Maka was in a great mode today, there was nothing that could get her down. She had taken an early lunch with Patti, Liz and Tsubaki and was glowing from the joy she felt at being able to hang out with her girl friends. Nope nothing was going to upset her today. Not even her idiot partner, sitting beside her, half dozing in Stein's class.

"Maka?"

"Yes Professor Stein?" She asked as she stood up.

"Lord Death would like to see you in the Death room." He said and when Soul stood up to go with her he spoke again. "No Soul, just Maka." He gave his partner a concerned look but she just smiled at him and touched his shoulder as she left and made her way to the Death Room to see exactly what was needed of her. She reflected on how peculiar it was that she was called in there individually. But she shook it off, she would just see what they wanted with her and go about her day. Nothing could ruin her day.

Soul was concerned. Ever since he had met up with Maka after she had come back from the Death Room. She had been so quiet and non-engaging. She had been such in a good mood before she had went in too, it made him wonder what she had found out in there, but if she didn't want to tell him he wasn't going to pry.

It wasn't long before the day was over and they were going back to their place. It was weird, he had said something about Black*Star coming over and she hadn't even answered him, not like she didn't want to come over, like she hadn't even heard him. He was more worried now, Maka not reacting to Black*Star's presence was something to be concerned about.

She disappeared when they arrived home, straight to her bedroom. She had emerged upon Black*Star's arrival, she said hello to him but the tone that she used wasn't a Maka tone. And even the ninja, who was usually hyper and self centered noticed and just offered a stunned 'hi' and looked at Soul with a look that he knew because he had been thinking the same thing. 'What the hell is going on with Maka?' He merely offered a shrug. She had tried to make dinner for them and Soul and Black*Star had protested, saying they would just order a pizza so she didn't have to go to all that work. She shrugged and disappeared into the bathroom. Soul had heard the water begin and assumed she was taking either a shower or bath. The stop and her not emerging led him to believe that it was a bath.

Black*Star and Soul were playing a game when Maka emerged, her sopping wet and a towel wrapped around her, highly unusual for her to forget her clothes.

"Maka!" Soul cried out as he led her to her room. "Maka have you been crying?"

"You're crazy Soul." She said as she shut the door quietly and started to get dressed.

What happened in that room?

One thing Soul was not expecting was at eight o'clock for Maka to emerge, dressed in a pretty blue skirt and a deep royal blue silk blouse that showed quite a bit of cleavage. Her hair was down, no pig tails to be seen and she was slipping on some black flats. She had actual make up on as well. Blue eye shadow that matched her shirt, the eyeliner she had done made her look sexy. And the deep red lipstick she was apply contrasted in a lovely way with her pale skin.

"What are you doing Maka?" was the only sentence that was able to make it out of his mouth.

"I'm going to Chupacabras with my father." She said simply and her scythe fell off of the couch.

"Huh?" This had caused Black*Star to turn around as well. Everyone knew she hated her good for nothing father Deathscythe.

"We're meeting at Chupacabras. You can text me if you need me." Maka said, a matter-of-fact tone to her voice. She at the very least seemed like she was doing better than earlier.

Soul was pissed, no saying he was pissed didn't even cover it. He was livid. He had texted Maka trying to see when she was going to be home and she gave him a one word answer. Won't. Won't! What the fuck is that supposed to mean? So he had decided to take his bike down to Chupacabras and go confront her and bring her home himself.

Needless to say when he walked in he wasn't expecting what he saw. Maka and Spirit were sitting on the couch he frequented, sitting very close; and laughing. What was more, he noticed the rosy tinge to his meister's cheeks and the drink in her hand. Her father was getting her drunk. Soul was going to kill him.

"The Fuck are you doing Maka?" He stormed over and pulled the drink out of her hand. To which she promptly ignored him and stole some of her fathers. "And you! What the hell are you doing getting your teenage, not legal, daughter drunk?!"

"She didn't tell you." Spirit's voice was suddenly deathly serious.

"She didn't tell me fucking anything!" Soul yelled.

"Angel, why don't you go and get the bill for Papa." Spirit said and Maka smiled and skipped away, no literally, she skipped.

"I can't tell you Soul." There was the seriousness again.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that unless my daughter tells you what is going on, then It's not my place to tell you." He cleared his throat. "I can tell you that I've been monitoring her and making sure she's not going over board. Suffice it to say if you know, you wouldn't' begrudge her, and that this is what she needs right now." There was something sad and protective in Spirit's eyes that unsettled Soul to no end. Soul ran a hand over his face and sighed deeply.

"I'm taking her home."

"That's probably a smart move." He said as Maka returned he whispered in her ear. "Soul's going to take you home. Go on Maka." And with the urging from her father she followed him. Or rather, Soul carried her ass out of the bar since she couldn't walk at all. What's going on with you Maka?

A/N: I know I know! I started a new story without finishing my other! But this inspiration hit me and it's going to be pretty cool. Please read and review. Song requests and guesses are much appreciated :)

Until Next time,

~Missy~