Just an idea that popped into my head. Hope you enjoy.

"Soul, you got a letter!" Maka called as she dropped the rest of the junk mail on the small kitchen table. While she waited for him to finish slouching from the living room, she took a moment to investigate the envelope in question. It felt thick and expensive against her fingers. The crème color screamed of class, and the elegant handwriting of Soul's name only added to the scheme. Curious, she moved her eyes up to read the return address when it was rudely snatched from her fingers. "Hey!"

Soul ignored her with a roll of his eyes. "It's my mail."

"I know that!" Maka snapped, blushing slightly. "I just wanted to see who it was from."

He rolled his eyes again, bringing them to rest on the envelope he had snatched. "Yeah, well it's from…" he trailed off before frowning. "It's from my family."

"Oh?" Maka perked up. Soul rarely talked about his family, and she couldn't remember the last time he had received anything from them. "Well, are you going to open it?"

He shrugged, twirling it around in his fingers. "Maybe. Or I might burn it."

Maka gave him a stern look. "Soul…"

He held up his hands in defense. "Hey, you don't know my parents. If they're trying to get into contact with me, it's not to wish me well."

Maka sighed, "Soul, I'm sure your parents aren't as bad as you're making them out to be. Now read the letter already. Maybe it'll surprise you."

Soul stared at his meister for a moment, before grumbling and tearing the envelope open and extracting the letter. With a slightly revolted look, he dropped the shreds of paper to the floor before unfolding the letter and holding it at arms length as he read it. For a moment a scowl dominate his features, but it was quickly replaced by a look of horror. As his hand began to shake, Maka reached out and poked his arm. "Soul?"

"Eh?" He responded lamely, still staring dumbly at the address, his eyes quickly reading and re-reading. He must have made a mistake. He read it a third time. Oh shit.

"Soul?" Maka called again, reaching out for the letter. But before she could, he turned on his heel and fled towards his room. Shocked, Maka raced after him. "Soul, what are you doing?" She came to a halt as she reached his door. Peering into the room, she saw Soul on the floor, digging a travel bag from under his bed. Completely ignoring his meister, he began to recklessly grab clothes and push them haphazardly into his bad. It was only when Maka pulled out a book did he finally take heed of her.

"What?" He roared, already trying to zip the bag up.

"Soul, what are you doing?" Maka snapped, slamming the book menacingly into her palm."

"Leaving" Soul responded, finally zipping the bag up. "I'll be back…maybe in a month? Yeah, that should be long enough. Should be gone by then… right? Yeah, that should work."

"Soul!"

"Just get on the bike and go…should have made a contingency plan. Or Maybe I can have Black*Star knock me into a comma…no that won't work…have to run!.

Maka had no idea what her weapon was babbling about, but it was honestly starting to get on her nerves. As he rose to leave his room, she struck "Makaaaa Chop!"

"Ah damnit women what was that for?" Soul groaned as he crashed to the floor in a heap.

"Because you're babbling like an idiot," she glared down at him, "Now what is wrong with you?"

Soul glared at her for a moment, before sighing out. "My mother. My mother is coming to visit."

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It had taken almost an hour, and another series of Maka Chops, but Maka finally managed to calm Soul down enough to get him to sit on the couch. Though, he was still perched on the very edge, and she had been unable to pry the bag from his hands.

"Now why is this so bad?" Maka sighed, sitting down next to her weapon, ready to grab him if he tried to bolt again. "It's just your mother."

Soul let out a bark of hollow laughter. "Just my mother. You have no idea Maka. If she's coming up here in person, and not trying to get my to come down, it means some serious."

Maka rolled her eyes at Soul dramatics, "Like what Soul, what could she possibly do to you?"

"Make me leave." He stated plainly as he stared at the ground. Maka felt her blood run cold.

"What?"

"She could make me come home," he whispered. "I'm still a minor, if she wanted, she could pull me out of the DWMA."

Maka shook her head, "Lord Death would never allow her to do that."

Soul looked up at her, "Wanna bet? Like it or not, she's still my mother and she has custody over me. Lord Death doesn't have any power over that. She threatened to do it when I first told her I wanted to go to the DWMA and I would run away if she wouldn't let me. My brother was the only reasons she let me go," He sighed again as he dropped the bag, running one of his hands through his thick hair. "She was so mad when I left home."

Maka nodded quietly, waiting for him to continue. Soul rarely talked about his past, and she knew well enough to not pry.

"I never liked playing the piano in front of people. I didn't mind playing for Wes, or for her even though she was pretty harsh if I messed up. But playing in front of crowds, listening to them judging me on the most miniscule mistakes…. I hated it. But my mother wanted it, and I so desperately wanted to make happy, like Wes did. So I played the stupid concerts. I played them over and over again. And she would smile, and tell me how wonderful I did. And I would ask her if I had to do another one. She would tell me not if I didn't want to. But the next week, I'd be right back on stage. She was always lying to me." He sighed again, "Then one night, during a concert, I lost it. I was supposed to play…I can't even remember. But just seeing all those people watching me, waiting for me to play something that they had heard a thousand times before…I just couldn't take it."

His hands tightened into fists as eh went silent. Frowning, Maka scooted closer to her friend and gently took his hand. With a reassuring squeeze, she calmed him enough to continue.

