A/N: I was really proud of the idea for this story but then I wrote it REALLY badly and I edited it a bit but then gave up.
Still I think you can appreciate the symbolism and how amazed I was at my mind when I came up with this.
Backstory:
神 - Kami, the name of Maka's mum. In japanese it can be translated as paper or God.
Kami
The TV was on. He didn't hear it. Curled up on the couch there was only one thing he could hear. The one thing he didn't want to. Her sobs. The sound travelled from her room and seemed to aim straight for his ears. He tried to block out the sound. There was nothing he could do to help. It was pain that she brought on herself because she wouldn't let go. She wouldn't look at it objectively or listen to him.
Every year. Without exception she was sad on this day. Her mothers birthday. Kami. Quite an ironic name really. Two meanings, God and paper. And that's what she is.
It was easy to see why Maka wouldn't give up the Godly imaginings she had of her mother. Her father had never been particularly good to her and she didn't have any other parents, of course. In Soul's mind though, Kami was the worse parent. He didn't like either of her parents really but Spirit was around at least. In Maka's life Kami's only presence was paper. A few scattered postcards. The same ones catching Maka's tears right now.
Soul thought of his own family. Maybe they were drawn together. Neither could be with their family and be happy. He suddenly felt guilt overwhelm him. She was alone. He tried to cheer her up before but it had never worked. Now though he felt like it would. There was no reason, just a gut feeling.
Soul pulled himself up off the couch and shuffled towards her room, trying to construct some sort of sentence in advance. Her head didn't even turn when he opened the door and walked towards her.
"Maka..." He half whispered, desperately searching his brain for what her should say next.
She turned to face him. Her eyes were red and puffy, tears left lines on her face, her body shook as she tried to contain her sobs.
Soul took a step towards her. He wanted to run. Seeing her like this made him want to break something. It made him angry. Angry that emotions like this could even exist for someone as sweet as Maka.
Her lower lip quivered. She stood slowly and walked towards him grabbing his shirt and pulling him forward until her face was on his chest. Her tears soaked his shirt. He moved his arms around her back and held her.
This was the family they could rely on.
sorry for being shit.