Okay, again years later, here we go again… To anyone following this story, I apologize for all the time between chapters. I have no excuses. But I hope you enjoy the next addition to the story!

Stein looked fondly on that memory, even if it was the onset of the madness that would eventually get him briefly kicked out of Shibusen. Kami had been so willing to participate in his experiment, he had not needed to put her under or anything…

But the resulting secret he had to keep from Spirit had been unexpected. As he smoked on his cigarette, feet up on his desk, he wondered if Kami felt any guilt. He felt none, but he began to wonder if Kami's disappearance and not ever visiting Maka was due to the guilt of never telling anyone that he, Stein, was in fact Maka's father, and not Spirit.

He turned his headscrew thrice, ready to think on another topic. The mission began in the morning, and he had exciting experimental procedures to lay out. He kicked his feet off his desk, hoping to lean forward to start his plans, but instead kicked so hard he and his office chair fell straight back.

"Damn, I have got to get a new office chair that doesn't make me fall all the time, or I'm going to get brain damage!"

Soul sat on the edge of the bed he now shared with Maka, hands clasped as he looked at the floor. He looked up at Maka, who was lightly snoring, which was only because she was sleeping on her back tonight. He gingerly wiped the drool from her slightly open mouth, careful not to wake her.

He masked it, but when he decided to be connected to someone, he was endlessly devoted. He grasped at his chest, thinking of the scar that marked the devotion to his meister and his now lover. He realized he had not been this worried about Maka and her mental state since after Chrona scarred him.

She was not handling her father's self-denial well to his understanding. For one, it meant that her parents had never been happy together, which was something she had always hoped for. For another, she wished her father had chosen to just be happy, and just be himself. However, that would mean she would never have been conceived and thus born, which made her question her entire existence…

Soul was trying his best to understand all that Maka was going through, but he couldn't totally. Emotions were never his thing, he often ran from them or masked them. He sighed and layed back down next to his meister, the morning full of interesting events due to the upcoming mission. He stared at the laughing moon, as it shined down on him and his meister.

"Well Lord Death, I hope this doesn't go as bad as I think it will… well, if it does, Maka and I can just fly away. I am a Deathscythe now, and with Maka's grigori soul, we should be good to go!" He smiled smugly at their accomplishment.

Spirit woke with a fright. That damn dream again… he hated that shadow thing.

"So scary…" he shivered, then he realized what day it is.

"IT'S THE DAY I SEE MY DARLING MAKA!" he exclaimed, jumping out of bed, suddenly energized. He then froze. He grimaced, looking at the window.

"Excalibur, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, I'm here to see your lovely reaction!" He held up a clock.

"Oh no, I'm LATEEEEEEEE! I'M SO SORRY MAKA, SO SORRYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

"…You will be if you don't silence her and Stein… Nobody can know, nobody can know…"

"SHUT UP!" he exclaimed, shaking his head as he ran at breakneck speed for Shibusen.

"Huff, puff, I MADE IT!" Spirit yelled as he made it to the front steps of Shibusen.

Soul and Maka looked at him, dumbfounded. "You ran?"

He looked at them, confused. He walked and ran around everywhere, why was it a big deal now?

"Hey Spirit-Sempai-" a monotone voice stated, "How are we going to get to the town?"

Spirit looked back at Maka and Soul. Soul was sitting on his motorcycle, hands on the handlebars, with Maka sitting on the back, her hands around his waist.

"Papa, go home. Get your motorcycle. We are already super late." She scoffed.

"….I'M SORRY MAKAAAAAAAAAAA!" he ran off. Then ran back.

"Don't you dare hurt my little girl!" He stated deeply, addressing Soul. Then he ran off again, to get is bike.

"He will never change." Stated Stein, as he lit up this third cigarette of the day, all cigarettes having been smoked in the time it took to wait for Spirit-sempai.

Maka looked over at the motorcycle next to them on the road, her head on Soul's back. Professor Stein looked completely silly sitting on the back of her Papa's motorcycle, with his hands around her Papa's waist. She suddenly shivered at the thought of what was going through her Papa's mind. She was so torn between wanting him to be happy by just admitting he was gay, and between being mad at him for lying to Mama, and thus wanting him to not be happy. Plus, if he was so lustful with women, she could only imagine how lustful he would be with men, which disturbed her even more when she thought about what her Papa was thinking with Stein's arms around his waist.

She was comforted by the thought that her Papa feared Stein and his experiments, and would thus not go near him. Maybe this trip wouldn't be as weird as she thought it would be.

The vibrating of the motorcycle beneath him and Steins arms around his waist made focusing on the road extremely difficult, but they finally got to the town in one piece. Since he had made them super late, they got into town at dusk, and it was already so dark that all they could do was find a place to sleep.

"I have a bad feeling about this place, its full of madness…" Maka stated. "Everyone, please remember the most important lesson at Shibusen. 'A sound soul, dwells within a sound mind, and a sound body.' If you aren't sound in mind or body here, your soul could easily be lost to madness."