12 years before present time...
"Waaaaaaaaaah~"
The crying sound of a small baby girl screamed throughout the single ward hospital room, as a red-haired man in his late teens rocked the baby from side to side, making ridiculous sounds in attempt to calm the baby, as his beige-haired partner on the hospital bed, who was also in her late teens, stared at him...
"Goochy goochy goo~!"
"Erm…"
"A Goochy Goochy GOO~!"
"Excuse me…"
"Who's da cutesie wutsie littla girlie?"
"Can you please stop that? It's stupid."
The baby didn't stop crying, causing more and more people were starting to gather around small ward, trying to apprehend the cause of the wailing.
"Why isn't she stopping? She just keeps crying non-stop…" cried the male teen in despair.
"New born babies are like that; they tend to cry whenever they are sad or feel discomfort," the female patient commented nonchalantly.
The male teen turned towards his partner on the hospital bed with a quizzical look on his face, before returning his attention towards the baby.
"There is NO WAY our baby can be scared of her own father, right?"
As though to answer his question, the baby started to cry even louder.
The beige-haired teen on the hospital bed sighed. As her partner continued in his futile attempts to soothe the wailing little girl, she moved forward to take the baby in her arms and cradle her, while humming a soft lullaby.
The baby girl stopped crying and for the first time, opened her still-developing eyes and looked up to face her mother. A pair of tear-wet emerald eyes met another pair of gentle caring emerald eyes, which miraculously made the baby smile.
"Oh my... My baby is just SO CUTE~!" screamed the red-haired father excitedly like a little schoolgirl, "She looks just like you, Kami!"
The woman called Kami smiled softly at her partner, "She sure does, Spirit."
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The baby girl was now giggling in the arms of her mother, while she reached for the beige locks of her mother's hair with her tiny fragile hands. The man called Spirit nearly died from happiness looking at his little girl in his wife's arms.
"Have you thought of a name to give our child yet?" The red-haired asked his wife.
Kami stared at him momentarily upon that question, before turning her head towards the floor at the side of her single bed. Surprised, Spirit followed her eyes, which were currently focused on a pile of neatly-stacked books at the side of the room. He had not noticed them as he was previously too preoccupied with their wailing child.
"Having consulted the 381 practically useless baby books, which you had bought on impulse EVERYTIME you walk past a bookstore for the past few months, I must say I am disappointed that I cannot find a single name that tickles my fancy..."
"You read EVERYONE of them?" Spirit stared at his partner in amazement.
"It's a waste if I don't read them," commented Kami dryly. "Besides, most of them don't serve much purpose since most of its content is just pictures of HALF-NAKED women."
"But it teaches you how to breastfeed. And it's only a small section of the book." The male defended.
"I don't need 381 'PICTORIAL' books, which the 'breastfeeding' section takes up to two-thirds of the entire book EACH, to tell me how to breastfeed..."
Spirit tried to retort back, but was hit squarely in the face with one of the exceptionally thick books in the 'collection', before collapsing on top of the remaining 380 books.
"Be grateful that the really thick ones were at the bottom of the stack and out of my reach..." the culprit commented.
Spirit looked up towards his wife, expecting an evil grin spread across her face, but was instead surprised to see a warm smile on her face as she looked lovingly towards their daughter.
"But... there is this ONE name that I think suits our baby, no thanks to the books you bought..."
As Spirit climbed back up on his feet, Kami repositioned the baby in her arms, who was now playing with her hair, to reach for a small piece of paper on the bedside table with her now freed hand. Looking at the word scribbled on paper one more time, she smiled once more before passing the paper to her partner.
He took one look at the paper, and smiled.
"Maka Albarn. It's perfect..."
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Just as the small baby girl was falling asleep in her mother's arms, Spirit suddenly recalled something.
"Oh yeah. Shinigami-sama wanted to talk to you, Kami."
