Thank you thank you thank you to all who reviewed! I hoped my story would get some good reviews but I honestly never expected some of you to actually favorite it and its author. You're all awesome. Your positive reviews made me so happy and inspired to write another chapter! I'm not sure if I like this one, but that's just me! I' m actually in a pretty good mood, so I'll update TWO chapters! Double the fun! (?) Expect some spelling mistakes, since I'm using WordPad.

Oh yeah, the disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater, I never owned Soul Eater and I never will own Soul Eater. *Pop* goes my shining bubble of hope.

I forgot to put it in the first, but I'm not gonna bother editing it so I can just put the disclaimer in. Editing was a nightmare for me...

Anyway, enough of my gibberish. Onward with the story!

"Howdy, howdy, howdy!"

The ironically chipper Lord Death beamed at his subjects, who either winced or (painfully) cracked a small smile. Soul growled, but that's probably because he's supporting his Death Scythe in-law. He passed out halfway to DWMA, and Soul practically half-dragged the dumbass to Shimigami-sama's chamber. He was really in no mood for the Lord's happiness. Besides, since when is Death...cheerful? was Soul's ongoing thought. The concept of death is usually sad, isn't it?

"Yo, Lordy Death, wass up?" Spirit finally recovered...somewhat. Soul figured this would continue for a good 24 hours. Thank goodness this meeting wouldn't last that long.

"Ah, Death Scythe, gone out drinking again?" Lord Death wasn't surprised. Neither was anyone else in the room. Spirit Albarn was nearly infamous for his drinking and womanizing.

Not to mention his foolishness. Even though he knew the Death Scythe for years, it still annoyed Shinigami-sama to see him act this way.

"So what's this all about?" Yumi Aszura demanded, paying no attention to Spirit's behavior. She saw no point in worrying over it. She adjusted her glasses and stared intently at the Lord. "You seem pretty serious."

Lord Death stared at his weapons before him: Marie Mjolnir, who takes form of a hammer/tonfa. Yumi Aszura, a strange weapon, a cross between crossbow, musket and rifle scope. The two Death Scythes that are actually scythes, Spirit and Soul. Lord Death felt very well blessed to have such strong Death Scythes (even if their human sides are a little strange...)

"You know why the DWMA is created, don't you?"

"Of course, sir. Isn't it created to train human meisters and their weapons, and to reap and capture the souls of kishin?" Marie answered a little hesitantly.

"Correct, Marie, and basically, DWMA is formed so peace can be kept in Death City and beyond. However, I noticed that a vast amount of kishin souls have appeared and forming practically everywhere. Some are a little too hard for our students, which is why all of you are assigned to track down these kishins. Some of the most infamous are Jesse James, Ma Barker, a duo named Bonnie and Clyde..."

(A/N: Yeah, I used the names of real-life robbers/murderers. Hey, they used Jack the Ripper and Al Capone for the first 2 eps. Why not?)

Lord Death continued, "As you may well know, kishins are dangerous to this world, and there will be many, many innocent people who will be killed in their hands. No w we can't have that, can we?"

"So what do you want us to do?" Soul asked, slouching a bit, hands in pocket.

"Well, I'm sending each one of you to a certain area that's overpopulating with kishin, and I want to, at least, thin the crowd."

"You're sending us away?" Marie cried. "But how am I ever going to find a boyfriend if I'm busy reaping kishin?"

"Then you'll have to get going," Lord Death answered. "Now, I want to talk to you individually about the place you're assigned to."

"Wait a minute, how long are you gonna send us away?" Soul asked, remembering Maka. He didn't think travel would be good for a pregnant woman.

"A good month. Hopefully, there would be much less kishin in the world. I know what you're worried about, Soul," Shinigami-sama said to the young man. "You're worried about Maka, and I can tell you that you will remain here in Death City to look after her as well as the kishin."

Soul sighed in relief. "That's cool."

"Now, everyone wait outside the Death Room. I will talk to Aszura first. You too, Soul, since you're Spirit's transportation."

Soul scowled at the older Death Scythe, who glared back. "Now that's uncool."

Soul slouched against his motorcycle, waiting for Spirit. At least the old man will be out of his hair for a month, and he gets to stay here with Maka.

Spirit approached Soul and scowled. He was being sent off to New York while Soul remains here in Nevada with his daughter. A whole month. A whole month without seeing Maka, the thought eased his anger for a second and he became rather solemn. A whole month.

"New York? You're sending me across the country?"

Spirit stared at the comical face of Death. "Across the country, away from my Maka?"

"It's only for a month, Spirit. Besides, it's not as if she'll be alone. Her husband will be there to take care of her."

"Don't refer to him as my Maka's husband!"

"But he is, isn't he? And Soul and Maka are having a baby."

"Don't remind me! That Soul Eater defiled her, and as her father, I wouldn't stand it!"

" 'Defiled her'? First of all, Spirit, it's the 21st century. No uses that term anymore. Second of all, they're married. They're free to be...intimate."

"Don't say that! I can't stand that! His rough, dirty hands all over my daughter's delicate body. My poor Maka-!"

REAPER-CHOP!

Spirit slumped on the floor while Lord Death still held up his freakishly large hand. "For goodness sake, will you shut up? Despite what you think, Maka isn't some delicate flower or fragile vase that breaks at one person's touch. She is a strong woman, and Soul is a strong man. Speaking of Soul, will you put your petty feelings against him aside? Like it or not, he is Maka's husband, a part of your family. And for your daughter and grandchild's sake, tryto get along with him. Maybe your mission in New York will do a good thing. It'll help you blow off some steam. After all, you don't want your grandkid to think you're some psychopath freak who spend his time drinking and womanizing, do you?"

"No," mumbled Spirit, still on the floor.

"Good. Now that that's aside, I want to talk to you about your mission..."

"You ready to go, Pops?" Soul asked, interrupting Spirit's thoughts. "Maka's waiting for me at home."

"Yeah, yeah," Spirit uttered. "Hey, Soul Eater, are still planning to keep that after the baby's born?"

Soul stared down at his beloved motorcycle. He and Maka actually talked about it last night, and though it's obvious that it's not good transportation for an infant, he was reluctant to depart from something that's been with him for years. "I don't know yet. Maka and I were just talking about it..."

Spirit nodded as he strapped on his helmet. "Is anyone at home taking care of her."

"Blair offered," Soul replied, suddenly feeling wary. What's with all this...politeness? "Do you want me to just drop you off at your place?"

"Yeah, thanks." Spirit felt a headache come on - partly from the alcohol, partly from the reaper chop. They drove away from DWMA in silence, and then the older Death Scythe talked. "Did you give Maka my congrats?"

"Yeah. She was curious why you left so quickly."

"It's just...shocking. My baby girl was having a baby. She was all grown up."

Soul was silent as he pondered the words. Yeah, the old man was an idiot, but he could see he truly cared about Maka. That almost made him cool.

Almost.

Yeah, after reading it, I'm not sure if I like it. However, I had fun writing the flashback scene with Shingami-sama and Spirit. Anyway, I'm gonna bring in some more family members in the next chapter.

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