Maka knew what kind of woman she was.

She didn't need Soul to point that she wasn't cute. She was already well aware of that fact. She had a serious and strict face with sharp eyes. The face of a braniac, a know-it-all, a face that pushed people away rather than drew anyone in. And that was fine. She didn't want any stupid boys ogling her body.

As much as her friends insisted that deep down she must truly want to dress up and dabble in make up, she was past that. After all, Maka had been cute in a past life. A distant life full of ribbons and dresses and her father's arms.

But all of that, like her mother, was gone now.

And it was all her stupid father's fault.

Men were all the same in her well-known opinion so no she was not interested in making herself 'look pretty' for some stupid boys, thank you very much.

She wanted to show off all of those boys that a female body was more than an object of pleasure. She wanted to be feared and respected for the strength of both her body and mind. She wanted to remind her father of what all of his cheating ways had lost. She knew she could reach her mother's legacy and create a weapon that could surpass her father. She would wipe that slimy smile off of her father's face and remind him of what loyalty and teamwork were capable of.

She just wanted to be strong. She wanted to stand alone without a man's help.

She knew she could do it.