When can I see you again chapter two

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"Lucas? Marionette?" Maka sat up in her bed hastily. A hand pulled her back down.

"Lay down, Maka," the voice insisted. "And quit talking about all of those characters you read in manga."

"What do you mean characters? These are our children you dipshit," Maka hissed. The cold hand rose to Maka's shoulder and the figure sat up, revealing a shirtless Death the Kid.

"Kids? What the hell are you saying?" Kid arched his brow. "Just lie down in the fire... we were all meant to anyway."

Maka jolted around, struggling to get out of Kid's tight grip. "F-fire? Get off of me, Kid! A-and get up! So we d-don't die, okay?" Maka facepalmed mentally. She was starting to talk like Crona.

"K-Kid?" Maka shook Kid's shoulder rapidly. "Get up! Get up, Kid-kun!" She pressed her index and middle fingers into his neck, taking his pulse. No response.

"Kid! Marionette! Lucas?!" Tears soaked Maka's pale face as she saw two figures open the bedroom door. The girl, a four year old that was petite like a doll, had long tousled ash blonde hair and green tinted golden eyes, and wore a short sleeved white dress trimmed with exquisite black lace that fell a few inches below her knees, stockings, and black ballet shoes. Beside her was a boy her height, also four years old, with eyes like his twin sister's and was wearing a white dress shirt, a black vest, black slacks, and grey converse.

"Wake up, Maka," the boy, Lucas, droned.

"Wake up," Marionette piped up.

"GET YOUR TONGUE OUT YOUR CHEEK AND GET YOUR ASS OUTTA BED, DAMN YOU!"

6:57 AM
Death City, Nevada
June 17, 2013

Maka's head snapped up from the comfortable linen pillow. "What? What the hell do you want, Liz, Patty?"

Liz grumbled, rubbing her eyes. "What do you mean, 'what the hell do I want'? You're the one friggin' screaming bloody murder! Geez, woman,"

Patty poked her head into the doorway. "Don't steal my damn phrase, damned woman," Patty slapped Liz's cheek lightly. She turned to Maka. "Your children are looking for you."

Maka stood up, yawning and stretching. She turned her head grumpily as she heard snickering in Liz and Patty's direction.

"Is that the lingerie Kid bought you?" Liz smirked.

"I see London, I see France, I see Maka's thongy-pants!" Patty giggled childishly. Maka's ears burned as she tugged at the ends of her silky transparent nightwear.

"Shut up!" She cried. "B-Baka ne?! Maka... Chop!" She threw two dictionaries at the twins. As the two bled out, she changed into her dress shirt, yellow vest, and plaid red skirt. Her ears still burning, she rushed to Lucas and Marionette's room.

(7:00)

"Everything's fine, darlings," Maka comforted the fraternal twins on her lap.

"We heard you screaming, mama," Marionette sniffled.

"We thought someone was hurting you," Lucas whimpered miserably.

Maka smiled and kissed their foreheads, rocking them back and forth slowly and gently. 'Just like Mama did...' The thought drifted through her head silently and eerily, and came out the same way.

"Guess what tomorrow is?" Maka cooed, trying her damned hardest to cheer the upset twins up.

"Leap Day?"

"Idiot," Marionette slapped her brother's shoulder. "What day is it, mama?"

Maka laughed. "Your birthdays!" The twins perked up instantly, jumping out of their mother's hands and jumping on their bed instead.

"We're going to be four!" Lucas cheered.

If you're thinking 'those are some smartass kids', there's no need to be surprised. They're Kid and Maka's children.

Maka's face donned a distant, faraway expression. "Darlings, I have to go call someone. I'll be right back. In the meantime, get dressed and brush your teeth, alright?" The kids nodded eagerly.

Maka sat on the porch of the Gallows Mansion, holding her iPhone to her ear, desperate to hear Kid's voice once again after four years. She dreamt of things to say.

'I miss you, Death the Kid. Come back. Never leave me again. Never leave your children—" Maka's ears caught part of what her iPhone was telling her.

"Press one to send a voicemail."

A keyboard flashed onto the phone screen. Maka smashed the one button with her finger, and a ring signaled her to start speaking for the voicemail.

"Hey, Kid, it's Maka. I-I know I haven't talked to you in a while, but please talk to me, okay? Thanks. L-love you. Bye." Maka stuttered. She held her phone up to hear herself speak once more, to ensure that the voicemail sounded decent, and her eyes widened when she heard it replay a bit in the backyard.

"Hmm? Whose is this?" Maka examined the black iPhone in her hand. She took it out of its case and read the sticky note on the inside. "If found... please return to Death the Kid. 888-888-8888..."

Maka was petrified. "It's not even damaged. Not wet from the previous rainstorms. Holy shit..."

"Hey. It's me." Liz coiled the telephone wire across her finger, examining her royal blue manicured nails as she did so.

"Ah, Liz. It's you. This is the third time you've called. What is it this time?"

"You dropped your phone when you left."

"Yeah? So? Did you get it?"

"Not exactly..."

"..."

"Maka found it."

1:02 PM

Maka pulled her white wallet out of her cluttered drawer. She picked up her credit card and texted Soul with her phone.

'Gotta use ur motrcycle, thnx!'

Maka walked downstairs and through the long, winding hallways of the mansion until she reached the front door.

"I'm going somewhere! Be back in an hour or so!" Maka called out, closed the door, and jogged to her old apartment.

Memories flowed through Maka's mind like a creek in a forest as she gazed up at her old apartment. Ever since Maka had Lucas and Marionette, she had to quit battling for a while. So, Soul was being trained by Stein and Lord Death.

Maka pulled a little flap up from the seat of Soul's motorcycle. In the tiny compartment were the keys to the vehicle. Maka smirked as she closed the compartment and sat on the seat. She stuck the keys in the ignition and started the engine.

Maka drove off, taking Kid's iPhone out of her pocket. She stared at the screen. Swiped through the files and contacts. Looked at his pictures. Hey, she missed him, okay?

Maka sighed, gazing at the screen for one more minute. However, she barely had time to look up.

"Alright! Let's watch Bubble Guppies!" Liz clapped her hands together as she smiled down at the twins. Lucas grumbled as Marionette's eyes seemingly brightened. The two watched the demon pistol turn the TV on.

"Oops! Your mom must've left the channel on the news," Liz fumbled around to find the remote to the TV. "Let's see..." Her head poked up as she heard the twins' mother's name.

'Maka Albarn-'

"Shit," Liz murmured as low as possible. The words she read on the flat screen TV screen startled her.

'Maka Albarn, 21, injured in tragic accident.'

Cliffhanger!

Quick thank you to MakiGomi27 and Eiena Hitori for reviewing! :D