Maka's nothingness
Maka was walking home and saw her apartment was on fire. Soul was sick that day so he was in the burning building. Maka ran toward it and tried to find Soul. "SOUL! SOUL! SOUL WHERE ARE YOU?! Maka got no answer. She collapsed and began to cry. The fire fighters tried to escort her away from the flames but she wouldn't budge. The flames finally extinguished and Maka watched as an unconscious, badly burnt Soul was being carried off to the hospital. Maka slept by the burnt pile of rubble that used to be her home. Spirit came behind her and gave her a blanket. He tried not to wake her but did anyway. "Papa?"
Maka asked. "Yes, I'm sorry I woke you. I'll go now." Spirit began to walk away. "Wait! Papa, can I stay with you tonight?" Spirit ran to his daughter and quickly took her home. "Thank you papa." Maka said as she walked to her retired room. "Maka," Spirit said. She stopped to listen. "I love you and your mother. I was a very bad dad wasn't I?" Spirit's eyes dropped to the floor. "No, you weren't a very bad dad; you were just a bad one." Maka giggled. "I'm kidding; I only hate how you cheated on mama a lot. I still love you and maybe I should stop holding a grudge against you. I'm going to bed, good night." Maka closed her door as Spirit sat shocked his daughter had finally forgiven him.
Later that night, a call was made to the house. Spirit picked up to hear a soft voice on the other line. "Is this the home of Maka Albarn?" Asked a nurse. "Yes, may I take a message?" Spirit answered back. "Yes, tell her Soul passed at 11:09." Spirit glanced at the clock. It read 11:19. "Thank you. I will tell her…I just hope she takes it well; she's been through a lot, that Maka." He hung up. He sat onto the couch and began to cry. Soul was actually the son he never had.
He hoped for Maka and him to marry, he just never let him know how much he appreciated him. Now, it was too late to ever let him know. When the sun came up in the morning Maka began to cook breakfast, for she hadn't got the news yet. Spirit woke up and called for his dear, fragile daughter. "Yes papa?" Maka asked walking into the den. "Come, sit by me." Right away Maka's heart dropped. She knew exactly what was coming. "Soul, he didn't make it…did he?" Maka's eyes flooded with tears. Spirit cried by her.
"Tomorrow." Spirit said. "Tomorrow we will go to the funeral. Together, like a family." Maka looked up into her father's eyes. "Not just like A family, but like OUR family." Maka effortlessly threw her arms around Spirit's neck. "Thank you papa!" Tears rolled down both of their cheeks.
Chapter one over