The red-haired produced a small mirror from the inside pocket of his black suit jacket and passed it towards his partner direction. The woman repositioned the sleeping baby in her arms to get a more comfortable position, before reaching for the mirror with her free hand. Placing the mirror on her lap, she began to write the seven familiar numbers on the mirror surface with the tip of her finger, which started to glow bright as a ripple-like effect covered the entire mirror surface. A second later, the previously mirrored image of Kami was replaced with an image of a quirky blue ceiling room, adorned with pictures of cartooned clouds.
"Riiiiisu!" A black figure with a cartoon skull mask popped out from the bottom of the mirror to greet his caller. "Congrats, Kami-chan, on the birth of your baby girl!"
"I am honoured for Shinigami-sama to congratulate me personally." Kami bowed her head to the black figure in the mirror, since she was still carrying little Maka in her arms.
"Nada, nada… How can I not be happy when one of my own students has given birth?"
"Of course Shinigami-sama is happy, Kami. Look at how CUTE my Maka-chan is. How can ANYONE resist such a cu-"
"You, on the other hand," Shinigami suddenly pointed a cartoonish accusing finger towards Spirit, "should be in class! You should be setting a good example to the rest of the students, who unlike you have yet to reach the Death Scythe status."
"Huh?" The young Death Scythe produced a pouting face, which he thought was quite cute but was actually as hideous as anyone who tried to as like Japanese girls with their 'Kawaii' catchphrase (No offense to all Japanese girls reading this fan fiction). "Can't a father visit his own daughter?"
"I'm not against you visiting your family, Spirit-kun. What I AM AGAINST is that you don't attend classes, missions AND EVEN let Stein-kun go on his dissecting rampage around campus while you slack off your duty to spend your ENTIRE TIME either with your family, or flirting with another one of my students, which I believe takes up to 85% of your time."
Kami stared at Spirit, who pretended to look away and mask his guilt with a very very VERY fake 'innocent' face.
"You know I still love you the best, right Kami?"
The same excuse that he had said to her EVERYTIME...
"Those other girls are nothing..."
Shinigami cleared his throat, reminding them that they were still taking to their boss. Kami gave Spirit another intense stare, which could turn Spirit into a human equivalent of a Swiss-cheese from the many holes Kami intended to burn into his body from her glare, before returning her attention towards the Shinigami.
"I'm sorry Shinigami-sama, for not currently being unable to help you in your predicament due to my blubbering, stupid, incompetent, seemingly useless husband-"
"Hey!"
"-and I assure you that I will do my best to kept him in line in the future."
"Na... Don't worry too much 'bout him. You should just worry 'bout your well-being first..."
"Yeah Kami, like what Shinigami sa-"
"Spirit-kun," Shinigami, once again, with his cartoonish finger at him, "You are coming to my office RIGHT NOW."
Before he could protest, Sid Barett barged into the single ward, grabbed hold of Spirit's collar, before dragging him towards the exit. Well, not before the tanned man stop to say 'hello' to Kami.
As Kami watched her husband get dragged out of the hospital like a piece of trash (seriously, this totally fits his description), the black figure in the mirror turned back to her, greeted her goodbye, before the mirror flashed again, once again possessing the ability of a normal mirror.
Kami was once again all alone...
All alone...
Alone...
Tears rolled down the beige-haired teen's face, which she quickly dried away with the sleeve of her hospital gown...
Why does she love this perverted skirt-chaser, who ogles and clings onto every woman that crosses his path? Why does she forgive him every time he flirts with another woman, which could never be performed twice in most marriages? Why does she want to give him all of her everything, despite the little things he had ever considered for her?
Why does this love hurt so much?
She looked down towards the little girl in her arms, and hugs her gently, yet at the same time firmly, before planting a light kiss on the girl's forehead.
Maka. The only thing that is holding the relationship of her marriage, her family and her dream together...
And for that reason, Kami Albarn swore to bear it all...
Author's Notes:
Wah! My head is practically screaming in pain from finally continuing on a random idea that 'popped' up in my head...
Please be gentle on the comments, though I wouldn't mind if it is constructive feedback.