Maka fell asleep and woke up to yesterday, the day before Spirit was killed.
"Hey, Maka, are you alright?" asked Soul walking up to her form another room.
"Soul...did you make breakfast for me today?"she asked.
"Aw, dammit! It was supposed to be a surprise! Did Blair say something to you?"
"No..."
"Oh. Well, what don't you come downstairs and have some?"
"I...I don't really feel like eating..."
"Why not?"
"I mean...sure...I'll give it a taste."
Maka remembered that Soul's cooking wasn't exactly the best, but she didn't want to disappointed him.
Soul went downstairs, expecting Maka to follow. The small genie came back out.
"This is the day before my father died? It's the same day," said Maka.
"No, your father died 12:08 at night, so this is the day before he passed. Oh, by the way, my name is Angle."
"Angel?"
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No, it's Angle. I love triangles, but Tri seemed kinda dumb, so, I'm Angle. Cute, isn't it?"
"Do you have to break down everything I get wrong?"
"No, it's just apart of my personality. I like explaining things. Go downstairs, Soul is waiting for you."
After Soul's breakfast, Maka snuck off to her dad's house. The door was open and her dad was still asleep. She was so glad to see her father was still alive. Alive for her to see again. He was snoring and shirtless, but Maka was willing to see him in anyway form, because all she wanted was to know that her father was alright.
She was infact so glad to see him, not bloodied up with his eyes wide open on the floor, she climbed in the bed with him and hung on to his side, feeling the warmth and life in his body, instead of coldness and death. It was a little strange for her considering the fact that she never really felt any other parts of his skin, other than his face. She felt a little wrong, holding on to him while he had no shirt on. She never really even felt Soul's shirtless body. Not that she wanted to, thinking of the giant scar that she has always felt responsible for. Although she felt weird holding on to him, she still felt that she could stay that way forever.
The phone rang. Maka snapped out of it and already felt her hatred toward Spirit for his cheating ways. She was almost positive that the person on the phone was one of his many girlfriends. She even managed to get off of him as he slightly started to move.
He sat up, still half asleep to pick up the phone. He didn't notice Maka yet.
"Hello?" he answered, yawning a little. Maka was right, it was one of his many girlfriends. It made her angrier at him. She almost wished that she never came in the first place, but then she started to think back to what happened to him in the academy.
"Beth? What? No. Beth, I never slept with you! It can't be mine! You keep saying red hair and brown eyes! My eyes are blue!" screamed Spirit, hanging up the phone.
Maka heavily rolled her eyes. Now she knows that her old man is a harsh womanizer...
He gave himself a stretch to start the day. He felt a large amount of warth next to him. And he did recall feeling something slide off his back before he picked up the phone, which he at first thought was his blankets, but when he thought again, he figured that blankets weren't that heavy. He turned his head around quickly and turned back, too fast to notice it was his daughter.
"I don't get it, I wasn't even twisted last night...nor did I meet any girls...or talk them for that matter. Not unless I was raped in my sleep..."
He turned his head again long enough to notice who was there.
"IT'S MAKA!" he screamed. "Maka actually came to ME to see ME!"
Maka just looked at her father. He was so happy to see her, not that it was new. It made her happy, but it was only because she wanted to see him alive.
"Why are you here?" asked Spirit, expecting a catch to the visit.
"I was just...thinking about you."
"You were what?!"
"Yeah...I wanted to see you..."
"You're not getting forced to do it?"
"Nope."
"Maka...I don't know what to say..."
Spirit started to get teary eyed. He hugged Maka.
"I'm so glad you came to hang out with Daddy today!" he cried.