Chapter 7 The best thing

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER


"Papa…" I knocked a few times which was odd because he usually answered right away with a huge tackle hug ready for me and little hearts swirling around his face, which is creepy, but I didn't call so maybe the reaction will be a little less creepy and a little more mature.

Yeah right.

Today was the day that our exam results had come back, as usual I was pumped and expecting to get first, but knowing I got second even though I probably studied at least a thousand times harder than Ox. Although something was clearly amiss for when I came up, expecting a stupid 'I'm-the-best- and-your-not' smirk from Ox, I got crying.

This could only mean one thing.

Sure enough, as soon as I pushed through the crowd of students and shifted my eyes straight to the top of the list I saw it.

Maka Albarn- 110%

OX had gotten second with a hundred and five percent. All I could think about was the two bonus questions and which one he missed, or perhaps he missed a few regular questions (not likely), or even an essay.

This of course didn't matter for I, Maka Albarn, am top student. I beat Ox…I BEAT OX!

Take that you smug jerk face.

Kid had congratulated me with a smile that spiraled throughout my heart and a promise for a special dinner later this week.

I remember racing to tell my Papa, only to not find him at the bakery, which for some reason was closed early. Business must have been slow…which is odd because it never is.

So I raced to his house only a few blocks away. His car was out front, which meant he was home. Knocking a few times led me nowhere, so I pounded, and eventually gave up.

Now I wish that I wouldn't have thrown the door open and seen that thing sitting on our Papa's red couch.

"You must be Maka, Spirit's daughter right?" She was blond, busty, and extremely beautiful.

I remember her being in my Papa's silky black rope, tied loosely around her a cigarette in her hand. Her hair looked messy and she looked a bit drowsy.

Papa was nowhere in sight.

I'd be an idiot if I didn't assume, he's always done this, and now that Mama is gone, he has a get-out-of-jail-free card.

Well not this time, I'm done. I'm not just going to stand here and smile.

When Papa came out from his bedroom his face just dropped from a disgusting smile to an 'oh shit' look. Then he tried smiling again like everything was okay.

Clearly everything was not okay.

"Maka darling, I didn't expect to see you until later. Is this about the bakery? Oh by the way this is Medusa-"

"Shut up." I whispered.

He blinked, confused, having not heard me correctly. "Maka?"

"I said," I looked him straight in the eyes. There were thousands of things that I could have said to him, that I should have said, but I was too hurt and upset to think of anything that might change him. That might turn his disgusting lifestyle around. "SHUT UP!"

I remember the ten second silence that came after that. My head hung with my eyes squeezed shut trying desperately not to cry. My hands were curled at my side into lethal little fists.

"Maka please," When his hand touched my shoulder, it burned, and so I snapped. The smack echoed throughout the entire apartment, even made Medusa open her mouth in surprise. Truth be told, I too was surprised. "MAKA!"

"Shut up, just shut up," My fists clenched causing my muscles to scream in jolts of pain at me. I ignored it so that I could face Papa. "I hate you." Then I ran out and kept running. I remember not hearing him call out after me; if he even did I don't think I would have cared. As childish as I was being, I remember not giving a damn.

I had ran for Shinigami knows how long, when I finally just collapsed, right outside a place bustling with life the rank smell of beer high in the air. I walked in, pushed through the crowd, and sat down.

"What'll it be?"

"Something strong." I've never drank before, so when the bartender sat a bubbly foggy green concoction down, I just downed it all in one gulp and nearly retched.

Needless to say I regretted that.

After several seconds of coughing, hacking, and gasping for breath I finally allowed myself to sit back down and let my head hit the bar table. "Ow."

"That was stupid," Was he talking about the drink or my head? "Hey girly…." Probably both.

"Maka."

"Eeeh?"

"My name is Maka."

"Oh? I could care less," I peeked up through my bangs to see Soul Eater looking down at me. Wasn't he underage? Not like I have room to talk at the moment. "Pay up."

"Give me another."

I really wish I hadn't had said that. Three Spider Acids later and I was drunker then drunk…and I liked it!

"Sos ya see, Papa is justs suuuuch a players." It made sense in my head before I actually said it.

"He's not married is he?" Soul asked. He was pouring the guy next to me a drink called Devil's Blood.

"N-N-No." I yawned feeling tired.

"Then what's the problem?"

That stumped me. What was the problem? It was problem when he had Mama, but now he doesn't I don't even live with him. The problem….I guess the problem is that I figure he's still loyal to Mama. He owes her for all those times that he cheated on her, for all those broken promises. He owes us.

But I'm intoxicated so I said. "I don know."

Soul didn't look too impressed for my brilliance.

I remember him carrying me home on his back, how his hair felt like my teddy bear only more ticklish and his smell…very unlike the disgusting bar scene. He smelled…deep with this wonderful fresh scent, I remember wondering if it was girl's cologne.

When we reached my apartment I remember hugging him and begging him to stay. At first he was reluctant, until I started to cry.

"Okay, okay I'll stay," Soul dropped me on my couch. "But if you scream at me in the morning there's going to be hell to pay. Understand?

No. "Yeesssss sir!" I even sloppily saluted him and felt sooooo proud of myself.

Soul had his back turned when I started to pull off clothing articles so that I could change. I remember laughing when I saw how red his face was and how flustered he got when I pointed this out.

When we fell onto my bed I curled up against him. His warmth reminded me of those times that I spent napping with Papa when I was little. They said when your sad, human contact is the best thing for you.

Apparently Soul was the best thing for me.


Hey guys it's been a week I understand but it rained all last week except for Saturday and Sunday.

Saturday I had work and homecoming

Sunday library is closed

Updates WILL continue I promise you this ^^ thanks for all your support I fricken love it

Oh and for those who don't know, I drive a moped.

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