"I ruined the concert. I refused to play any of the songs, even when my mother came on stage and scolded me." He let out another hollow laugh. "She took me back stage to try and reasons with me, to make me finish. But I wouldn't listen. We got into a screaming match. I told her I hated her…" He shook his head. "It kinda went downhill from there. I stopped performing, even for my family. I barely left the house." He squeezed her hand tighter. "A few months later I found out I was a weapon. I left the first chance I got. Mom cried a lot, begged me to stay…but I didn't feel like an Evans anymore. I don't think I ever really did." He returned his eyes to the floor, taking a deep breath. "But now…she's coming back to get me and I have to get the fuck out of here!"

Maka's head snapped up at Soul let go of her hand and he leapt to his feet his hand already grabbing his bag. How did he go from somber storyteller, to conspiracy nut job in the blink of an eye? Sighing, she reached for her book again.

"Makaaaa CHOP!"

Shaking her head at her now passed out weapon, she pried the bag from his fingers and took it back to his room. If Soul's mother was indeed coming to visit, they were going to have to clean up the apartment.

And on the off chance Soul was right about the reason for the visit….

Well then there was no way in Hell Maka was going to let her take Soul away.

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"Maka!" Soul whined as he continued to pace back and forth in the small kitchen, his meister standing in his only escape route. "I cleaned the damn apartment, now let me go over to Black*Star's, I promised him we could hang out today. I'll be back before my mother gets here."

Maka crossed her arms over her small chest, fixing Soul with a piercing gaze. "He's on a mission in Japan."

"I meant Kid" Scowling, Maka reached out and pulled a book from the counter, the implied threat hanging thick in the air. "Chrona?"

"Soul, I'll be with you the entire time. I'm sure you mother just wants to see you."

He shook his head back and forth. "She's going to take me back! She wants me to perform again!"

Maka sighed, shaking her head as she put the book down. It had been like this all week. When it came to his mother, there was apparently no reasoning with Soul. She would let the women actually prove she was as bad as Soul was making her out to be before she made her decision. "Soul, I promise everything will be fine." She crossed the kitchen and wrapped her thin arms around him. "Just calm down, okay?"

Soul relaxed slightly at her familiar touch, wrapping his own arms around her. "Okay, I'm better now. Maybe it won't be so bad."

Maka smiled, and stared to end the embrace when there was a gentle knock on the door. Sighing, she wrapped her arms tighter around Soul as he immediately tried to bolt. "Lemme go! I'm not going back!"

Thrashing widely, he finally managed to break free of her grip, only to stumble to the side and crash onto the kitchen table, knocking over the glass of orange juice he had yet to clean up from his morning breakfast. Groaning, he pulled at the now wet and sticky shirt that clung to his chest. Glaring, Maka grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him towards his room. "Go change, right now. And you better be back out here in five minutes."

With wide eyes he listened to his meister, crab-walking all the way to his room, his eyes never leaving the front door.

Sighing at Soul's actions, Maka cleaned up the spill in record time and pranced over to the front door. Taking a moment to smooth out the longer skirt she had chosen to wear, she opened the door, making sure to place a pleasant smile on her face.

"Hello Mrs. Evans, I'm…" she trailed off as the door opened fully and the women came into view. Maka felt her mouth hang open slightly as she stared at one of the most beautiful women she had ever laid eyes on. Perfect white hair framed a flawless face, complimented by deep crimson eyes and full luscious lips. Maka was instantly cowed by the women's perfection.

"Maka Albarn" She laughed completing where Maka had left off. Even her voice was angelic. "And please dear, call me Sophia." She smiled, giving Maka a once over with a similar lazily look Soul possessed, though hers didn't leave Maka feeling annoyed or judged in the least bit. She actually felt…appreciated? "I'm afraid you name is all I know about you though. Soul hasn't been very forthcoming with information. I can't believe he didn't tell us how simply breathtaking you are."

Maka almost choked. Her? Breathtaking? This woman was complimenting her? Swallowing hard, Maka finally remembered her manners. "Thank you Mrs…I mean Sophia. Please come in."

Smiling again the women carefully stepped into the small apartment, taking everything in with a careful eye. "So, Maka, where is my Soul? No doubt locked up in his room."

Maka nodded, "I uh, I'll go get him. I think he's in his room. Oh! Please, sit down. I'll make some tea…I mean after I get Soul."

Sophia smiled and gracefully floated over to the couch, taking a seat as Maka quickly trotted of towards Soul's room. Without knocking, she quickly opened the door. "Soul, what are you…Soul!"

"I'm not going back!" he hissed as he leaned slightly further out the window, couched down on the sill. "I'm pretty sure if I land on that car, my legs wont break. Then I can run away!"

Maka felt her temper start to rise as she quickly crossed the room and grabbed her weapon by the hand, yanking him back into the room. "Soul, get in there and talk to your mother!"

"No, you do it!"

"I did, she seems perfectly nice. Now come on!"

"Uh huh."

"Soul!"

"Maka!"

"I do hope I'm not interrupting." A soft voice called in before Sophia Evans flittered into the room. "Hello Soul, it's been a long time."

Maka felt Soul's hand tighten around hers almost painfully.

I'll try to update soon. Unless I get caught up with Black Resonance, or something else. I'm just horrible right now. Review if you liked it.