"Maka, where are we going?" Soul asked again. "What's so important that you have to drag me out of bed at 3am?"
"Shut up, Soul. This means a lot to me."
"Well thats a start, but what is 'this'?"
"You'll see. Let's see now...I think it's this way..." Maka mumbled to herself as she made her way through the alleys of Death City. "Just around this corner...DAD?!"
"Maka! You're here too?" asked Spirit. He stood up slowly, clutching a letter.
"It's too early for this! What the hell is going on?!" Soul yelled.
"What are you doing here, father?" Maka said. The way she said father was like a slap in the face to Spirit.
"The same reason you're here, Maka dearest. I came to see Mama just like you. See? I really do care! And call me Daddy, like you used to!"
"I never called you Daddy." Maka sounded disgusted at the idea.
Suddenly a clapping broke the silence of the night. "What a lovely family reunion!" said a voice from the darkness. "And you've brought Soul as well, I see. So nice to see you again."
"What?!" Soul and Maka said at the same time.
"It's you! But...how?" asked Soul.
"That's not something you need to know," he said evilly. "Oh Maka, what's wrong? Don't you recognize me? You seem frozen.." his words rang with a cruel sarcasm as he stepped out from the shadows, revealing himself.
Maka recognized him instantly. The black blood, the demon, the horrible creature who had tried to drag Soul down into the madness. She'd defeated him once, in order to save Soul, but thinking about it now, she wanted revenge. She'd almost lost Soul because of him, and now he was back. There was no way she'd let him go anywhere near Soul ever again, no matter what the cost,she vowed to herself. She cared a lot about Soul and never wanted to see him get hurt again.
"Don't look so upset Maka, I'm not here for your precious boyfriend. I came here for you," he said, with an evil smile growing on his face.
"BOYFRIEND?!" cried Spirit. "MAKA TELL ME HE'S LYING! SOUL ISN'T YOUR BOYFRIEND, RIGHT?! YOU KNOW THAT WOULD JUST BREAK YOUR DEAR OLD DADDY'S HEART!"
"Calm your tits old man," Soul said. "We've been over this before, she's too flat chested for a cool guy like me!" blurted Soul. It was a lie, of course. He couldn't care less about her breast size, he wasn't that type of guy. He cared about Maka a lot. But she'd never see him as anything more than her partner, especially after that comment.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY PUNK?!" Spirit shouted, jumping at Soul, ready to attack.
"This is all very entertaining, but I have matters to attend to," said the demon, grabbing Spirit by the collar and pulling him back. "A death scythe, huh? Maka, you're just making this too easy for me."