainly hope you aren't a troublesome child – so much has been planned for you already. All I can say is thanks be to God that you are a boy…"

Soul Eater yawned and blinked sleepily up at his mother, and gave another small mumble of noise before snuggling into her breast.

"Making such a fuss about a baby," a nurse muttered to her co-worker, disgust evident in her voice. "That cult of theirs must be very pleased."

"Don't say that!" her friend whispered fearfully, "If they hear you, you could get fired!"
"I certainly wouldn't mind…"

"Don't say that, either…"

"They must be embarrassed, though. Another kid with the birth defect."

"The teeth?"
"No, everyone in that damned family has teeth like that. I'm talking about the hair and eye color. Apparently some one from Mrs. Evan's side of the family was albino, and somehow the genetics got screwed up and both of her children have white hair and red eyes. I say they deserve it – they can at least show without saying anything how freaky that family is…"

"Oh, was that why the little boy had such strange hair…?"

"Yeah…"

"U-uh, well, I have to go see off Mr. Weigber now; the poor old man's finally getting released today and I've been his nurse for a while…"

"That old violin teacher? Fine."

As the second nurse quickly departed from the first, the first glanced into the Evans' hospital once again, before she briskly took off down the hall, muttering obscenities to herself.

Laura, in the meanwhile, was smirking. She had heard everything quite clearly (her ears were accustomed to picking up quiet sounds – it was a part of her profession, after all). Another nurse who would be going home jobless tomorrow, hm. It only bothered Mrs. Evans a trifle that this was the fifth nurse to do so.

Honestly, of all things…it was not like her family could help the talent it had been blessed with generations ago (well, her husband's family – but it seemed as though she had a natural talent herself), even if that particular genetic outcome was very unusual. Almost everyone in the family was a successful musician, Mrs. Evans herself quite an amazing cellist (she was recognized internationally for her ability and had created an album or two herself). Her husband could make anyone shake with tears with his violin, and they had already enrolled her son with a private violin teacher as well when he was but three years old.

After a bit of thought, Laura and Bradley had decided that they would have their next child excel on the piano – and if their second child were to be a son, it would do well for their company (this wasn't quite an afterthought). Obviously the Evans did not reap their great finances from simply playing in public and touring – it involved too much hassle and the exhausting process of moving constantly from place to place. Mr. and Mrs. Evans did not care for this.

As it was, Mr. Evans was the C.E.O. of a security company – selling security devices to other significant businesses and associations and therefore making millions and millions of dollars. There was also the subject of Mr. Evans' second job, no doubt his most important job, by far…

I don't feel like thinking about this, Laura shrugged the thoughts away, settling back into her pillows with the sleeping child in her arms. I just do hope that Soul Eater does as he is told…everything will be so much easier, then…

Please proceed on. :)