Maka left to the bathroom to change and unknowingly left the door part way open. Soul was waiting for his meister to change and sat on the chair when he noticed the door was cracked. He watched subconsciously not even stopping to think that this was HIS meister. He watched the gown fall from her shoulders to the floor. He saw her lacey panties and was surprised to see of all things she was wearing a thong.
Maka wearing a thong? That's news. Wait why am I watching her change? This is my meister. Just look away I mean any guy would watch a girl change. It's natural instinct right? It was just a fluke. But, even Soul being the cool collected guy he always is, could feel his face burning in what he thought was probably shame for watching his meister like this.
Maka had finished changing but decided she could forego her jacket. She walked out holding her jacket and looked at soul whose face could've been going up in flames with how red it was. But it was just a passing thought and she was ready to go home.
"Soul," Maka said. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah." Soul said coolly.
They headed out the door in a comfortable silence. Walking down the corridors they could see where the school had started to be patched up, now that Death City was finally back in its place.
"Oh hey Soul," Maka started. "Could we go see my papa before we leave?"
"Sure thing," Soul said adjusting their route to the death room. "How are you feeling now?"
"I'm feeling okay. Just tired and very, very sore." Maka said rubbing her ribs where the Ashura had grabbed her.
"Well that would make sense. That battle wasn't exactly the easiest moment of our lives." Soul said trying not to scratch his back where he had also been attacked by Ashura.
They continued walking down the hall in silence.
"I wonder how Lord Death is doing?" Maka wondered aloud.
"Kid said he's doing much better now." Soul said brushing past the subject and turning down another hall.
Before they knew it they were in the hall heading to the death room.
"Maka," Soul said stopping in the hallway. "Are you ready to see your crazy father?"
"Yes. Yes I am." Maka said without hesitation for once.
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They walked just a bit further up the hall and found themselves in the death room, which no longer had a gaping hole in it. Spirit and Lord Death were facing the mirror keeping an eye on the construction going on around death city and idly chatting.
"Um… Papa…" Maka said quietly.
"Why hello there Ma-" Lord Death began.
"MAKAAAAA!" Spirit cried loudly cutting off Lord Death as he tackled his daughter.
"Oof. Hi Papa," Maka said under the crushing weight of her father's hug.
"Oh Maka! I'm so happy to hear your voice and see your face!" Spirit cried
"I'm glad to see you too, Papa." Maka said trying to catch her breath.
Spirit let go and looked at his daughter with tears in his eyes and Maka wearily smiled back. She was honestly happy to see him again. She wasn't sure she was going to during the fight with the Kishin.
"Hey Soul Eater. Come here." Spirit demanded.
Soul walked over with his hands in his pocket. He stood there as Spirit stared at him. Next thing he knew he was trapped in an embrace with Spirit. He was thoroughly confused.
"Uhh…" Soul hesitated.
Spirit broke away and said "You took care of my daughter in there. You were prepared to give your life for her. Kid told us what happened when he woke up. You protected my baby and I just wanted to thank you for that."
"Of course. It would've been totally uncool if I hadn't put all my effort forth that I could." Soul said regaining his cool.
Maka looked, amazed at her father who just hugged her weapon partner, who Spirit never liked.
"And Maka." Spirit started. "My dearest Maka. My darling daughter."
"Yes papa?" Maka asked.
"I am so proud of you. You are the best daughter I could ever ask for." Spirit said happily.
"Yes, yes Maka we're all very proud and in your debt." Lord Death said finally getting a word in. "Defeating the Kishin is certainly no easy task. Even I couldn't do it this time around. Of course there's always potential in people to become Kishin. But anyway, I'm very happy to see you're up and doing well." Lord Death said in a happy way.
"Thank you Lord Death. I had a very good partner to take care of me." Maka said smiling.
Soul felt a tingly feeling in his stomach that he just passed off as being hungry.
"Well, we only came bye to say hi and see how you were doing but I'm very ready to go home. We'll see you guys later." Maka said holding her ribs.
"MAKAAAAA! DON'T LEAVE MEEEE!" Spirit cried loudly.
"Common Soul. Let's go before papa can tackle me again." Maka said anxiously as she started dragging Soul out by the wrist
"Bye Lord Death! Bye papa!" Maka called as they left.
"Bye-bye!" Lord Death called down the hall.
"Whew. Glad that's done with." Maka said.
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"What was up with your dad?" Soul said still in a state of state of surprise.
"He was just being my papa." Maka said thinking more about going home than her father's odd behavior.
They stepped outside into the fresh air ready to go home. They walked out to the street where Soul's motorcycle was parked. Soul whipped his leg around his bike and the engine roared to life. It was still fairly early in the morning so Maka put on her jacket. She got on the bike behind Soul and wrapped her arms around Soul.
Finally something familiar in my arms. I'm definitely ready to go home. I miss my room. Huh. I wonder if I could get Soul to make dinner? Or Lunch. Maybe breakfast. I don't know we'll see when we get home. Ah I love this fresh air.
Maka sat with her arms wrapped around Soul as they wound through the streets of Death City. Maka could feel his body radiate his warmth. She looked at his face and how concentrated, yet relaxed he seemed driving them home. They came to a stop at a light and Maka looked around feeling happy about seeing a familiar place and knowing she was only a few minutes from home. Maka's dirty blond hair was whipping around her face as they took off again. She really couldn't wait to get home.
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