He had last seen his family and Wes the summer of freshman year, when their parents had sent Wes to live with their grandfather Hank, and he hung out there in Britain. That trip was not cool, and this trip was not cool. Maka was ignoring him again thanks to Blackstar and flaming bags of shit.
"Maka-chan," he whispered poking her shoulder lightly.
"I'm reading," she growled pulling her physics book closer to her face. This plane ride was going to take forever like this.
"Let's have sex," Soul smirked rubbing her skirted thigh.
"No," came her quick retort, stunning the albino. As Soul continued his begging, Maka noticed a large insect crawl across his pants.
"Soul, there's a spider on your crotch." She warned lifting her now closed book. Everything, from her warning to her actions went unnoticed as he continued to complain. It wasn't until the plane had a screaming albino male jumping and holding his crotch in the middle of the rows that made the ride seem shorter. Maka smiled as she continued her book as if never interrupted.
"Longest plane ride ever!" Soul grumbled as he and Maka hailed a taxi to the Evans estate.
"You're just mad because I hit you in the nuts." Maka replied calmly as they weaved through London traffic.
"It's not funny woman, for that no sex for a week," he snapped.
"You won't last," she yawned as jet lag tried to set in.
"Yes I will, watch me," he pouted.
"I'd rather not." Maka muttered as the drive ended. The estate was gigantic and white, very white. The Victorian building was bigger than the white house.
"Your parents are loaded," Maka whispered in awe as several butlers came to retrieve their things.
"We manage," he shrugged as he pulled her to the side. Maka looked up in confusion.
"Listen to me Maka, I love you, but my parents are strict and will judge you." He warned. Maka nodded as he led her inside the giant home. Inside they were met by a maid and butler, who ushered them into the sitting area. Two figures, a man, and woman sat in twin gold seats fit for royalty. It was now, no mystery of why Soul was spoiled.
"So the murderer has returned." His father spat.
"He killed grandfather, and raped Maka." Soul replied holding Maka's hand tighter.
"Yes, but you had no right to kill him; a proper trial would have sufficed." The mother said. Both adults had blonde hair and blue eyes, making Maka wonder how both sons had been albino.
"Trust me death was a more lenient punishment." Soul snarled.
"Susan, please tell me the age of Wes before he died."
"Seventeen, Joseph." Susan replied with a smile.
"A horrible age to die at." Joseph sighs.
"He raped and abused Maka, killed grandfather!" Soul repeated.
"And you bring the slut here; didn't she want to be your brother's whore?" Joseph asked.
"Leave bunny and his carrot alone you two, Hank's death was due to that mistake of a grandson, and you know it." An elderly woman snapped as her cane clicked against the linoleum.
"Nana," Soul smiled as his grandmother from his mother's side came beside him.
"Mother, why are you here?" Susan asked the elderly woman.
"Bunny came, and he brought a friend. Are you going to multiply my dears?" she asked as Maka blushed and Soul chuckled.
"Remember Soul, if you marry the girl, then your funds from this family will be terminated." His father said before motioning the group to leave.
"I want tea, let's go my rabbits, I want to discuss grandchildren." The old woman laughed as the two teens followed in stunned silence. Personally, nana was the only person she liked here.
