Sorry for the wait people I was buzy these couple of days and i hope this is good enough. :)

Soul-

"Hello, Mother" my voice echoed in the phone.

"Hello, soul. I must admit the greeting you give to your callers is quite rude, have you already forgot your manners" her cold voice said on the other side of the phone. In the background i could hear the fimliar voice of my father. I slighlty scoffed at that word. Father, he does not deserve to be called that.

"No mother, i have not forgot my mann-"I began but got cut off by her talking again,

"Soul you do not answer back, but lets get to the matter at hand" just befor she stared taling again i interrupted her.

"Not that I would love to hear you complain about how I left and disgraced the Evans name but I have things to do" just as I was about to hang up someing see said caught my ears.

"I am calleing about your great uncle Henny"

Eventhough her word were short and quick they seem to echo a lifetime in my happened to him, did something happen to him, was he hurt, sick, injured

"You have my attention, what's wrong with him"? my words short and muffled

"Whats wrong is" her words cut short by discussion between both parents

"If you wish to know you must come home" my eyes whidend that last statement

"What" my brain not yet registering that I replyed, it was till in shock

" If you want to find out what is wrong come home" Her ice voice ran in my ears. Anger poured into my system

"But that's blackmail" each word dripping with venom.

"Do what you want, come home bring your friends with you if you, but come home" with that our conversation ended.

I slamed the phone down cauesing the table to shake, shut me eyes so tight no light could penetrate inside, they think they could just cut me out of their lives of 3 years then when they feel like it; call me up and say 'you have to go home', treating me like a five year old. And when i thought they couldn't stoop any lower, they resort to blackmail. My trail of angry thoughts grew bigger and bigger, a calm, soothing voice drew me back from my angry state to where I belone. I peeled open one of my ruby red eyes, to find Maka staring at me with her big green eyes, the eyes that could make emeralds ashamed of their colour

"Soul" she lifed her hand up and began stroking my cheek, I opened my other eye. Since I was a good 1 ½ inches taller that her I had to look down to get a good look at her. A scary thought entered my head; why don't I close the gap between us, shaking that thought out my head I coninued to gaze in to her bottemless green eyes. I released my hand from its fist form an was about to run my fingers through Maka's sandy locks but, I felt a hot liquid run down my hand. My gaze shifted to my right hand to see a cut and a red substance spilling from it. A gasp was heard from my green eyed meister, my gaze shifted back to her. She was staring at my wounded hand that more than likely came from when I was angry, I was probably griping my hand to hard. Without warning Maka grabed my hand a lifted it up to here eye level.

"Soul! Your bleeding" Maka yelled while examing the cut "Here, let me help you" she once again shouted and draged me over to the kitchen and forced me to sit at the table while rummaging throught the cupboard a.k.a. The home of the first aid kit.

"Found it" Maka proclaimed, she spun around now holding the first aid kit.

"Wait one second"She put the first aid kit on the table and pulled out a plaster

"Hand" she demanded, I gave a suspicious look.

She glared at me once again "Hand" this time more stern.

Reluctantly I gave her my hand, she peeled of the cover of the plaster and slaped it on my sore cut. I winced at the impact of the plaster with my skin, but mostly at the force Maka put in.

I Looked up at her, she rolled her eyes obviously noticed my reaction to the plaster,

"Dont be a baby Soul, it didn't hurt" she walked into the livingroom and collapses on the couch , eventhough her back was to me, I know right now she has her 'i'm right' or 'know it all' face on.

She turns around signaling for me to join her on our brown leather set. Sitting down she grabbed my hand, I looked into her eyes, which were filled with tears.

"Soul" breaking the silence between us "No more secrets, tell me, you know you can trust me so please, it hurts to watch you like this so please tell me abouse your more than just my weapon, your my best friend. Please let me help" the hot liquid escaped from her her eyes and flowing down her face.

I looked her in the eye. I can't lie to her, not a deep breath in filling my lungs to their maximum and licking my lips to remove the dryness that had taken over my mouth.

"Well" I began "It all starts with my family,their-we'er not exactly a normal family" and with at I began shedding my tail of woe

...

Amelia-

I hung up the phone and sighed slighty, I hated resorting to that measure, but it had to be done; he had to come home. Looking to my left I saw my reflection in the living rooms full length mirror, it streches from the top of the ceiling to the polished pine wood flooring. I examedned my apperance; My honey coloured hair was in a bun with some lose strands around my face that are curled while framing my face, I was wearing a lose fitting yellow top that tided around my neck and a black pencile skirt and it didnt have a single crease.

I felt a hand on my sholder, looking other I saw my soulmate, the father of my two sons; William Evans. My two sons are the spitting double of him both him and my two sons had snowie white hair and ruby red eyes.

Both of our eyes wandered back to the mirror we both stood and stared into it, he had his arm around me, his hand gripping my shoulder and I was ever so slightly leaning on him.

Truely this was the image of the name: Evans.

A smile creeped up onto my face and a chuckle escaped my lips

"Soul will come home" Looking up at my husband who was looking back at me "After all his favourite great uncel Henny has been murdered".

I will have my baby boy back one way or another

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