Spirit yawned as he made his way back to his home which wasn't far away from his daughter's home. He had wanted to talk to stein but to his disappointment the mad scientist had not been at home. Spirit yawned again and unlocked the door to his house. Walking inside he heard a cat screech. He raised an eyebrow. Wondering if Blair had decided to stay her. Spirit wandered into the kitchen, sliding his keys onto the work top. He looked around his small kitchen which consisted of an oven, sink and fridge. If he was honest, he had never used the oven and he probably never would. Spirit looked around. "Bair," he called wondering where the cat with magical powers was. There was a hiss of anger and a black cat launched its self at the death scythes face. Spirit dodged quickly and turned to look at the cat. It wasn't Blair. The cat had a white and red coat of fur...wait red? It was a bright red that stuck to the cat's fur. Spirit picked the cat up and stroked its back, pulling his hand away he looked at the velvet coloured substance in his hand. Spirit gasped. "Blood," he said in a confusing voice. The cat sprung from the red heads hands. "What the hell?" Spirit said. Spirit walked outside placing a cigarette in between his chapped lips. Lightening it he looked up at the daunting moon, laughing down on him. Spirit frowned and jumped when a familiar insane laugh echoed through his ears. Spirit frowned and turned to face his mad friend who was standing in the shadow of the ally. Spirit groaned. "Stein stop being a moron, i went to see you, you weren't there," spirit moaned, taking a long drag of his cigarette. He held one out to stein. When his friend didn't except it Spirit walked towards him. "What's wrong with you?" Spirit asked concerned. He walked into the darkness of the ally, but he didn't return. Minutes later a scream echoed through Shibusen.
The following morning Maka awoke. Soul was dangling on the couch still dressed in his signature clothes. His head band wrapped round his eyes. Maka sighed and picked up a rather large book. "Makaaaaaaaaaa...CHOP!" She shouted and slammed the book down on Souls head. Soul shouted in pain and gripped his now bleeding head. Maka blew on her book as if it was a pistol in a western movie. "Why!" Soul shouted. Maka shrugged and got dressed. "Come on get ready or we'll be late for class...i think professor stein said something about dissecting some sort of frog..." Maka said with a sigh. She didn't like dissecting things, but if it got her an A. Stepping outside of the house Maka was greeted by Kid, Liz and Patty. They had sad looks painted on their faces. "What's wrong?" Soul asked appearing behind Maka. "Maka..." Kid started. "My father informed me of some dreadful news this morning." Maka had a confused look about her. They were going to be late if Kid didn't hurry up. It was probably something stupid. Like how somebody destroyed his perfectly symmetrical bathroom. "Well...Maka...i don't know how to inform you of this but...Dr. Stein found your father this morning, his beat up pretty bad and my father thinks Justin may be behind it" Kid told her. All the time as kid spoke Makas expression had gone from confused, to shocked, to horrified. She shot off like a rocket. Forgetting completely about school and the others. Arriving at the hospital she burst through the door, breathing heavily. Her face had panic plastered all over it. She ran to the front desk. "Where's my Papa?" she asked sternly. The woman looked at Maka with eyes full of pity."What's your daddy's name sugah?" the woman asked. "Spirit Albarn," she replied quickly. The woman led her to the room. Maka looked in at her father, unconscious on the hospital bed. She had always ignored her father. She hated that he had betrayed her mother and that had caused the divorce. She always acted that she hated her father but she knew that he loved her dearly and she loved him just as much. "Papa..." she said sadly, tears beginning to run down her cheeks as she pressed her face against the cold glass of the window. Spirit was on a life support machine. His bloodied suit discarded and replaced by a pair of cream pyjama trousers. His chest was covered in bandages. Hiding the bloody wounds that covered his skin. There was a long cut on his face that ran from his left temple to the right side of his chin. Maka watched her father's chest rise and fall as he breathed. Nobody else was in the room and Maka walked inside. She could hear soul talking to the receptionist but all sounds were only muffles. She was shocked to see her father in this condition. She kneeled by his bed and put her hand in his. She lay her head down on the side of the bed and cried softly.
Soul waited in the hallway. He didn't want to disturb Maka; he could comfort her later if she needed it. Slumping down in his chair he eventually nodded off. Outside his dreams an hour had passed. Soul was playing the piano in front of a crowd of roaring fans. "Soul!" they shouted. "Soul!" suddenly the hospital hall way came flooding into view. He looked up at his frowning meister. "MAKA!" he half shouted. Maka pulled him up. "Shinigami-sama wants a word with us" she informed the groggy weapon. Her face showed clearly that she had been crying. Soul nodded. Before they left Soul saw Maka glance back at her father.
Maka looked up at Shinigami. There was an awkward silence in the room. The only other person there apart from Soul, Maka and Shinigami was Professor Stein. Shinigami bounced over to them. "As you know, your father has been gravely injured" he told Maka in his usual peculiar voice. "My suspicions lie with Justin Law, although I find it surprising that Justin could get the upper hand on Spirit-kun." Shinigami looked over at Stein who was standing in the corner. "What do you think stein?" He asked the madman. "I also find it strange, being his meister I know Spirit could not have lost to the likes of Justin, but it may be possible that the Kishin increased his power" Stein told him. Maka looked as though she was on the verge of tears. Soul took her hand. "We should go find Justin!" Soul said. Shinigami nodded. "We will investigate into this and attempt to capture Justin but you will not be going" Shinigami told them. "Why not!" Maka asked. Shinigami sighed. "Because we don't want you looking for revenge and you should stay with your father," Stein told them putting a cigarette to his mouth. Maka looked shock. She didn't think she would want revenge, but she wanted to help. Shinigami nodded. "Stein is right, I will be sending Stein to seek out Justin and get answers from him." Maka sighed but then nodded. "Ok" she said holding back her tears. She wanted to help. She turned and walked out with Soul. Steins eyes never stopped following them and he smiled to himself.
The following day, Stein set out in search of Justin. Soul, strangely, awoke before Maka. He knocked softly on her door. "Maka," he called softly. "Maka, I'm coming in ok." Soul pushed open the door to see Maka's bed neatly made as though it had never been touched. Soul swore and took the note that was taped to her bed. It read;
Dear Soul, I'm sorry that I left without you but I didn't want you to get hurt. I want to help Professor Stein and bring Justin in. It's the least i can do for my Papa. Don't worry, ok. Maka.
Soul swore again and ran back into his room. Grabbing fresh clothes he pulled them on and sprinted to the school. He needed to talk to Shinigami-sama, immediately.
Maka left half an hour after Stein. She thought for certain that she would catch up with him but after an hour there was no sign of him. Maka pulled a face. "Where is he?" she asked herself. The horrible thought of Justin standing over Steins dead body crossed her mind. She shook the thought from her head. There was no way Stein could lose, but her father had lost. "Papa," she said aloud feeling tears begin to well up in her eyes. She suddenly felt the somebody's eyes on her. She turned around to look at a grinning Stein. "Professor..." she said and he chuckled.