A/N: ...Late chapter is late.
I don't own Soul Eater...
X-x-x Inheritance x-x-X
"That is your practice piece I take it?" The tall woman crossed her arms as the last note danced around the room.
No.
He had been working on the piece for a good 2 months, in time for his family's annual recital, which was going to take place next week. All the important people where invited. The ones that would decide his future. Which music collage he would be attending and whether he was good enough to bother continuing with his music career at all.
It was certainly not a 'practice piece'.
"Yes. Of course it is Mother."
He was used to lying now.
"Then why did you bother showing me?" His mother asked him. That permanent frown still in plastered upon her face.
It wasn't good enough for her.
It wouldn't be good enough for them.
He wasn't good enough for anyone.
"Wes has already completed his piece. So hurry up." The woman stood. "And try to make the final piece a bit," She paused on her way out, searching for an appropriate word. "Happier."
Of course Wes had completed his. Wes was Wes. Perfect, perfect Wes.
The son every parent dreamed of having.
Himself on the other hand, he was either the regret, or the mistake.
Soul stood up after his Mother had exited the room.
The boy realised what was happening.
He was an undesired part of the family, simply another mouth to feed, and burden for everyone.
His own parents not taking a liking to his music.
'And try to make the final piece a bit happier.'
It was not who he was. How could he be happy when he felt as though he was being pushed out of his own family?
He didn't want it. Sure he felt joy at the feeling of ivory under his fingertips, but he didn't want it as his future. He didn't want to stay in this sort of environment, this sort of family. The maid being the only one who cared for him.
"I really am surprised Soul." Wes sat under the large peppercorn tree outside the Evans mansion, watching as his brother transformed his arm into the blade of a scythe and back. "What are you going to tell Mother and Father?"
"The truth."
He had blessed his luck. To have inherited the weapon gene.
A window in which to escape from.
So he'd do it.
He'd sit his parents down and tell them what he really felt.
Then he'd leave.
Get emancipated.
And pretend he had no idea who the hell the 'Evans' where.
…All before the night of the recital.
o-o-o
He was scared.
Scared of becoming like them. Of doing what his parents had done to him.
"You won't." She shook her head, kissing him again. "You couldn't." She ran her fingers through his hair. "You're way too caring for that to happen."
He kissed her back, placing his warm hands over the small bump developing on her stomach.
Breaking away, Maka rested her head on his chest and slid her arms around his back, Soul doing the same, head buried in her hair.
"Besides. I wouldn't let you."
A/N: Sorry it's so short. The last two chapters will be longer. I hope this isn't too cheesy and crap. Really shouldn't have taken me three weeks to write... but i've been doing other stuff alright! Like cosplay...yeah i'm cosplaying *shot* Feel free to head on over to my dA (Rubyrougemedia) and blame that for my FFN disappearance. -_-