My protector.

Soul's POV

My father lead me to the practice room. He sat in his chair, motioning for me to do the same. I stood my ground and glared at him.

"What do you want, I gotta help Maka unpack" I say, wanting to avoid conversation with my father in the first place. I crossed my arms and waited for a response.

"I'm so proud of you, Soul" my father said. It was the first time I have ever heard the words proud and Soul be used in the same sentence by my father. My eyes widened and stared at the man in shock.

"W-what?" I question not being sure if I heard anything right.

"You are one of my greatest accomplishment, I couldn't be more proud of my son. You saved the world, that's better than any amount of records you're brother sells. I'm so proud to be able to call you my son." My father said. I felt my eyes water, but there was no way I'd be crying in front of this man.

"This that all?" I say, crossing my arms again.

"I'm not expecting you to forgive me for all the mental abuse I've put you through. I was a bad father and I pushed you way to far and away from the family. I know I've never told you this but I love you, and I missed you so much. You don't have to but, I'd like to give you a hug" my father said getting up, holding out his arms. I was tempted, all I ever wanted was my fathers approval, but now that I have it, I feel like it's not real.

"What about Wes? I wasn't the only son you pressured into music, and Cassandra? You didn't make her learn an instrument, did you? Or did you just pressure all your kids into music?" I question, I care more about others than I do myself. I'm not the only person who he has hurt.

"Wes thanks me for pressuring him, he loves his career. Mostly just the perks of being a musician but he still enjoys it. As for Cassandra, she wanted to learn the piano, she want to be just like you. You're not the only Evans that's a weapon, she discovered her power last week. She's a war fan, and she plans on going to the DWMA when she turns 12. She looks up to you" my father said. I knew I had to forgive him or I'd regret it later. I'm still not hugging him though.

"I forgive you father, not for you but so I can let go of the past fully and not let it bother me. If that's all you'd like to tell me, I'd like to got visit Kiku" I say, heading for the door.

"Soul, There's something I have to tell you about Kiku" he said stopping me in my tracks. I turned around in fear that they fired her.

"Don't tell me you fired her" I say, my anger about to rise.

"Oh heavens no, she's to valuable for us to fire. She's the best cook in Hollywood, but she's was diagnosed with leukemia three months ago. It's already stage three. I'm sorry Soul" my father explained. I felt the tears fall from my face as I ran out of the room to the kitchen. That's when I saw her, that beautiful half black half Japanese woman that raised me. She looked so pale but had that same smile on her face. Her head was covered in a blue bandanna, from what I'm assuming to hide her what might be bald head. Next to her was her husband, Dominic, a tall dark skinned man with a shiny bald head and green eyes. and of course her son Ethan.

"There's my other baby, come here and give me a hug" she said holding out her arms. I let the tears fall at the sight of her shaking arms and hug her close. I now tower over her short stature, but in her arms, I felt safe and protected, like how a child should feel in there mother's arms. She really was my mom, and Dominic was my actual dad.

"I'm sorry I didn't come back sooner ma, I just~" I started to explain through the tears. I fall to my knees, my arms still around her as I hug her stomach.

"You don't have to explain baby, I know you were off saving the world. I always knew you'd be the best Death-Scythe at that school. I'm just glad I lived to see it" I heard her sweet sounding voice say as she ran her fingers through my hair. I look up into what used to be sweet honey that was her eyes, now they just look so dull and pale. She has to meet Maka, she'll love her.

"Ma, I have someone I want you to meet, I'll go get her" I say getting up.

"Soul, I may be sick but I can walk" Ma said, she walked with me to mine and Maka's room. I opened the door to see Maka A sleep in the bed. I walk over to her and wake her gently.

"Maka, I'd like you to meet that actual woman that raised me" I say as Maka rubbed her eyes as she sat up.

"Hmm?" She sounded out as she stretched.

"Maka, this is Kiku or as I call her Ma. She's the head chef in the kitchen. She also took care of me when I was younger and my parents were more focused on Wes." I explained.

"I've heard a lot about you ma'am" Maka said shaking ma's hand.

"And I know exactly who you are, you're Maka Albarn. The daughter of the first Death-Scythe and Erica the second best meister to ever go to the DWMA. As for you, you defeated the Kishin Asura and made my Soul a Death-Scythe. You're amazing and are getting close to being better than the Scythe meister Stein. Not to mention the best part, you're Soul's beautiful girlfriend. He's told me a lot about you in the letters, I'm so happy I got to meet you" Ma explained in extreme detail.

"It's strange, you know a lot about me but Soul has neglected to tell me anything about you" Maka said, glaring at me.

"Well, we'll have plenty of time to get to know each other while you're here" Ma said, smiling her sweet smile. These were the two most important women in my life, and they were both here smiling. I love my family, my real family.