Author's Note: Takes place in the anime-verse, where Mifune survives to become a teacher.
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"She does not listen to me anymore," Mifune said. He hunched over, defeated. "I don't know what to do."
Spirit and Mifune were at the bar, drowning their sorrow in alcohol and women wearing cheap perfume. "My baby girl used to love her Papa," Spirit said. "Mifune-kun. I tried to hug her last week, and let me tell you what Maka did. She swung at me." Spirit's voice grew tremulous. He was nearing tears. "She wouldn't even look at me."
On stage, the strippers swung around the pole, their large breasts bouncing and the lights from the glow ball whirling frenetically around the room. Neither man really noticed.
"Angela said she hated me," Mifune said.
"Mifune-kun!" Spirit said.
"She said I was...embarrassing."
"You're not," Spirit said.
"She said I looked stupid, like Huckleberry Finn, and she asked me, why must I insist on wearing sandals, it's cold outside, and can't I for god's sakes cut my hair?" Mifune's face darkened. "I told myself it was the sway of magic, but we both know it is not true."
They stared dolefully at their drinks, the strippers gyrating their hips around them.
"They forget their papas," Spirit said, sadly.
"Yes," Mifune said.
Later that night, Spirit tried to surprise Maka with another hug ("Your Papa loves you!" "Get away!") and Mifune took a small parring knife and cut off tufts of his hair.
Needless to say, they were back in the bar the next morning.
A/N: They get their drink-on early, 'cuz they're both just THAT depressed. lol. I love the idea of Mifune and Spirit being two depressed Papas. Haha.