Usual disclaimer applies~

WES----

Mother was ultimately stubborn, sitting at the dining table facing Soul, both of them not touching their food as they hostily glared at one another. Soul had been at the house for three days, intent on stopping the wedding, which their mother seemed stubborn to keep.

Three days ago…

"Soul…" Wes himself hadn't seen his brother since he secretly helped him enter Shibusen almost three years ago.

He knows of his brother's genetic quirk, actually amazed that someone in the family had the blood of a weapon. The family didn't welcome the fact that Soul had this peculiar attribute and it caused them to feel aversion towards his brother.

As with Soul's taste and delivery of music, only he appreciated his brother's person, secretly detesting those that his brother hates; secretly punishing those who treat his brother wrongly - doing those things in the open would make people look at Wes as either a good brother or a disobedient son and a delinquent disgracing his own name. Everything was done in secret.

He didn't like to see Soul being prejudiced by people in their own family, being locked up because of his little mistakes and in turn changing Soul's own personality - if his family treats him badly, then he might as well act bad - rebellious.

Wanting to help Soul escape from the household, Wes was informed about Shibusen, where weapons reside and were treated with utmost equality and respect. Thanking their family friend, Kami, for the information, he decided to take the risk and smuggle his brother out of the residence.

When news came out introducing his brother as the newest and currently youngest Death Scythe it caused him to be smug with himself - he had chosen the right decision, and his brother was free and happy.

Knowing of this supposed marriage that his mother set up, he thought that there was sure to be a plot behind it - she was planning something. He wanted answers, not knowing that his brother would also come looking for them.

And here he was, the Death Scythe, his brother, having a staredown with their mother, cold, red eyes having a battle of dominance, Wes stuck in between their silent conflict.

"Soul Eater," his mother mirrored Wes' surprise, although her appearance was more composed than his.

"You told me to come if I wanted answers," Soul started, a hint of amusement heard in his voice, "and here I am. Now, if you may, I'd like you to spill it."

"As crude as ever, dear."

"Stop stalling."

"Very well then, what would you like to know?" Cordelia shrugged off Wes' frozen hold on her shoulders and returned to the glass table and took the teacup to meet with her lips once again.

"Tell me what this marriage is for," he sternly commanded in a voice that rivalled their mother's in coldness, astonishing Wes with such a bold action.

The woman laughed skeptically, "Honestly Soul, why do you hate this arrangement so much?"

"As I said before, both of us are not comfortable with this particular arrangement. Is it really not possible, dear mother-" the two words were said in a very sarcastic manner, "to just call the damn wedding off."

"My, my, where have your manners gone." Soul replied with a silencing scowl, yet their mother hadn't been in any way deterred and continued, "Do you not like your fiancee? Or is it that she does not want you?"

Wes almost crumbled at the sight of his brother's expression - Soul looked afraid, looking almost broken. Had their mother guessed correctly?

"No," there was a barely noticeable crack in Soul's voice but he pushed on, "She just doesn't know about me being an Evans."

Although their family was one of the richest and famous ones, it wasnt widespread. But to not introduce himself as an Evans shows how much he detests his lineage, and Wes couldnt blame him.

"I see. And you're willing to stop the marriage before she even knows of your descent. How very chivalrous of you…it's almost romantic,

"But as I have told you in our recent conversation, this arrangement is only by name. Call it a ruse if you want. We need you both here at the mansion for another reason." At this, Soul perked up from the edge of the older brother's perspective, while he himself only sighed in silence, knowing this true reason; at least their mother didn't keep it a secret from Soul. He deserved to know.

"Your father and Kami have only recently discovered a dangerous relic - one that the world has yet to know about. If you, dear Soul, a Death Scythe, and Maka, a powerful meister, become the guardians for the said relic, then it would be easier to keep the secret within the family and the archaeologists. The world wouldn't need to know about its existence. We need a type of bond with Miss Albarn, to be able to keep her here in our residence, to serve as a permanent guardian."

Soul abruptly scoffed his disbelief. "You're marrying us for this? What the hell? Why didn't you ask Shibusen for help? There is no need to get us involved in a stupid marriage!" Wes wanted to loudly defend Soul since they thought of the same thing. What was their mother planning? But he remained quiet, inconspicuous as their banter continued increasing in volume and emotion.

"Shibusen, you say?" Their mother's tone sounded like she was deliberating, her back turned to them.

"Yes, mother, it would be more effective if you sent this relic thing to Shibusen. There will be about a hundred weapons and meisters willing to protect it!" Wes saw the hand gestures Soul used to emphasise his seriousness about the matter even though the person he was trying to convince wasnt looking at him.

An overpowering silence followed and Wes was forced to look to his mother's thinking form. She was facing the gigantic window, sipping her tea with elegance. Did she honestly not think about using Shibusen for the protection of the object? Did she not think it through carefully?

"Fine." Wes heared his brother release his breath and there was a silent chuckle of relief only audible to him, which caused him to smile in return. "The relic arrives in five days, you can wait for it and deliver it to Shibusen yourself, Soul."

"Fine by me." Even as Wes had his eyes closed in relief, he could still hear his brother's smirk in the short statement.

"But the wedding is still on," their mother stubbornly revealed, turning to show them a cold smile, a plan surely brewing.

A/N: the true reason for the arrangement is revealed!…nope~ not really XDD patience…the answer will come eventually…or maybe im just making everything up as I go along…? (oops)
i...kinda made Wes have a smaaaall brother complex o//////o~
yeesh~ all Wes pov x3 but he's just a spectator here - I'm planning to give him a better role though
finally, i had been stuck on this chapter for a few days, luckily i had a few chapters already written to stall with~

hopefully a fluff filled next chapter?

As usual~ thanks to all who take their time to review~!
makes my heart feel all fluffy~ 8D
i will be starting to pick up the pace from here on out~! wish me luck!

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