Even After Death
Disclaimer: Soul Eater doesn't belong to me.
Then she cried. She hadn't cried over him before, and never again would she. She knew this, he knew this. He just stood beside her as she cried her eyes out over the dead man.
"I hate you!"
No she hadn't. If she had truly hated him, she would have never given him the time of day. She never would have left him a special place in her heart. Sure she had decided she didn't like him in this place, but just the fact he still had a place meant she had never truly brought herself to hate the man.
"Daddy loves you and Mommy."
She had always scoffed at this, but somewhere inside this too was accepted. Like that love she disguised as hate so she could go on. He had loved them. He hadn't loved them well, and never in the right way. He had loved them though. Which was why what he did hurt so damn much right now.
"I have no farther. You could just die!"
No he couldn't. He shouldn't have died. She had reluctantly taken it back, but even now it haunted her. Did her father know that she hadn't meant that? That the pain and betray had taken over everything else? Could he tell?
She backed away from the man's grave and turned to him. He looked at her. If she hadn't known him so well she wouldn't be able to recognize the worry in his face. He masked it so well, looking almost as emotionless as she has until everyone else was gone. Until it was just the three of them there: him, and her, and her dead father.
She took a few deep breathes until her sobs were under control.
"Thanks for those ribbons. I love them. I loved you and Mama. I still love you and Mama. You were lame. You were horrible. You cheated and hurt me so many times that I can't ever be the same. But I still love you. You helped me become strong. I became independent. When I did find guys I could trust, I could truly appreciate them thanks to you," she smiled as she said this, "and for all that I would never be able to tell you how wonderful that is. Don't get me wrong. I'll never be Daddy's little angel again. I couldn't ever be the day mom walked out the door. But I can still love you a hell of a lot more then anyone was and will be allowed to know, even me. Goodbye."
She was still refusing to look back as she took her partner's hand and walked out the door. As she smiled sadly at him and he gave a grim smile back.
Things would never be the same. But they would be okay.
A/N: So this is a oneshot about Maka's relationship with her father. I have wanted to write this for a while so I'm please with how it has turned out. I think this is how she truly feels about him, but I don't think we could ever know for sure unless Spirit kicked the bucket.
It's not my longest. But isn't my shortest oneshot either. All and all I am pretty pleased with the end result.