My first Soul Eater Fanfic, play nice. This is set after they defeat the Keshin. If any information is wrong please politely inform me. Thank you.

The atmosphere was perfect. Lush green grass was swaying lazily in the gentle salt tasting breeze, with seagulls floating effortlessly above. The sea could be heard not too far off, along with the hum of the market-place in the distance. Maka stood in the middle of the cobble-stone pavement looking out over the green field in-front of her, realizing just now what she had been missing out with while being at DWMA for so long. Despite traveling the world on missions to destroy witches, she hadn't even noticed the serene landscapes she had surrounding her. She had been to Milan at least a dozen times previously, but to her, this really was new.

"Maka, it's amazing isn't it?" A tall beautiful blonde woman next to her sighed. Once she had killed the keshin, she found her mother and went traveling around the world with her. It had been such a long time since she had spent time with her mother since her parents' split up. She honestly wished it was her father who had left to travel the world and have her mother stay in Death City with her while she was studying and training to turn Soul into a Death-scythe. The time she was spending with her mother now was all worth the wait she thought in her mind; she looked towards her mother's figure and smiled.

"You've been living a wonderful life, traveling wherever you please. Sometimes I wish I went with you." Maka's mother turned her head to see her daughter's emerald eyes with her hazel ones. She smiled, ruffled her hair with one hand and laughed to herself.

"It is wonderful honey. I've seen things and places the majority of people will never see in their whole lives. You could say I've turned into quite a Gypsy. And not to leave out the gorgeous men spread out to the four corners of the Earth, I have enjoyed the company of them the most!" Maka blushed and looked away as they started to cross the path and onto the grass. Her mother smiled slyly as she had noticed Maka's embarrassment. "Oh come on, you didn't think I would just stay alone forever! A woman gets lonely after a divorce or break up. You're lucky you haven't experienced that yet; I envy you." Maka opened her mouth to speak but stopped, turning her head away from her mother more, so she couldn't see her face. They stopped at the edge of the grass which overlooked the sea and beach below. Birds hovered almost head height from where they stood and could even be seen nesting below their feet off the cliff-edge.

"Mama, you remember that boy? The one who was my partner throughout DWMA?" Maka started to fiddle with the edge of her shirt and looked down to her shifting feet. She hadn't seen Soul since she left with her mother. It had been around four years and seven months since they left. Maka blushed again. How could she know it had been that long?

"Ooooh it's a confession is it? That scruffy little guy with a massive case of tough guy syndrome? I thought you'd be more into intellectual boys. Whooohoo you go girl! Can't look pass the bad boys, just like me!" Maka pouted and stomped her feet, playfully punching her mother's arm. Her mum rubbed her arm and grabbed Maka in a head-lock, dragging her into the grass. Both of them rolled around on the ground until Maka ended up on-top of her mother successfully winning the wrestle.

"Yes him. But I wasn't sure about it until we left Death City. And he'd be too cool to like me anyway. He likes girls with big boobs…" Maka's mother put both of her hands up to grope her daughter's chest.

"Well last time I had checked, you had boobs. And they are still there missy." Maka jumped off her mother's belly and wrapped her arms around her chest. It was true she had "grown" over the years, but Soul didn't know that. She was taller too. Almost the spitting image of her mother, except for her eyes which she inherited off her father, Spirit. She kept her hair at a reasonable length but lost the piggy-tails. She either kept it out or in one singular pony-tail because it looked more mature. She also had thighs and hips now, with a curving waist, which to her disgust had a few men in her travels whistle at. She wasn't a little girl in appearance anymore.

"Mama…even though I am with you, I miss all my friends."

"And Soul?" Her mother cut in, earning a dig in the ribs. Her mother nursed her ribcage and stood up out of the grass. The sun was starting to set, leaving a beautiful golden glow on the Earth, making it more serene than possibly thought. She put her hand out to help Maka up off the ground and they stood up side by side.

"We should be getting back to the hotel, it's late." Maka said quietly. They held hands and walked down the lit up street until they got "home".

It was a dark little joint but stylish. The floor was tiled with a diamond pattern and polished so it almost reflected the people walking upon it. The benches and table tops were made of a fine red-grained wood, probably mahogany or some other imported wood; but most likely very expensive. There were stools evenly spaced out along the bar, each with a comfortable looking cushion appearance. It was all dim lighted giving it a 1930's look like in old photographs your grandmother would show you or in the movies; all intentional of course. The bar-tender wiped the beer-glasses with a singular stained white cloth, wearing crescent-moon spectacles on the end of his nose. There was a little stage in the corner of the place where a band or musicians off the street would often perform at night. On that stage was a gorgeous black piano, polished like the floor but to an extent that you could do your make-up by looking into it. Many people played on it but at a particular hour each night and onward, it was reserved for one person.

People started coming through the doors of the bar bringing life to the place. From shifty to fancy-dressed, big and small and probably under-aged, the place was filled and rowdy in a matter of minutes. People ordering drinks here and there, loud yelling and laughing; one would think a party was going on but it was an every night occurrence. A man in thin red pin-stripes on black, so hard to see it almost looked purple, walked in the bar. He wore a black matching fedora which he tipped to the bar-tender, in return earning a wave back and a glass with something alcoholic residing in the bottom placed in-front of him on the bar.

"Thanks Lou." He said with a toothy smile, taking a sip of what turned out to be straight aged rum, his regular first drink of the night. "Busy night as usual?" The bar-tender put the glass he had in his hands down behind the counter and leaned on the bench with one elbow casually.

