*Maka P.O.V*
"Wow." I breathed as I stepped out of the Taxi. I was taken aback by how much the city has changed since I've been gone. It was no longer that small town that smelled like death (hah puns). It was a vast city with many different houses and buildings. With, of course, the DWMA in the center. "Maka!?" I heard a deep male voice say. I turned and was met with warm golden colored eyes. "Kid?" I was shocked not only has the city changed but my old friend(s) as well. Kid was no longer the thin 13-year-old. He was now a 6'0 ft. muscular 17-year-old. He ran over and hugged me. "You've changed so much! We've all missed you! Death, Maka! Come on the other would like to see you as well!" He rambled. I started protesting but he continued to drag me with him. I became extremely agitated and flipped him. "Kid! I left for a damn reason! I can't see the group," I yelled then continued in a quieter voice, " I just came to visit Papa. He sent me a message saying something about a mission for the both of us. I'm sorry, Kid-kun."
With that I ran off.
*3 years earlier*
"Soul, I'm home!" I shouted over the faint music coming from his room. I set the takeout down on the table then proceeded to his room. I opened the door to the most soul shredding(1) scene i've seen. There on my boyfriends' bed was some tramp from school with Soul straddling her. He turned his white-topped head and his crimson orbs widened. "M-Maka! What are you doing home so early?" I looked at him as my forest green eyes filled with sadness and anger. "Asshole." I say eerily calmly. After that all I saw was red. I grabbed the home-wreckers clothes and threw them over the balcony. Then, I grabbed her face and threw her out the door and locked it. As soon as she was taken care of I walked to my room and proceeded to pack my things with Soul watching in horror. "Have fun with your sluts." I hissed before walking out.
*Flashback End*
I didn't even realize I was in front if the DWMA until a deep, recognizable voice said "M-Maka?" I gasped and scrambled up the steps of the DWMA and into Death's Room.
*Soul P.O.V*
I can't believe Maka's back. She's no longer that flat-chested bookworm. She's...matured. Even from behind I could see that her hips and chest were at their widest extent. Her waist was pinched in and her mile long legs held just the right amount of muscle. Her hair was still in her signature ponytails but they now reached mid-thigh. Just thinking about her gave me a nose bleed. However, I now have my chance to apologize and get her back. I wonder what she's doing back though. Last I heard she mastered her weapon blood, made 5 death scythes, one being herself, and her singing career had taken off. So, me being the cool person I am walked up the stairs to go swoon her.
*Back to Maka*
"What!? Papa you said I was going on a mission with you! I cancelled an entire 3-week concert for you!" I all but screeched. Lord Death proceeded to try and calm me down but only earned a steely glare from me. I was arguing with my Papa when Kid walked in. "Father you requested to see me?" He said in a monotone voice. Lord Death explained everything to kid. " I still refuse." I said defiantly. Kid shook his head chuckling. Lord Death muttered, " I didn't think I'd have to do this." Before stepping away from the mirror.
My mouth hung open in shock, "Maka, sweetheart, please just get this over with so you can be back in my arms, please?" I shot my boyfriend a playful glare, " Whatever you say, Black*Star." He pouted at my lack of pet name yet smiled afterwards " I'll see you soon, babe." He said using that word. I shuddered and glared as he waved goodbye.
" You guys must really want me on this mission." I said with a smile that seemed to cause everyone else to smile as well.