"I haven't even thought about remarrying."
That was the first and only time I ever lied to Blair. The thought of remarrying (possibly to one of the many women I spent so much time with) had crossed my mind several times. But it was no contest. I didn't love any of them, and I could never marry someone I didn't love.
Why, then, did my wife divorce me and my daughter come to hate me?
Because I am a terrible father, and an even worse husband.
My name is Spirit Albarn. I am the most powerful Death Scythe in the world, and because of that I have the honor of being Shinigami-sama's personal weapon.
But one thing even stronger than me is my love for Kami and my daughter Maka. Even now, after all that has happened between us, my love for them is greater than the highest points of Death City.
The one weak link is my spirit. Old habits are like weeds; you just can't get rid of them, no matter how many times you run the lawnmower over them or how much you scream at them to just die and go away.
I met Kami the same way I meet most of my women; over drinks at the bar. How ironic that the same womanizing tendencies and charm that won her over would also cause me to lose her.
"It's just not fair!" I cried to the walls of my room. But they had to words of encouragement to offer me; only the pictures of my beloved daughter that hung there.
Maka…She was my pride and joy. Even though she wanted nothing to do with me, I always went out of my way to find and congratulate her whenever she aced a test or succeeded on a mission. In return, she hurled verbal abuse biting questions I could not answer. But as much as I cried over her hatred of me, I was also happy, because my daughter was speaking to me.
I only wish that just once she would believe me when I tell her that I love her and her mother.
I sighed. "Maybe tomorrow."
Wiping the tears from my eyes and putting on my stern face, I exited my room and made my way down the stone-lined halls of Shibusen with my hands in my pockets. I had no destination, but I needed a distraction. Maybe I would go ask Stein how Maka was doing in class again.
"Spirit-kun!"
I turned to the source of the sound to see an attractive woman with a smile waving her hand and excitedly making her way towards me. She had blonde hair and was very well endowed beneath the purple sweater she wore. Yes, I would know those breasts anywhere.
"Hey, Theresa," I smiled. As far as distractions went, she was a pretty good one.
"I was just coming to see you! A new coffee shop just opened in town. Let's go check it out!"
Before I could respond, she had wrapped her arm around mine and begun leading me away.
And once again, I could not resist.
Whoever said old habits die hard sure wasn't kidding.