Repeat!

Description: Maka finds a disturbing similarity her love life and her mother's. Can she and Soul stay together?

Rating: T

Disclaimer: no

Her father's eyes were wet with tears. Maka looked up at him.

"Kami…"

"I have custody of Maka. Now leave."

"I'll give you some money every month—"

"I don't want your pity, Spirit. Save it for everyone else at Chupra Cabra's."

Maka knew well enough to stay silent.

"Maka!" Maka woke up. Soul was hovering over her with a worried look. "What's going on? You were screaming again."

"N-nothing." In a week, Soul would celebrate becoming a Death Scythe.

"You're worried, aren't you? Don't," He picked her up out of her bed and placed her down on the couch. "Here's some toast."

"…" Maka chewed slowly, hoping that he wouldn't notice anything. He did.

"Maka. Something's wrong. Please tell me."

"…" Why can't he forget it? He's more like Papa every day.

"Maka this is uncool." He tried to kiss her but was pushed away.

"I'll tell you what's uncool! Everything about you now that you're a Death Scythe! Look at you. And what about your little 'accident'?"

"Maka. I swear—"

"That it wouldn't happen again? You're like a black hole now."

"Maka look at me," She curled up into a ball, turning away. "LOOK AT ME!" Her eyes shot up to face him. "I love you. You know that. Now tell me what's wrong."

"You're just like him! Why are you doing this to me? I love you. Why?!" With an unexpected kick, she escaped, grabbed her bag and ran out. I see now. This is just mom and dad all over again. That's it… I'll just go to mom. She'll help.

Repeat! Soul

Soul was dumbfounded. What's wrong with Maka? Then it hit him. He flew out of their apartment, grabbing pictures and a box that Maka had tried to hide from him.

"Spirit… I don't know what you did to Kami to lose her, but you better help me keep Maka…"

Spirit. Death Scythe-sama. Ex-husband of the ominous Kami. Maka's idiot father. Papa. Hearing a knock on the door, he opened his eyes, then winced in pain from a hangover. Hearing a curse followed by a slicing sound, he rocketed to his door to find none other than Soul, pointing a hand at his throat. "What did you do to Kami?"

"What's it to you?"

"Everything."

"Too bad. That's something you'll never understand, piano brat."

"Don't think so?"

"I could tell you a long list of things that your rich snotty head couldn't grasp."

"Your throat would be slit by then."

"As i—" Spirit was stopped as a hand was replaced by a blade.

"Good transformation time. Almost as fast as that boy plays violin. What was his name again? Oh, right. WES. I remember. Awful polite, unlike you. Much cooler and much better. He doesn't stick his nose into his partner's family business." Too far.

"WILL YOU EVER TAKE ANYTHING SERIOUSLY, OLD MAN?!" Wes Evans. The Wes Evans. The one better than anybody. Spirit had nerve.

"Fine. You want me to be serious? Stay away from my daughter. Quit trying to stick your head in too far. I know kids like you. You'll just break her heart."

"Takes one to know one. And too late, 'cause I love Maka."

"Give it up. I wont allow it."

"Yes you will, Spirit-kun." A woman's voice cut through the room.

"Nani?! Maka, that's your mom?"

"Hai. We had a little talk. She says your just like Papa."

"True. So even though I know from experience that this could end bad, I know you two love each other very much. And I'm hoping that if I guide Maka through this, you can avoid what happened to me." Spirit grabbed Kami's hand.

"I'll help."

"No you wont."

"Why not? Soul needs to see where to go from my point of view."

"Fine. Okay, Maka?" Maka and Soul were gone. "Wha?"

"They went to their apartment." Spirit tried pulling towards the living room.

"Great. I've been told that a cat is living with them, and I need to talk to her."

"Why can't you talk to me? She can't even refer to herself in first person."

"No. I'm going." She walked out. Following her daughter's soul proved to be difficult with the large crowd of people going to work. It didn't help that she was also riding on Soul's bike. Swearing silently, a pair of hands grabbed her from the street and into a dark alley. The person grinned and clamped her mouth shut.

Meanwhile, Maka and Soul were trapped in a staring contest. Soul had snuck up on her and kissed her while she was making dinner. Now with a face as red as the tomatoes she was cutting she looked at him as the two waited for someone to talk.

"There's smoke coming out of the pasta."

"ACK!" Maka made a dive for the pot but was pulled away from the flaming pasta just in time by Soul. Do I always have to protect her? Now her apron was on fire. A few minutes later, they were sitting on the couch with chips and salsa after ordering takeout.

"Um… thanks, Soul. Eep! Soul you just spilled pasta sauce all over you!" He had leaned back on the table, knocking over a bowl of sauce.

"#($&)(W$^)(*^&#)*&#." Soul removed his shirt and wrapping it into a ball, threw it in his room. Maka flinched. Oh, crud. His bare chest was now revealed to her. It still carried that big black stitch from their Italy trip. She fell to the floor, crying uncontrollably. "Maka. Don't worry. I protect you because I love you. Really I don't mind it. I'd die if it saved you." More tears. He folded his arms around her and pulled her into a kiss. Thank god Blair works overtime on Fridays. Suddenly, the door of the apartment ripped open. Blair pounced in, dangling her keys on her tail. Soul and Maka ended the kiss, but he still held on to her. Following Blair was a tall, white haired young man with a bored expression on his face. "WES?!" Soon, his parents followed. "(*)(!*#*^$%)*%^)(%&#)*&#)*??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!)(*&)#(*&!!!!" This was bad. Very very very bad.