Sorry to you who actually enjoyed reading this for not updating in for an extended time(Blame school and my lack of motivation). This idea came to me when I was listening to Home Wrecker by Major League. Listen to it 'cause it's awesome (And you're also awesome). Theres also a Weezer reference somewhere near the bottom, guess if you can see it.


Spirit stood his back hunched over slightly, hand flat against the wall, holding his face in the other. His eyes were shut tight and his pores were practically oozing worry and whiskey.

How did he let this happen?


Maka woke up that morning as she had any other.

But somehow it didn't feel right.

As she brushed her teeth and dressed she couldn't help but feel a bit of panic gurgling at the bottom of her stomach.
Something was off.

She saw Spirit clutching the wall as she made her way down the stairs.

"Papa. Papa. Papa!" she said tugging at his sleeve
"Papa what's wrong?"

Spirit stared at the floor. He couldn't look at her.

"Your... mother"

"What about Mama?" she urged, lightly shaking his arm.

"Last night," he continued
"She left... Maka, she's gone."

Maka's grip loosened, all air knocked out of her lungs.

"N-n-no, she she can't would-wouldn't!" she sputtered

Spirit placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Shhh shhh, Maka, calm down. Listen to me."

She shook and slapped his hands away, swung the door open, and ran out of the house.

"Maka!" Spirit yelled after his daughter

Somehow he couldn't bring himself to chase after her.


"She's gone."

The air was too nauseating, his hands were unwelcome.

She had to get away.
So she ran.

Past the yards if patchy grass.
Past the Academy.
Past the seedy outskirts.

Despite her aching legs she went farther and faster.

Feet flying off the cobblestones and onto the sand.

Her legs gave out after the city was just a dot on the horizon.

Her knees hit the sand.

"Mama." Maka whispered

She balled her hands into fists and smashed them into the ground.

"Mama."

She looked at the sun to see it smiling as it always had.

'Maybe it's laughing at me.'

She was screaming now.

"MAMA!"


Spirit entered the house drunk, his delirious, hiccuping laughter echoing all around the house. He grunted as he shut the door.

Holding onto the wall for support, he stumbled into the kitchen. He saw Maka sitting at the table, reading. The lights flitting through the blinds cast slots of light upon the room.

"Hmmm aaah hahaha, heyyyy Makahhh~" Spirit slurred, clumsily seating himself at the chair next to his daughter

"Papa." she automatically replied, flipping the pages of her book

"I know where you were today."

Her statement was greeted by silence.

"So who was the flavor of the day today?"

Silence.

She continued, her voice frosted over in disdain.

"Wow, it's like you're not even trying to hide anything anymore."

Silence.

"I hate you, you know."

Spirit tensed, suddenly sober.

"Maka... you know, everyday I'm trying to get myself together...for you and... your mothe-"

She slammed her book shut

"What the hell are you saying! It's been the same since forever, every night you'd go out with Denise, Therese, Louise, then come back home drunk!"

"Ma-"

"Don't talk to me!" She screamed

"Maka don't!"

She was already gone.

"Looks like you fucked up again, Spirit." he said to himself


Maka's back slid down her bedroom door. Hot, fat drops sliding down her face.

She clutched at the paper she found in the mailbox that morning.

Candy colored buildings situated in the snow.
Kami was in Moscow.

"Please come back." She whispered