"Sure is Soul. Though you know, there wouldn't be as many women here if you didn't come and play every night. You should try with one, wouldn't be so hard for you." Lou sounded a little jealous as he said that, making Soul give a light snicker. He then skulled his whole drink, slamming the glass on the bench and sliding it down to Lou.

"Anyone else rocked up yet?" Lou shook his head while re-filling his glass with the same drink, but diluted with what looked like coke.

"Black Star hasn't come in yet; he said he would be smashing some poor sod's fence or something, Tsubaki defiantly trying to stop him of course. Ya' might get them in later. As for Kid, he can't stand this place due to the stage being to the right like that…picky bastard." Soul sighed and leaned lazily over the bench with his bum sticking out, head in his crossed arms like as if he was already hung-over. "But you know from the noise that Patty and Liz are here, but they won't be for long 'cos they are light-weights."

"So a normal night then?"

"Yup, sure is." They went silent for a bit. A man tapped Soul's shoulder making him turn around to see who it was. He was a short, stout man with a fat cigar sitting on the edge of his lip. If he hadn't known him, he would think he was some big mafia boss. It was one of the local musicians that often played at the bar with a saxophone. Soul often played the piano with him but preferred to play solo.

"Ey Evans, ya playin' ta'night? I be bringin' tha boys down an' we can play some tunes like ol' times." He had a heavy accent which didn't help his case on looking like some criminal. But he was actually a nice guy.

"Nah not tonight Leo, not in the mood for depressive Jazz." Even though he personally loved jazz, it would just make him feel worse.

"Awww why not Evans? Ya should be findin' yerself a lady to brighten ya up. But then I spose then we aint be seeing you late nights anymore eh? Have 'nother drink m'boy an' get on stage with me and we can go duo nice 'n slow, whaddya say?" Soul looked at the bottom of his empty glass and shoved it aside.

"Why not old boy?"

Maka lay on the fluffy quilt on her bed. She had tufted it up during her sleep, well what little sleep she had. She had remembered her mother saying that moving on from her father was hard, despite how much she hated him for cheating. She couldn't find comfort in other men until years after her divorce. Maka thought about it for a while and wondered if it would be like that for her too. She was turning twenty-one soon and was still single; which wasn't surprising since she was moving from place to place all the time. Often she had to have a room all to herself while her mother had picked up in town and wondered if she should be doing the same too. But each time she had thought back to Soul and it left her mind quickly. She would get awfully lonely without any contact with her friends apart from sending odd postcards now and then, but she would never get replies due to traveling. She only contacted Death twice since leaving, but only during the early time of her departure. She heard her mother rustle in the bed beside her and get up; probably for a pee she thought.

"42-42-564…" Maka's mother wrote on the steamed up mirror after a hot shower, wrapped up in a towel. The mirror shined and changed, revealing a black cloaked figure on the other side. Death turned around with a cup of tea in his big bulky hands, blowing the steam from it before taking a sip.

"What up?" he humbly asked, lowering the cup and cradling it in his hands. Maka's mother took a deep breath and exhaled.

"It's Maka."

"Not even a hello? That's just like you Kami; always getting to the point quickly." Kami smiled softly, water dripping from her hair.

"And you are always straying from the point sir as always. I want to ask you something about a boy called Soul Eater Evans. Is he still in Death City?" There was noise behind Death which was not what she wanted to hear for it was all too familiar.

"I HEAR MY DARLING'S VOICE! Is, is, IS THAT YOU SWEETIE?" Death swung his hand behind him, hitting the man running full speed towards the mirror on Death's side, sending him sprawling in cartwheels back from where he'd come from.

"Ignore him. Yes, but I wouldn't say he is a boy anymore. He has grown into quite a young man Kami. Veeeery popular with the ladies I must say." Death took another sip at his tea and lowered it. Kami shook her hair a little to rid of the water a bit for it was soaking her towel which wouldn't be good if a certain person gained consciousness again after a good whack from the Shinigami.

"I see. Has he found a woman then?" Death sighed and placed his empty tea cup on a coffee table just behind him.

"Not that I know of. He often goes to a little bar in town but never leaves with anyone unless it's Black Star, which usually leads to a police chase later in the night. You know they had set fire to some expensive car and rolled it down the street until it crashed into some godforsaken alleyway once." He said matter-of-factly as he poured himself another tea and took a sip; giving off a relaxed exhale after lowering his cup.

"I think it's time for us to stop by then. Someone needs to straighten out this hooligan roaming the streets of Death City it seems." Kami pouted.

"What Black Star? I thought your daughter liked Soul?"

"NO I MEANT SOUL! BLACK STAR IS YOUR PROBLEM…I was trying to sound cool you idiot!" Kami huffed and wrapped her hair up into another towel. From behind Death, Spirit got up and ran to the mirror quickly, pressing his face against it like a little kid showing faces in the back of a car at people driving behind them.

"Darling! How are you muffin? How's our baby girl going? I hope she is still a little angel like she was with me! You coming back? Oh I have so much to tell you, WAIT!" Death grabbed Spirit by his collar and took him outside his office and locked the door. He then walked back to the mirror and coughed politely.

"Please excuse him Kami, well we could use some lightening up. But also we might need Maka here for another reason; something important. Kami's eyes farrowed into full seriousness.

"Please fill me in sir."

Thanks for informing me about Maka's mother's real name. Thank god it was during early writing for I wouldn't have bothered to change it if this was a long 20, 000 + word story :P This is going to be rated M for later references if I continue this story later when I have the time. I hope you all have enjoyed as of yet. Thanks for reading.