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Well, I hope you enjoy!
and why not relax and treat yourself a cup of hot chocolate or tea or coffee while you're reading?
Maka: Coz you deserve it!
oh and heads up, smuts and other sweets in the later chapter~
The Brother Intervention
Two days after the impractical party, Soul's mission to find Lord Death all leads to nowhere in particular as far as Soul can tell. There's no omen, and the only strange occurrences that he can find that's relevant to his research is that numerous people had been reported to come back to life right when Lord Death disappeared and two days ago; the day of the intoxicated party. Coincident? You decide.
Kid informed Soul of his father's last where about—after he was sober of course—that his father only left him his Reaper ring and a note saying: Be back soon~ with a doodle of him giving two peace sign.
"Normal right? That's what I thought at first." Kid said recalling of the times his father decided to collect Souls personally now that Ashura and his madness cease to exist.
"What happened when you thought the second time?"
"I thought that it's odd he would even write a note to go anywhere since he would tell me so personally," Kid tried to maintain his nonchalant act of his since he's left in charge now that his father's missing. "Did you find something, Soul?"
After a slight pause and researches Soul mentioned about a John doe who's supposedly dead but he came to life the next day after they confirm his death.
"It's weird," Soul said as he read the article, "Said, he just opened his eyes, ran away too fast for them to catch or confirm his identity and—"
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
KNOCK.
Soul turned to look at the door, asking himself, "Who stands on the other side of the door?" he wondered. Whoever it is seems persistent.
"Soul?" Kid asked after noticing the silence in the other line of the receiver.
"Sorry, someone's at the door, I'll call you later."
"Well alright, and if you find more news regarding this—"
"Yes, I know. I'll call you." Soul said, ready to hand up on Kid. To be honest, Soul was getting a little too excited in Kid's mission. It brings him back to the old days of hunting with his brother and father.
But before Soul could hang up on Kid, he had one final request for Soul, and by "request" it's more like babysitting.
"And would you team up with Maka Albarn, Soul thanks." Kid said in an objective tone because it's not a choice for Soul to make.
"….why her?"
"She could prove to be a great help for you mission. Besides, I need you to protect her."
"You mean baby sit her?"
"Not exactly…it's just; something's up is going on."
"With her?" Soul asks in utter disbelief. What possible danger could that nerdy bookworm get herself into?
"No! If that's the case I would handle it myself."
"…..how did the bookworm have herself written in the devil's death note?"
Knock.
Knock.
KNOCK!
"I don—wow I can hear that knocking all the way from here, did you get caught or something?" Kid chuckle to himself.
"Don't be stupid, cool people don't get caught." And Soul hangs up the phone, not wanting to delay nor anger this bitterly impatient guest.
Soul walk toward the door to find that his brother, Wes was standing there in a very expensive navy blue suit and black backpack slouched on his left shoulder. He looks just as he was when Soul left home, except for the exceptional new scars on his face.
"Hey." Wes said, smiling. Before Soul could even respond from his stunned state of seeing his brother after all this three long years, Wes walked in the apartment and head straight to the refrigerator without permission.
"You have any beer?" Wes asked as he rummaged through Soul's entire kitchen.
"I don't remember you drinking cheap stuff and why—"
"Wow, you barely have anything in here!"
"Wes! Damn the beer, why are you here?"
Wes's expression shifts into a serious one. He put on a wicked smile, similar to Soul's very own. Except, you know, less cool. Now this smirk can only means one thing; something terrifying had happened.
"Dad." Wes stopped a few second to continue, "He's been missing and I need your help."
"Wait what since when?"
"Three weeks, nobody had heard him since," Wes looked away. For a moment it seems like as if, he's blaming himself. "I called Jules, I called Granny, and I even went all the way to Oregon where he said he's going to take care on some demon, and nada!"
Soul waited for a second to say, "You called all of his phones?"
Wes rolled his eyes.
Soul quickly retorts, "So? You don't need a sidekick."
Wes snapped, "I get it, you're setting your own terms by running away from the loser circle of the hunter club, but Soul its dad."
It was harsh, but it was sadly true and Wes is right. It is his father too "….fine. Where are we going?"
"Were here!" Wes said, throwing colorful confetti in reckless abandon toward Soul's face.
"….what do you mean, jerk!" Soul said as he brush the confetti out of his silver hair.
Wes wasn't listening; he was too busy inspecting Soul's small apartment and asks, "So which room's mine?"
"Is this what you mean by 'help'?"
"It only for three weeks, Soul." Then Wes added, "It is better than staying in some motel. But I do need your help in the actually mission too, of course." And with that, Wes walked in the bathroom for a long shower.
It's a personal habit of Wes. After a long trip, Wes would immediately head straight to the bathroom for a shower that seems like forever and sing his hers out loud and proud.
For instance, right now, Wes is currently singing, "One more time" by Daft Punk to his heart content.
Soul takes this chance to hide his laptop and research regarding Lord Shinigami-sama's absence in the ceiling of his room. Soul himself a secret room built over his bedroom; a secret attic. Though it's likely that Wes would find it regardless, it's a 50-50.
After Soul finished the task, he noticed Wes is still having his own private concert in the shower.
"I'm going out to buy beer." Soul yelled.
"And food!" Wes reply and then he went back to singing his tunes.
Just as Soul was about to head outside, he found Maka walking toward his apartment, body fully covered with cotton, preventing the cold wind from penetrating her body.
"HEY! I was just about to go to your place," Maka run toward Soul and smile. "Where are you headed off to?"
"Shopping, do you wanna help?"
"Sure."
After five minutes of comfortable silence, Soul looked at Maka. The girl he was suppose to partner up with and/or baby sit and said,
"You look like a gigantic bear with pigtails."
"MAKAA CHOP!"