~I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS ILLUSTRATED IN THIS STORY~The yelling was happening again, they might have acted like a family at parties and such, but behind closed doors the five year old girl could hear her parents yelling in the next room. Her papa was a very wealthy Lord, respected by all, and feared by his enemies. Spirit Albarn had come to be a household name, everyone knew who he was. And almost everyone knew that he couldn't stay with one woman, his wife included. They would go around in circles, he would cheat on her, she would confront him, he would deny it and lie about it, and when his wife finally broke him he would always swear he was done running around. But alas, circles are circles for a reason. This night was no different however, after a party his wife sent their five year old daughter Maka to her room so they could talk. They thought the little girl couldn't hear them yelling, but she did, she would always sit on her bed hugging her knees to her chest as she listened to the hateful words spat back and forth. Their fights usually resulted in Maka falling asleep before they finished arguing, and the the next day her mother would always wake Maka up and tell her she loved her. Maka expected it from her mother, but this particular morning, her mother never came and woke her up. Finally at breakfast time their maid woke the youngster up "it's breakfast time miss." Maka opened her eyes smiling at the maid she loved so much, after the maid helped her get dressed she made her way to the dinning room. She entered the room wearing an olive green dress that matched her eyes "good morning papa!" she cheered and took her usual seat next to her papa, her eyebrows furrowed when she noticed her mommy wasn't at the table "where's mommy?" the little girl asked papa was staring down at his coffee cup, he sighed with his red hair hiding his eyes from the toddler "she's gone, she left Maka. And she's never coming back..." Maka's eyes widened "but... But... We're a family! Families are supposed to stay together!" she yelled as tears brimmed in her eyes. ~ten years later~ "you look beautiful miss" Sarah, the aging maid, said as Maka gazed at herself in the mirror. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun, her elegant white dress complimented her figure well. She smiled "this is going to be a great birthday." her smile widened as she left the room and gracefully glided down the stairs. Her papa was a no show, as usual. But she didn't mind, she politely mingled with everyone at the party and after everyone left she took her shoes off and looked around the large room as the memories of her childhood replayed. There was one acquaintance that wasn't there, Lady Elizabeth hadn't come to her party, but her friend was in mourning so she could understand.. She sighed and picked up her high heels "poor Lizzie..."she mumbled as she walked to her room to go to sleep. The next morning she heard her Papa's voice coming from the dinning room. She tightened the belt of her white satin robe and opened the doors to the dinning room, and saw her papa sitting in his usual seat along with a woman with purple hair, and a very tight robe... Maka glared at her papa and sat at the opposite end of the table "who's this?" she asked nodding in the direction of the strange woman. Her papa laughed nervously "this is Blair" the woman bowed her head, she couldn't have been any older then twenty! It was then that she noticed a large ring on her finger causing her to glare harder at her papa. He chuckled "she's my fiancé Maka." Maka stood up from the table looking down and left the room without another word. How could he? Stupid men... They're all the same! She ran to her mothers old room and locked the door behind her, she looked around the room and admired it a moment before laying down on the bed. She had demanded they leave it exactly how she left it, for her mothers return. When she looked towards the window and noticed a red stain on the corner of the dresser by the window she stood up and knelt down examining it closely, it was a small spot, but it was there none the less. And after a close inspection Maka realized it looked like blood, she ran her finger over it and noticed there was a small hair matted into the blood stain. Why was there blood on her mothers old dresser? Her eyes widened at the possibility... Was her mother.. Dead?